AN- Everyone said to add more quickly, and when I added Chapter 5, noone
reviewed. Is that a bad omen? A hint to quit writing this story?
Hmmm......Well, we'll see. If noone reviews 6, then there won't be a
Chapter 7, let's put it that way. I have bad luck with Chapter 6's with my
fics.....Is it because 7 is unlucky?? Damn, I hope not. Anyway............
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Inside his lockerroom, Undertaker was taking all of his frustrations out on a punching bag. But, like the wall in the Lounge, it offered no comfort. His mind went in different directions, and he wasn't sure which subject frustrated him more.
(DDP said Christian couldn't deny the love...could it be true?)
(What if Ric Flair wins tonight?)
(That damned kiss.....)
(What's the best way to beat Ric "The Man" Flair?)
(The eyes are the window to the soul....)
With a final vicious punch to the un-relieving punching bag, Undertaker leaned against it, wondering at that last thought. That last kiss with Christian had been quick...just out of frustration. What if....he tried it again? Undertaker smiled to himself, and stood up, stretching. He was wearing his usual outfit, minus the glasses and jacket. He reached for his glasses, thought better of it, and walked towards the door. He didn't want anything, like the glasses, to obscure his vision.
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Unlike Undertaker, Christian was pacing his room, his mind *refusing* to stray to thoughts of The Dead Man. Christian wore his wrestling outfit, beings that his match was one of the firsts. He was thinking of his strategy for the match tonight, how to win, and he came up with one simple rule: No Temper-Tantrums. Of course, thinking of the tantrums brought thoughts of Undert.....but, he didn't complete them. He looked at his watch, checking to see how much time he had left before he had to go out there.
Half-an-hour. Well, he thought with a shrug, that was enough time to get something to eat right? Hopefully it was. After a quick glance in the mirror to see how he looked, more important was how his hair looked, he headed towards the door.
As he walked out, he thought of Diamond Dallas Page. The man didn't know everything, but he did know about him and Undertaker....as ex-lovers. *Only* ex-lovers. Would the man use it against him tonight? More importantly, would DDP tell anyone what he knew? Christian headed towards the Lounge area, his mind plagued with questions.
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"So, what's the plan tonight?" The black haired man asked, his voice slightly hinting of an accent. He was walking with his partner, the smirk and the cocky look in his eyes always present.
"Simple. After your match with Stone Cold, we help out with our brother's match with Rocky." Kevin Nash responded. The two members of the nWo were walking down the hall towards their lockerroom. Naturally, it was far away from the other wrestlers. Of course, just for fun, they took the long way to the room, watching as the other wrestlers gave them fearful looks.
"Speaking of which, "Nash continued, "Just where *is* Hogan? For him to be late is very odd." After opening the door to their room and sitting down on a nearby couch (the nWo's locker room was more furnished than most of the others), Scott Hall replied with a shrug, "I dunno, Kev. He's been acting weird a lot lately. Ever since he accepted Rocky's match."
"Yeah, I know. It....worries me, ya know?" Kevin sat down beside Scott on the couch, taking a drink of his beer. After, he narrowed his eyes, voicing his recent thoughts. "Do you think.....he plans to betray us? He seems more focused on this match than us."
"I know what you mean. When I asked him earlier what were his plans for us with Rocky, he got real quiet....creepy-quiet. After about a minute, he changed the subject." Hall took a drink of his Diet Coke, then leaned towards Nash. "Either way, we need more members."
After a sarcastic laugh, Kevin replied. "Yeah, sure. It'd be easy to recruit...Let' see....We'll just walk up to one of the wrestlers and say, 'Hey yo. Wanna be poison and turn your back on the very thing that made you?' C'mon, now. It ain't gonna...." He stopped as an evil mischevious look came into his partner's eyes. He smiled. "Okay, I know you. What do you have up your sleeve, Scott?"
Scott mocked confusion as he looked at theshort-sleeved nWo t-shirt. He turned back to Kevin, his eyes dancing with laughter.
"Smart ass. Seriously, what's your plan?" Kevin said with a chuckle.
"Well, lemme ask you this. We're an American bad ass group right?" Kevin looked at him in confusion until realization hit home.
"Undertaker??? He wants to join?" He asked increduously.
"Well......not exactly. See, I never asked him. I know what he would say if I did. If we want a great man like him to join, we just have to find a weakness.....or a hidden secret." He added, with an evil wink.
