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"Steph where exactly is Angle going?" Shane asked as his sister joined him backstage, handing the microphone to a crew member on the way
"Oh I don't know, just a few miles out from the arena" she replied vaguely "far enough to piss off Hunter but near enough to return Angle to his hotel later on"
"And how did you persuade Austin to lend him his truck since you blew him off last time you spoke to him?" persisted Shane, wanting to find out what had happened, he hated not knowing
"I didn't" she said simply "John and Randy broke into his car, something they're surprisingly good at"
"Are you telling me that Stone Cold has no idea that his truck is being used?!" exploded Shane, stopping dead in his tracks
"Borrowed, Shane borrowed, we're giving it back when Angle's been dumped somewhere"
"Oh hell" Shane swore loudly, his hands to his head, thinking about the consequences of an angry Rattlesnake finding out it was Stephanie who ordered his truck to be used without his permission
"You called?" a voice said dryly
Both the McMahons jumped at the voice and turned to see Undertaker looming over them. Steph's expression hurriedly changed from surprised and scared to hard frown, hands to her hips while Shane looked purely relieved that it wasn't Austin.
"I just saw Hunter head out in his car after the truck with Edge" Taker said "he ain't the only one out in the car park"
"What do you mean?" Shane asked shakily, his nervousness surfacing again
"Come on boy, use the brains you got in there somewhere!" exclaimed Taker "I know you took Austin's truck without permission and I know he's pissed off about it, he's out there trying to find out who's idea it was since he didn't catch Steph and Hunter's verbal sparring, I think it's time for you make yourselves scarce if you get my meanin'"
"No way are we hiding" Steph cut in before Shane could speak "if Austin has a problem, he can come straight here to us, we're the bosses not him"
Taker stared at her for a while, his pale eyes holding her gaze. You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. Shane looked from one to the other and sighed, Steph was taking this 'we're not having another Austin' thing way too seriously. Before anyone could speak, another voice came down the corridor
"Alright, I know one of you no-good Mcmahons had something to do with my truck damn near screeching out of that car park so you'd better tell me where the hell it's gone" Austin stomped over to them
Undertaker neatly turned to that he was in front of the Mcmahons, shielding them. He looked distinctly unafraid of the furious man in front of him
"Hey Austin, can we help you in anyway?" he asked languidly
"Get out of my way Taker, this ain't got nothing to do with you" spat Austin
"It ain't got nothing to do with you either" replied Taker "all I know is that Angle was snooping in their office and he got paid back for it, now your truck just happened to be used, it'll be returned to you without a scratch tonight, I can promise you that"
"It had better or someone is gonna get their ass whipped!" Austin yelled up into Taker's face
"Well it ain't gonna be me" replied Taker quietly, continuing to stare at Austin
Austin stared back then slowly backed away, pausing to stare over Undertaker's shoulder to the Steph and Shane, pointing at them.
"Not a scratch" he repeated, before turning and walking away
Undertaker turned back to the Mcmahons
"Now as I was saying, you'd better get hiding, not from Hunter or Austin but from the other talent, the ones who aren't on either side, they're gonna manipulate it anyway they can, Hunter can hustle up a ton of errand boys to do his work easily, Angle didn't get your password but someone else could"
"Thank you Taker" said Shane solemnly, shaking Taker's leather gloved hand
"Hey, you're the boss, though why I wasn't invited to your meeting earlier can be discussed later" Undertaker replied, turning his head to stare at Stephanie again
Steph nodded, offering her own hand which Taker took with a raise of his eyebrows before shaking it
"Now I got someone in ring business to take care of but I'm just telling you, there's gonna be people like Austin around every corner looking to take you out and I won't be there to help" he said as he walked away
"Can you believe that Shane? Telling us what to do?" exploded Steph when Taker was safely out of earshot
"No, what I can't believe is you trying to pick a fight with one of our own men" replied Shane, equally annoyed "he just saved our asses and you're complaining? Sometimes Steph you are on your own and he's right, there are gonna be people looking to pop us so I say we get a guard going by our office"
"Fine, a guard" shot back Steph "some of our men and some of security, air tight, especially if Hunter comes looking for trouble"
"Which no doubt he will" Shane sighed "look, there's a match starting in the ring, lets go back to the office and watch Raw from there, then any hiccups or any of our group that need help we can be at the centre of it all to call people up or smooth out the wrinkles"
Stephanie looked at her brother, this time he wasn't going to back down. She inwardly squashed an urge to fight with him about Undertaker; he had helped them after all she remembered grudgingly
"You win" she said, suddenly taking off down the corridor "but don't get used to it"
"Sure Steph" Shane chuckled, following her "anything you say"
*
"Did you see what way the truck went?" Edge asked, peering over at Hunter who was behind the wheel. Then he continued before giving him a chance to respond. "Man, that was genius on her part though." He complimented. "Kidnapping Kurt like that."
