Dead People Cooperate
"You are putting me in a match with The Undertaker? Do you know how much I hate that guy!?" Akasha demanded to McMahon who simply smiled at her objection to the match, "It's a Main Event. You're working with him whether you really want to or not." He replied with a sinister smile. Akasha sighed but agreed to the match. As she walked out of McMahon's office she had two great ideas. One for her match that night and the other for her one at King Of The Ring. Leather, and lots of it. She ran to her locker room and grabbed her shorts and boob tube she had bought some time ago but had never gotten enough courage to wear when she considered herself 'Living Dead Girl'. But now she would wear it, and tell Undertaker what she thought about her and him in a match together instead of against each other.
Undertaker strolled down the corridor, heading for his bike. There were mixed feelings about him from the crowd. He slowed his walk down as he approached his bike. Akasha sat casually sideways on the bike in black leather shorts and boob tube. She had knee high black boots on and her long blonde hair was down and everywhere. She had a smug look on her face as the Undertaker pulled his sunglasses off and stared at Akasha who just smiled at his appalled look, "I figured since we have to get along tonight in this match, and seeing as though I'm sporting my leather that you'd take me to the ring on your bike tonight." The look on Undertaker's face answered her question as a definite no but she simply held his keys up, "Well if you're going to be like that I'll take it myself. I mean any man who leaves his keys in the ignition of a bike like this one is begging for it to be stolen." Taker stepped forward, closer to his bike and Akasha, "Get off my bike." He stated slowly, extremely annoyed with her actions. Akasha shook her head and jingled the keys in her hand, "I know how to ride a bike Taker, I will take off on it if you don't agree. Dirt, bitumen, it's all the same to me." Taker went to snatch his keys from her but she pulled them away, "Give me the keys damn it!" He shouted, his voice thundering down the shut in corridor. Akasha shook her head, "No way, not until you agree. If not, I'll take the keys and leave you here." The two heard the music of Kurt Angle who was half of the two's opponents. He too had been drafted a partner, Stacey Keibler. Akasha and Taker could here the two being introduced, they didn't have much time before they were supposed be down there.
Stacey pointed to Kurt as he jumped about in a circle with his gold medals bouncing. The leggy Stacey was simply told to get in their corner and she complied. The Undertaker's music came on but there was a delay on his entry. Soon enough Taker rode out on his bike with Akasha sitting on the back, her hands holding the back of the bike, sitting like she knew what she was doing. Taker had a sneer on his face, he wasn't impressed. He rode down to the ring faster than usual and Akasha figured he wanted to throw her off. He began to go around the ring and as he did he cut real close, nearly swiping Akasha's legs off. She reached up and grabbed the ring post and lifted her feet so Taker continued on and she climbed up the turnbuckles.
Akasha made sure she pissed Undertaker off during the whole match. Didn't tag him in unless she really needed too and interfered by blind tagging herself in all the time. In the end Taker stayed away from his corner and got the cover over Kurt after giving him the Last Ride. Stacey ran over and managed to get the Ref away from the two by lifting up her skirt. Akasha jumped in the ring and ran for her, Clotheslining her over the top rope. Taker got his three count over Kurt and the bell was rung, "And your winners, Akasha and The Undertaker!" Akasha continued to assault Stacey and smashed her head into the commentator's desk before walking back up the ramp.
"You are putting me in a match with The Undertaker? Do you know how much I hate that guy!?" Akasha demanded to McMahon who simply smiled at her objection to the match, "It's a Main Event. You're working with him whether you really want to or not." He replied with a sinister smile. Akasha sighed but agreed to the match. As she walked out of McMahon's office she had two great ideas. One for her match that night and the other for her one at King Of The Ring. Leather, and lots of it. She ran to her locker room and grabbed her shorts and boob tube she had bought some time ago but had never gotten enough courage to wear when she considered herself 'Living Dead Girl'. But now she would wear it, and tell Undertaker what she thought about her and him in a match together instead of against each other.
Undertaker strolled down the corridor, heading for his bike. There were mixed feelings about him from the crowd. He slowed his walk down as he approached his bike. Akasha sat casually sideways on the bike in black leather shorts and boob tube. She had knee high black boots on and her long blonde hair was down and everywhere. She had a smug look on her face as the Undertaker pulled his sunglasses off and stared at Akasha who just smiled at his appalled look, "I figured since we have to get along tonight in this match, and seeing as though I'm sporting my leather that you'd take me to the ring on your bike tonight." The look on Undertaker's face answered her question as a definite no but she simply held his keys up, "Well if you're going to be like that I'll take it myself. I mean any man who leaves his keys in the ignition of a bike like this one is begging for it to be stolen." Taker stepped forward, closer to his bike and Akasha, "Get off my bike." He stated slowly, extremely annoyed with her actions. Akasha shook her head and jingled the keys in her hand, "I know how to ride a bike Taker, I will take off on it if you don't agree. Dirt, bitumen, it's all the same to me." Taker went to snatch his keys from her but she pulled them away, "Give me the keys damn it!" He shouted, his voice thundering down the shut in corridor. Akasha shook her head, "No way, not until you agree. If not, I'll take the keys and leave you here." The two heard the music of Kurt Angle who was half of the two's opponents. He too had been drafted a partner, Stacey Keibler. Akasha and Taker could here the two being introduced, they didn't have much time before they were supposed be down there.
Stacey pointed to Kurt as he jumped about in a circle with his gold medals bouncing. The leggy Stacey was simply told to get in their corner and she complied. The Undertaker's music came on but there was a delay on his entry. Soon enough Taker rode out on his bike with Akasha sitting on the back, her hands holding the back of the bike, sitting like she knew what she was doing. Taker had a sneer on his face, he wasn't impressed. He rode down to the ring faster than usual and Akasha figured he wanted to throw her off. He began to go around the ring and as he did he cut real close, nearly swiping Akasha's legs off. She reached up and grabbed the ring post and lifted her feet so Taker continued on and she climbed up the turnbuckles.
Akasha made sure she pissed Undertaker off during the whole match. Didn't tag him in unless she really needed too and interfered by blind tagging herself in all the time. In the end Taker stayed away from his corner and got the cover over Kurt after giving him the Last Ride. Stacey ran over and managed to get the Ref away from the two by lifting up her skirt. Akasha jumped in the ring and ran for her, Clotheslining her over the top rope. Taker got his three count over Kurt and the bell was rung, "And your winners, Akasha and The Undertaker!" Akasha continued to assault Stacey and smashed her head into the commentator's desk before walking back up the ramp.
