ARE YOU SCARED? THEY'RE HERE!
CHAPTER ONE:
A bell tolls, the crowd comes to life with an almighty roar. The deep rumbling of an engine is heard through-out the arena. Suddenly, you hear little girls say,
"As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my soul is mine to keep.
My soul can never step outside this bed,
Never into all the evil.
Now back from the dead,
Are you scared?! He's here!" The crowd almost drowns out the music that is playing, then he appears. Sitting on his motorcycle, at the top of the ramp, is a huge man. His hand gripping the throttle, revving the powerful engine. Everybody knew this man even if you didn't follow wrestling. Just his name caused people to tremble. A nightmare come to life, wrapped in black leather.
How he loved this! The crowd yelling and waving for him! The fear he could smell! Glancing at the ring as he circled it, like a shark after his prey, he could see fear in the eyes of his opponent. The fighting, the domination, what a rush!
He parked the bike, and sat there for a minute. He knew his opponent was sweating it. Very slowly, he climbed off the bike, and into the ring. Walking around the ring, he saluted his fans. As soon as his music stopped, he handed his floor length, black, leather duster to a waiting stagehand. His black sunglasses came off next. His green eyes pierced the blonde man waiting in the corner. He smirked evilly as he noticed the sweat on the blonde's face. Walking over to him, he said in a deep, rumbling voice, "You asked for this, boy. You wanted your chance at the Dead Man. Let's get it on." The blonde charged him, and missed as he side-stepped. With out even trying, he grabbed the blonde and threw him in a corner. Resounding smacks could be heard as he punched him with numerous body shots. The blonde got out of the corner and kicked the older man in the chest. It didn't even faze him as he clothes lined the blonde. Finally, tired of playing, he choked slammed the blonde into the mat. Looking at the crowd, he gave the signal for the last ride, then he did it, getting the pin. Stepping out of the ring, he climbed on his bike, and rode up the ramp. Stopping, he saluted his fans again, and drove through the curtain.
Everybody got out of his way as he drove back to the garage area. Parking the huge bike, he got off, and started walking to his locker room. Seeing a stage hand in the hall, he said, "Hey, you!" The guy looked around, then nervously pointed to his own chest. "Yeah, you."
"Yes, Mr. Undertaker, can I help you?" "Vince was suppose to leave the new script for me. Where is it?"
"Ummm, Sir, I believe it was already delivered to your locker room,"the guy answered nervously. Undertaker said nothing as he continued on to the door that had his name on it.
Walking in, he noticed the script laying on a table. Pulling off his boots, then stripping off his ring attire, he walked into the shower room. He turned on the hot water, as hot as he could stand it, then got in. The water did wonders for his aching muscles. By the time the shower went cold, he was feeling much better. After soaping up and washing his hair, he got out. Briskly drying off, he walked back into the other room. His duster and sunglasses had been delivered and were sitting on the couch. Just like he knew they would be. Pulling on a pair of tight jeans, a black Harley t- shirt, and clean socks. After getting his boots on, he slid his duster on, then put on his sunglasses. Brushing out his long hair, he left it loose, just tying a bandana in place. Grabbing his script and his bag, he walked out. The intimidating figure walked back to his bike, sticking his bag into a saddle bag. He put the script in his duster pocket, and got on the bike, starting it up. Everybody got out of the big man's way as he rode out of the building and into the night.
The moonlight cascaded down across the pond quietly. Hell, everything around here was quiet. A rock, skipping across the water, was the only thing that broke the silence. The woman who threw it was leaning against a huge, customized Harley. Now, normally, anyone seeing a woman out at this time of night, would stop to see of she was all right. Not this woman, however. She was only about 5 feet 4 inches and maybe 130 pounds; but one look at her and you knew to just leave her alone. She was beautiful, in a deadly sort of way. She was your stereo-type biker bitch. Her body was very voluptuous, but also very muscular. With a deep sigh, she threw her leather-clad leg over her bike. Starting it, she sat there for a moment, gunning the powerful engine. God, how she loved the sound and power of her bike. It was her transportation, her best friend, her lover. She shared all her secrets with her bike. If she could find a man that made her feel like her bike did, then she would be happy. Finally, she took off down the highway. She needed some sleep before her meeting with her new boss the next day. Pulling into the first hotel she came to, she checked in and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
People were swarming everywhere backstage, trying to get stuff ready for the show that night. The Undertaker came storming down the hall. People hurried to get out of his way. The ones that didn't, however, were picked up and thrown out of his way. Getting to the door he wanted, he pounded on it, and walked in. The man behind the desk cringed as Undertaker barked, "What the hell is this shit?!" He slammed the script down on the desk so hard, the whole desk shook.
"Now, Taker......" "Don't now Taker me! Explain why the hell I am working with a woman?!"
"Look. It's what the fans want. Besides, it won't be so bad. She isn't a diva." Undertaker smirked then growled evilly,"Those over paid hookers know to stay the hell away from me. I believe Stacey just got out of the hospital."
"Taker, I made sure this girl wouldn't be like that. As a matter of fact, she's a lot like you." "Vince, ain't nobody like me except maybe my brother."
