1971
Part 2: Favorite Mistake
Rating: R
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairing: Ricky Steamboat/Ric Flair , HBK/HHH
Summary: History repeats it's self in Hunter and Shawn
AN: I am really sorry people. I made a stupid mistake and accidently forgot to put this story in the R section-- Boy is my face red, lol. Thank you for reviewing-- The thought had crossed my mind as people might not know/remember who Ricky 'Dragon' Steamboat is. I myself never got a chance to see him, seeing as how I was born, yet was just a tiny thing so I don't remember. His real name is Ricky Blood (I think, I know his last name is Blood for sure.) and is from Hawaii. He left Hawaii in early part of 1970, and attended an intense wrestling school that only few had passed. He had alot of rivalries with Ric in the 80's, got injured and retired. He would come out to the ring in dragon garb and breath fire and whatnot. After a bad injury in 1993 he had to retire. Just a short bio ^^ Ah, and I think I'm off a little on Ric's age. I think he's a little older than Ricky is, but for the sake of this story and my nerves were just gonna keep im' both 18 :P Anyway, thanks for reading and reviewing. I know the story is a little strange pairing wise but I'm all about the unconventionalism baby! It'll probably end up being longer than I wanted to be.))
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
~
2004-
"No no no. You didn't get married to Steamboat! You couldn't have!"
Ric sighed and shook his head. "Well... Maybe you'd find out if you'd listen once in awhile!" He glared at the younger man, Hunter shutting up so Ric could continue. "Anyway... I was maybe a little on the foolish side for suggesting something like marriage... Well, at such a freaken' young age anyway..."
1971-
"Ricky, you... You have to marry me..."
Ricky blushed heavily. "No... No we can't... What if someone finds out? We can't risk it! Not at this stage in our careers. This is the most extreme of taboos, Ric. If there are any gay or bis in the feds, they keep things quiet! They don't get married on a whim in Vegas! Can't you be rational just this once? This is a bad idea!"
"No, the more I think of it, the more I think this is a great idea! Hear me out... Even if we get caught, we'll be together. We'll find jobs of some kind, we'll make it in a different way. And if we do suceede... Then hell! We'll ride all the way to the top, together. Just you and me, Ricky. As husband and..." Ric snickered a little looking over at Ricky. "Wife."
"I am not being the woman, Ric!"
"Oh I think so. See, I may have girly hair... But I'm more manly looking. You're the wife. You could pass off wearing a veil, a dress, and make up."
Ricky's mouth hung open, his face in shock. "What makes you think I'm even going to say yes to you to begin with?!"
"Well... You haven't said no. So I guess I'm making some ground with you. Think of it... You and me, Ric and Ricky Flair..."
"Ric and Ricky Steamboat, you mean."
"So is that a yes?" Ric asked proding him gently in the side.
"... Propose to me. If you're going to ask me to marry you, you got to do it right damn it!"
Ric scrambled off the bed and got down on one knee. "Ricky... After one year of being with you... I need you to be with me. I have to spend the rest of my life with you. It's almost as if I'm living in a dream. EVerythings so perfect when I'm around you. Even though things look pretty if-y at the moment, I can get through them because I have you. I haven't the slightest bit of strength Ricky."
"No Ric, that's not true... You're the bravest man I've ever met before. You're not afraid of anything!"
"I'm not afraid because I have you. Do you think that even for a second I would try the shit I do if you're not around? I do it because you give me all the strength I need, you feed my wild side... Do you know that every time I see you I get arroused?"
"Uh, heh... Well yeah... Considering that you're currently poking me with it in the leg..."
"Sorry, can't help it. You just do that to me." He said with a smile, resting his head on Ricky's knee. "That's why I have to have you. No one else. You and me Ricky, we're meant for each other... No one else can tolerate me like you can. Please marry me..."
Ricky ran his fingers down Ric's hair, down his jaw law, and across his lip. He placed his other hand on Ric's cheek, resting his forhead up against Ric's. "Ric, I think this is a big mistake..."
But Ric was relentless. When he wanted something, he fought for it. He brushed his lips against Ricky's, then just above his chin. He knew the other couldn't resist that.
