Disclaimer: I own nothing I swear. Your reviews are great so thanks so much!! They really buoy me up. Enjoy!
OLD RIVALS
It was all a question of waiting. Sting smiled as he shifted his ball bat to his other hand. Patience had gotten him a long way in life. He'd kept himself silent for a year and a half, being patient, waiting for the right time and the right words to come. When they had, they were clear, powerful and succinct. His reward for being patient.
Raven sat cross-legged on the floor, a worn black notebook in one hand and Beulah lying full length on her back beside him, her head pillowed in his lap. Her eyes stared at the non-descript ceiling, seeming to find something fascinating in the mundane. They sat silently, so in-tune with the other's breathing and thinking patterns. Like two parts melded into one by contact, one person one mind functioning in two. Sting observed them through his blackened eyes. Raven seemed not to blink, his eyes completely focused on the notebook in his hand as he read through what was written there silently, his other hand gently stroking through Beulah's honeyed hair. Beulah herself had fixed her eyes still on the ceiling, seeming to see something there no one else could. Sting suspected that it was more likely she was staring at the sky, trying to piece together the weather that was there.
The door swung open and Victoria walked in, a wide smile on face.
"Mission accomplished Warrior" she exclaimed joyfully "your gift was dropped off as planned and I managed to get a few papers which may help somewhat in discovering what Bischoff and Evolution are planning"
"The scorpion scared Bischoff" a new voice spoke up as Undertaker walked into the room "he is currently attempting to convince security that it was just one of the boys pulling a prank"
Sting smiled
"Pleasing news" was all he said "what papers did you find Priestess?"
She pulled the papers from under her top and handed them over to Sting. He carefully unfolded them, scanning them quickly before raising an eyebrow at Victoria, asking for further explanation.
"He's been given large sums of money and been taking them out again and the memo pad note, it makes me think he's been contacting old employees" Victoria recounted "but what I can't work out is who out of all his old employees would want to talk to him, I mean they pretty much all hated him? right?"
"Eric did not make friends" replied Sting, his mind back to WCW in a whirl of colours and angry harsh words "he broke people and spoiled their dreams while showering money on those at the top to keep them locked in contracts"
"Did you get some good money?" asked Beulah from her position on the floor, her head tilted slightly towards him
"Eric provided.........generous compensation for my presence there" answered Sting, his eyes on the past "money for my silence and my loyalty to his stinking company, I was not loyal to him, I was loyal to the fans who had remained with me for so many years, I could not leave and break their hearts"
Raven nodded slowly, raising his eyes finally from his notebook
"I know loyalty" he uttered "I've had fans who have followed me since I first was born in ECW and they still adore me now in the TNA, it is hard to do things which you know will hurt them deeply but sometimes they have to be done"
"But sometimes they cannot be allowed to happen" countered Sting
"So Eric is giving money to these old comrades of your's Warrior?" suggested Beulah
"Could be" replied Sting "But why would they take his money and what does Evolution have to do with it?"
"If you want to catch some meat, I believe Evolution will be walking along this corridor in a few moments and we may be able to intercept them" Undertaker said quietly "though I do advice that Shadows remains unseen as then she can approach them tonight without being recognised and attacked"
"Agreed" said Beulah
"Ready for a fight Walker?" asked Sting, getting to his feet as a hint of a smile touched his lips
"Always Dark Warrior"
Undertaker opened the door, allowing the other two men to step outside. Victoria stepped outside after them, clutching a black cap and dull jacket in her hand. As they began walking, she tucking her thick mane of black hair securely under it and pulled the jacket on over her clothes. If she could help it, she would remain anonymous. They walked side by side, unrecognisable to anyone who met them yet they appeared an unnerving unknown quartet of dark brooding silence.