"You'll see when you meet her....." Taker cut him off with an angry growl, slamming his hands down on the desk,"I don't want to meet her. I don't want to work with her!" Vince stood up and looked into sunglasses of the Undertaker and said,"It doesn't matter what you want. It's my way or the highway. If you choose to quit, then I will sue you. Sometimes I think you forget who is the boss around here." Undertaker curled his hands into fists and leaned toward Vince, nose to nose, and quietly said,"I know who the boss is, and I know who runs things. Maybe you should figure out what's what." Pushing down slightly, and giving a little twist of his fists, Vince's desk crumbled in a useless heap on the floor. With out another word, Undertaker walked out of the room, not bothering to shut the door. A few seconds later, Vince heard a man scream, then a thud. Running out to the hall, he saw one of the new wrestlers sitting on the floor. He was holding his arm, and behind him, on the wall, was a streak of blood from his head.
"What the hell!"Vince yelled, seeing Undertaker's duster as he turned a corner. The medics came running to check the guy out. Looking at Vince, one of the medics said,
"Mr. McMahon, he has a concussion and a broken arm!"
"Son-of-a-bitch!! Get him outta here!"Vince demanded then walked back into his office and yelled,"Somebody find me another desk!" Meanwhile, in the back, Taker got on his bike, and gunned it, taking off to who knows where.
The sounds of the Harley could be heard long before the guard could see it. A whistle escaped him, as the bike pulled up in front of him. It was a huge Fatboy with a custom paint job. The whole bike was black and covered in headstones. On the gas tank was a graveyard. On the largest headstone was a girl's face. Standing next to it, was the same girl, looking down. She had a torch in her hand, like she was gonna throw it. Behind her, stood Satan with his dark wings wrapped around her.
"Nice ride," the guard said, smiling at the person on it, but couldn't tell what they looked like because of all the black leather and helmet.
"Thanks,"came the very feminine and very sexy reply.
"Do you have business here?"
"Yeah,"she replied and held out a pass. Opening the gate, he motioned her through, saying,"Just go up to the trucks over there. You'll see a bunch of other bikes there. Park and go inside. Someone will tell you where to go."
"Thanks again,"she said and drove thru to where he indicated.
Pulling up by the other Harleys, there was a bunch of guys standing there talking. As she shut off the bike, she heard what they were saying.
"I wonder who the new guy is?"
"Yeah. The boss sure is keeping it hush-hush."
"I heard he was gonna be part of The Destruction team."
"Well, looks like he's here." Smiling to herself, she took off her helmet, and put it on her seat. Pulling her hair out of its ponytail, she flipped it back, letting it flow over her back to her waist. Reaching into her duster, she took out a pair of dark sunglasses and put them on. Without a word to the men, she walked into the building.
Looking around, she spotted a dark-haired lady coming toward her.
"Hi. I'm Stephanie McMahon. You must be Fury." "Yes, I am. I hope I'm not late,"she replied as they shook hands.
"No, you're not, but my father is anxious to meet with you."
"Well, lead the way." In the office Stephanie brought her to, Fury met Mr. and Mrs. McMahon. "Well, Fury, welcome!"Mr. McMahon said shaking her hand as he offered her a chair,"So, do you have your contract?"
"Yes, Sir,"she replied handing him the papers.
"Please, just call me Vince. We're not real formal around here,"he replied, and started looking at her contract,"Well, everything is in order so Steph will show you around. You do realise that you will be wrestling tonight?"
"I'm ready?" "Can you wrestle in all that leather?"Linda asked.
"Oh yeah." "That's fine then. Oh, Steph will give you the hotel information. If you leave, you need to be back by 7:30pm,"Vince replied. The two ladies stood up, and after a round of hand shaking, they left.
Raw was a huge success that night. Filled with the usual stuff, thanks to the McMahon's, and the audience loved every second of it. Fury had a dark match against Trish Stratus, and to the surprise of the audience, Fury won. The audience was amazing. They seemed to instantly click with Fury. Most rookies don't do well with either the audience or the other wrestlers at first. They're usually intimidated by it all. Not Fury though. Nothing seemed to intimidate her. She couldn't help but smile as she sat in her dressing room. A short knock on her door got her attention, as Stephanie came rushing into the room.
"Fury, that was wonderful!" Steph exclaimed, "You were amazing! The crowd loved you! I'm sure Daddy is delighted too. So, how do you feel?"
"Tired," Fury replied laughing, "Trish is tough, but being on my bike for six hours wore me out."
Steph giggled, "Yeah, well, she has to be to keep that title of hers. She is much better than she use to be. So, you heading back to the hotel?" "Yeah, I am," Fury answered, brushing her hair as Edge came to the open door.
"Hey, Fury," the blue eyed, blonde haired man said,smiling as he walked into the dressing room,"Great match tonight." Fury murmured back, "Thanks, Edge."
"Hey, a bunch of us are goin'na hang out in the hotel bar later tonight. You wanna join us?"
"Ummm, not tonight," Fury replied as she went about zipping up her bag and grabbing her keys.