"I see your point. Well, you'll have to do the spying." Scott got a "Do-I-have-to?" look in his eyes.
"Why me?"
"Your idea."
"So? Okay, we'll solve this nWo style."
1.........2.........3.........
"Ha! Scissors cuts paper!" Kevin cried out excitedly, his blonde hair swirling as he jumped up from the couch.
"No way, chico! I meant to do rock, honest!" Scott said defensively, unwilling to accept defeat.
"Sure, sure....Fine best of 3."
"Best of 3 for what, brothers?" a deep, slightly crackly voice asked from the doorway. Scott couldn't help the guilty look that crossed his face. But Nash, being the most quick-witted, responded with an easy smile.
"To determine who would go out with Scott tonight with his match." Hogan nodded, and put down his bag on a nearby chair. He sat down at a chair across from the couch, sighed, and lowered his eyes.
"I've been meaning to talk to you guys about that." Out of his line of view, Nash and Hall exchanged a knowing look. They had suspicions that they may lose a member tonight. If that happened, they would resort to plan B; which was: Add a Dead Man to the poisonous nWo.
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...........but all those thoughts died when he saw who it was. The anger left him as he tensed up, not sure what to do.
"Undertaker!" He said, surprised. "Um....what brings you on this side of the 'rooms? Your room is..."
"If you don't know, then you'll soon find out." Undertaker responded, his voice a husky whisper. Damn, why did the kid have to wear a red fishnet- stocking shirt? The thing was a tease. It revealed so much, yet so little of Christian's perfect chest. 'Taker pulled Christian into his tight embrace, his green eyes piercing the anxious blue of his captive. Christian lowered his eyes as he began to struggle.
"Let me go, damnit! Someone might...." Undertaker placed a finger under his chin, so they met eye to eye. He leaned in close to the Canadian, their lips nearly touching.
"I don't give a damn if someone might see. I have a burning question that I plan to find the answer to, one way or another." He leaned in closer to Christian, and teasingly licked at the other man's lips. Christian ceased his struggles, but tensed up.
'I can resist......I can resist' Christian repeatedly told himself mentally.
As if sensing his thoughts, 'Taker slowly licked the inside of Christian's mouth, smiling mentally when he felt his hands go around his neck. Even then, he didn't increase his speed.
'Damn him! I still can resist, I still can resi....oh, to hell with it!'
Christian pushed upward, and turned the teasing kiss into a passionate one. Like the last time, Undertaker pulled away after a second. Christian kept his eyes locked on his, searching for any mockery or humor. He found none.
"I told you......I would get.......my answer...." Undertaker said, between deep breaths.
"Undertaker."
"What?"
"Just shut up and kiss me." Undertaker, of course, was all too happy to oblige.
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"Hey, Kev! I need to go get something to eat." A look of understanding passed between them that the old Hulkster didn't catch. Scott nodded to his partner as he walked towards the door.
"Hey Scott, can you get us some beers?" Hogan called out in a mocking voice as he stood up. Scott gripped the door handle tightly. Damn! Why did Hogan always have to bring that up? He clenched his fist, fighting the rage. As if sensing his tension, Nash walked over and massaged his neck and shoulders. Scott looked at Kev, questionaly. Kevin had the "Just-leave-it- alone" look and Scott nodded. He walked out the door, kicking the wall when he heard Hogan's laughter trailing after him.
'He knows how hard it is for me. I'm a recovering alcoholic....I don't need--' Scott's mouth opened wide in shock as he saw the scene before him. He quickly kneeled down behind some equipment, doubting that he was seen. He smirked evilly. Oh this was, to quote a popular phrase, just too damn sweet! He quickly peeked out from behind the equipment, watching The DeadMan throw his future to nWo power.
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Undertaker pushed Christian against the wall, his arms now on his love's shoulders. The kiss deepened; forgotten passion coming back full force. Christian wrapped his arms tighter around Undertaker's neck, as if afraid to let go. He was beyond thinking at this moment. He knew he shouldn't love the Dead Man. But, if he could just have this moment.....
Unfortunately for Christian, the romantic moment was spoiled all too soon by his growling stomach. He winced as he felt Undertaker end the kiss once more. Unintentionally, he let out a little whimper of need and disappointment.
"Undertaker....." He blushed and lowered his eyes, not sure what to say. Undertaker titled his chin back up, so that they were once again eye to eye. Undertaker was smiling, barely containing laughter when he spoke.
