AN- Well, let's count the days. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday.....4 days.

Informative Dude- Actually 3 days and some hours. You're at school for most of Frida--

AN- Aw, shaddup! ANYWAY, it should've been enough....riiiight?? WRONG! I woke up Saturday with an extremely sore throat, stuffy nose (you know the type; one side is dry and clogged, the other is wet and drippy....can't breathe out of either one) a bad cough, and a high fever. As in: wearing 2 fur coats, a pair of sweatpants, two pairs of socks, the whole works. PLUS, that afternoon, I started.....uh.... you girls out there know. The "special friend" Mother Nature gives to all of us each month. It SO didn't reek of awesomeness!!!! Mom gave me the 'net, which was cool. Because......

Informative Dude- Hello. It breaks some law for the Author to advertise other authors, soo....I got the job. I'm her alternate identidy. *smiles like DDP* I know you want me!

AN- o_O

Informative Dude- Well, they DO! Anyway..... http://www.dragonsfiredreams.com/ficmain.html . His/her fics are all slash (the WWF ones are; the "Dark World"series....there's a GREAT fic about Nash and Scott as werewolves written by Nix)....anyway, the WWF ones mostly deal with the hottest guys the Sports Entertainment has ever seen! I'm talkin' : Sean "X-Pac" Waltman, Shawn "HBK" Michaels, Paul "Hunter Hearst-Helmsley; HHH" Levesque, Scott Hall, and Kevin Nash....aka, THE KLIQ!! "Wicked Wind" features Christian and Undertaker (I steal nothing from her fics! Just read the fic as proof!) in a very....unique storyline. One of her wrestling fics, "A Fish In the Sea" is on ff.net. A great, although sadly short, fic!! Okay, enough advertising.....

AN- I apologize for this being late. It's just Mother Nature slapped me with everything last weekend. But, during my sick time, I realized two things. 1) My hair is like Chris Jericho's; blonde on top....ponytail is black. 2) It's becoming increasingly difficult to stay in Character with Undertaker. After seeing Hall show off, I figure that'd be enough to break out of character. So....I'll call him by his name, Mark, from now on. Now then.......

Informative Dude- She talks too much..... o_O *smiles brightly again* C'mon! There's got to be some girl out there who wants me! *pause* Anybody? *longer pause*

AN- Why is my alternate personality a guy when I'm a girl? ........I worry about myself. o_O

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Mark Calloway, for once in his career, was utterly speechless as he watched the blood drip from the still-open wound of Scott Hall. Christian was struck speechless as well. Mainly because his insides were having a gymnastics class; his stomach was doing flip-flops. He heard/felt Nash sigh, exasperated, behind him.

"Scott, Scott. If you've brain damaged either of them, it's your tail...."

Tail?????

".....Now, for the sake of the humans present, can you please close that?"

"Alrighty, chico." he chuckled. He closed his eyes, and began to rock back and forth on his heels. Slivlets of light fluttered around the wound for a second then disappeared. In an instant, the skin particles began to close over the wound; the blood flow slowing, and finally stopping as it did. He stopped rocking on his heels and opened his eyes.

"What....the....fuck....are you?" was all Mark could manage to get out. Christian felt the knife being put away with a whoosh of air. He fell to his knees, still trying to control his insides. He dry heaved for a moment before glancing back up at Scott in stunned disbelief. The wound was completely healed; but his wet blood was still on the pavement. How was it possible??

"You'll be the first to find out, Chris." he heard Nash say, who was now crouched behind him. Nash looked at Mark, who was sitting on his 'cycle, before continueing; "It's up to the Bad Ass over there if he wants to be after you...."

Christian leaped up (his stomach protested at his) and stared agrily down at Kevin. "Why don't I get a choice? If he's the one you're after, then why are you forcing an Initia..." he paused as Nash stood, towering over him. He swallowed and continued, determined. "And what is the Initiation??" Kevin just smirked and crossed his arms. Mark, knowing the shock was lowering the kid's caution, walked over and pulled him away a bit. The couple stood facing the sneering and smug Wolf Pack. It was Mark who spoke next.

"I'm wondering at that myself. Why are you so determined to get Christian in the nWo?" Nash, without answering, glanced at his watch. Scott looked at Nash, slightly confused.

"What is it?" he asked.

"By now, I think WX8 is over..." Nash responded.

"Yeah so?" replied a still confused Scott, who just wasn't getting Kev's point.

"So.....we should take this elsewhere. Maybe a nearby hotel or...." he looked suggestively at Christian.

"One, I don't live in Canada anymore. I live in Florida; weren't you listening to what I said earlier? Two, why do you keep changing the subject?"

"There's a time and a place for certain things." Nash replied mysteriously. "Now.... we can do this one of two ways--"

"Do *what*?" Mark asked. Nash rolled his eyes.

"Get to the hotel, of course. It's either me and Christian in my--"

"I'm not going *anywhere* with you!"

"--car, and Scott and Undertaker on his motorcycle. Or vice versa." Mark and Scott were trading looks of disgust, clearly not happy with the traveling plans. Christian hugged Mark tighter. Kevin, meanwhile, was very amused.

"Scott, you act like I'm asking you to break a fang or cut your eye out." he laughed.

"I haven't even said I agree to *any* of this." Mark said. "But, I must admit, you have my curiosity after Scott shot his own arm...." Christian stared at Mark in shock.

"You can't be serious! You're actually *considering*....?"

"I didn't say that, love." he looked back to Nash. "How about me and Christian on my bike, and you two...?" Scott snickered.