"Okay. Well, maybe another time,"Edge said, walking away.
"If you're ready to go, I'll walk ya out,"Steph said.
"Yep, I'm ready. Let's go, "Fury replied. The duo walked out and soon found themselves at the back exit of the arena.
Fury was relieved to arrive at her hotel room. She needed a few minutes to herself. Taking out her key card, she unlocked the door and walked inside. Throwing herself down on her bed, she thought to herself,
'Who would have thought I'd be here. Three years ago I was living on the streets thinking I wouldn't live to see today. Yeah, Gracia, ya did it!'
She was nervous as all hell! Tonight she was going to be on t.v. for the first time! She had been with the WWE for the last four months as a Diva, but only in dark matches. Vince McMahon, however, knew she was not just beautiful, but also a great wrestler. In the short time she had been there, her fan base was bigger than any other Diva except Chyna. Sitting on her Harley, she revved the engine, just sitting on it. She knew she had to check in at the meeting with the boss soon. With a sigh, she shut off the bike, and slid to her feet. Pulling her floor-length leather duster around her, she stalked off down the hall.
All the guys were watching her walk, but nobody approached her. They had heard how she put Val Venis in the hospital for slapping her ass. She was beautiful. Her long red hair hung in waves to the top of her butt. She was covered in a black leather cat-suite and black leather, steel-toed, biker boots. Her duster made her look like one of Satan's angels. The ever present black sunglasses masked her eyes so nobody knew what color they were. They were, indeed, the windows to her soul. That was why she always wore her sunglasses. Her eyes scared people. They looked normal enough being dark, jade green. On closer inspection though, they were dead eyes. It was if she had no soul!
Going into the meeting, she sat way in the back, by herself. Vince saw her come in. He saw how she always wore black, how she was full of pride and attitude. She was quiet, in a spooky sort of way. She hardly ever spoke to anyone. Of course, Vince noticed how everybody kept their distance from her as well, especially after what happened with Val. Well, everybody except Kane. He was pretty much the only one who she'd say more than two words to. He noticed also if she wasn't wrestling or working out, she was on her bike. Even her bike was bad-ass. A combination of all these things had earned her the well deserved nickname of Little Taker.
Kane walked in with a few others, but they all sat in the front of the room except Kane. He sat next to her. As Vince started talking about the matches, Kane leaned down and asked,
"So, Little Taker, how are you feelin' tonight?"
"Nervous. Don't tell anyone,"she whispered back.
"Nobody would believe me anyway."
"Kane, you and Fury will be in a match against Test, Albert, and Trish. Your other partner should be here..........,"Vince said, but was interrupted as the door flew open. The whole place erupted in cheers and clapping once they saw who it was. Fury's eyes opened wide behind her sunglasses as the big man entered the room. He was dressed all in black, just like her! He even had a duster on like hers! The big man sat on the other side of Fury and said, in a deep southern drawl, "Sorry I'm late, Boss. Had a flat. Vince nodded to him then continued,"You're up with Kane......"and was interrupted again. "Yeah, I know what I gotta do." Vince, then, continued on with other things as the big man leaned over Fury and asked, "Hey, little brother, how ya doin'?"
"Not bad,"Kane replied then said,"Fury, this is my big brother, The Undertaker. Taker, this is Fury." Undertaker took her hand, shaking it gently, saying,"Nice to meet you." Fury just nodded at him. Shit! He was beautiful! From his long alburn hair down to his tree-trunk legs. She could make out every muscle in his stomach. Wow! He was built. When Vince finally finished, Fury was the first one out the door. As Taker and Kane walked out, Taker asked, "So, who is this Little Taker I've been hearing about?" Kane laughed and said,"You just met her." Undertaker stopped and stared at him, saying,"No shit?"
"No shit!" "Well, where the hell did she go?"
"Where do you go before and after every show?" "On my bike. That doesn't tell me where she is."
"Yeah, it does." With a skeptical look, Taker followed Kane out to where their bikes were parked. Fury was just getting on her bike. "Damn! Nice bike, little girl,"Taker said, getting on the pearl white bike next to hers. Fury mumbled a quick "thanks" and started her bike. Kane pulled out on his bike first, then Fury followed, and Taker followed her. They drove to a biker bar just a few blocks away and parked.
As they walked in, Fury went over to the darkest booth, in the furthest corner, and sat down. Immediately after the guys took their seats, a waitress came over and placed drinks in front of them and asked,
"What can I get ya, Miss?"
"Jack and coke,"Fury replied, pulling out her cigarettes, and lit one as the waitress walked away. "So, you're the new Diva,"Taker said, sarcastically. Fury snapped her head up, glaring at him through her sunglasses, and growled out,"No. I'm the new wrestler."
"She feels the same as we do about Divas,"Kane supplied, drinking his beer. Undertaker leaned back, drinking his drink, as he lit his own cigarette. The waitress came back and gave Fury her drink. Getting up, drink and cigarette in hand, Fury said,
"I'll be back." Walking away from the table, she went to the jukebox, and tried to figure out what she was in the mood to hear. "Kane, can she really handle it, or is this just a gimmick? Cuz if she needs a babysitter, I ain't the one,"Taker said.