Hunter braked at a red light and turned to him with eyebrows raised. "How was that genius? They stole Austin's truck without his permission, I know that for a fact, and now he's pissed off at them because they turned him down."
"Turned me down too." Edge huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Something I don't understand at all."
"There it is!" Hunter exclaimed, slamming on the gas so Edge had to fling his arms out to prevent from hitting the airbag. He turned the engine off and hurried out of the car when he caught sight of the truck parked in the lot of some deserted building. Walking over slowly he noticed Kurt was out cold and cut the rope that was holding his arms and legs together. "Come on Kurt." He said gruffly, smacking him on the shoulder.
Edge stifled a laugh at Kurt's haphazard appearance and helped drag him up when Hunter motioned him over.
Kurt's head was down so his chin was hitting his chest and gained about twenty extra pounds of dead weight. The two managed to situate him in the back seat of the rental car and got back in quietly.
Two figures quietly emerged from the shadows, watching the car being driven away.
"This is so much fun." John Cena exclaimed, pulling open the door to the truck.
Randy Orton nodded. "Yeah, it definitely is." He narrowed his eyebrows when he noticed John getting into the driver's seat. "Why do you get to drive? You drove on the way here."
"Because I'm the one who hot-wired the truck." John answered simply. "Without me you'd still be in the parking lot trying to figure out how to unlock the door."
"That's a load of crap!" Randy exclaimed and got into the passenger's seat unwillingly. His hand immediately reached over to start flipping through the radio stations when John hit his hand away.
"You think Austin is gonna appreciate us messing around with his radio? I really don't think he will."
"I don't care what you think." Randy retorted. "I'm not listening to this crap he has programmed and what are you so worried about? I'll change them back."
John sighed heavily and turned to face his partner in crime. "You don't get what being in this business means, do you?" He peered over at him, waiting for a response from the third-generation superstar.
"Of course I know what it-slam on your brakes!" He exclaimed as he noticed the car in front of them come to an abrupt stop. The truck made contact with SUV in front of them and they were both jarred forward as the car behind theirs hit them in the rear. The two rookies looked at each other in open-mouthed astonishment.
"We are in such deep shit." John breathed out, unbuckling his seatbelt to get out and assess the damage.
*~*~*
Stephanie McMahon sat back in the cushioned chair and propped her feet up on the stool, enjoying the fact she had some time to rest after nearly two months of frantic planning and running around. Everything was going smoothly, absolutely no kinks in their plan, and they had their father beginning them to reconsider their actions. I don't think so; she said to her self silently, a relaxed smirk on her face.
"Miss McMahon, you have a call." The suited man said, walking into the dimly lit room filled with candles and spa products.
She pulled her hand away from the manicurist sitting at her side and examined the work so far before placing the phone to her ear. "Hello?" She answered lazily.
"We have a problem." Came John Cena's static reply.
"No we don't." Stephanie replied easily. "Everything is going like clockwork."