"I do believe one of your more base needs made itself known. Perhaps you should listen to it, hmm?" Christian nodded, all to aware that they both still had their arms wrapped around each other. With Undertaker's smile and seductive green eyes so near to him, Christian couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, maybe I should. Any suggestions?" Undertaker's laughter was musical as it echoed around Christian's ears. He hugged his love close, Christian resting his head on the Dead Man's chest.
"I think you punched your mentor a bit too hard last night. He stalked me all the way to the Lounge area....."
Christian noticeable became tense, the smile being replaced by a frown. He didn't want to explain to him why he had punched DDP....and he hoped to God that Page hadn't said the reason either. Another nervous awkward silence followed......but it was cut short as Christian remembered something. He moved away from Undertaker, urgently glancing at his watch.
"Damn!" Undertaker looked at him concerned.
"Chris, what is it?"
"My match! It starts in like 15 minutes! And these hallways are hell to navigate through!" Undertaker relaxed, and put his arm around the worried Canadian.
"Is that all, love? Boy, I know all these hallways and shortcuts like the back of my hand. Don't worry.....I'll even make sure to grab you a bite to eat." Christian followed Undertaker's lead, his head resting slightly on the arm around his shoulders. After a minute, though, he looked around worriedly.
"But...if someone sees......"
"Highly unlikely. We'll take the shortcuts." As they started to walk away, Christian's eyes widened as he realized that Undertaker had called him "love" a few moments ago. For some reason, he found comfort instead of worry at the thought.
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Scott Hall clamped his hand over his mouth, trying to supress his laughter. He risked another peek, seeing if they were gone. Once they were out of earshot, he let all his pent up laughter out. He got up and leaned against the wall, lost in his thoughts.
'Undertaker's future was with the nWo, no question about....' he frowned, as he thought of the blonde pretty boy. If they got Undertaker, the Canadian Crybaby would be a problem, in both situations. If they got the boy in their pack....he was as good as useless. But, if they left him out, no matter how useless he was, he could still be an annoyance. Though they hated each other, Edge and all of *his* alliances could back the Crybaby up.
He punched the wall again. But, as the Undertaker had found out earlier, walls were not very comforting. Scott ran his hand over his geled hair, letting out a sigh. Kev would probably know the solution. Scott started back towards the nWo room, unable to help the smirk on his face.
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AN- So, how'd you like this one? Lemme know! Thanks so much for the positive reviews! No flames as of yet. And, that's not a bad thing. That's a GOOD thing! : - )
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Inside his lockerroom, Undertaker was taking all of his frustrations out on a punching bag. But, like the wall in the Lounge, it offered no comfort. His mind went in different directions, and he wasn't sure which subject frustrated him more.
(DDP said Christian couldn't deny the love...could it be true?)
(What if Ric Flair wins tonight?)
(That damned kiss.....)
(What's the best way to beat Ric "The Man" Flair?)
(The eyes are the window to the soul....)
With a final vicious punch to the un-relieving punching bag, Undertaker leaned against it, wondering at that last thought. That last kiss with Christian had been quick...just out of frustration. What if....he tried it again? Undertaker smiled to himself, and stood up, stretching. He was wearing his usual outfit, minus the glasses and jacket. He reached for his glasses, thought better of it, and walked towards the door. He didn't want anything, like the glasses, to obscure his vision.
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Unlike Undertaker, Christian was pacing his room, his mind *refusing* to stray to thoughts of The Dead Man. Christian wore his wrestling outfit, beings that his match was one of the firsts. He was thinking of his strategy for the match tonight, how to win, and he came up with one simple rule: No Temper-Tantrums. Of course, thinking of the tantrums brought thoughts of Undert.....but, he didn't complete them. He looked at his watch, checking to see how much time he had left before he had to go out there.
Half-an-hour. Well, he thought with a shrug, that was enough time to get something to eat right? Hopefully it was. After a quick glance in the mirror to see how he looked, more important was how his hair looked, he headed towards the door.
As he walked out, he thought of Diamond Dallas Page. The man didn't know everything, but he did know about him and Undertaker....as ex-lovers. *Only* ex-lovers. Would the man use it against him tonight? More importantly, would DDP tell anyone what he knew? Christian headed towards the Lounge area, his mind plagued with questions.
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"So, what's the plan tonight?" The black haired man asked, his voice slightly hinting of an accent. He was walking with his partner, the smirk and the cocky look in his eyes always present.
