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DEVIL'S ADVOCATE
There was this silence as he walked down the corridors. He could feel it glide with him in his wake. It was like a trail that followed him. Awe and fear all mixed into one. He'd missed it.
"Paul" he breathed almost silently
"Yes Undertaker?" Paul Bearer quivered from his side
"I need some time alone, come and find me when the time is right"
"As you wish"
Paul Bearer quickly walked away, the urn clutched in both of his hands tightly. Undertaker watched him go and then turned. He trusted Paul to keep the urn safe; Paul always had been the one to trust in that matter. No one else dared to talk to him, they were all too afraid of what he could do. He'd missed that
"Taker"
He turned slowly and found Orlando Jordan standing there, a few respectful feet back. Undertaker raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected the rookie to have the guts to talk to him, most of the veterans didn't.
"What do you want?" his voice was a quiet menacing growl
"I just wanted to say....uh....well....I guess welcome back is appropriate" Orlando shrugged "its good to see you again"
"Good to see me? Most men run in fear"
"Yeah but they know what you can do them, how you can destroy them, I know too but that's not all I see"
Undertaker took a step forward. This boy was intriguing, daring to say more than a few sparse words to the legendary Deadman after he'd risen yet again from the dead. He knew there was a reason why he'd rescued him a couple of times. There was something there he approved of.
"So what do you see?"
Orlando took a long look at the figure stood before him. It was a meshing of the old-school Phenom and recent American Badass. He wore black leather pants, a black singlet and a long black leather duster that flew behind him like a cape when he walked. His hair reached his shoulders in dripping black tendrils and a black wide brimmed hat shaded his black rimmed eyes. It was a fierce-some sight. But there was something different; he wasn't dead in his eyes, there was light and life in them. He had known emotions different to before when he pillaged souls remorselessly.
"You've got life in your eyes" Orlando tried at last "I mean, you're in love, you have a wife, children and that shows in your eyes"
"So you see that as a weakness to exploit do you?"
"No! no no I wouldn't ever do that!" exclaimed Orlando "I mean.....what I meant to say.......was that you're not the same Lord of Darkness you were you know? You've changed; you're not the remorseless wrecking machine you were"
Undertaker was silent, observing the solid tall young man stood in front of him.
"Do you think I can't crave my path of destruction again?" he asked quietly, his hat dipped slightly so his eyes were invisible "do you think because I have a family I cannot do what I once did?"
"It all depends on how you fuel your passions" Orlando replied awkwardly "I mean I think you'll still beat the shit out of anyone who gets in your way"
That brought a smile to Undertaker's face.
"Maybe I will" he murmured "is that what you believe you can do every time you go out there?"
"Every time I go out I'm fighting the impossible" replied Orlando solemnly "I'm only a rookie, not a deadman, I'm just fighting the fight"
"That's the way it should be boy, never forget that, never have a manager who's gonna betray you" Orlando was sure that Undertaker's eyes flickered down the corridor when he said that "never lose the fire otherwise you'll be done"
"I never plan to lose the fire"
"That's good to hear"
Orlando smiled. He remembered when Undertaker saved him from a beatdown. It had been an honour; he'd seen the concern in Undertaker's eyes as he pulled him to his feet. That was when he'd known that there was more behind the Phenom that he'd originally thought. There still was. Something that combined the old mysterious spirit that seemed forever intertwined with the Devil and the new badass biker who was seen protecting his tough pretty wife and their unborn child. There was something unique there that would last forever and go on in a legacy that would remain intact when he was finally brought to dust. Everyone would remember the Undertaker
"It was good to talk to you" Orlando said at last, breaking the thoughtful comfortable silence "but I have to go and train, never know when opportunity's gonna knock"
"Wise words for one so young"
"I learnt from the best"
Undertaker extended a pale hand and after a moment, Orlando took it. Taker pulled him suddenly close, in what looked like a menacing gesture and caused Orlando to finally look into the terrifying black eyes.
"They will try to squash your spirit here" he said quietly "they will try and break you to see if what you have is worth cultivating, do not break – only bend under the pressure, the spirit that you have been smart enough to identify in me is what has kept me strong and surviving all these years"
Orlando nodded, letting the words sink in to analyse and understand fully later
"Thank you"
"Thank you boy, you have seen in me what others fear to identify – love and hate combining to form one unbreakable bond" Undertaker released his hand and smiled a rare chilling smile "I'll be calling on you again sometime, to talk things over more"
"I'll look forward to it"
"And I will see you around"
Orlando smiled, taking this as a dismissal. He gave a quick nod and jogged away, unable to believe what a conversation he'd just had with the Undertaker – a pure legend in the business. He'd opened up to him, a rookie with no startling success to his name, merely a gift of articulate perception which the Undertaker appreciated and was impressed with enough to talk with on a friendly level. And it sounded like it was the first of many to come. Orlando was honoured. After all, he was only a rookie. What did he know?
