AN- Since WX8 is so scrambled for the characters involved (DDP, Christian,
Undertaker, nWo), I'll probably skip around a bit....and I apologize for
the bad in-ring scenes....I'm not that good at fight scenes. I love
everyone who's read this! Thanks!! *gives everyone a hug and kissy*
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- "C'mon, Hulk, you can do better than that!" exclaimed Kevin Nash as he and Hulk Hogan were practicing for their matches. The nWo lockerroom was spacious enough so that it could turn into a mini-gym; complete with blue mats that were conviently placed in the room.
So far, Kevin was finding that he was beating Hogan easily. He hoped the old man was saving all his energy until the big "Icon vs. Icon" match. Hogan had pinned Nash twice, and Nash had pinned Hogan about four times. He was about to make it five, when the door opened, reavealing Scott Hall, whom looked as if he'd been running. He was trying to hide a grin since Hogan was there, but Kevin, knowing his friend, could see through it.
"Kevin.....uh, we need to talk. It's about......" he glanced at Hogan, who was laying on the mat, catching his breath, with his eyes turned away from him. He turned his gaze quickly back to Nash, who was sitting up beside Hogan, "....what we discussed earlier."
Kevin nodded and stood, sweeping his long blondeish-brown hair out of his face with his hand and dusting himself off. He followed Scott out the door and the duo walked down the hall silently; or as silently as Scott could. He was grinning from ear to ear, practically jumping in his excitement. Nash watched his friend in amusement, wondering what the cause of it could be. The two walked into an exmpty storage room, and Scott began pacing the room. Kev had barely closed the door before Scott exploded in a jumble of words and hand motions.
"He was.....I saw him and.....just wait till you know who it is!....kissing....down the hall...." He was stopped when Nash placed his hands on the smaller man's shoulders, trying to calm him.
"Slow down, slow down. I can't understand a word you're saying, Scott." He shook his head, his smile reveiling his amusement. So Hall had been spying on some lovebirds, probably Matt and Lita, nothing major. "S-l- o-w-l-y tell me why you're so damned excited." Scott took a few deep breaths before continueing.
"The Dead Man....Undertaker!.....was....kissing.....**kissing**!!!......Christian!" He looked at Nash, still smiling, wondering if the excitement was catching on. Apparently, it wasn't. "Don't you get it?!" He nearly shouted, slightly annoyed. "I found out the Dead Man's little secret! He's as good as nWo 4 Life, now. All we have to do, is be patient." The excitement caught on, finally.
"This is too sweet, Scott!" They high-fived each other, but then Nash's smile was replaced with a frown. "Wait.....The Crybaby......" Hall nodded.
"Yes. I thought it through, and I figured out two ways." He frowned, the bubbling excitement drained away. "Both of which, aren't very good." He counted off the ways with his hands. "One, we ignore him. Of course, if the two are lovers, he could be a distraction for The Dead Man. The second one is simpler, yet more impossible. Two, he becomes a member as well."
"Yeah, I see both points. Well, we'll just wait until after we beat the shit out of Rocky and then follow The Dead Man whereever he goes. If the pretty boy is with him....." He shrugged. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, you can keep an eye on the boy. Maybe they're not what they appear to be....." Hall laughed sarcastically.
"They *kissed* each other Kev. What else are they but queers?" Kev gave him a look that almost appeared to be anger.....but it was gone in a second.
"You never know, Scott. Now, you go back to your spy game, and I'll go back to beating Hogan." They high-fived each other again as they walked out of the room, each going opposite directions.
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As Christian stood in the ring, waiting for DDP's music to hit, he thought about what Undertaker had said. Could Page *really* have stalked him? It seemed impossible, yet....
"Yo, it' me! It's me! It's.....D......D......P!!" boomed the Titantron over the speakers.
.....understandable, considering that it DDP. Page was, as usual, grinning his head off as he walked down the ramp to the ring. Christian tuned off the sound of the crowd, as the now-enemys faced off.
When they locked up, and his long hair was over his face, Christian asked:
"What did you tell Undertaker?" DDP just grinned and threw Christian off of him. They battled for a half hour, Christian unable to get close enough to ask his question again. After Page did his finishing move, the Diamond Cutter, he pinned Christian. As the referee started the 3 count, he leaned in real close to Christian and whispered in his ear.
"I told ...."
1!!!
"....him the...."
2!!!
"....truth, Chris."
3!!!