"Chico, you think we're idiots? There's no way we're giving you two a chance of escape." He thought a moment. "Of course, I'm not too thrilled with sitting behind you on *that* thing. I'd prefer to run....." He placed his arm on Kev's shoulder. "Either way, can we hurry this along? The more we spend chattin', the more the night grows old."

"Sure, Scott. So, you two, what's it gonna be?" he said, looking to Mark and Christian.

"This is utterly insane!" cried Christian. "There's no way I'm getting in your car, Kev; and I doubt Mark wants you on his bike, Scott. So- -" he stopped as Mark put his arm around him, squeezing his shoulder gently.

"Chris, calm down." He looked to Nash. "You drive, and we'll follow you on the bike."

"No. It's either me and Christian in my car or him and Scott on your bike." He chuckled. "I'm sure Scott could.... figure out how to drive one of those things." Scott chuckled as well, only a little nervously. Mark sighed, exhaustion starting to settle in. It was either Nash or Scott with his love; which was the lesser of the two evils? Nash seems to want to seduce him more than kill him; while it wasn't a comforting thought, it was better than the idea of Scott trying to drive a motorcycle.

"Fine. Me and the "chico" on my bike. When do we....." he stopped as Christian squeezed his shoulder and gave him a weird look. Confused, he narrowed his eyes. Christian just rolled his, exasperated. Some men just can't take hints. He turned to the nWo. "Pardon us a moment." was all the Canadian said before dragging Mark a few feet away, out of ear shot. Nash looked to Scott, who just shrugged his shoulders. They waited patiently.

"What is it, Christian?" asked Mark, worried at his lover's mischevious smile.

"I just had a sudden idea....." he leaned closer to Mark, just to assure that they wouldn't be heard. "We play matchmaker....."

"Huh?! With who..........?" Christian nodded in the nWo's direction. "Kev and Scott? You think they--"

"I'm not sure, Mark. But, still, it could be fun." Mark chuckled and tightly hugged Christian. "You and your plans, love. Alright, what is it this time?"

"A simple bet. Sometime during this damned "trip", you somehow get Scott to agree to a bet; I'll do the same with Nash. The bet is that they kiss their partner......See what I'm getting at?" Mark chuckled again.

"Yeah, I get ya. So, is that all you wanted to tell me?" Mark asked with a mischevious glint in his eye.

"No. There's always this...." his voice trailed off as the two passionately kissed. In the distance, the nWo groaned. Scott sat on the bike as Nash walked over to seperate the two.

"Hey, hey! You two can save that for later." he said, placing a hand on both their shoulders. Mark gave him an angry look while Christian was amused. He turned to Nash. "So can you...." was all he said, before walking off. Nash followed him, calling the limo on his cell phone. Mark, meanwhile, scowled at Scott on his bike. Scott was playing around with the handlebars, acting like he was driving.

"First rule: Don't touch anything." Mark said dangerously, to get the man's attention. Once he did, he smirked. "Second; you want the back or front?" Scott just gave him an evil look. Mark chuckled and grabbed Scott by his shirt front. "Will you get off my bike or do I have to throw you off?" Scott growled incoherently and got up. Mark smirked and sat down, keeping an eye on Nash.

Meanwhile, Christian was leaning against the wall, waiting for *their* ride.

"I thought you said you were driving....?" he asked Nash. Nash just shrugged. "Why drive when you can call a limo?" Christian frowned. That meant...back seat. Alone with Kev. Not good. Seeing his obvious discomfort, Kev chuckled.

After a few minutes of impatient waiting (Christian made sure to keep his distance; Scott refused to get on the bike until it was absolutely time) the limo came through the garage. Mark revved the engine on his bike, and parked behind it. Kev opened the door, and motioned for Christian to get in. "After you" he said. Christian, after a cautious look at Nash, got in. Nash, after one last amused glance at Scott and Mark, got in after Christian. Mark watched the door close, and the limo start off slowly. He turned to Scott.

"Time to ride, chica." With another angry look, Scott got on. After a moment's hesitation, he placed his arms around Mark's waist. "It's *chico*. Chica means--"Scott growled. "I know what it means." Mark interrupted, smirking. He followed the limo, slightly frustrated at its slow speed. He remembered Chris's "matchmaking" plan. He wondered how he was even going to get into a *decent* conversation with his riding partner; let alone make a bet. He just hoped this wasn't a very long ride.....

Meanwhile, in the limo....

Christian was seated as close as he could get to the door, on the right side; with Nash against the opposite. Nash smiled and waited. He knew the younger man had some questions. So, he'll just let the silence stretch until he's ready. He pretended to be interested in the landscape they were passing. Out of his peripheral vision, he noticed Christian glance at him. After about a minute....

"You still haven't answered my question, Nash." Christian said quietly, almost a whisper. Nash looked over, with a I-have-no-clue-what- you're-talking-about look.

"What question would that be?" was his response. Christian sighed, frustrated, and finally looked at Nash.

"About why you want me in your WolfPack so much."

"Oh, that question. Well, I planned to tell you that, along with everything else, later, at the hotel."

"Why not now?" Nash just shrugged away his question and turned back to the window. Christian smiled mischeviously. Let's see....he wanted to know something; and he wanted to make that bet. Well, time to kill two birds with one stone.

"In a betting mood?" he asked Nash, mysteriously. Nash turned to him, surprised.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- AN- Ya know somethin'? In this chapter, I only used two line- breakers? Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I'm not sure.... I wanted to add a lot more to this chapter....like, go through the whole Initiation thing. But...my mind went ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZ.

Informative Dude- It does that a lot.....

AN- Grrrr!! So, I will have the next chapter up soon!

Informative Dude- Notice that she's not setting a pecific date-- Ahhh!!! *runs as Author comes after him with a gun*