"Simple. After your match with Stone Cold, we help out with our brother's match with Rocky." Kevin Nash responded. The two members of the nWo were walking down the hall towards their lockerroom. Naturally, it was far away from the other wrestlers. Of course, just for fun, they took the long way to the room, watching as the other wrestlers gave them fearful looks.
"Speaking of which, "Nash continued, "Just where *is* Hogan? For him to be late is very odd." After opening the door to their room and sitting down on a nearby couch (the nWo's locker room was more furnished than most of the others), Scott Hall replied with a shrug, "I dunno, Kev. He's been acting weird a lot lately. Ever since he accepted Rocky's match."
"Yeah, I know. It....worries me, ya know?" Kevin sat down beside Scott on the couch, taking a drink of his beer. After, he narrowed his eyes, voicing his recent thoughts. "Do you think.....he plans to betray us? He seems more focused on this match than us."
"I know what you mean. When I asked him earlier what were his plans for us with Rocky, he got real quiet....creepy-quiet. After about a minute, he changed the subject." Hall took a drink of his Diet Coke, then leaned towards Nash. "Either way, we need more members."
After a sarcastic laugh, Kevin replied. "Yeah, sure. It'd be easy to recruit...Let' see....We'll just walk up to one of the wrestlers and say, 'Hey yo. Wanna be poison and turn your back on the very thing that made you?' C'mon, now. It ain't gonna...." He stopped as an evil mischevious look came into his partner's eyes. He smiled. "Okay, I know you. What do you have up your sleeve, Scott?"
Scott mocked confusion as he looked at theshort-sleeved nWo t-shirt. He turned back to Kevin, his eyes dancing with laughter.
"Smart ass. Seriously, what's your plan?" Kevin said with a chuckle.
"Well, lemme ask you this. We're an American bad ass group right?" Kevin looked at him in confusion until realization hit home.
"Undertaker??? He wants to join?" He asked increduously.
"Well......not exactly. See, I never asked him. I know what he would say if I did. If we want a great man like him to join, we just have to find a weakness.....or a hidden secret." He added, with an evil wink.
"I see your point. Well, you'll have to do the spying." Scott got a "Do-I-have-to?" look in his eyes.
"Why me?"
"Your idea."
"So? Okay, we'll solve this nWo style."
1.........2.........3.........
"Ha! Scissors cuts paper!" Kevin cried out excitedly, his blonde hair swirling as he jumped up from the couch.
"No way, chico! I meant to do rock, honest!" Scott said defensively, unwilling to accept defeat.
"Sure, sure....Fine best of 3."
"Best of 3 for what, brothers?" a deep, slightly crackly voice asked from the doorway. Scott couldn't help the guilty look that crossed his face. But Nash, being the most quick-witted, responded with an easy smile.
"To determine who would go out with Scott tonight with his match." Hogan nodded, and put down his bag on a nearby chair. He sat down at a chair across from the couch, sighed, and lowered his eyes.
"I've been meaning to talk to you guys about that." Out of his line of view, Nash and Hall exchanged a knowing look. They had suspicions that they may lose a member tonight. If that happened, they would resort to plan B; which was: Add a Dead Man to the poisonous nWo.
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...........but all those thoughts died when he saw who it was. The anger left him as he tensed up, not sure what to do.
"Undertaker!" He said, surprised. "Um....what brings you on this side of the 'rooms? Your room is..."
"If you don't know, then you'll soon find out." Undertaker responded, his voice a husky whisper. Damn, why did the kid have to wear a red fishnet- stocking shirt? The thing was a tease. It revealed so much, yet so little of Christian's perfect chest. 'Taker pulled Christian into his tight embrace, his green eyes piercing the anxious blue of his captive. Christian lowered his eyes as he began to struggle.
"Let me go, damnit! Someone might...." Undertaker placed a finger under his chin, so they met eye to eye. He leaned in close to the Canadian, their lips nearly touching.
"I don't give a damn if someone might see. I have a burning question that I plan to find the answer to, one way or another." He leaned in closer to Christian, and teasingly licked at the other man's lips. Christian ceased his struggles, but tensed up.
'I can resist......I can resist' Christian repeatedly told himself mentally.
As if sensing his thoughts, 'Taker slowly licked the inside of Christian's mouth, smiling mentally when he felt his hands go around his neck. Even then, he didn't increase his speed.
'Damn him! I still can resist, I still can resi....oh, to hell with it!'
Christian pushed upward, and turned the teasing kiss into a passionate one. Like the last time, Undertaker pulled away after a second. Christian kept his eyes locked on his, searching for any mockery or humor. He found none.