He got up, while Christian remained on the ground, shocked. So, Undertaker had known what he had told Page? He had........Wait, what was Page doing?? He sat up on his knees as Page, mike in hand, began to speak.
"I gotta tell you something. I'm proud of you, bro. Not only did you lose in front of 67,000 fans....but you didn't lose your temper!"
The noise of the crowd came back to him, increasing as the fans screamed. Christian looked around, just now noticing how many people there were.....all seeing him losing this match. Not to mention......He looked back at DDP. Page's smile and voice hinted at the secret that the two knew of, the smile mocking Christian.
"And Christian! That's not a bad thing....." The extremely large crowd spoke with him...."It's....A.....GOOD.....THING!!" He then dropped the mike and stepped out of the ring, holding the belt proudly.
Christian glanced at the rampway, then at the large crowd. All these people....plus Undertaker.....watched him lose. He LOST! His brother saw....Undertaker saw.....the other wrestlers saw it.......He tried to contain himself, but his anger overflowed once more. He threw a tantrum, trying to open a hole up in the ring so he could bury himself into it and never come out.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- Scott watched the tantrum from the rampway entrance, leaning on the wall with his arms folded. He shook his head in disgust and disbelief. There was absolutey no way in Hell they would be able to accept this Canadian CryBaby as a member. It was impossible. The nWo could not afford to be laughed at and considered a joke like he was. But, as he watched, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the guy. He wondered if some type of championship would make the tantrums stop.....
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Page walked into the back room slowly, knowing he was going to be in a lot of pain in a very short amount of time. He had known The Dead Man would be watching, so he had purposelly insitigated the tantrum. Although, he realized now, maybe he had gone overboa...
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!" came the only warning before the punch to Page's jaw knocked him to the ground. The belt flew off of his shoulder, skidding across the concrete. He didn't remain on the floor for long, though, as he felt himself being thrown against the wall. Others were watching, he knew this, but all he could see was a very Undertaker in front of him. And that wasn't a good thing. He felt a hand wound tight around his throat, and the Undertaker practically shook in his rage.
"What was the purpose behind that?!? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put you in the hospital, Page. Just *one*!"
"I.....would......think.....much......clearer......without......choking..... " Page struggled to get out. He felt the grip lessen, but the threat didn't. "I had...to...do it."
"You.....*had* to? No, no. You didn't *have* to do anything, Page. You just wanted to embarass and humiliate him!" Page flinched at the anger and he felt the hand around his throat tighten. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw the guards slowly making their way towards them. He flashed his usual bright smile back at Undertaker.
"Actions speak louder than words, my friend." That put Undertaker in a near frenzy, and he lunged at him. The guards began to run over, but their fear caused them to slow down a few feet away. Before they could stop him, Undertaker chokeslammed Page. The guards grabbed him then, pulling him away. Undertaker shoved them away easily, and kneeled down beside Page.
"They do, huh? Well, maybe that action spoke volumes to your deaf ears, Page." He laughed and walked off. Page, meanwhile, struggled to get up. Unable to do so, he slumped back down onto the concrete floor. As unoncioussness drifted over him, his last thought was: 'You're an idiot, Page'......
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- "I'm better than Austin; he knows it, I know it. He just got lucky....." A slightly exhausted Scott Hall tried explaining to a frustrated Nash.
"It's not going to happen again! Because tonight, we take our anger out on the Rock....." Nash replied angrily, and Scott nodded in agreement. They exchanged a look of worry as they saw Hogan walk up, dressed up for his match.
"I know you guys are angry. But, I need a favor from the Brotherhood. I need to do this alone, brother. Cause in my heart, my friends, I just gotta know who the better man is." Scott and Nash agreed, and they watched as Hogan walked off.
"There's no way we're not going to be involved in this...." Nash said, and then looked at his partner in confusion as Scott was starting to walk away. "Where are you going?"
"I figure this match will be a long one, Kev. And I had this idea that if the pretty boy had something to be proud of, i.e the Hardcore Championship, I figured......" Nash nodded in understanding, but Scott could clearly see the distrust in his eyes.
"Alright. But, you better be back here....and *soon*. Hogan is nothing to me, but I couldn't stand to lose....I mean, I can't be the nWo all by myself."
"Don't worry, meng." Scott playfully smiled, as he replied in his old Razor Ramon voice. They did the Wolfpack symbol, and then Scott ran off.
Scott followed Mighty Molly, keeping track of where she went. He smiled as she was headed towards the area of lockerooms where Christian was. He went down another hall, running ahead of the now-exhausted superhero sidekick.
