Disclaimer: Own nobody, but the new girl, Fiona Miller.
A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto-Hemlsley and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)
A] (Tell Undertaker) Won! Thank you, all voters!
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Fiona sat there long after the voices had disappeared. She didn't seem conscious of the cold floor, or the light breeze, and she sat there with her chocolate in her hand, with a faraway look in her face.
"Hi!" somebody yelled at her, snapping her out of her trance. Fiona turned and saw Undertaker looking down at her. "Something wrong, or do you normally sit outside cars?"
Fiona waved her hand about vaguely, trying to find the words. "I was sitting here and I heard someone talking… I was waiting for you guys, but… I heard what they were saying…"
Undertaker raised his eyebrows. "What were they saying?" He looked at Fiona's pale face, and he realised that whatever had been said shook her. He kept his air of confidence, though, and he crouched down next to her.
"There was four of them, and they were planning to… they were going to…" she said.
"Yes?"
"They were planning to attack us." Fiona realised just how dumb it sounded when she said it out loud. Everybody genuinely respected Undertaker, why would anyone really want to attack him.
"Who was it? Some fans joking? Or was it some of the WWF Superstars?" Undertaker asked her. Fiona shook her head.
"Here you two are!" they heard Kane say, and Undertaker stood up. He held out his hand, and helped Fiona to her feet, and the chocolate lay forgotten. "Come on, I know a bar near here." Kane climbed into the driver's seat, and Undertaker whispered to Fiona.
"Don't worry about it. Tell me later, but leave Kane out of it." He said, and Fiona nodded, and climbed into the back of the car.
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"What you having to drink?" Kane asked Undertaker and Fiona.
"Pint" Undertaker said, walking over to one of the tables.
"Chrissie?" Kane asked, and Fiona turned around to look at him. "What ya having?"
"I'll just have a coke." She said. "I'll drive us back." Fiona walked over to where Undertaker was sitting. "Does it not get weird to you that you call Glen Kane all the time?"
"You get used to it," he replied. "But it's much better than me going out and talking to him and accidentally calling him Glen."
"Fair point. At one of the Indy Feds, one of the girls called out "Fiona" instead of my character "Laila". She got into so much trouble." Fiona said.
"I bet there was hell to pay." Undertaker said, chuckling lightly.
"You bet there was. Laila went out there and kicked some Chloe ass!" she said, laughing. Kane approached the table with the drinks and Undertaker looked at Fiona disapprovingly.
"No alcohol, Chrissie? We're gonna have to get you trained up!" he said.
Fiona turned shy. "I'm only 19, You've got two years to wait until you can 'train me up'." She said. "And besides, I'm driving."
"Ah, well." Undertaker said. "Least you won't end up with a hangover."
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Fiona sat in the car in the driver's seat as Undertaker helped Kane into the back seat. "Does he always get this drunk?" Fiona asked Undertaker lightheartedly. She grinned, remembering the fun they had had, and she heard the door slam, and Undertaker got in beside her.
"Usually, I can take him out" he said. "But I think having someone to drive him back brought about a wild streak in him." Fiona snorted. Wild wasn't quite the word for getting totally plastered.
The car journey passed uneventfully between them, and they eventually got to Kane's hotel. Undertaker had booked a room in another hotel, and it was obvious from the half-drunken daze that he was in that he would need help getting up to his room. Fiona waited in the car as Undertaker took Kane up to the room. She was adjusting the rearview mirror, when she saw Kane's jacket. Fi grabbed the jacket, and exited the car, locking it firmly shut. She peered into the back window to check there was nothing left in the car belonging to Kane, and she was eventually satisfied it was empty.
Fiona spun around and a gasp rose in her throat. She was surrounded by the four figures that she had seen in the parking lot. There was no way she could escape.
"Hello, Miss Calloway," One of them said, menacingly. "Looks like your Uncle HAPPENS to be in the same hotel as us."
Fiona's face went pale with shock. She heard someone in the bush, and knew that this was being taped to be aired on TV. She knew these guys would be very happy with having a fight and taking her away. And she knew that Undertaker and Kane were no help to her now. As she clutched the black leather jacket, she tried to decide what to do…
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A] Try and run… (where to?)
B] Stand her ground (Against four guys?)
C] Attack (*cough*Suicide*cough*)
D] Struggle to get back in the car (It's locked, remember?)
Let the voting start!
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Any suggestions, feel free to post them in the reviews, along with your vote. Or you can e-mail me opinions, questions, fan mail (hehehe) etc (please not votes) to wwftasha@hotmail.com! Thanks for reading!