"Mm... That's not fair." He mumbled as Ric's lips kissed everywhere but own lips.
"Yes or no..."
Ricky was silent for a long time, letting Ric kiss him gently around his face, neck and that place where his ear connected with his jaw that always made him moan. "...This goes against everything. Every tradition in my family, everything I was raised to be... But... I... I love you Ric, and... I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Each word Ricky said seemed to take forever to Ric. "So yes..."
Ric laughed happily, gathering Ricky up into his arms. "I can't believe it! This is so great! Come on, let's go right now."
"Now?! Ric, you're kidding me right? It's the middle of the night!"
"So we find an all night chapel. No big deal! It's Vegas, baby!" Ric said as he tossed Ricky down to the bed and began to pull on his jeans and shirt from earlier. "Come on, get dressed... The later it is, the less people there are out SOBER enough to notice that it's us getting hitched."
"You're right... It's not as if anyone will notice..." Ricky murmured in agreement as he pulled on the red pants and white tee shirt he had on from before. He took the hand Ric offered, running out the door.
It was raining lightly that night, the heat making it hazy as the rain through the streets laughing and chatting excitedly. The arrived at the infamous 'Little White Chapel' not a moment later. Ricky's hair was sopping wet, sticking to his face and getting in his eyes in the way that nearly stopped Ric's heart. He reached over, brushing strands out of his eyes pressing his lips gently to Ricky's as they stood beneath the neon lighting.
"Ready to go in?" Ric breathed a little out of breath. His heart was pounding like mad but when he looked into Ricky's dark eyes his nervousness ebbed away a bit. There was no reason for it. He reminded himself, promising that this was going to be the best decision he had ever made.
Ricky just nodded his head, cuddling up to Ric as they walked inside.
2004-
"You got married in the Little White Chapel?!"
Ric sighed and flung a pillow at Hunter. "It wasn't as nice in the seventies. They really did a nice job remodeling. See, when we went it stunk like bad booze, cigarettes, and something I really don't want to recall."
Hunter sipped out of his water. "How could you stand it?"
"We didn't notice. Too much in love. However, I did note the stain on the ceiling. That kind of disturbed me."
"Okay okay, so what happened?"
"Get me a bottle of water."
Hunter stood up and pointed to the near full one on the table. "You got one already, why do you need another?" He asked upon going to the mini fridge. He tossed Ric another, taking a seat back down.
"I wanted to see if you would get me one. That's all. So anyway..." Ric began again as he set the bottle down on the floor by his feet. "It reeked, it was smokey, and the receptionist-- my god. She scares me to this day."
"That bad?"
"Oh yeah. She kind of resembled the way Gary Larson would draw old women in his Farside comic strip. Huge, pointy head, polka dot dress, and a grey mass of curled hair that could have been a wig. I promised myself that I would never let myself go like that."
1971-
"Groom?" She asked her voice like sandpaper on gravel.
"Me." Ric said his arm wrapping tight around Ricky. "Ric Flair."
"That's the bride?" She asked pointing a gnarled finger at Ricky. "Don't look like no girl to me!"
"Well how dare you!" Ric shouted. "Just because Ricky doesn't have boobs like every other girl, doesn't mean that she's any less of a woman! I'll have you know that this is the most beautiful woman I have ever met thank you."
Ricky just smiled to her and kicked Ric in the shins. "You're wearing the collar all the time after that."
"You think I would mind that?" Ric purred biting gently on Ricky's ear. "I'll start a new trend."
"Bride?" The woman asked taping her pencil on the desk.
"Ricky Steamboat."
"Is that with an I, a Y, or an IE, at the end?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter. I spell it with all three."
She gave Ricky an odd look and then wrote it down. "That'll be $50.00 please."
Ric pulled out his wallet, fishing out his last fifty dollars. "Here."
"Ric, is that your last bit of money?"
"No." Ric lied smiling reassuringly. "I've got some left. Don't worry."
"Okay."
"Alright here's your license, the priest will sign it after the ceremony, and ten dollars worth of poker chips for the casino next store."
