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ITS EVERYWHERE
The security guard raised his eyebrows at the strange looking group moving towards him. None of them looked familiar except the tall broad guy and he couldn't properly place him since his facial features were hidden by a large black hat. They looked like wannabe wrestlers, the type who always showed up at arenas desperate for their shot at a wrestling career. One had his face all painted black and white, a black ball bat over one shoulder all decked out in black, one guy was shorter and looked like he'd dressed in the dark in a kilt and a Chinese-style jacket and a girl in a kilt looking like the wind would blow her away. The guard stood up a little straighter and tried to look his intimidating best as the group got closer. No one else was nearby, it was hours before the show would start and the talent were safe inside, finding rooms to stash their gear in and stretch out before they found out who their opponents were so they could begin to prepare and ward off any sneak pre-match attacks.
"I'm sorry, there's no admittance to fans until 6pm" the guard said firmly as the group approached the doors
"We're not fans" the woman said, smiling a friendly smile "we're here to see the talent, we're expected"
"Friends? Then can I have your names please?" the guard asked, pen posed to mark off their names on his clipboard
The tall broad man stepped forward and the guard watched as the man raised his head, revealing a stony expression and dark forbidding eyes
"Undertaker? Wh-What are you doing here?..........Smackdown don't usually come to the same arenas" the guard stammered, flustered by the appearance of the silent legend
Undertaker raised a pale hand sheathed in a black fingerless leather glove to the guard's temple and touched it butterfly-light. The guard crumpled to the ground. Sting stepped over the form, pushed the doors open with his bat and walked into the arena. The others followed silently, Raven being unable to resist giving the guard a small light kick in the side as he did. Once inside, Sting turned to Undertaker who was looking around with the air of someone who was back in a poisonous environment. His nostrils flared as he scoped out the empty corridor, his eyes half-narrowed as though trying to identify something.
"You can sense Bischoff?" Sting asked
"His stench is everywhere" replied Undertaker in that curious rumble of a voice "it cannot be escaped or eradicated easily" he turned suddenly to Sting "would you like me to locate your contact?"
Sting knew that Undertaker had already worked out who the contact was. His powers lay in the very environment he found himself in, he was able to mould it to suit himself but most of all was able to manipulate the people in it for his own advantage. It was a great and destructive power which Undertaker had lost and gained several times over through his continual burials and rebirths. There was a time when he'd allowed his powers to take him over, they engulfed him and he forged alliances with the Vince Mcmahon, kidnapping Vince's daughter Stephanie in order to get to Stone Cold Steve Austin. His powers has totally taken him over, breaking him down from the inside so he'd managed to pull himself away and purged himself of them in the desert. After a few years of fighting without them, he'd been buried by his demonic half-brother Kane, allowing the powers to slowly seep back into him. Now he merely used it for the way it was meant to be used, to help bring the right people to justice. Sting knew that Undertaker was filled with a great sense of justice now, determined to do what was right as the Dark Warrior felt guided since he now knew he could never be separated from his powers again.
Undertaker raised his hand again, holding the palm up flat against the air. The air seemed to tingle
"Left, then the first corridor on the left, the second room along" Undertaker said
Sting nodded, shouldering his bat. Undertaker would rarely be wrong about something like this and they couldn't afford to burst in on someone who wasn't the contact. Then the element of surprise was all gone. Undertaker opened his eyes and breathed out one long cool breath.
"Bischoff's stench, its coating everything I can feel" he said, eyes flickering around "I cannot pinpoint its exact source but we are going to need to be on edge, his cronies haunt every corner in order to maintain some semblance of control"
Raven and Beulah immediately separated and stood a little way behind Undertaker and Sting with their backs to them, eyeing the corridor now before them with a vigorous intensity. They planned on letting no one ruin the Warrior's meeting with the contact. Sting and Undertaker stared straight ahead, hearing the noises of people moving in and out of rooms but seeing no one.
"Can you sense them?" asked Sting
Undertaker nodded slowly, closing his eyes again.
"They're up ahead but I do not think our paths will cross" he replied quietly "if we move quickly, no one will know"
"Walker, Shadows keep it tight at the back" Sting ordered "if anyone approaches us then take care of it, no one must know we are here"
"Got it" Beulah replied, turning so that she was facing the front again as Raven swung round as well.
They began moving, together in a tight pack. If anyone had seen them, they would have seen four very different people with the same determined look in their steely eyes. Sting hefted his bat onto his other shoulder, looking around continually as they hung a left into the first corridor. The four moved, breathed as one, completely in step with one another. He was proud of synchronisation; it was almost like a machine but with living breathing souls. Quickly they arrived at a door. Sting raised a black-gloved fist and knocked on it. This was it. The beginning of the whole rampage, the next fulfilment of his prophecy.
There was a short taut pause and then there was the sound of a lock being undone. Then the door slowly opened. Sting hesitated only a short moment, the thought of a pre-planned ambush going through his mind before stepped through into the locker room. One by one, the other three followed making sure to shut the door behind them. They stood, looking at the person who had called them all to the arena, the one who knew that Bischoff had to be stopped.
Before them stood Victoria.