"Looks like you'll find that out for yourself,"Kane replied, nodding in Fury's direction. That's when he noticed that a man on the other side of her was giving her a hard time.
"Come on, baby. I'll show you a good time. We could get nipple to nipple on the dance floor,"the drunk said, sliding a hand up her arm. Looking down at her chest, then back to the man, she replied,"I can do that by myself. Thanks."
"Baby, I just wanna play with ya,"the drunk slurred, moving a hand down to her ass. In one swift move, Fury had him on the floor. He cried out in pain as she twisted his arm behind his back, applying pressure to his shoulder.
"I don't play games, and if you ever bother me again I will hurt you. That's a promise,"Fury ground out and let him go. She watched as he scurried back from where ever he came from, and finished picking out her music. Undertaker was impressed! He wasn't gonna tell her that, but he was. There was something about her that intrigued him.
By the time they all got back, it was time for the show to start. Kane went to his locker room to change, while Undertaker and Fury went to his to watch the show. Finally, it was their turn to go on. She followed Taker to the curtain, taking deep, slow breathes. Taker noticed and said, "Hey, don't worry. You'll do fine."
"I hope so,"she murmured. Kane walked up and asked,
"Ready?" They nodded as the music started for The Brothers of Destruction. They walked out to a roaring crowd, which got even louder as Fury stepped in between them. "WHOOO HOOO!" King yelled from the announcers table,"PUPPIES! Puppies with the Brothers!"
"I think the little lady may have a name, King," J.R. said,"I am wondering who she is and why is she with Taker and Kane."
"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," King replied. Taker helped Fury through the ropes as Kane rolled into the ring. Soon Albert and Test came out with Trish. As soon as the ladies were out of the ring, the guys started beating the hell out of each other. First Kane and Albert were going at it, then Taker and Test were tagged in. Undertaker was in the wrong corner so both Test and Albert were beating on him. Trish grabbed a chair to hit Taker, but suddenly Fury was in front of her. Pulling the chair out of her hands, she beat the hell out of Trish. Kane and Taker had to pull her off Trish after they won the match. The EMT's came out and picked up Trish, helping her to the back.
Backstage, Vince McMahon was ranting at Fury.
"What the hell was that?!"
"You said I was suppose to take Trish down if she did anything,"she replied.
"Yeah! I said to take her down, not take her out! How stu....." He never got the rest out as she shoved him into a wall and got nose-to- nose with him.
"If you ever talk to me like that again, I will show you why my name is Fury! If you call me stupid there will be hell to pay. You told me to do something so I did it! If you don't like the way I do it, then fire me!" With that, she stomped away. Undertaker and Kane were chuckling as Vince snapped,
"What's so damn funny?!" Undertaker leaned down to Vince and said,"Little Taker she is. A female me. What do you know? Think you can you handle us, Vince?" Still chuckling to themselves, the brothers followed Fury.
Almost to Taker's locker room, they heard someone behind them say,
"Damn! That bitch looks good! Hey, baby, which diva are you?!" Quickly, Undertaker went to hit him, but Fury had grabbed him by the throat.
"This bitch ain't no diva! This bitch knows she looks good," Fury said ominously and rolled her eyes over to Taker, who had the guy by the hair. "Ummm, Test, this bitch is with the brothers. Remember that. Next time, I'll let her hurt you. Oh, and her name is Fury."
"I....I didn't mean anything by it. Just thought she was pretty,"Test squeaked. "Well," Taker said in his evilist voice,"We could take him to play with." Fury acted like she was thinking about it and said,"No, Babe, cuz you'd break him. If you didn't then Kane would," as Test's eyes got huge, she continued,"and I think as soon as he saw his own blood, he'd pass out."
"B.....BLOOD!" Test said, getting nervous. "Come on, Test. You know the stuff I'm into,"Taker grumbled,"Hell, you're the one that keeps saying how kinky I am. I believe your exact words to De- von were ' He loves the pain and every time he bleeds, he gets a hard on.' Wasn't that you?"
"Just jokin', man!" Fury turned to Taker and ran her four inch nails down his chest, saying,"Baby, are you giving away our secrets by getting a hard-on in the ring?" Slowly she sank her nails into his muscular chest as he hissed, his eyes flashing behind his sunglasses. Blood stuck his shirt to him as Fury pulled her nails out. Test and Taker both saw his shirt get dark with blood, and then watched as Kane lifted her hand to his lips. Looking into each others eyes, they both licked the blood clean from her nails. Undertaker's breath caught in his throat as he thought of something to say. "Damn, Darlin, it's just been so long. I couldn't help it,"letting go of Test, he grabbed Fury by her hair, and hoisted her up, licking his blood off of her lips, then growled,"But, you just ruined my favorite t-shirt. I guess you want punished,"quickly kissing her, he set her down, and looked at Test,"Well, boy, I guess all the rumors you started are true. If you don't want to be on the receiving end of things, I suggest you tell the rest of the crew to lay off our woman." Test nodded, his eyes full of fear and revulsion. Undertaker and Kane each took one of Fury's hands and walked away.