Ricky took both, knowing he was the more responsible of the two. He pocketed the chips, and folded the certificate into his own wallet. He took a deep breath, following Ric into the main part of the chapel.
The priest was asleep on the alter, the two witnesses as well. Ric rolled his eyes, walking over to the tacky fake flowers stuffed into decorative urns. He pulled out some dusty roses, a few violets, and some other unknown pieces. He walked back over to Ricky and gave them to him. "I'm sorry they're crappy..."
"They're not that bad..." Ricky said kissing Ric on the cheek. It doesn't matter anyway. I've got you and thats all I need."
Ric grinned, then cleared his throat loudly enough to rouse the priest.
"Oh. Sorry. It is four in the morning you know. Dearly beloved--"
"It's okay, you can skip that. Neither of us are this religion so it doesn't matter." Ric said taking Ricky's hand again.
"Alright... Then do you..." The priest pointed to Ric.
"Ric."
"Take this woman..."
"Ricky."
"To be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, in sickness and in -yawn- health, to death do you part to be rejoined in where ever?"
Ric smiled looking at Ricky. "Hell yeah!"
"And do you Ricky take this man to-"
"I do!"
"... Then I now present you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!"
"WOO!" Ric exclaimed dipping Ricky into a passionate kiss. "Let's get out of here!"
Ricky nodded running out with Ric into the streets once more.
"Wait! You forgot to get your license signed- Oh well. They'll be back." The priest said before passing out on the alter again.
2004-
"Huh. Sorry Hunt. I gotta go. It's time for that interview with that idiot from RAW magazine. I'll finish the rest later." Flair said standing up and grabbing his leather coat.
"Ric! You old bastard! Ya can't stop there!"
"I can and I will. There's a piano bar at the hotel we're staying at. I'll meet you there around midnight."
"Fine." Hunter mumbled softly watching Ric walk out the door. 'I think he planned it that way on purpose.'
TBC in Part 3: Diamonds Are Forever-- And so is the Nature Boy
((I know this story was going to end up being more than two parts long...))
Part 2: Favorite Mistake
Rating: R
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairing: Ricky Steamboat/Ric Flair , HBK/HHH
Summary: History repeats it's self in Hunter and Shawn
AN: I am really sorry people. I made a stupid mistake and accidently forgot to put this story in the R section-- Boy is my face red, lol. Thank you for reviewing-- The thought had crossed my mind as people might not know/remember who Ricky 'Dragon' Steamboat is. I myself never got a chance to see him, seeing as how I was born, yet was just a tiny thing so I don't remember. His real name is Ricky Blood (I think, I know his last name is Blood for sure.) and is from Hawaii. He left Hawaii in early part of 1970, and attended an intense wrestling school that only few had passed. He had alot of rivalries with Ric in the 80's, got injured and retired. He would come out to the ring in dragon garb and breath fire and whatnot. After a bad injury in 1993 he had to retire. Just a short bio ^^ Ah, and I think I'm off a little on Ric's age. I think he's a little older than Ricky is, but for the sake of this story and my nerves were just gonna keep im' both 18 :P Anyway, thanks for reading and reviewing. I know the story is a little strange pairing wise but I'm all about the unconventionalism baby! It'll probably end up being longer than I wanted to be.))
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
~
2004-
"No no no. You didn't get married to Steamboat! You couldn't have!"
Ric sighed and shook his head. "Well... Maybe you'd find out if you'd listen once in awhile!" He glared at the younger man, Hunter shutting up so Ric could continue. "Anyway... I was maybe a little on the foolish side for suggesting something like marriage... Well, at such a freaken' young age anyway..."
1971-
"Ricky, you... You have to marry me..."
Ricky blushed heavily. "No... No we can't... What if someone finds out? We can't risk it! Not at this stage in our careers. This is the most extreme of taboos, Ric. If there are any gay or bis in the feds, they keep things quiet! They don't get married on a whim in Vegas! Can't you be rational just this once? This is a bad idea!"
