Beauty
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own them
Pairing: Shawn/Taker
Summary: Shawn is kidnapped by the Dudleys and Paul Heyman... What will Taker have to do to get him back?
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The camera followed Shawn and Mark as they walked in arm and arm. "You're going to beat him, baby. You're going to be the champion." He said and squeezed his arm.
Mark smiled and stopped his partner. He bent down, pulling Shawn into a hot kiss. He ran his hand up the smaller man's back, resting it on the back of his neck. He rubbed the flesh gently, breaking the kiss to gaze down into Shawn's beautiful blue eyes. "I'll win, and I'll win it for you." He took Shawn's hand and pressed his lips to it. "Will you be coming out with me, my beauty?"
"Of course! I just half to get dressed first..." Shawn winked and held up the bludging black garmet bag.
"And what's in this...?" Mark asked trying to undo the zipper on the side of the bag.
Shawn smiled and shook his head. "Nooo... It's a surprise..." He clucked, holding the bag behind his back.
Mark grinned, pushing him back against the wall. "Come on..." He purred into his ear snaking his tongue inside.
"Fine... But no SMACKDOWN! camera." He said and put his hand over the camera lense.
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The lights dimmed and the whole arena was encased in purple light. Mark-or rather the Undertaker came out with Paul Bearer who was carrying the urn, and Shawn who had a torch. Despite their eariler warm actions, it was a very somber walk. But instead of going to the outside of the ring, Shawn came in with him. When the lights raised, he stood beside Mark as a collective gasp went through the arena. Shawn was wearing the most shocking outfit anyone had ever seen Shawn Michaels wear.
"The Undertaker has his own cheerleader, Tazz." Cole said almost completely in shock.
"How many Deadmen can say that?! Only on Smackdown!, Cole."
Shawn's outfit consisted of a pair of tight black shorts with purple trim, and a short jersy like shirt with the Undertaker's T symbol on the front, and Shawn's HBK heart on the back. He wore a black cowboy hat, and matching cow boy boots. His hair was in two long pig tails bouncing around with the slightest movement of his head. He still had the large torch in one hand, but also had two black and purple pom poms in the other.
JBL's music started, Shawn sighing dramatically as he leaned against the wooden torch. Mark put an arm around his shorter lover's waist holding close as Bradshaw's limosine pulled up.
"And there he is, the man! JBL!" Tazz said excitedly.
Bradshaw stepped into the ring, discarding his ring jacket, and pulling off his hat. He grabbed a microphone, nearly laughing his ass off. "What the hell is this?! Shawn Michaels, the HeartBreak Cheerleader?! What is it with everyone and bein' homosexual- I don't get it! And you two are from Texas too! You're supposed to be real men! Real men date women!"
"Oooh, now that's just uncalled for! And in San Fransisco too! I have to apologize for our champion out there."
"You can't get mad at a man for havin' his own opinions, Cole! Shown the champ some respect!"
Shawn looked to Mark and shook his head. He extended the torch and set Bradshaw's pristine white hat on fire. Bradshaw dropped the hat on the ground and stamped on it a few times to put out the flames. Shawn gave Mark a quick peck on the cheek before putting out the torch and rolling out of the ring.
"Shawn's a little trouble maker tonight- with him at ringside, JBL should really be watching his step!"
"He's a little trouble maker in tight black shorts whose bouncing around a lot..."
"Maybe you'd better watch the match instead of Shawn's assests, Tazz."
Mark and Bradshaw started off with some basic holds before the bigger man grabbed him by the arm, irish whipping Bradshaw into the corner. Shawn was cheering for Mark with all of his heart, jumping around and doing cartwheels to the delight of the crowd. It got just about everyone in the arena behind Mark if they weren't already. About ten minutes later, Bradshaw was digging deep into his arsenal for ANYTHING he had left. He rolled out of the ring and went straight for the steel chair near the announcement table.
But Shawn was quick, catching up JBL. He wrestled the chair out of his hands and sat down on it, with a cute little smirk.
Before JBL could react and grab something else, Mark pulled him into the ring. He took him by the neck, choke slamming him hard in the middle of the ring.
"The chokeslam, Tazz! It's over!"
"There ain't know way JBL is going to get up after that!"
Mark went down for the pin, getting the pin.
"Undertaker's the new champion! And look at Shawn- he's goin' nuts!!" Tazz exclaimed as he watched Shawn jump up and down, waving his pom poms in the air before discarding them all together. He went to run into the ring to further celebrate with his lover... But the lights, the music, and Mark's special effects all shut down. The lights in the arena went black, encasing everyone in inky darkness.
"Shawn!!!" Mark screamed through the dark. "SHAWN!!!"
He heard Shawn scream his name frantically. It sounded like he was in some kind of trouble. Mark growled and started toward where he though the ropes were. He tumbled out of the ring just as the lights went on. He stood up looking to where Shawn had been... In his place was his black cowboy hat and his two pom poms. Mark went over to them, picking up the discarded items in his arms as he screamed for his little lover.
Outside in the parking lot, The Dudley Boys were hauling a kicking and screaming Shawn into the back of their limosine. Paul Heyman stepped inside after they had gotten the struggling blonde in. He sat across from Bubba and Dvon whom had Shawn under some kind of control. He smirked nastily at him reaching over to grab Shawn's chin.