CHAPTER ONE:
A bell tolls, the crowd comes to life with an almighty roar. The deep rumbling of an engine is heard through-out the arena. Suddenly, you hear little girls say,
"As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my soul is mine to keep.
My soul can never step outside this bed,
Never into all the evil.
Now back from the dead,
Are you scared?! He's here!" The crowd almost drowns out the music that is playing, then he appears. Sitting on his motorcycle, at the top of the ramp, is a huge man. His hand gripping the throttle, revving the powerful engine. Everybody knew this man even if you didn't follow wrestling. Just his name caused people to tremble. A nightmare come to life, wrapped in black leather.
How he loved this! The crowd yelling and waving for him! The fear he could smell! Glancing at the ring as he circled it, like a shark after his prey, he could see fear in the eyes of his opponent. The fighting, the domination, what a rush!
He parked the bike, and sat there for a minute. He knew his opponent was sweating it. Very slowly, he climbed off the bike, and into the ring. Walking around the ring, he saluted his fans. As soon as his music stopped, he handed his floor length, black, leather duster to a waiting stagehand. His black sunglasses came off next. His green eyes pierced the blonde man waiting in the corner. He smirked evilly as he noticed the sweat on the blonde's face. Walking over to him, he said in a deep, rumbling voice, "You asked for this, boy. You wanted your chance at the Dead Man. Let's get it on." The blonde charged him, and missed as he side-stepped. With out even trying, he grabbed the blonde and threw him in a corner. Resounding smacks could be heard as he punched him with numerous body shots. The blonde got out of the corner and kicked the older man in the chest. It didn't even faze him as he clothes lined the blonde. Finally, tired of playing, he choked slammed the blonde into the mat. Looking at the crowd, he gave the signal for the last ride, then he did it, getting the pin. Stepping out of the ring, he climbed on his bike, and rode up the ramp. Stopping, he saluted his fans again, and drove through the curtain.
Everybody got out of his way as he drove back to the garage area. Parking the huge bike, he got off, and started walking to his locker room. Seeing a stage hand in the hall, he said, "Hey, you!" The guy looked around, then nervously pointed to his own chest. "Yeah, you."
"Yes, Mr. Undertaker, can I help you?" "Vince was suppose to leave the new script for me. Where is it?"
"Ummm, Sir, I believe it was already delivered to your locker room,"the guy answered nervously. Undertaker said nothing as he continued on to the door that had his name on it.
Walking in, he noticed the script laying on a table. Pulling off his boots, then stripping off his ring attire, he walked into the shower room. He turned on the hot water, as hot as he could stand it, then got in. The water did wonders for his aching muscles. By the time the shower went cold, he was feeling much better. After soaping up and washing his hair, he got out. Briskly drying off, he walked back into the other room. His duster and sunglasses had been delivered and were sitting on the couch. Just like he knew they would be. Pulling on a pair of tight jeans, a black Harley t- shirt, and clean socks. After getting his boots on, he slid his duster on, then put on his sunglasses. Brushing out his long hair, he left it loose, just tying a bandana in place. Grabbing his script and his bag, he walked out. The intimidating figure walked back to his bike, sticking his bag into a saddle bag. He put the script in his duster pocket, and got on the bike, starting it up. Everybody got out of the big man's way as he rode out of the building and into the night.
The moonlight cascaded down across the pond quietly. Hell, everything around here was quiet. A rock, skipping across the water, was the only thing that broke the silence. The woman who threw it was leaning against a huge, customized Harley. Now, normally, anyone seeing a woman out at this time of night, would stop to see of she was all right. Not this woman, however. She was only about 5 feet 4 inches and maybe 130 pounds; but one look at her and you knew to just leave her alone. She was beautiful, in a deadly sort of way. She was your stereo-type biker bitch. Her body was very voluptuous, but also very muscular. With a deep sigh, she threw her leather-clad leg over her bike. Starting it, she sat there for a moment, gunning the powerful engine. God, how she loved the sound and power of her bike. It was her transportation, her best friend, her lover. She shared all her secrets with her bike. If she could find a man that made her feel like her bike did, then she would be happy. Finally, she took off down the highway. She needed some sleep before her meeting with her new boss the next day. Pulling into the first hotel she came to, she checked in and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
People were swarming everywhere backstage, trying to get stuff ready for the show that night. The Undertaker came storming down the hall. People hurried to get out of his way. The ones that didn't, however, were picked up and thrown out of his way. Getting to the door he wanted, he pounded on it, and walked in. The man behind the desk cringed as Undertaker barked, "What the hell is this shit?!" He slammed the script down on the desk so hard, the whole desk shook.
"Now, Taker......" "Don't now Taker me! Explain why the hell I am working with a woman?!"
"Look. It's what the fans want. Besides, it won't be so bad. She isn't a diva." Undertaker smirked then growled evilly,"Those over paid hookers know to stay the hell away from me. I believe Stacey just got out of the hospital."
"Taker, I made sure this girl wouldn't be like that. As a matter of fact, she's a lot like you." "Vince, ain't nobody like me except maybe my brother."