"I told you......I would get.......my answer...." Undertaker said, between deep breaths.
"Undertaker."
"What?"
"Just shut up and kiss me." Undertaker, of course, was all too happy to oblige.
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"Hey, Kev! I need to go get something to eat." A look of understanding passed between them that the old Hulkster didn't catch. Scott nodded to his partner as he walked towards the door.
"Hey Scott, can you get us some beers?" Hogan called out in a mocking voice as he stood up. Scott gripped the door handle tightly. Damn! Why did Hogan always have to bring that up? He clenched his fist, fighting the rage. As if sensing his tension, Nash walked over and massaged his neck and shoulders. Scott looked at Kev, questionaly. Kevin had the "Just-leave-it- alone" look and Scott nodded. He walked out the door, kicking the wall when he heard Hogan's laughter trailing after him.
'He knows how hard it is for me. I'm a recovering alcoholic....I don't need--' Scott's mouth opened wide in shock as he saw the scene before him. He quickly kneeled down behind some equipment, doubting that he was seen. He smirked evilly. Oh this was, to quote a popular phrase, just too damn sweet! He quickly peeked out from behind the equipment, watching The DeadMan throw his future to nWo power.
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Undertaker pushed Christian against the wall, his arms now on his love's shoulders. The kiss deepened; forgotten passion coming back full force. Christian wrapped his arms tighter around Undertaker's neck, as if afraid to let go. He was beyond thinking at this moment. He knew he shouldn't love the Dead Man. But, if he could just have this moment.....
Unfortunately for Christian, the romantic moment was spoiled all too soon by his growling stomach. He winced as he felt Undertaker end the kiss once more. Unintentionally, he let out a little whimper of need and disappointment.
"Undertaker....." He blushed and lowered his eyes, not sure what to say. Undertaker titled his chin back up, so that they were once again eye to eye. Undertaker was smiling, barely containing laughter when he spoke.
"I do believe one of your more base needs made itself known. Perhaps you should listen to it, hmm?" Christian nodded, all to aware that they both still had their arms wrapped around each other. With Undertaker's smile and seductive green eyes so near to him, Christian couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, maybe I should. Any suggestions?" Undertaker's laughter was musical as it echoed around Christian's ears. He hugged his love close, Christian resting his head on the Dead Man's chest.
"I think you punched your mentor a bit too hard last night. He stalked me all the way to the Lounge area....."
Christian noticeable became tense, the smile being replaced by a frown. He didn't want to explain to him why he had punched DDP....and he hoped to God that Page hadn't said the reason either. Another nervous awkward silence followed......but it was cut short as Christian remembered something. He moved away from Undertaker, urgently glancing at his watch.
"Damn!" Undertaker looked at him concerned.
"Chris, what is it?"
"My match! It starts in like 15 minutes! And these hallways are hell to navigate through!" Undertaker relaxed, and put his arm around the worried Canadian.
"Is that all, love? Boy, I know all these hallways and shortcuts like the back of my hand. Don't worry.....I'll even make sure to grab you a bite to eat." Christian followed Undertaker's lead, his head resting slightly on the arm around his shoulders. After a minute, though, he looked around worriedly.
"But...if someone sees......"
"Highly unlikely. We'll take the shortcuts." As they started to walk away, Christian's eyes widened as he realized that Undertaker had called him "love" a few moments ago. For some reason, he found comfort instead of worry at the thought.
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Scott Hall clamped his hand over his mouth, trying to supress his laughter. He risked another peek, seeing if they were gone. Once they were out of earshot, he let all his pent up laughter out. He got up and leaned against the wall, lost in his thoughts.
'Undertaker's future was with the nWo, no question about....' he frowned, as he thought of the blonde pretty boy. If they got Undertaker, the Canadian Crybaby would be a problem, in both situations. If they got the boy in their pack....he was as good as useless. But, if they left him out, no matter how useless he was, he could still be an annoyance. Though they hated each other, Edge and all of *his* alliances could back the Crybaby up.
He punched the wall again. But, as the Undertaker had found out earlier, walls were not very comforting. Scott ran his hand over his geled hair, letting out a sigh. Kev would probably know the solution. Scott started back towards the nWo room, unable to help the smirk on his face.
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AN- So, how'd you like this one? Lemme know! Thanks so much for the positive reviews! No flames as of yet. And, that's not a bad thing. That's a GOOD thing! : - )