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Christian was boredly flipping through the channels on his small TV, lying on his bed, when he heard the knock at the door. He got up off the bed, automatically reaching for the door handle. Just as he reached the door handle, a well-known voice spoke, causing him to pause.
"Hey yo, chico. Two halls down....you and a ref go there, meng." Then Christian heard running footsteps in the distance. Confused, Christian thought of the voice.....it sounded like Scott Hall.....only, Cuban?? Should he trust the words of an nWo member?
With nothing better to do, he decided that he might as well. He ran out of his room, running to where the voice had said. He peeked around the corner, a smile spreading across his lips as he saw none other than the Hardcore Champion: Mighty Molly. He quickly motioned a ref over, then got in position.
As Mighty Molly finally caught her breath, she glanced about her cautiosly and then continued her run down the hall.
BAM!!
She fell over as the metal door hit her, her brain to weak to even struggle for conciousness.
"Stand back......there's a new Hardcore Champion comin' through....." Christian smirked, and then called the slow ref over. He "pinned" the unconcious Molly, and then jumped up, yelling out his excitement. He was a winner, dammit! He was!!
He ran back to his room, still smiling, as he began to pack his things. Between holding tying the belt around his waist and packing his things, he somehow managed to call a cab.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- Scott Hall smiled as he ran back to where Nash was. He just hoped that would do the kid, and the future of the group, some good. The smile immediately left him as he reached Nash, who was looking out at the arena in shock.
"What is it, Kev?"
"Just fuckin' see for yourself," Kevin bitterly replied. So, Scott did. Hogan had just lost and Rock was standing on all the ring posts.
"That bastard! He......Wait, Hogan is getting up! Kev, why don't we go down there now?"
"Because.......Just keep watching, chico."
Scott continued to watch in confusion as the old Hulkster made his way slowly over to Rock. Unconciously, he twirled the toothpick around in his mouth in his nervousness. When Hogan offered his hand to the winner, the toothpick nearly fell out of his mouth.
"That stupid, son of a bitch! He *has* betrayed us! Kev! Are we just going to stand here?" Scott asked increduously. Kevin swept his hair back out of his eyes then smirked mischeviously at his Wolfpack brother.
"Hell no, Scott. I'm just waiting to see how far this little bastard will go. When the time is right, we teach the old man a thing or two about respect."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- "C'mon, Hulk, you can do better than that!" exclaimed Kevin Nash as he and Hulk Hogan were practicing for their matches. The nWo lockerroom was spacious enough so that it could turn into a mini-gym; complete with blue mats that were conviently placed in the room.
So far, Kevin was finding that he was beating Hogan easily. He hoped the old man was saving all his energy until the big "Icon vs. Icon" match. Hogan had pinned Nash twice, and Nash had pinned Hogan about four times. He was about to make it five, when the door opened, reavealing Scott Hall, whom looked as if he'd been running. He was trying to hide a grin since Hogan was there, but Kevin, knowing his friend, could see through it.
"Kevin.....uh, we need to talk. It's about......" he glanced at Hogan, who was laying on the mat, catching his breath, with his eyes turned away from him. He turned his gaze quickly back to Nash, who was sitting up beside Hogan, "....what we discussed earlier."
Kevin nodded and stood, sweeping his long blondeish-brown hair out of his face with his hand and dusting himself off. He followed Scott out the door and the duo walked down the hall silently; or as silently as Scott could. He was grinning from ear to ear, practically jumping in his excitement. Nash watched his friend in amusement, wondering what the cause of it could be. The two walked into an exmpty storage room, and Scott began pacing the room. Kev had barely closed the door before Scott exploded in a jumble of words and hand motions.
"He was.....I saw him and.....just wait till you know who it is!....kissing....down the hall...." He was stopped when Nash placed his hands on the smaller man's shoulders, trying to calm him.
"Slow down, slow down. I can't understand a word you're saying, Scott." He shook his head, his smile reveiling his amusement. So Hall had been spying on some lovebirds, probably Matt and Lita, nothing major. "S-l- o-w-l-y tell me why you're so damned excited." Scott took a few deep breaths before continueing.
"The Dead Man....Undertaker!.....was....kissing.....**kissing**!!!......Christian!" He looked at Nash, still smiling, wondering if the excitement was catching on. Apparently, it wasn't. "Don't you get it?!" He nearly shouted, slightly annoyed. "I found out the Dead Man's little secret! He's as good as nWo 4 Life, now. All we have to do, is be patient." The excitement caught on, finally.