"You'll see when you meet her....." Taker cut him off with an angry growl, slamming his hands down on the desk,"I don't want to meet her. I don't want to work with her!" Vince stood up and looked into sunglasses of the Undertaker and said,"It doesn't matter what you want. It's my way or the highway. If you choose to quit, then I will sue you. Sometimes I think you forget who is the boss around here." Undertaker curled his hands into fists and leaned toward Vince, nose to nose, and quietly said,"I know who the boss is, and I know who runs things. Maybe you should figure out what's what." Pushing down slightly, and giving a little twist of his fists, Vince's desk crumbled in a useless heap on the floor. With out another word, Undertaker walked out of the room, not bothering to shut the door. A few seconds later, Vince heard a man scream, then a thud. Running out to the hall, he saw one of the new wrestlers sitting on the floor. He was holding his arm, and behind him, on the wall, was a streak of blood from his head.
"What the hell!"Vince yelled, seeing Undertaker's duster as he turned a corner. The medics came running to check the guy out. Looking at Vince, one of the medics said,
"Mr. McMahon, he has a concussion and a broken arm!"
"Son-of-a-bitch!! Get him outta here!"Vince demanded then walked back into his office and yelled,"Somebody find me another desk!" Meanwhile, in the back, Taker got on his bike, and gunned it, taking off to who knows where.
The sounds of the Harley could be heard long before the guard could see it. A whistle escaped him, as the bike pulled up in front of him. It was a huge Fatboy with a custom paint job. The whole bike was black and covered in headstones. On the gas tank was a graveyard. On the largest headstone was a girl's face. Standing next to it, was the same girl, looking down. She had a torch in her hand, like she was gonna throw it. Behind her, stood Satan with his dark wings wrapped around her.
"Nice ride," the guard said, smiling at the person on it, but couldn't tell what they looked like because of all the black leather and helmet.
"Thanks,"came the very feminine and very sexy reply.
"Do you have business here?"
"Yeah,"she replied and held out a pass. Opening the gate, he motioned her through, saying,"Just go up to the trucks over there. You'll see a bunch of other bikes there. Park and go inside. Someone will tell you where to go."
"Thanks again,"she said and drove thru to where he indicated.
Pulling up by the other Harleys, there was a bunch of guys standing there talking. As she shut off the bike, she heard what they were saying.
"I wonder who the new guy is?"
"Yeah. The boss sure is keeping it hush-hush."
"I heard he was gonna be part of The Destruction team."
"Well, looks like he's here." Smiling to herself, she took off her helmet, and put it on her seat. Pulling her hair out of its ponytail, she flipped it back, letting it flow over her back to her waist. Reaching into her duster, she took out a pair of dark sunglasses and put them on. Without a word to the men, she walked into the building.
Looking around, she spotted a dark-haired lady coming toward her.
"Hi. I'm Stephanie McMahon. You must be Fury." "Yes, I am. I hope I'm not late,"she replied as they shook hands.
"No, you're not, but my father is anxious to meet with you."
"Well, lead the way." In the office Stephanie brought her to, Fury met Mr. and Mrs. McMahon. "Well, Fury, welcome!"Mr. McMahon said shaking her hand as he offered her a chair,"So, do you have your contract?"
"Yes, Sir,"she replied handing him the papers.
"Please, just call me Vince. We're not real formal around here,"he replied, and started looking at her contract,"Well, everything is in order so Steph will show you around. You do realise that you will be wrestling tonight?"
"I'm ready?" "Can you wrestle in all that leather?"Linda asked.
"Oh yeah." "That's fine then. Oh, Steph will give you the hotel information. If you leave, you need to be back by 7:30pm,"Vince replied. The two ladies stood up, and after a round of hand shaking, they left.
Raw was a huge success that night. Filled with the usual stuff, thanks to the McMahon's, and the audience loved every second of it. Fury had a dark match against Trish Stratus, and to the surprise of the audience, Fury won. The audience was amazing. They seemed to instantly click with Fury. Most rookies don't do well with either the audience or the other wrestlers at first. They're usually intimidated by it all. Not Fury though. Nothing seemed to intimidate her. She couldn't help but smile as she sat in her dressing room. A short knock on her door got her attention, as Stephanie came rushing into the room.
"Fury, that was wonderful!" Steph exclaimed, "You were amazing! The crowd loved you! I'm sure Daddy is delighted too. So, how do you feel?"
"Tired," Fury replied laughing, "Trish is tough, but being on my bike for six hours wore me out."
Steph giggled, "Yeah, well, she has to be to keep that title of hers. She is much better than she use to be. So, you heading back to the hotel?" "Yeah, I am," Fury answered, brushing her hair as Edge came to the open door.
"Hey, Fury," the blue eyed, blonde haired man said,smiling as he walked into the dressing room,"Great match tonight." Fury murmured back, "Thanks, Edge."
"Hey, a bunch of us are goin'na hang out in the hotel bar later tonight. You wanna join us?"
"Ummm, not tonight," Fury replied as she went about zipping up her bag and grabbing her keys.
"Okay. Well, maybe another time,"Edge said, walking away.