"Everything was going like clockwork." He corrected and Stephanie narrowed her eyes.
"What do you mean, was?" She asked, the hard edge returning to her voice at the notion everything wasn't going as planned. "Tell me what the hell you're talking about Cena."
"Well we dropped Kurt off like planned." He rushed out, a stammer in his voice. "And we, well actually I, was driving Austin's truck back to the arena for him to have it back when-"
"Please tell me you're not trying to tell me what I think you are." Stephanie half-pleaded, starting to get light-headed.
"We hit this car in the back and then got rear-ended ourselves." He said, confirming every single one of Stephanie's fears. "But don't worry, we're fine."
"Do you think I care about you guys being fine?" Stephanie exploded. "You just ruined Austin's baby, his prized possession. Shane and I are going to get it because you two are morons!" She held onto the doorframe to steady her and took a few, deep calming breaths before talking to him again. "How bad is it?"
"Well the front is smashed up pretty badly." John started. "And in the back it's just a few scrapes."
Stephanie grabbed her coat from the outstretched hand and shrugged it on, stalking out to her car. "Where are you guys right now?"
John gave her their location and after promising she'd be there in ten minutes they both hung up."
*~*~*
"How did she sound?" Randy asked John, leaning back against the light post as people and police officers milled around the scene of the accident.
John winced. "She was really pissed." They both looked up as a car screeched to a stop in front of them and shrank back as they saw their bosses step out of the car.
"What the hell." Shane muttered, putting his hand to his forehead as he surveyed the damage.
"Sir, is this your car?" A police officer asked the eldest McMahon sibling.
"No, we were borrowing it from a friend." Shane replied, pulling out his checkbook as he approached the car that had been hit. He motioned for the driver to roll his or her window down. "How much did you want for.." He trailed off and his eyes got wide as he saw the person in the front seat.
"Have a little accident with Austin's car did we?" Triple H asked patronizingly, revelling in the fact that both of the siblings looked like they just saw a ghost.
"Steph where exactly is Angle going?" Shane asked as his sister joined him backstage, handing the microphone to a crew member on the way
"Oh I don't know, just a few miles out from the arena" she replied vaguely "far enough to piss off Hunter but near enough to return Angle to his hotel later on"
"And how did you persuade Austin to lend him his truck since you blew him off last time you spoke to him?" persisted Shane, wanting to find out what had happened, he hated not knowing
"I didn't" she said simply "John and Randy broke into his car, something they're surprisingly good at"
"Are you telling me that Stone Cold has no idea that his truck is being used?!" exploded Shane, stopping dead in his tracks
"Borrowed, Shane borrowed, we're giving it back when Angle's been dumped somewhere"
"Oh hell" Shane swore loudly, his hands to his head, thinking about the consequences of an angry Rattlesnake finding out it was Stephanie who ordered his truck to be used without his permission
"You called?" a voice said dryly
Both the McMahons jumped at the voice and turned to see Undertaker looming over them. Steph's expression hurriedly changed from surprised and scared to hard frown, hands to her hips while Shane looked purely relieved that it wasn't Austin.