"You never fuck with the Dudleys, Shawn."
YBC
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The camera followed Shawn and Mark as they walked in arm and arm. "You're going to beat him, baby. You're going to be the champion." He said and squeezed his arm.
Mark smiled and stopped his partner. He bent down, pulling Shawn into a hot kiss. He ran his hand up the smaller man's back, resting it on the back of his neck. He rubbed the flesh gently, breaking the kiss to gaze down into Shawn's beautiful blue eyes. "I'll win, and I'll win it for you." He took Shawn's hand and pressed his lips to it. "Will you be coming out with me, my beauty?"
"Of course! I just half to get dressed first..." Shawn winked and held up the bludging black garmet bag.
"And what's in this...?" Mark asked trying to undo the zipper on the side of the bag.
Shawn smiled and shook his head. "Nooo... It's a surprise..." He clucked, holding the bag behind his back.
Mark grinned, pushing him back against the wall. "Come on..." He purred into his ear snaking his tongue inside.
"Fine... But no SMACKDOWN! camera." He said and put his hand over the camera lense.
-
The lights dimmed and the whole arena was encased in purple light. Mark-or rather the Undertaker came out with Paul Bearer who was carrying the urn, and Shawn who had a torch. Despite their eariler warm actions, it was a very somber walk. But instead of going to the outside of the ring, Shawn came in with him. When the lights raised, he stood beside Mark as a collective gasp went through the arena. Shawn was wearing the most shocking outfit anyone had ever seen Shawn Michaels wear.
"The Undertaker has his own cheerleader, Tazz." Cole said almost completely in shock.
"How many Deadmen can say that?! Only on Smackdown!, Cole."
Shawn's outfit consisted of a pair of tight black shorts with purple trim, and a short jersy like shirt with the Undertaker's T symbol on the front, and Shawn's HBK heart on the back. He wore a black cowboy hat, and matching cow boy boots. His hair was in two long pig tails bouncing around with the slightest movement of his head. He still had the large torch in one hand, but also had two black and purple pom poms in the other.
JBL's music started, Shawn sighing dramatically as he leaned against the wooden torch. Mark put an arm around his shorter lover's waist holding close as Bradshaw's limosine pulled up.
"And there he is, the man! JBL!" Tazz said excitedly.
Bradshaw stepped into the ring, discarding his ring jacket, and pulling off his hat. He grabbed a microphone, nearly laughing his ass off. "What the hell is this?! Shawn Michaels, the HeartBreak Cheerleader?! What is it with everyone and bein' homosexual- I don't get it! And you two are from Texas too! You're supposed to be real men! Real men date women!"
"Oooh, now that's just uncalled for! And in San Fransisco too! I have to apologize for our champion out there."
"You can't get mad at a man for havin' his own opinions, Cole! Shown the champ some respect!"
Shawn looked to Mark and shook his head. He extended the torch and set Bradshaw's pristine white hat on fire. Bradshaw dropped the hat on the ground and stamped on it a few times to put out the flames. Shawn gave Mark a quick peck on the cheek before putting out the torch and rolling out of the ring.
"Shawn's a little trouble maker tonight- with him at ringside, JBL should really be watching his step!"
"He's a little trouble maker in tight black shorts whose bouncing around a lot..."
"Maybe you'd better watch the match instead of Shawn's assests, Tazz."
Mark and Bradshaw started off with some basic holds before the bigger man grabbed him by the arm, irish whipping Bradshaw into the corner. Shawn was cheering for Mark with all of his heart, jumping around and doing cartwheels to the delight of the crowd. It got just about everyone in the arena behind Mark if they weren't already. About ten minutes later, Bradshaw was digging deep into his arsenal for ANYTHING he had left. He rolled out of the ring and went straight for the steel chair near the announcement table.
But Shawn was quick, catching up JBL. He wrestled the chair out of his hands and sat down on it, with a cute little smirk.
Before JBL could react and grab something else, Mark pulled him into the ring. He took him by the neck, choke slamming him hard in the middle of the ring.
"The chokeslam, Tazz! It's over!"
"There ain't know way JBL is going to get up after that!"
Mark went down for the pin, getting the pin.
"Undertaker's the new champion! And look at Shawn- he's goin' nuts!!" Tazz exclaimed as he watched Shawn jump up and down, waving his pom poms in the air before discarding them all together. He went to run into the ring to further celebrate with his lover... But the lights, the music, and Mark's special effects all shut down. The lights in the arena went black, encasing everyone in inky darkness.
"Shawn!!!" Mark screamed through the dark. "SHAWN!!!"
He heard Shawn scream his name frantically. It sounded like he was in some kind of trouble. Mark growled and started toward where he though the ropes were. He tumbled out of the ring just as the lights went on. He stood up looking to where Shawn had been... In his place was his black cowboy hat and his two pom poms. Mark went over to them, picking up the discarded items in his arms as he screamed for his little lover.
Outside in the parking lot, The Dudley Boys were hauling a kicking and screaming Shawn into the back of their limosine. Paul Heyman stepped inside after they had gotten the struggling blonde in. He sat across from Bubba and Dvon whom had Shawn under some kind of control. He smirked nastily at him reaching over to grab Shawn's chin.
"You never fuck with the Dudleys, Shawn."
YBC