"No, the more I think of it, the more I think this is a great idea! Hear me out... Even if we get caught, we'll be together. We'll find jobs of some kind, we'll make it in a different way. And if we do suceede... Then hell! We'll ride all the way to the top, together. Just you and me, Ricky. As husband and..." Ric snickered a little looking over at Ricky. "Wife."
"I am not being the woman, Ric!"
"Oh I think so. See, I may have girly hair... But I'm more manly looking. You're the wife. You could pass off wearing a veil, a dress, and make up."
Ricky's mouth hung open, his face in shock. "What makes you think I'm even going to say yes to you to begin with?!"
"Well... You haven't said no. So I guess I'm making some ground with you. Think of it... You and me, Ric and Ricky Flair..."
"Ric and Ricky Steamboat, you mean."
"So is that a yes?" Ric asked proding him gently in the side.
"... Propose to me. If you're going to ask me to marry you, you got to do it right damn it!"
Ric scrambled off the bed and got down on one knee. "Ricky... After one year of being with you... I need you to be with me. I have to spend the rest of my life with you. It's almost as if I'm living in a dream. EVerythings so perfect when I'm around you. Even though things look pretty if-y at the moment, I can get through them because I have you. I haven't the slightest bit of strength Ricky."
"No Ric, that's not true... You're the bravest man I've ever met before. You're not afraid of anything!"
"I'm not afraid because I have you. Do you think that even for a second I would try the shit I do if you're not around? I do it because you give me all the strength I need, you feed my wild side... Do you know that every time I see you I get arroused?"
"Uh, heh... Well yeah... Considering that you're currently poking me with it in the leg..."
"Sorry, can't help it. You just do that to me." He said with a smile, resting his head on Ricky's knee. "That's why I have to have you. No one else. You and me Ricky, we're meant for each other... No one else can tolerate me like you can. Please marry me..."
Ricky ran his fingers down Ric's hair, down his jaw law, and across his lip. He placed his other hand on Ric's cheek, resting his forhead up against Ric's. "Ric, I think this is a big mistake..."
But Ric was relentless. When he wanted something, he fought for it. He brushed his lips against Ricky's, then just above his chin. He knew the other couldn't resist that.
"Mm... That's not fair." He mumbled as Ric's lips kissed everywhere but own lips.
"Yes or no..."
Ricky was silent for a long time, letting Ric kiss him gently around his face, neck and that place where his ear connected with his jaw that always made him moan. "...This goes against everything. Every tradition in my family, everything I was raised to be... But... I... I love you Ric, and... I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Each word Ricky said seemed to take forever to Ric. "So yes..."
Ric laughed happily, gathering Ricky up into his arms. "I can't believe it! This is so great! Come on, let's go right now."
"Now?! Ric, you're kidding me right? It's the middle of the night!"
"So we find an all night chapel. No big deal! It's Vegas, baby!" Ric said as he tossed Ricky down to the bed and began to pull on his jeans and shirt from earlier. "Come on, get dressed... The later it is, the less people there are out SOBER enough to notice that it's us getting hitched."
"You're right... It's not as if anyone will notice..." Ricky murmured in agreement as he pulled on the red pants and white tee shirt he had on from before. He took the hand Ric offered, running out the door.
It was raining lightly that night, the heat making it hazy as the rain through the streets laughing and chatting excitedly. The arrived at the infamous 'Little White Chapel' not a moment later. Ricky's hair was sopping wet, sticking to his face and getting in his eyes in the way that nearly stopped Ric's heart. He reached over, brushing strands out of his eyes pressing his lips gently to Ricky's as they stood beneath the neon lighting.
"Ready to go in?" Ric breathed a little out of breath. His heart was pounding like mad but when he looked into Ricky's dark eyes his nervousness ebbed away a bit. There was no reason for it. He reminded himself, promising that this was going to be the best decision he had ever made.
Ricky just nodded his head, cuddling up to Ric as they walked inside.
2004-
"You got married in the Little White Chapel?!"
Ric sighed and flung a pillow at Hunter. "It wasn't as nice in the seventies. They really did a nice job remodeling. See, when we went it stunk like bad booze, cigarettes, and something I really don't want to recall."