"Get a load of this bunch of freaks" a mocking voice spoke behind them
Slowly all four of them turned, Victoria's head dipped so that they could not see her face. Evolution stood sneering before them. That is, until Flair caught sight of Sting. At the sight of his long-term nemesis he paled considerably
"Sting? What the hell are you doing here? Last I heard you were in the TNA with him" Flair asked astonished, gesturing to Raven
"Sting? As in WCW's Sting?" Triple H said, surprise colouring his voice "never thought you'd show your face in a WWE arena"
"Sometimes, drastic times call for drastic measures correct?" Sting asked, his ball bat in one hand and his eyes on Flair
"But what would be so drastic as to make you show your face here?" persisted Flair urgently
"Shadow games and dark rebellion" Sting answered, his tone rich and scratchy
"Hey! I recognise you; you were the legend of WCW" Randy Orton, young arrogant and brash, spoke up "well you're talking to a bonefide legend and legend killer right here"
"Oh really?" Sting's sparse words were coloured with mocking "I was not sure how to address one so young and arrogant but now I know"
Randy smirked at the man before him and ran a hand over the shining gold championship belt which was draped over one of his shoulders. It was clear that he saw no threat standing before him
"Taker what are you doing here?" asked Flair, now addressing the cold silent legend
"Keeping a friend company" was the only rumbling answer he got
"Well do you have a purpose here?" asked Triple H "because quite frankly, we're sick of dealing with washed out losers, has-beens and never-weres"
"You will find out" replied Sting
"How about we just deal with them now?" suggested Randy, a bored tone to his voice
"I'm down with that" spoke by Batista, for the first time
The two younger members of Evolution leapt towards the silent quartet as they spoke. Randy managed to knock Victoria to the ground and began smashing punches into her fallen figure. Victoria fought off approaching nausea and kicked him hard with her long legs before catching him with a hard punch the jaw. Batista had gone straight for Raven who with his smaller stature seemed the easiest target. He swung with a powerful punch only to miss and receive a rain of hard fists in his back. Raven smirked to himself as the large man swung around to try and deal with him. This was a mission that suited him fine.
Sting meanwhile had kept his eyes on the two elder members of Evolution. Flair was staring at him wide-eyed, completely taken aback with his presence there. Flair knew him well, he knew how Sting thought. He knew it would have to be a pretty hefty reason for him to be present in the arena. Therefore he knew it had to be something to do with them. He knew who his strange group of people were here to deal with. And it frightened him. With a mirthless smile, Sting slowly dropped his black duster to the floor and began to walk towards Flair. He wore black pants and a black singlet adorned with his white scorpion symbol, matching his black and white face. His vigilante gear, the ones that made him blend perfectly with the shadows. His eyes focused totally on Flair
Flair could hold the key to everything. It was no secret that he was the brains behind Evolution.
Triple H frowned, realising Sting's intent and after a few split seconds of decision making, he began running towards the approaching Warrior. Without the need for any effort, Sting struck the wrestler down with a hard blow with his ball bat to the head. Triple H lay on the ground groaning, trying to fight unconsciousness. Undertaker stepped towards him
"I'll deal with the man down" he spoke quietly
Sting nodded and continued on his path towards Flair. Flair looked petrified; he was not dressed for fighting in his neat blue suit. He was dressed for doing deals and getting his men to the top. His days of ruling the ring were over but apparently not over behind the scenes nor from want of trying. Sting slowed as he appeared in front of him.
Raven blocked a punch but received a nasty kick to his mid-section instead. Batista smiled at the caused pain and swung Raven neatly into a slam onto the cold harsh floor. Victoria meanwhile was trying desperately to retain her disguise and also fight off a determined Randy Orton. Felling him with a vicious clothesline, she dropped a quick legdrop on him. Triple H had since revived to find the Undertaker smiling unpleasantly at him. Currently he was trying to gain the upper hand but to no apparent avail
"I thought bygones were bygones between us" Flair said "you and me, we fought the last Nitro match, we finished it all off the way it was supposed to go, why drag all our past back into the WWE?"
"Because I know you are planning something" Sting replied, slowing to a complete stop "I know that you and your little cronies are planning something with that slime Bischoff and I want to know what it is"
"Oh you want in? You want in our little group? Its not gonna happen" smirked Flair regaining some of his legendary confidence
"Then I guess you are gonna have to get hurt"
Sting lifted the ball bat and swung it towards Flair rapidly. Flair ducked out of the way and managed to fire some punches at Sting. There were punches and kicks being thrown everywhere. Victoria had managed to use Randy's momentum against him and had thrown him a good length of the hallway. She stopped, breathing hard and watched as her comrades fought. There was a distinct serenity to the way they fought, as though it was no effort to them while Evolution had an insistent angry aggressive technique. Sting had fought Flair off and was currently delivering some hard jabs to the gut area, his bat discarded on the floor. Undertaker was methodically punching Triple H who lay slumped against a wall while Raven ducked another punch of Batista's and leapt on his back to choke him out. Suddenly Victoria lurched forward and found herself facing concrete. Randy had recovered and clubbed her hard in the back.
Flair was pressed up against the wall as Sting held the retrieved bat up hard against his neck. He moved closer so he could talk unheard to his old rival
"Stop your money games and stop choking the business otherwise this will not be the last time you see us only next time you will be collectively laid to waste" Flair's wide eyes bulged and he gasped for breath, his face reddening "we are not playing games with you, we are here to deal out justice, remember that Flair? That thing that I was so eager to pursue in WCW, it is still on my heart and I still have prophecies to fulfil, if I were you I would begin to undo all that has been done"
Abruptly, Sting let go off the bat and released Flair who slumped to the floor. Sting thumped the floor once with his bat and walked away, picking up his coat as he did. Undertaker dropped Triple H in a hard slam before stepping over his prey and following the Warrior, as always totally in sync to his surroundings. Raven had just managed a hard Even Flow DDT onto Batista which had knocked him out when he'd made impact on the concrete and Victoria had flung Randy into the nearest wall. They both followed Undertaker down the corridor, leaving Evolution in beaten tatters and wounded pride.