"This is too sweet, Scott!" They high-fived each other, but then Nash's smile was replaced with a frown. "Wait.....The Crybaby......" Hall nodded.
"Yes. I thought it through, and I figured out two ways." He frowned, the bubbling excitement drained away. "Both of which, aren't very good." He counted off the ways with his hands. "One, we ignore him. Of course, if the two are lovers, he could be a distraction for The Dead Man. The second one is simpler, yet more impossible. Two, he becomes a member as well."
"Yeah, I see both points. Well, we'll just wait until after we beat the shit out of Rocky and then follow The Dead Man whereever he goes. If the pretty boy is with him....." He shrugged. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, you can keep an eye on the boy. Maybe they're not what they appear to be....." Hall laughed sarcastically.
"They *kissed* each other Kev. What else are they but queers?" Kev gave him a look that almost appeared to be anger.....but it was gone in a second.
"You never know, Scott. Now, you go back to your spy game, and I'll go back to beating Hogan." They high-fived each other again as they walked out of the room, each going opposite directions.
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As Christian stood in the ring, waiting for DDP's music to hit, he thought about what Undertaker had said. Could Page *really* have stalked him? It seemed impossible, yet....
"Yo, it' me! It's me! It's.....D......D......P!!" boomed the Titantron over the speakers.
.....understandable, considering that it DDP. Page was, as usual, grinning his head off as he walked down the ramp to the ring. Christian tuned off the sound of the crowd, as the now-enemys faced off.
When they locked up, and his long hair was over his face, Christian asked:
"What did you tell Undertaker?" DDP just grinned and threw Christian off of him. They battled for a half hour, Christian unable to get close enough to ask his question again. After Page did his finishing move, the Diamond Cutter, he pinned Christian. As the referee started the 3 count, he leaned in real close to Christian and whispered in his ear.
"I told ...."
1!!!
"....him the...."
2!!!
"....truth, Chris."
3!!!
He got up, while Christian remained on the ground, shocked. So, Undertaker had known what he had told Page? He had........Wait, what was Page doing?? He sat up on his knees as Page, mike in hand, began to speak.
"I gotta tell you something. I'm proud of you, bro. Not only did you lose in front of 67,000 fans....but you didn't lose your temper!"
The noise of the crowd came back to him, increasing as the fans screamed. Christian looked around, just now noticing how many people there were.....all seeing him losing this match. Not to mention......He looked back at DDP. Page's smile and voice hinted at the secret that the two knew of, the smile mocking Christian.
"And Christian! That's not a bad thing....." The extremely large crowd spoke with him...."It's....A.....GOOD.....THING!!" He then dropped the mike and stepped out of the ring, holding the belt proudly.
Christian glanced at the rampway, then at the large crowd. All these people....plus Undertaker.....watched him lose. He LOST! His brother saw....Undertaker saw.....the other wrestlers saw it.......He tried to contain himself, but his anger overflowed once more. He threw a tantrum, trying to open a hole up in the ring so he could bury himself into it and never come out.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- Scott watched the tantrum from the rampway entrance, leaning on the wall with his arms folded. He shook his head in disgust and disbelief. There was absolutey no way in Hell they would be able to accept this Canadian CryBaby as a member. It was impossible. The nWo could not afford to be laughed at and considered a joke like he was. But, as he watched, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the guy. He wondered if some type of championship would make the tantrums stop.....
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Page walked into the back room slowly, knowing he was going to be in a lot of pain in a very short amount of time. He had known The Dead Man would be watching, so he had purposelly insitigated the tantrum. Although, he realized now, maybe he had gone overboa...
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!" came the only warning before the punch to Page's jaw knocked him to the ground. The belt flew off of his shoulder, skidding across the concrete. He didn't remain on the floor for long, though, as he felt himself being thrown against the wall. Others were watching, he knew this, but all he could see was a very Undertaker in front of him. And that wasn't a good thing. He felt a hand wound tight around his throat, and the Undertaker practically shook in his rage.
"What was the purpose behind that?!? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put you in the hospital, Page. Just *one*!"
"I.....would......think.....much......clearer......without......choking..... " Page struggled to get out. He felt the grip lessen, but the threat didn't. "I had...to...do it."
"You.....*had* to? No, no. You didn't *have* to do anything, Page. You just wanted to embarass and humiliate him!" Page flinched at the anger and he felt the hand around his throat tighten. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw the guards slowly making their way towards them. He flashed his usual bright smile back at Undertaker.
