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Backstage was filled with rumours about just what had happened in the match. The most common question that was on everyone's lips, was just who was this woman. No one recognised her and no one had seen her leave, or go.
Only three people sat silent, disdaining to take part in the conversation. One was Triple H, who was brooding over his defeat at the hands of a woman in the moment of his victory. Another was Kane, but who could tell what thoughts went on behind that red mask. The third was the Undertaker, who sat quietly, a faint smile playing about his lips as he listened.
Kurt Angle, who was the most voluble of those gossiping, noted the smile that was on Undertakers face.
"So, what have you heard about her, Taker? From the look on your face, you know /something./"
"What I know is no concern of yours." Undertaker replied calmly, ignoring the looks at everyone was now giving him
"So you do know something?"
"Perhaps." And with that final comment, the Undertaker rose and headed away from the group, keeping his secrets to himself.
The woman stayed in the shadows, concentrating on remaining unseen. She was not clad in white anymore, but in a grey shirt and black trousers. Her clothing was scuffed, and a duster hung from one pocket. No one noticed her as she wiped the occasional surface with her cloth. The wrestlers, with their minds on their work, did not notice a cleaner wandering around, never dreaming that there were places that she should not be.
Undertaker stalked along the corridor, and stopped at he saw the figure of the woman. But he had an advantage. He was looking for her.
"You took a risk there." He told her calmly.
She turned, no expression of startlement showing on her features.
"You said that I was ready to take part. And I couldn't let him be treated like that."
"This is wrestling. It happens."
"Tough."
Two adamant wills clashed as the pair locked eyes. The tall, tough Undertaker, and the thin, lithe woman. But the Undertaker was the first to break the deadlock. Without a word, he turned away and carried on walking.
"Good luck to you, Wraith." He muttered softly to himself as he went.
Backstage was filled with rumours about just what had happened in the match. The most common question that was on everyone's lips, was just who was this woman. No one recognised her and no one had seen her leave, or go.
Only three people sat silent, disdaining to take part in the conversation. One was Triple H, who was brooding over his defeat at the hands of a woman in the moment of his victory. Another was Kane, but who could tell what thoughts went on behind that red mask. The third was the Undertaker, who sat quietly, a faint smile playing about his lips as he listened.
Kurt Angle, who was the most voluble of those gossiping, noted the smile that was on Undertakers face.
"So, what have you heard about her, Taker? From the look on your face, you know /something./"
"What I know is no concern of yours." Undertaker replied calmly, ignoring the looks at everyone was now giving him
"So you do know something?"
"Perhaps." And with that final comment, the Undertaker rose and headed away from the group, keeping his secrets to himself.
The woman stayed in the shadows, concentrating on remaining unseen. She was not clad in white anymore, but in a grey shirt and black trousers. Her clothing was scuffed, and a duster hung from one pocket. No one noticed her as she wiped the occasional surface with her cloth. The wrestlers, with their minds on their work, did not notice a cleaner wandering around, never dreaming that there were places that she should not be.
Undertaker stalked along the corridor, and stopped at he saw the figure of the woman. But he had an advantage. He was looking for her.
"You took a risk there." He told her calmly.
She turned, no expression of startlement showing on her features.
"You said that I was ready to take part. And I couldn't let him be treated like that."
"This is wrestling. It happens."
"Tough."
Two adamant wills clashed as the pair locked eyes. The tall, tough Undertaker, and the thin, lithe woman. But the Undertaker was the first to break the deadlock. Without a word, he turned away and carried on walking.
"Good luck to you, Wraith." He muttered softly to himself as he went.