OLD RIVALS
It was all a question of waiting. Sting smiled as he shifted his ball bat to his other hand. Patience had gotten him a long way in life. He'd kept himself silent for a year and a half, being patient, waiting for the right time and the right words to come. When they had, they were clear, powerful and succinct. His reward for being patient.
Raven sat cross-legged on the floor, a worn black notebook in one hand and Beulah lying full length on her back beside him, her head pillowed in his lap. Her eyes stared at the non-descript ceiling, seeming to find something fascinating in the mundane. They sat silently, so in-tune with the other's breathing and thinking patterns. Like two parts melded into one by contact, one person one mind functioning in two. Sting observed them through his blackened eyes. Raven seemed not to blink, his eyes completely focused on the notebook in his hand as he read through what was written there silently, his other hand gently stroking through Beulah's honeyed hair. Beulah herself had fixed her eyes still on the ceiling, seeming to see something there no one else could. Sting suspected that it was more likely she was staring at the sky, trying to piece together the weather that was there.
The door swung open and Victoria walked in, a wide smile on face.
"Mission accomplished Warrior" she exclaimed joyfully "your gift was dropped off as planned and I managed to get a few papers which may help somewhat in discovering what Bischoff and Evolution are planning"
"The scorpion scared Bischoff" a new voice spoke up as Undertaker walked into the room "he is currently attempting to convince security that it was just one of the boys pulling a prank"
Sting smiled
"Pleasing news" was all he said "what papers did you find Priestess?"
She pulled the papers from under her top and handed them over to Sting. He carefully unfolded them, scanning them quickly before raising an eyebrow at Victoria, asking for further explanation.
"He's been given large sums of money and been taking them out again and the memo pad note, it makes me think he's been contacting old employees" Victoria recounted "but what I can't work out is who out of all his old employees would want to talk to him, I mean they pretty much all hated him? right?"
"Eric did not make friends" replied Sting, his mind back to WCW in a whirl of colours and angry harsh words "he broke people and spoiled their dreams while showering money on those at the top to keep them locked in contracts"
"Did you get some good money?" asked Beulah from her position on the floor, her head tilted slightly towards him
"Eric provided.........generous compensation for my presence there" answered Sting, his eyes on the past "money for my silence and my loyalty to his stinking company, I was not loyal to him, I was loyal to the fans who had remained with me for so many years, I could not leave and break their hearts"
Raven nodded slowly, raising his eyes finally from his notebook
"I know loyalty" he uttered "I've had fans who have followed me since I first was born in ECW and they still adore me now in the TNA, it is hard to do things which you know will hurt them deeply but sometimes they have to be done"
"But sometimes they cannot be allowed to happen" countered Sting
"So Eric is giving money to these old comrades of your's Warrior?" suggested Beulah
"Could be" replied Sting "But why would they take his money and what does Evolution have to do with it?"
"If you want to catch some meat, I believe Evolution will be walking along this corridor in a few moments and we may be able to intercept them" Undertaker said quietly "though I do advice that Shadows remains unseen as then she can approach them tonight without being recognised and attacked"
"Agreed" said Beulah
"Ready for a fight Walker?" asked Sting, getting to his feet as a hint of a smile touched his lips
"Always Dark Warrior"
Undertaker opened the door, allowing the other two men to step outside. Victoria stepped outside after them, clutching a black cap and dull jacket in her hand. As they began walking, she tucking her thick mane of black hair securely under it and pulled the jacket on over her clothes. If she could help it, she would remain anonymous. They walked side by side, unrecognisable to anyone who met them yet they appeared an unnerving unknown quartet of dark brooding silence.