"If you're ready to go, I'll walk ya out,"Steph said.
"Yep, I'm ready. Let's go, "Fury replied. The duo walked out and soon found themselves at the back exit of the arena.
Fury was relieved to arrive at her hotel room. She needed a few minutes to herself. Taking out her key card, she unlocked the door and walked inside. Throwing herself down on her bed, she thought to herself,
'Who would have thought I'd be here. Three years ago I was living on the streets thinking I wouldn't live to see today. Yeah, Gracia, ya did it!'
She was nervous as all hell! Tonight she was going to be on t.v. for the first time! She had been with the WWE for the last four months as a Diva, but only in dark matches. Vince McMahon, however, knew she was not just beautiful, but also a great wrestler. In the short time she had been there, her fan base was bigger than any other Diva except Chyna. Sitting on her Harley, she revved the engine, just sitting on it. She knew she had to check in at the meeting with the boss soon. With a sigh, she shut off the bike, and slid to her feet. Pulling her floor-length leather duster around her, she stalked off down the hall.
All the guys were watching her walk, but nobody approached her. They had heard how she put Val Venis in the hospital for slapping her ass. She was beautiful. Her long red hair hung in waves to the top of her butt. She was covered in a black leather cat-suite and black leather, steel-toed, biker boots. Her duster made her look like one of Satan's angels. The ever present black sunglasses masked her eyes so nobody knew what color they were. They were, indeed, the windows to her soul. That was why she always wore her sunglasses. Her eyes scared people. They looked normal enough being dark, jade green. On closer inspection though, they were dead eyes. It was if she had no soul!
Going into the meeting, she sat way in the back, by herself. Vince saw her come in. He saw how she always wore black, how she was full of pride and attitude. She was quiet, in a spooky sort of way. She hardly ever spoke to anyone. Of course, Vince noticed how everybody kept their distance from her as well, especially after what happened with Val. Well, everybody except Kane. He was pretty much the only one who she'd say more than two words to. He noticed also if she wasn't wrestling or working out, she was on her bike. Even her bike was bad-ass. A combination of all these things had earned her the well deserved nickname of Little Taker.
Kane walked in with a few others, but they all sat in the front of the room except Kane. He sat next to her. As Vince started talking about the matches, Kane leaned down and asked,
"So, Little Taker, how are you feelin' tonight?"
"Nervous. Don't tell anyone,"she whispered back.
"Nobody would believe me anyway."
"Kane, you and Fury will be in a match against Test, Albert, and Trish. Your other partner should be here..........,"Vince said, but was interrupted as the door flew open. The whole place erupted in cheers and clapping once they saw who it was. Fury's eyes opened wide behind her sunglasses as the big man entered the room. He was dressed all in black, just like her! He even had a duster on like hers! The big man sat on the other side of Fury and said, in a deep southern drawl, "Sorry I'm late, Boss. Had a flat. Vince nodded to him then continued,"You're up with Kane......"and was interrupted again. "Yeah, I know what I gotta do." Vince, then, continued on with other things as the big man leaned over Fury and asked, "Hey, little brother, how ya doin'?"
"Not bad,"Kane replied then said,"Fury, this is my big brother, The Undertaker. Taker, this is Fury." Undertaker took her hand, shaking it gently, saying,"Nice to meet you." Fury just nodded at him. Shit! He was beautiful! From his long alburn hair down to his tree-trunk legs. She could make out every muscle in his stomach. Wow! He was built. When Vince finally finished, Fury was the first one out the door. As Taker and Kane walked out, Taker asked, "So, who is this Little Taker I've been hearing about?" Kane laughed and said,"You just met her." Undertaker stopped and stared at him, saying,"No shit?"
"No shit!" "Well, where the hell did she go?"
"Where do you go before and after every show?" "On my bike. That doesn't tell me where she is."
"Yeah, it does." With a skeptical look, Taker followed Kane out to where their bikes were parked. Fury was just getting on her bike. "Damn! Nice bike, little girl,"Taker said, getting on the pearl white bike next to hers. Fury mumbled a quick "thanks" and started her bike. Kane pulled out on his bike first, then Fury followed, and Taker followed her. They drove to a biker bar just a few blocks away and parked.
As they walked in, Fury went over to the darkest booth, in the furthest corner, and sat down. Immediately after the guys took their seats, a waitress came over and placed drinks in front of them and asked,
"What can I get ya, Miss?"
"Jack and coke,"Fury replied, pulling out her cigarettes, and lit one as the waitress walked away. "So, you're the new Diva,"Taker said, sarcastically. Fury snapped her head up, glaring at him through her sunglasses, and growled out,"No. I'm the new wrestler."
"She feels the same as we do about Divas,"Kane supplied, drinking his beer. Undertaker leaned back, drinking his drink, as he lit his own cigarette. The waitress came back and gave Fury her drink. Getting up, drink and cigarette in hand, Fury said,
"I'll be back." Walking away from the table, she went to the jukebox, and tried to figure out what she was in the mood to hear. "Kane, can she really handle it, or is this just a gimmick? Cuz if she needs a babysitter, I ain't the one,"Taker said.
