AN- Thanks again for all the reviews. Sorry it has taken so long to post
the next chapter....I got caught up in an efed. So, I forced myself to
close down all websites, except my story, and write the next 2 chapters.
This goes through DDP's and Undertaker's meeting, and next will go through
WX8. If my thinking is correct, some parts won't match up with the roster
split....... Also, when I mention "the last RAW in Texas"....don't quote me
on the location. Just go with it, folks.
Disclaimer- Quoting a great man..."I just gotta say......whatever"-Scott Hall
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DDP waited nervously. Should he speak first? After a few more minutes of waiting, he decided he might as well. He opened his mouth to speak.....
"If you turned off the lights to harm me, then you're a coward. If you wanted to talk, Page, then we aren't getting very far this way."
'How'd he know who I am?' DDP thought. Well, the Dead Man had a point. Taking his chances, he turned the lights back on. Undertaker was standng near the Beverages table, a hand poised over a can of Mountain Dew.
"That's better. Now, while you gather up courage, I'm going to get a drink. Hope you don't mind." Undertaker said before opening the can and taking a long drink, which ended with a sigh of relief.
"How'd you know it was me?" DDP asked, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. He decided it was best to stay near the door. Undertaker laughed, placing the can on the table.
"Well, two things really. One, I notcied the lightning on your vest out of the corner of my eye before you turned the lights out. Second, instinct. Who else would be dumb enough to follow me at 10pm?"
"I'm not here for me, 'Taker. If I said I was here to help you, I'd get my third beating today....I doubt my body could handle it. So-"
Undertaker held up a hand, halting Page's sentence. Page tried to swallow his nervousness. He looked cautiously at his advesary. Undertaker lowered his hand and looked at Page, confused.
"'Third'? Your brain must be more messed up than I thought. If I beat you now, which I'm not planning to at the moment, it'd be your second."
For the first since he entered the room, DDP laughed.
"You sure about that, Dead Man? Well, after Christian helped me out, he demanded if I'd heard anything while waking up...."
"I'm curious about that myself," interrupted Undertaker, glaring at Page.
"I told him 'Nothing'."
Undertaker's glare narrowed in suspicion as Page walked closer to him.
"I said, 'Nothing....just two fools in love'. There was more I wanted to say, except he punched me in the jaw."
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He should be angry. For Page to say something like that to Christian called for anger. But, was his anger answering his summons?
No. Undertaker found that he desperately wanted to know Christian's response, after the punch of course, to that more than anything. He picked up his can of pop taking a sip. He kept his deep voice calm when he next spoke.
"Well, after punching you, what'd he say?"
Page smiled. "He pushed me against the wall and screamed his denial of you two in love repeatedly. I challenged him to look me in the eye and say that." He stopped, and looked at Undertaker for his reaction to that. Undertaker gripped the can so tight that he heard the sound of it crunching in his hand. He stopped and looked at Page, unable to keep the impatience out of his manner and voice.
"And? If you're going to talk, Page, then do it. Don't stop after each sentence!"
Page just chuckled again. He shook his head, still smiling. "He couldn't do it. No matter how hard he tried, ignoring the tears, he couldn't deny it." The smile disappeared and Page frowned sadly. "I told him he should reveal his feelings......but he was closing in on himself. His eyes became emotionless and he turned from me. He challenged me before walking away."
Undertaker released his anger on the poor can of pop. He threw it across the room, knowing some pop had spilled on him. He didn't need to ask what kind of challenge. He punched the wall, hoping to relieve some of his frustrations. The wall dented, but offered no comfort or release.
"Where is he now, Page?"
"At my best guess? In his room, drugged."
Undertaker felt the urge to punch this man, but it was never a good idea to punch your only source of information. He turned around quickly, clenching his fists together, fighting the violent urge.
"What do you mean 'drugged'?? You better explain yourself, Page" he ground out through clenched teeth. DDP fished in his pocket for a minute, too long for 'Taker's preferance. He finally found what he was looking for. Page handed Undertaker a bottle. His anger evaporated for the moment, as he looked at the empy prescription bottle in confusion. He looked at Page, the question clear in his eyes.
"Sleeping pills. I just noticed them recently. When we were in Texas for that last RAW, he left his bag open while he went out for a drink. When I was getting ready, I dropped my watch....it landed right by his bag."
Undertaker shook in his anger. He wanted to throw the empty bottle, but he knew that would only accomplish another mess for the janitors to clean up. Page cleared his throat, drawing Undertaker's attention back to him.
"I'm risking a few more bruises and my sanity, but......You should go talk to him."
Undertaker gave him the "I-can't-believe-you-said-that" look. "And what, exactly, do I say? Hmm? You seem to be the big know-it-all expert on everything. So, you tell me."
"How am I to advise you on that? You know him better than most, maybe even more than his own brother. He just needs something to relieve all this anger inside of him. Have you seen his tantrums? If you haven't, then you're blind. He goes into them every time he loses a match, or any time he gets angry. It's like a ticking time bomb with him."
Undertaker sighed, and put the pill bottle on the table near him. He still didn't know what he was going to do, but he did know he wanted out of this room. He began to walk away, but as he went past Page, he felt a hand roughly grab his arm. He turned to face DDP.
"That's the best I can do, 'Taker. If you go to him, then maybe I've accomplished something tonight, if anything. If not..." He released his arm. "Then your heart is as dead as your name."
"I'm not sure what I'll do, Diamond. But it's my business, you understand? Not yours." With that, he walked out. DDP sighed, looking at the door.