"I just saw Hunter head out in his car after the truck with Edge" Taker said "he ain't the only one out in the car park"
"What do you mean?" Shane asked shakily, his nervousness surfacing again
"Come on boy, use the brains you got in there somewhere!" exclaimed Taker "I know you took Austin's truck without permission and I know he's pissed off about it, he's out there trying to find out who's idea it was since he didn't catch Steph and Hunter's verbal sparring, I think it's time for you make yourselves scarce if you get my meanin'"
"No way are we hiding" Steph cut in before Shane could speak "if Austin has a problem, he can come straight here to us, we're the bosses not him"
Taker stared at her for a while, his pale eyes holding her gaze. You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. Shane looked from one to the other and sighed, Steph was taking this 'we're not having another Austin' thing way too seriously. Before anyone could speak, another voice came down the corridor
"Alright, I know one of you no-good Mcmahons had something to do with my truck damn near screeching out of that car park so you'd better tell me where the hell it's gone" Austin stomped over to them
Undertaker neatly turned to that he was in front of the Mcmahons, shielding them. He looked distinctly unafraid of the furious man in front of him
"Hey Austin, can we help you in anyway?" he asked languidly
"Get out of my way Taker, this ain't got nothing to do with you" spat Austin
"It ain't got nothing to do with you either" replied Taker "all I know is that Angle was snooping in their office and he got paid back for it, now your truck just happened to be used, it'll be returned to you without a scratch tonight, I can promise you that"
"It had better or someone is gonna get their ass whipped!" Austin yelled up into Taker's face
"Well it ain't gonna be me" replied Taker quietly, continuing to stare at Austin
Austin stared back then slowly backed away, pausing to stare over Undertaker's shoulder to the Steph and Shane, pointing at them.
"Not a scratch" he repeated, before turning and walking away
Undertaker turned back to the Mcmahons
"Now as I was saying, you'd better get hiding, not from Hunter or Austin but from the other talent, the ones who aren't on either side, they're gonna manipulate it anyway they can, Hunter can hustle up a ton of errand boys to do his work easily, Angle didn't get your password but someone else could"
"Thank you Taker" said Shane solemnly, shaking Taker's leather gloved hand
"Hey, you're the boss, though why I wasn't invited to your meeting earlier can be discussed later" Undertaker replied, turning his head to stare at Stephanie again
Steph nodded, offering her own hand which Taker took with a raise of his eyebrows before shaking it
"Now I got someone in ring business to take care of but I'm just telling you, there's gonna be people like Austin around every corner looking to take you out and I won't be there to help" he said as he walked away
"Can you believe that Shane? Telling us what to do?" exploded Steph when Taker was safely out of earshot
"No, what I can't believe is you trying to pick a fight with one of our own men" replied Shane, equally annoyed "he just saved our asses and you're complaining? Sometimes Steph you are on your own and he's right, there are gonna be people looking to pop us so I say we get a guard going by our office"
"Fine, a guard" shot back Steph "some of our men and some of security, air tight, especially if Hunter comes looking for trouble"
"Which no doubt he will" Shane sighed "look, there's a match starting in the ring, lets go back to the office and watch Raw from there, then any hiccups or any of our group that need help we can be at the centre of it all to call people up or smooth out the wrinkles"
Stephanie looked at her brother, this time he wasn't going to back down. She inwardly squashed an urge to fight with him about Undertaker; he had helped them after all she remembered grudgingly
"You win" she said, suddenly taking off down the corridor "but don't get used to it"
"Sure Steph" Shane chuckled, following her "anything you say"
*
"Did you see what way the truck went?" Edge asked, peering over at Hunter who was behind the wheel. Then he continued before giving him a chance to respond. "Man, that was genius on her part though." He complimented. "Kidnapping Kurt like that."
Hunter braked at a red light and turned to him with eyebrows raised. "How was that genius? They stole Austin's truck without his permission, I know that for a fact, and now he's pissed off at them because they turned him down."
"Turned me down too." Edge huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Something I don't understand at all."
"There it is!" Hunter exclaimed, slamming on the gas so Edge had to fling his arms out to prevent from hitting the airbag. He turned the engine off and hurried out of the car when he caught sight of the truck parked in the lot of some deserted building. Walking over slowly he noticed Kurt was out cold and cut the rope that was holding his arms and legs together. "Come on Kurt." He said gruffly, smacking him on the shoulder.
Edge stifled a laugh at Kurt's haphazard appearance and helped drag him up when Hunter motioned him over.
Kurt's head was down so his chin was hitting his chest and gained about twenty extra pounds of dead weight. The two managed to situate him in the back seat of the rental car and got back in quietly.
Two figures quietly emerged from the shadows, watching the car being driven away.
