AN: Right, time for another episode fic: I've read back over my stories and Testing the Boundaries is definitely my favourite (and my first! Gulp, what does that say about my writing?) Anyway, just a little interlude – I am going to finish Feeling the same way….Oh, and don't forget to review! Still looking for a beta reader…..
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, never will be, dammit!
"And tonight, fighting the undefeated Growling Grizzly is VAAADDDDDAAAARRRRRR!" the announcer boomed over the loud speaker, drawing the wrestler's name out as long as humanely possible. The crowd erupted into cheers, and there in the front row, Cory Matthews, Shawn Hunter and none other than Vadar's son Frankie Stuchino, cheered the loudest, as the large man, dressed in Lycra and an overly large belt leapt into the ring, barking loudly.
"Go Dad!" Frankie yelled, jumping up and down. The two smaller boys grinned from ear to ear, all thoughts of the Chemistry lesson they were missing at school vanishing from their minds.
Stewart Minkus sat in front of a computer in the school library. It was his study period, and he'd managed to convince old Mrs Martin that he needed to be here to do research. Glancing over his shoulder, making sure the librarian was otherwise occupied, he turned the volume on the speakers right down, and connected to an online cable channel. He'd been expecting to watch 'Medicine through the ages' as was schedules in his copy of TV Guide, but this crowded scene, and bulging men that popped up on the screen were most definitely not part of the programmed documentary. Minkus sighed, and was about to disconnect when he though he caught a glimpse of three familiar faces in the front row. Leaning forward, he peered at the screen. Sure enough, there were Loveable Cory Matthews, Mr Shawn Popularity Hunter and that big oaf. An evil smile spread across Minkus' face, as he popped a blank CD into the drive.
"Wow, that was so cool the way your Dad head locked that guy!"
"Yeah, but what about when he body slammed him!"
Cory, Shawn and Frankie were dawdling along the corridor, not paying much attention to anyone else, still too wound up after the match. They'd made it back to school just in time for lunch. All three were quite surprised when Minkus seemed to just materialise in front of them.
"Enjoy the match, did we?" Minkus sneered at the three of them. Cory did not like the way the little geek was looking at them, with that glint in his eye and the air of superiority about his persona.
"Uh, what match?" Shawn said, trying to act like he hadn't a clue what Minkus was talking about.
"The one I have here," Minkus replied, waving a disc under the boys' noses. "Oh, you should know, you were sitting in the front row, after all."
Cory exchanged a glance with Shawn.
"Give that here, Minkus!" Shawn demanded, reaching out to grab it.
"I don't think so," Minkus replied, with a smirk. Frankie looked ready to pounce, but Minkus stopped him with "and before you try anything, I've made several copies of this. Hurt me, Stuchino, and it'll be on Feeny's desk before the end of lunch!"
Cory groaned. "What do you want?"
Minkus smirked again. "Not much really. Just a date."
"Uh, I'm not that way inclined," Cory said, as politely as he could manage, going a little read.
"Not with you, you idiot!" Minkus snapped. "With Topanga."
"No way on earth, you slimy little snot!" Cory growled. True, he and Topanga were no longer dating, but there was no way he was going to set her up with anyone, let alone this little twerp.
"Well, I'll just have to give this to Feeny, then, won't I?" Minkus said, turning from the boys, and marching in the direction of Principal Feeny's office.
"Cor, I can't afford to get in trouble again! Dad's still threatening to send me to military school!" Shawn begged his best friend, concern furrowing his brow.
Cory sighed. "Alright, Minkus. I'll give it a shot – but I don't promise anything – Topanga has her own views on you."
"That's your problem, Matthews," Minkus replied, grinning evilly.