"So everyone says, Dead Man." He thought of WX8 and smiled sadly. "If words can't reach you, maybe actions will."
AN- WX8 Next Chapter!
Disclaimer- Quoting a great man..."I just gotta say......whatever"-Scott Hall
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DDP waited nervously. Should he speak first? After a few more minutes of waiting, he decided he might as well. He opened his mouth to speak.....
"If you turned off the lights to harm me, then you're a coward. If you wanted to talk, Page, then we aren't getting very far this way."
'How'd he know who I am?' DDP thought. Well, the Dead Man had a point. Taking his chances, he turned the lights back on. Undertaker was standng near the Beverages table, a hand poised over a can of Mountain Dew.
"That's better. Now, while you gather up courage, I'm going to get a drink. Hope you don't mind." Undertaker said before opening the can and taking a long drink, which ended with a sigh of relief.
"How'd you know it was me?" DDP asked, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. He decided it was best to stay near the door. Undertaker laughed, placing the can on the table.
"Well, two things really. One, I notcied the lightning on your vest out of the corner of my eye before you turned the lights out. Second, instinct. Who else would be dumb enough to follow me at 10pm?"
"I'm not here for me, 'Taker. If I said I was here to help you, I'd get my third beating today....I doubt my body could handle it. So-"
Undertaker held up a hand, halting Page's sentence. Page tried to swallow his nervousness. He looked cautiously at his advesary. Undertaker lowered his hand and looked at Page, confused.
"'Third'? Your brain must be more messed up than I thought. If I beat you now, which I'm not planning to at the moment, it'd be your second."
For the first since he entered the room, DDP laughed.
"You sure about that, Dead Man? Well, after Christian helped me out, he demanded if I'd heard anything while waking up...."
"I'm curious about that myself," interrupted Undertaker, glaring at Page.
"I told him 'Nothing'."
Undertaker's glare narrowed in suspicion as Page walked closer to him.
"I said, 'Nothing....just two fools in love'. There was more I wanted to say, except he punched me in the jaw."
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He should be angry. For Page to say something like that to Christian called for anger. But, was his anger answering his summons?
No. Undertaker found that he desperately wanted to know Christian's response, after the punch of course, to that more than anything. He picked up his can of pop taking a sip. He kept his deep voice calm when he next spoke.
"Well, after punching you, what'd he say?"
Page smiled. "He pushed me against the wall and screamed his denial of you two in love repeatedly. I challenged him to look me in the eye and say that." He stopped, and looked at Undertaker for his reaction to that. Undertaker gripped the can so tight that he heard the sound of it crunching in his hand. He stopped and looked at Page, unable to keep the impatience out of his manner and voice.
"And? If you're going to talk, Page, then do it. Don't stop after each sentence!"
Page just chuckled again. He shook his head, still smiling. "He couldn't do it. No matter how hard he tried, ignoring the tears, he couldn't deny it." The smile disappeared and Page frowned sadly. "I told him he should reveal his feelings......but he was closing in on himself. His eyes became emotionless and he turned from me. He challenged me before walking away."
Undertaker released his anger on the poor can of pop. He threw it across the room, knowing some pop had spilled on him. He didn't need to ask what kind of challenge. He punched the wall, hoping to relieve some of his frustrations. The wall dented, but offered no comfort or release.
"Where is he now, Page?"
"At my best guess? In his room, drugged."
Undertaker felt the urge to punch this man, but it was never a good idea to punch your only source of information. He turned around quickly, clenching his fists together, fighting the violent urge.
"What do you mean 'drugged'?? You better explain yourself, Page" he ground out through clenched teeth. DDP fished in his pocket for a minute, too long for 'Taker's preferance. He finally found what he was looking for. Page handed Undertaker a bottle. His anger evaporated for the moment, as he looked at the empy prescription bottle in confusion. He looked at Page, the question clear in his eyes.
"Sleeping pills. I just noticed them recently. When we were in Texas for that last RAW, he left his bag open while he went out for a drink. When I was getting ready, I dropped my watch....it landed right by his bag."
Undertaker shook in his anger. He wanted to throw the empty bottle, but he knew that would only accomplish another mess for the janitors to clean up. Page cleared his throat, drawing Undertaker's attention back to him.
"I'm risking a few more bruises and my sanity, but......You should go talk to him."
Undertaker gave him the "I-can't-believe-you-said-that" look. "And what, exactly, do I say? Hmm? You seem to be the big know-it-all expert on everything. So, you tell me."
"How am I to advise you on that? You know him better than most, maybe even more than his own brother. He just needs something to relieve all this anger inside of him. Have you seen his tantrums? If you haven't, then you're blind. He goes into them every time he loses a match, or any time he gets angry. It's like a ticking time bomb with him."
Undertaker sighed, and put the pill bottle on the table near him. He still didn't know what he was going to do, but he did know he wanted out of this room. He began to walk away, but as he went past Page, he felt a hand roughly grab his arm. He turned to face DDP.
"That's the best I can do, 'Taker. If you go to him, then maybe I've accomplished something tonight, if anything. If not..." He released his arm. "Then your heart is as dead as your name."
"I'm not sure what I'll do, Diamond. But it's my business, you understand? Not yours." With that, he walked out. DDP sighed, looking at the door.
"So everyone says, Dead Man." He thought of WX8 and smiled sadly. "If words can't reach you, maybe actions will."
AN- WX8 Next Chapter!