"Actions speak louder than words, my friend." That put Undertaker in a near frenzy, and he lunged at him. The guards began to run over, but their fear caused them to slow down a few feet away. Before they could stop him, Undertaker chokeslammed Page. The guards grabbed him then, pulling him away. Undertaker shoved them away easily, and kneeled down beside Page.
"They do, huh? Well, maybe that action spoke volumes to your deaf ears, Page." He laughed and walked off. Page, meanwhile, struggled to get up. Unable to do so, he slumped back down onto the concrete floor. As unoncioussness drifted over him, his last thought was: 'You're an idiot, Page'......
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- "I'm better than Austin; he knows it, I know it. He just got lucky....." A slightly exhausted Scott Hall tried explaining to a frustrated Nash.
"It's not going to happen again! Because tonight, we take our anger out on the Rock....." Nash replied angrily, and Scott nodded in agreement. They exchanged a look of worry as they saw Hogan walk up, dressed up for his match.
"I know you guys are angry. But, I need a favor from the Brotherhood. I need to do this alone, brother. Cause in my heart, my friends, I just gotta know who the better man is." Scott and Nash agreed, and they watched as Hogan walked off.
"There's no way we're not going to be involved in this...." Nash said, and then looked at his partner in confusion as Scott was starting to walk away. "Where are you going?"
"I figure this match will be a long one, Kev. And I had this idea that if the pretty boy had something to be proud of, i.e the Hardcore Championship, I figured......" Nash nodded in understanding, but Scott could clearly see the distrust in his eyes.
"Alright. But, you better be back here....and *soon*. Hogan is nothing to me, but I couldn't stand to lose....I mean, I can't be the nWo all by myself."
"Don't worry, meng." Scott playfully smiled, as he replied in his old Razor Ramon voice. They did the Wolfpack symbol, and then Scott ran off.
Scott followed Mighty Molly, keeping track of where she went. He smiled as she was headed towards the area of lockerooms where Christian was. He went down another hall, running ahead of the now-exhausted superhero sidekick.
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Christian was boredly flipping through the channels on his small TV, lying on his bed, when he heard the knock at the door. He got up off the bed, automatically reaching for the door handle. Just as he reached the door handle, a well-known voice spoke, causing him to pause.
"Hey yo, chico. Two halls down....you and a ref go there, meng." Then Christian heard running footsteps in the distance. Confused, Christian thought of the voice.....it sounded like Scott Hall.....only, Cuban?? Should he trust the words of an nWo member?
With nothing better to do, he decided that he might as well. He ran out of his room, running to where the voice had said. He peeked around the corner, a smile spreading across his lips as he saw none other than the Hardcore Champion: Mighty Molly. He quickly motioned a ref over, then got in position.
As Mighty Molly finally caught her breath, she glanced about her cautiosly and then continued her run down the hall.
BAM!!
She fell over as the metal door hit her, her brain to weak to even struggle for conciousness.
"Stand back......there's a new Hardcore Champion comin' through....." Christian smirked, and then called the slow ref over. He "pinned" the unconcious Molly, and then jumped up, yelling out his excitement. He was a winner, dammit! He was!!
He ran back to his room, still smiling, as he began to pack his things. Between holding tying the belt around his waist and packing his things, he somehow managed to call a cab.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- Scott Hall smiled as he ran back to where Nash was. He just hoped that would do the kid, and the future of the group, some good. The smile immediately left him as he reached Nash, who was looking out at the arena in shock.
"What is it, Kev?"
"Just fuckin' see for yourself," Kevin bitterly replied. So, Scott did. Hogan had just lost and Rock was standing on all the ring posts.
"That bastard! He......Wait, Hogan is getting up! Kev, why don't we go down there now?"
"Because.......Just keep watching, chico."
Scott continued to watch in confusion as the old Hulkster made his way slowly over to Rock. Unconciously, he twirled the toothpick around in his mouth in his nervousness. When Hogan offered his hand to the winner, the toothpick nearly fell out of his mouth.
"That stupid, son of a bitch! He *has* betrayed us! Kev! Are we just going to stand here?" Scott asked increduously. Kevin swept his hair back out of his eyes then smirked mischeviously at his Wolfpack brother.
"Hell no, Scott. I'm just waiting to see how far this little bastard will go. When the time is right, we teach the old man a thing or two about respect."