Hunter sipped out of his water. "How could you stand it?"
"We didn't notice. Too much in love. However, I did note the stain on the ceiling. That kind of disturbed me."
"Okay okay, so what happened?"
"Get me a bottle of water."
Hunter stood up and pointed to the near full one on the table. "You got one already, why do you need another?" He asked upon going to the mini fridge. He tossed Ric another, taking a seat back down.
"I wanted to see if you would get me one. That's all. So anyway..." Ric began again as he set the bottle down on the floor by his feet. "It reeked, it was smokey, and the receptionist-- my god. She scares me to this day."
"That bad?"
"Oh yeah. She kind of resembled the way Gary Larson would draw old women in his Farside comic strip. Huge, pointy head, polka dot dress, and a grey mass of curled hair that could have been a wig. I promised myself that I would never let myself go like that."
1971-
"Groom?" She asked her voice like sandpaper on gravel.
"Me." Ric said his arm wrapping tight around Ricky. "Ric Flair."
"That's the bride?" She asked pointing a gnarled finger at Ricky. "Don't look like no girl to me!"
"Well how dare you!" Ric shouted. "Just because Ricky doesn't have boobs like every other girl, doesn't mean that she's any less of a woman! I'll have you know that this is the most beautiful woman I have ever met thank you."
Ricky just smiled to her and kicked Ric in the shins. "You're wearing the collar all the time after that."
"You think I would mind that?" Ric purred biting gently on Ricky's ear. "I'll start a new trend."
"Bride?" The woman asked taping her pencil on the desk.
"Ricky Steamboat."
"Is that with an I, a Y, or an IE, at the end?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter. I spell it with all three."
She gave Ricky an odd look and then wrote it down. "That'll be $50.00 please."
Ric pulled out his wallet, fishing out his last fifty dollars. "Here."
"Ric, is that your last bit of money?"
"No." Ric lied smiling reassuringly. "I've got some left. Don't worry."
"Okay."
"Alright here's your license, the priest will sign it after the ceremony, and ten dollars worth of poker chips for the casino next store."
Ricky took both, knowing he was the more responsible of the two. He pocketed the chips, and folded the certificate into his own wallet. He took a deep breath, following Ric into the main part of the chapel.
The priest was asleep on the alter, the two witnesses as well. Ric rolled his eyes, walking over to the tacky fake flowers stuffed into decorative urns. He pulled out some dusty roses, a few violets, and some other unknown pieces. He walked back over to Ricky and gave them to him. "I'm sorry they're crappy..."
"They're not that bad..." Ricky said kissing Ric on the cheek. It doesn't matter anyway. I've got you and thats all I need."
Ric grinned, then cleared his throat loudly enough to rouse the priest.
"Oh. Sorry. It is four in the morning you know. Dearly beloved--"
"It's okay, you can skip that. Neither of us are this religion so it doesn't matter." Ric said taking Ricky's hand again.
"Alright... Then do you..." The priest pointed to Ric.
"Ric."
"Take this woman..."
"Ricky."
"To be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, in sickness and in -yawn- health, to death do you part to be rejoined in where ever?"
Ric smiled looking at Ricky. "Hell yeah!"
"And do you Ricky take this man to-"
"I do!"
"... Then I now present you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!"
"WOO!" Ric exclaimed dipping Ricky into a passionate kiss. "Let's get out of here!"
Ricky nodded running out with Ric into the streets once more.
"Wait! You forgot to get your license signed- Oh well. They'll be back." The priest said before passing out on the alter again.
2004-
"Huh. Sorry Hunt. I gotta go. It's time for that interview with that idiot from RAW magazine. I'll finish the rest later." Flair said standing up and grabbing his leather coat.
"Ric! You old bastard! Ya can't stop there!"
"I can and I will. There's a piano bar at the hotel we're staying at. I'll meet you there around midnight."
"Fine." Hunter mumbled softly watching Ric walk out the door. 'I think he planned it that way on purpose.'
TBC in Part 3: Diamonds Are Forever-- And so is the Nature Boy
((I know this story was going to end up being more than two parts long...))