"Looks like you'll find that out for yourself,"Kane replied, nodding in Fury's direction. That's when he noticed that a man on the other side of her was giving her a hard time.
"Come on, baby. I'll show you a good time. We could get nipple to nipple on the dance floor,"the drunk said, sliding a hand up her arm. Looking down at her chest, then back to the man, she replied,"I can do that by myself. Thanks."
"Baby, I just wanna play with ya,"the drunk slurred, moving a hand down to her ass. In one swift move, Fury had him on the floor. He cried out in pain as she twisted his arm behind his back, applying pressure to his shoulder.
"I don't play games, and if you ever bother me again I will hurt you. That's a promise,"Fury ground out and let him go. She watched as he scurried back from where ever he came from, and finished picking out her music. Undertaker was impressed! He wasn't gonna tell her that, but he was. There was something about her that intrigued him.
By the time they all got back, it was time for the show to start. Kane went to his locker room to change, while Undertaker and Fury went to his to watch the show. Finally, it was their turn to go on. She followed Taker to the curtain, taking deep, slow breathes. Taker noticed and said, "Hey, don't worry. You'll do fine."
"I hope so,"she murmured. Kane walked up and asked,
"Ready?" They nodded as the music started for The Brothers of Destruction. They walked out to a roaring crowd, which got even louder as Fury stepped in between them. "WHOOO HOOO!" King yelled from the announcers table,"PUPPIES! Puppies with the Brothers!"
"I think the little lady may have a name, King," J.R. said,"I am wondering who she is and why is she with Taker and Kane."
"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," King replied. Taker helped Fury through the ropes as Kane rolled into the ring. Soon Albert and Test came out with Trish. As soon as the ladies were out of the ring, the guys started beating the hell out of each other. First Kane and Albert were going at it, then Taker and Test were tagged in. Undertaker was in the wrong corner so both Test and Albert were beating on him. Trish grabbed a chair to hit Taker, but suddenly Fury was in front of her. Pulling the chair out of her hands, she beat the hell out of Trish. Kane and Taker had to pull her off Trish after they won the match. The EMT's came out and picked up Trish, helping her to the back.
Backstage, Vince McMahon was ranting at Fury.
"What the hell was that?!"
"You said I was suppose to take Trish down if she did anything,"she replied.
"Yeah! I said to take her down, not take her out! How stu....." He never got the rest out as she shoved him into a wall and got nose-to- nose with him.
"If you ever talk to me like that again, I will show you why my name is Fury! If you call me stupid there will be hell to pay. You told me to do something so I did it! If you don't like the way I do it, then fire me!" With that, she stomped away. Undertaker and Kane were chuckling as Vince snapped,
"What's so damn funny?!" Undertaker leaned down to Vince and said,"Little Taker she is. A female me. What do you know? Think you can you handle us, Vince?" Still chuckling to themselves, the brothers followed Fury.
Almost to Taker's locker room, they heard someone behind them say,
"Damn! That bitch looks good! Hey, baby, which diva are you?!" Quickly, Undertaker went to hit him, but Fury had grabbed him by the throat.
"This bitch ain't no diva! This bitch knows she looks good," Fury said ominously and rolled her eyes over to Taker, who had the guy by the hair. "Ummm, Test, this bitch is with the brothers. Remember that. Next time, I'll let her hurt you. Oh, and her name is Fury."
"I....I didn't mean anything by it. Just thought she was pretty,"Test squeaked. "Well," Taker said in his evilist voice,"We could take him to play with." Fury acted like she was thinking about it and said,"No, Babe, cuz you'd break him. If you didn't then Kane would," as Test's eyes got huge, she continued,"and I think as soon as he saw his own blood, he'd pass out."
"B.....BLOOD!" Test said, getting nervous. "Come on, Test. You know the stuff I'm into,"Taker grumbled,"Hell, you're the one that keeps saying how kinky I am. I believe your exact words to De- von were ' He loves the pain and every time he bleeds, he gets a hard on.' Wasn't that you?"
"Just jokin', man!" Fury turned to Taker and ran her four inch nails down his chest, saying,"Baby, are you giving away our secrets by getting a hard-on in the ring?" Slowly she sank her nails into his muscular chest as he hissed, his eyes flashing behind his sunglasses. Blood stuck his shirt to him as Fury pulled her nails out. Test and Taker both saw his shirt get dark with blood, and then watched as Kane lifted her hand to his lips. Looking into each others eyes, they both licked the blood clean from her nails. Undertaker's breath caught in his throat as he thought of something to say. "Damn, Darlin, it's just been so long. I couldn't help it,"letting go of Test, he grabbed Fury by her hair, and hoisted her up, licking his blood off of her lips, then growled,"But, you just ruined my favorite t-shirt. I guess you want punished,"quickly kissing her, he set her down, and looked at Test,"Well, boy, I guess all the rumors you started are true. If you don't want to be on the receiving end of things, I suggest you tell the rest of the crew to lay off our woman." Test nodded, his eyes full of fear and revulsion. Undertaker and Kane each took one of Fury's hands and walked away.