ITS EVERYWHERE
The security guard raised his eyebrows at the strange looking group moving towards him. None of them looked familiar except the tall broad guy and he couldn't properly place him since his facial features were hidden by a large black hat. They looked like wannabe wrestlers, the type who always showed up at arenas desperate for their shot at a wrestling career. One had his face all painted black and white, a black ball bat over one shoulder all decked out in black, one guy was shorter and looked like he'd dressed in the dark in a kilt and a Chinese-style jacket and a girl in a kilt looking like the wind would blow her away. The guard stood up a little straighter and tried to look his intimidating best as the group got closer. No one else was nearby, it was hours before the show would start and the talent were safe inside, finding rooms to stash their gear in and stretch out before they found out who their opponents were so they could begin to prepare and ward off any sneak pre-match attacks.
"I'm sorry, there's no admittance to fans until 6pm" the guard said firmly as the group approached the doors
"We're not fans" the woman said, smiling a friendly smile "we're here to see the talent, we're expected"
"Friends? Then can I have your names please?" the guard asked, pen posed to mark off their names on his clipboard
The tall broad man stepped forward and the guard watched as the man raised his head, revealing a stony expression and dark forbidding eyes
"Undertaker? Wh-What are you doing here?..........Smackdown don't usually come to the same arenas" the guard stammered, flustered by the appearance of the silent legend
Undertaker raised a pale hand sheathed in a black fingerless leather glove to the guard's temple and touched it butterfly-light. The guard crumpled to the ground. Sting stepped over the form, pushed the doors open with his bat and walked into the arena. The others followed silently, Raven being unable to resist giving the guard a small light kick in the side as he did. Once inside, Sting turned to Undertaker who was looking around with the air of someone who was back in a poisonous environment. His nostrils flared as he scoped out the empty corridor, his eyes half-narrowed as though trying to identify something.
"You can sense Bischoff?" Sting asked
"His stench is everywhere" replied Undertaker in that curious rumble of a voice "it cannot be escaped or eradicated easily" he turned suddenly to Sting "would you like me to locate your contact?"
Sting knew that Undertaker had already worked out who the contact was. His powers lay in the very environment he found himself in, he was able to mould it to suit himself but most of all was able to manipulate the people in it for his own advantage. It was a great and destructive power which Undertaker had lost and gained several times over through his continual burials and rebirths. There was a time when he'd allowed his powers to take him over, they engulfed him and he forged alliances with the Vince Mcmahon, kidnapping Vince's daughter Stephanie in order to get to Stone Cold Steve Austin. His powers has totally taken him over, breaking him down from the inside so he'd managed to pull himself away and purged himself of them in the desert. After a few years of fighting without them, he'd been buried by his demonic half-brother Kane, allowing the powers to slowly seep back into him. Now he merely used it for the way it was meant to be used, to help bring the right people to justice. Sting knew that Undertaker was filled with a great sense of justice now, determined to do what was right as the Dark Warrior felt guided since he now knew he could never be separated from his powers again.
Undertaker raised his hand again, holding the palm up flat against the air. The air seemed to tingle
"Left, then the first corridor on the left, the second room along" Undertaker said
Sting nodded, shouldering his bat. Undertaker would rarely be wrong about something like this and they couldn't afford to burst in on someone who wasn't the contact. Then the element of surprise was all gone. Undertaker opened his eyes and breathed out one long cool breath.
"Bischoff's stench, its coating everything I can feel" he said, eyes flickering around "I cannot pinpoint its exact source but we are going to need to be on edge, his cronies haunt every corner in order to maintain some semblance of control"
Raven and Beulah immediately separated and stood a little way behind Undertaker and Sting with their backs to them, eyeing the corridor now before them with a vigorous intensity. They planned on letting no one ruin the Warrior's meeting with the contact. Sting and Undertaker stared straight ahead, hearing the noises of people moving in and out of rooms but seeing no one.
"Can you sense them?" asked Sting
Undertaker nodded slowly, closing his eyes again.
"They're up ahead but I do not think our paths will cross" he replied quietly "if we move quickly, no one will know"
"Walker, Shadows keep it tight at the back" Sting ordered "if anyone approaches us then take care of it, no one must know we are here"
"Got it" Beulah replied, turning so that she was facing the front again as Raven swung round as well.
They began moving, together in a tight pack. If anyone had seen them, they would have seen four very different people with the same determined look in their steely eyes. Sting hefted his bat onto his other shoulder, looking around continually as they hung a left into the first corridor. The four moved, breathed as one, completely in step with one another. He was proud of synchronisation; it was almost like a machine but with living breathing souls. Quickly they arrived at a door. Sting raised a black-gloved fist and knocked on it. This was it. The beginning of the whole rampage, the next fulfilment of his prophecy.
There was a short taut pause and then there was the sound of a lock being undone. Then the door slowly opened. Sting hesitated only a short moment, the thought of a pre-planned ambush going through his mind before stepped through into the locker room. One by one, the other three followed making sure to shut the door behind them. They stood, looking at the person who had called them all to the arena, the one who knew that Bischoff had to be stopped.
Before them stood Victoria.