A/N: Dedicated to the fabby Miss Calysto-Hemlsley and the brill Hurricane's Sidekick. :)
A] (Tell Undertaker) Won! Thank you, all voters!
~*~*~*~*~
Fiona sat there long after the voices had disappeared. She didn't seem conscious of the cold floor, or the light breeze, and she sat there with her chocolate in her hand, with a faraway look in her face.
"Hi!" somebody yelled at her, snapping her out of her trance. Fiona turned and saw Undertaker looking down at her. "Something wrong, or do you normally sit outside cars?"
Fiona waved her hand about vaguely, trying to find the words. "I was sitting here and I heard someone talking… I was waiting for you guys, but… I heard what they were saying…"
Undertaker raised his eyebrows. "What were they saying?" He looked at Fiona's pale face, and he realised that whatever had been said shook her. He kept his air of confidence, though, and he crouched down next to her.
"There was four of them, and they were planning to… they were going to…" she said.
"Yes?"
"They were planning to attack us." Fiona realised just how dumb it sounded when she said it out loud. Everybody genuinely respected Undertaker, why would anyone really want to attack him.
"Who was it? Some fans joking? Or was it some of the WWF Superstars?" Undertaker asked her. Fiona shook her head.
"Here you two are!" they heard Kane say, and Undertaker stood up. He held out his hand, and helped Fiona to her feet, and the chocolate lay forgotten. "Come on, I know a bar near here." Kane climbed into the driver's seat, and Undertaker whispered to Fiona.
"Don't worry about it. Tell me later, but leave Kane out of it." He said, and Fiona nodded, and climbed into the back of the car.
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"What you having to drink?" Kane asked Undertaker and Fiona.
"Pint" Undertaker said, walking over to one of the tables.
"Chrissie?" Kane asked, and Fiona turned around to look at him. "What ya having?"
"I'll just have a coke." She said. "I'll drive us back." Fiona walked over to where Undertaker was sitting. "Does it not get weird to you that you call Glen Kane all the time?"
"You get used to it," he replied. "But it's much better than me going out and talking to him and accidentally calling him Glen."
"Fair point. At one of the Indy Feds, one of the girls called out "Fiona" instead of my character "Laila". She got into so much trouble." Fiona said.
"I bet there was hell to pay." Undertaker said, chuckling lightly.
"You bet there was. Laila went out there and kicked some Chloe ass!" she said, laughing. Kane approached the table with the drinks and Undertaker looked at Fiona disapprovingly.
"No alcohol, Chrissie? We're gonna have to get you trained up!" he said.
Fiona turned shy. "I'm only 19, You've got two years to wait until you can 'train me up'." She said. "And besides, I'm driving."
"Ah, well." Undertaker said. "Least you won't end up with a hangover."
~*~*~*~*~
Fiona sat in the car in the driver's seat as Undertaker helped Kane into the back seat. "Does he always get this drunk?" Fiona asked Undertaker lightheartedly. She grinned, remembering the fun they had had, and she heard the door slam, and Undertaker got in beside her.
"Usually, I can take him out" he said. "But I think having someone to drive him back brought about a wild streak in him." Fiona snorted. Wild wasn't quite the word for getting totally plastered.
The car journey passed uneventfully between them, and they eventually got to Kane's hotel. Undertaker had booked a room in another hotel, and it was obvious from the half-drunken daze that he was in that he would need help getting up to his room. Fiona waited in the car as Undertaker took Kane up to the room. She was adjusting the rearview mirror, when she saw Kane's jacket. Fi grabbed the jacket, and exited the car, locking it firmly shut. She peered into the back window to check there was nothing left in the car belonging to Kane, and she was eventually satisfied it was empty.
Fiona spun around and a gasp rose in her throat. She was surrounded by the four figures that she had seen in the parking lot. There was no way she could escape.
"Hello, Miss Calloway," One of them said, menacingly. "Looks like your Uncle HAPPENS to be in the same hotel as us."
Fiona's face went pale with shock. She heard someone in the bush, and knew that this was being taped to be aired on TV. She knew these guys would be very happy with having a fight and taking her away. And she knew that Undertaker and Kane were no help to her now. As she clutched the black leather jacket, she tried to decide what to do…
~*~*~*~*~
A] Try and run… (where to?)
B] Stand her ground (Against four guys?)
C] Attack (*cough*Suicide*cough*)
D] Struggle to get back in the car (It's locked, remember?)
Let the voting start!
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Any suggestions, feel free to post them in the reviews, along with your vote. Or you can e-mail me opinions, questions, fan mail (hehehe) etc (please not votes) to wwftasha@hotmail.com! Thanks for reading!