"This is so much fun." John Cena exclaimed, pulling open the door to the truck.
Randy Orton nodded. "Yeah, it definitely is." He narrowed his eyebrows when he noticed John getting into the driver's seat. "Why do you get to drive? You drove on the way here."
"Because I'm the one who hot-wired the truck." John answered simply. "Without me you'd still be in the parking lot trying to figure out how to unlock the door."
"That's a load of crap!" Randy exclaimed and got into the passenger's seat unwillingly. His hand immediately reached over to start flipping through the radio stations when John hit his hand away.
"You think Austin is gonna appreciate us messing around with his radio? I really don't think he will."
"I don't care what you think." Randy retorted. "I'm not listening to this crap he has programmed and what are you so worried about? I'll change them back."
John sighed heavily and turned to face his partner in crime. "You don't get what being in this business means, do you?" He peered over at him, waiting for a response from the third-generation superstar.
"Of course I know what it-slam on your brakes!" He exclaimed as he noticed the car in front of them come to an abrupt stop. The truck made contact with SUV in front of them and they were both jarred forward as the car behind theirs hit them in the rear. The two rookies looked at each other in open-mouthed astonishment.
"We are in such deep shit." John breathed out, unbuckling his seatbelt to get out and assess the damage.
*~*~*
Stephanie McMahon sat back in the cushioned chair and propped her feet up on the stool, enjoying the fact she had some time to rest after nearly two months of frantic planning and running around. Everything was going smoothly, absolutely no kinks in their plan, and they had their father beginning them to reconsider their actions. I don't think so; she said to her self silently, a relaxed smirk on her face.
"Miss McMahon, you have a call." The suited man said, walking into the dimly lit room filled with candles and spa products.
She pulled her hand away from the manicurist sitting at her side and examined the work so far before placing the phone to her ear. "Hello?" She answered lazily.
"We have a problem." Came John Cena's static reply.
"No we don't." Stephanie replied easily. "Everything is going like clockwork."
"Everything was going like clockwork." He corrected and Stephanie narrowed her eyes.
"What do you mean, was?" She asked, the hard edge returning to her voice at the notion everything wasn't going as planned. "Tell me what the hell you're talking about Cena."
"Well we dropped Kurt off like planned." He rushed out, a stammer in his voice. "And we, well actually I, was driving Austin's truck back to the arena for him to have it back when-"
"Please tell me you're not trying to tell me what I think you are." Stephanie half-pleaded, starting to get light-headed.
"We hit this car in the back and then got rear-ended ourselves." He said, confirming every single one of Stephanie's fears. "But don't worry, we're fine."
"Do you think I care about you guys being fine?" Stephanie exploded. "You just ruined Austin's baby, his prized possession. Shane and I are going to get it because you two are morons!" She held onto the doorframe to steady her and took a few, deep calming breaths before talking to him again. "How bad is it?"
"Well the front is smashed up pretty badly." John started. "And in the back it's just a few scrapes."
Stephanie grabbed her coat from the outstretched hand and shrugged it on, stalking out to her car. "Where are you guys right now?"
John gave her their location and after promising she'd be there in ten minutes they both hung up."
*~*~*
"How did she sound?" Randy asked John, leaning back against the light post as people and police officers milled around the scene of the accident.
John winced. "She was really pissed." They both looked up as a car screeched to a stop in front of them and shrank back as they saw their bosses step out of the car.
"What the hell." Shane muttered, putting his hand to his forehead as he surveyed the damage.
"Sir, is this your car?" A police officer asked the eldest McMahon sibling.
"No, we were borrowing it from a friend." Shane replied, pulling out his checkbook as he approached the car that had been hit. He motioned for the driver to roll his or her window down. "How much did you want for.." He trailed off and his eyes got wide as he saw the person in the front seat.
"Have a little accident with Austin's car did we?" Triple H asked patronizingly, revelling in the fact that both of the siblings looked like they just saw a ghost.