DEVIL'S ADVOCATE
There was this silence as he walked down the corridors. He could feel it glide with him in his wake. It was like a trail that followed him. Awe and fear all mixed into one. He'd missed it.
"Paul" he breathed almost silently
"Yes Undertaker?" Paul Bearer quivered from his side
"I need some time alone, come and find me when the time is right"
"As you wish"
Paul Bearer quickly walked away, the urn clutched in both of his hands tightly. Undertaker watched him go and then turned. He trusted Paul to keep the urn safe; Paul always had been the one to trust in that matter. No one else dared to talk to him, they were all too afraid of what he could do. He'd missed that
"Taker"
He turned slowly and found Orlando Jordan standing there, a few respectful feet back. Undertaker raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected the rookie to have the guts to talk to him, most of the veterans didn't.
"What do you want?" his voice was a quiet menacing growl
"I just wanted to say....uh....well....I guess welcome back is appropriate" Orlando shrugged "its good to see you again"
"Good to see me? Most men run in fear"
"Yeah but they know what you can do them, how you can destroy them, I know too but that's not all I see"
Undertaker took a step forward. This boy was intriguing, daring to say more than a few sparse words to the legendary Deadman after he'd risen yet again from the dead. He knew there was a reason why he'd rescued him a couple of times. There was something there he approved of.
"So what do you see?"
Orlando took a long look at the figure stood before him. It was a meshing of the old-school Phenom and recent American Badass. He wore black leather pants, a black singlet and a long black leather duster that flew behind him like a cape when he walked. His hair reached his shoulders in dripping black tendrils and a black wide brimmed hat shaded his black rimmed eyes. It was a fierce-some sight. But there was something different; he wasn't dead in his eyes, there was light and life in them. He had known emotions different to before when he pillaged souls remorselessly.
"You've got life in your eyes" Orlando tried at last "I mean, you're in love, you have a wife, children and that shows in your eyes"
"So you see that as a weakness to exploit do you?"
"No! no no I wouldn't ever do that!" exclaimed Orlando "I mean.....what I meant to say.......was that you're not the same Lord of Darkness you were you know? You've changed; you're not the remorseless wrecking machine you were"
Undertaker was silent, observing the solid tall young man stood in front of him.
"Do you think I can't crave my path of destruction again?" he asked quietly, his hat dipped slightly so his eyes were invisible "do you think because I have a family I cannot do what I once did?"
"It all depends on how you fuel your passions" Orlando replied awkwardly "I mean I think you'll still beat the shit out of anyone who gets in your way"
That brought a smile to Undertaker's face.
"Maybe I will" he murmured "is that what you believe you can do every time you go out there?"
"Every time I go out I'm fighting the impossible" replied Orlando solemnly "I'm only a rookie, not a deadman, I'm just fighting the fight"
"That's the way it should be boy, never forget that, never have a manager who's gonna betray you" Orlando was sure that Undertaker's eyes flickered down the corridor when he said that "never lose the fire otherwise you'll be done"
"I never plan to lose the fire"
"That's good to hear"
Orlando smiled. He remembered when Undertaker saved him from a beatdown. It had been an honour; he'd seen the concern in Undertaker's eyes as he pulled him to his feet. That was when he'd known that there was more behind the Phenom that he'd originally thought. There still was. Something that combined the old mysterious spirit that seemed forever intertwined with the Devil and the new badass biker who was seen protecting his tough pretty wife and their unborn child. There was something unique there that would last forever and go on in a legacy that would remain intact when he was finally brought to dust. Everyone would remember the Undertaker
"It was good to talk to you" Orlando said at last, breaking the thoughtful comfortable silence "but I have to go and train, never know when opportunity's gonna knock"
"Wise words for one so young"
"I learnt from the best"
Undertaker extended a pale hand and after a moment, Orlando took it. Taker pulled him suddenly close, in what looked like a menacing gesture and caused Orlando to finally look into the terrifying black eyes.
"They will try to squash your spirit here" he said quietly "they will try and break you to see if what you have is worth cultivating, do not break – only bend under the pressure, the spirit that you have been smart enough to identify in me is what has kept me strong and surviving all these years"
Orlando nodded, letting the words sink in to analyse and understand fully later
"Thank you"
"Thank you boy, you have seen in me what others fear to identify – love and hate combining to form one unbreakable bond" Undertaker released his hand and smiled a rare chilling smile "I'll be calling on you again sometime, to talk things over more"
"I'll look forward to it"
"And I will see you around"
Orlando smiled, taking this as a dismissal. He gave a quick nod and jogged away, unable to believe what a conversation he'd just had with the Undertaker – a pure legend in the business. He'd opened up to him, a rookie with no startling success to his name, merely a gift of articulate perception which the Undertaker appreciated and was impressed with enough to talk with on a friendly level. And it sounded like it was the first of many to come. Orlando was honoured. After all, he was only a rookie. What did he know?