"Get a load of this bunch of freaks" a mocking voice spoke behind them
Slowly all four of them turned, Victoria's head dipped so that they could not see her face. Evolution stood sneering before them. That is, until Flair caught sight of Sting. At the sight of his long-term nemesis he paled considerably
"Sting? What the hell are you doing here? Last I heard you were in the TNA with him" Flair asked astonished, gesturing to Raven
"Sting? As in WCW's Sting?" Triple H said, surprise colouring his voice "never thought you'd show your face in a WWE arena"
"Sometimes, drastic times call for drastic measures correct?" Sting asked, his ball bat in one hand and his eyes on Flair
"But what would be so drastic as to make you show your face here?" persisted Flair urgently
"Shadow games and dark rebellion" Sting answered, his tone rich and scratchy
"Hey! I recognise you; you were the legend of WCW" Randy Orton, young arrogant and brash, spoke up "well you're talking to a bonefide legend and legend killer right here"
"Oh really?" Sting's sparse words were coloured with mocking "I was not sure how to address one so young and arrogant but now I know"
Randy smirked at the man before him and ran a hand over the shining gold championship belt which was draped over one of his shoulders. It was clear that he saw no threat standing before him
"Taker what are you doing here?" asked Flair, now addressing the cold silent legend
"Keeping a friend company" was the only rumbling answer he got
"Well do you have a purpose here?" asked Triple H "because quite frankly, we're sick of dealing with washed out losers, has-beens and never-weres"
"You will find out" replied Sting
"How about we just deal with them now?" suggested Randy, a bored tone to his voice
"I'm down with that" spoke by Batista, for the first time
The two younger members of Evolution leapt towards the silent quartet as they spoke. Randy managed to knock Victoria to the ground and began smashing punches into her fallen figure. Victoria fought off approaching nausea and kicked him hard with her long legs before catching him with a hard punch the jaw. Batista had gone straight for Raven who with his smaller stature seemed the easiest target. He swung with a powerful punch only to miss and receive a rain of hard fists in his back. Raven smirked to himself as the large man swung around to try and deal with him. This was a mission that suited him fine.
Sting meanwhile had kept his eyes on the two elder members of Evolution. Flair was staring at him wide-eyed, completely taken aback with his presence there. Flair knew him well, he knew how Sting thought. He knew it would have to be a pretty hefty reason for him to be present in the arena. Therefore he knew it had to be something to do with them. He knew who his strange group of people were here to deal with. And it frightened him. With a mirthless smile, Sting slowly dropped his black duster to the floor and began to walk towards Flair. He wore black pants and a black singlet adorned with his white scorpion symbol, matching his black and white face. His vigilante gear, the ones that made him blend perfectly with the shadows. His eyes focused totally on Flair
Flair could hold the key to everything. It was no secret that he was the brains behind Evolution.
Triple H frowned, realising Sting's intent and after a few split seconds of decision making, he began running towards the approaching Warrior. Without the need for any effort, Sting struck the wrestler down with a hard blow with his ball bat to the head. Triple H lay on the ground groaning, trying to fight unconsciousness. Undertaker stepped towards him
"I'll deal with the man down" he spoke quietly
Sting nodded and continued on his path towards Flair. Flair looked petrified; he was not dressed for fighting in his neat blue suit. He was dressed for doing deals and getting his men to the top. His days of ruling the ring were over but apparently not over behind the scenes nor from want of trying. Sting slowed as he appeared in front of him.
Raven blocked a punch but received a nasty kick to his mid-section instead. Batista smiled at the caused pain and swung Raven neatly into a slam onto the cold harsh floor. Victoria meanwhile was trying desperately to retain her disguise and also fight off a determined Randy Orton. Felling him with a vicious clothesline, she dropped a quick legdrop on him. Triple H had since revived to find the Undertaker smiling unpleasantly at him. Currently he was trying to gain the upper hand but to no apparent avail
"I thought bygones were bygones between us" Flair said "you and me, we fought the last Nitro match, we finished it all off the way it was supposed to go, why drag all our past back into the WWE?"
"Because I know you are planning something" Sting replied, slowing to a complete stop "I know that you and your little cronies are planning something with that slime Bischoff and I want to know what it is"
"Oh you want in? You want in our little group? Its not gonna happen" smirked Flair regaining some of his legendary confidence
"Then I guess you are gonna have to get hurt"
Sting lifted the ball bat and swung it towards Flair rapidly. Flair ducked out of the way and managed to fire some punches at Sting. There were punches and kicks being thrown everywhere. Victoria had managed to use Randy's momentum against him and had thrown him a good length of the hallway. She stopped, breathing hard and watched as her comrades fought. There was a distinct serenity to the way they fought, as though it was no effort to them while Evolution had an insistent angry aggressive technique. Sting had fought Flair off and was currently delivering some hard jabs to the gut area, his bat discarded on the floor. Undertaker was methodically punching Triple H who lay slumped against a wall while Raven ducked another punch of Batista's and leapt on his back to choke him out. Suddenly Victoria lurched forward and found herself facing concrete. Randy had recovered and clubbed her hard in the back.
Flair was pressed up against the wall as Sting held the retrieved bat up hard against his neck. He moved closer so he could talk unheard to his old rival
"Stop your money games and stop choking the business otherwise this will not be the last time you see us only next time you will be collectively laid to waste" Flair's wide eyes bulged and he gasped for breath, his face reddening "we are not playing games with you, we are here to deal out justice, remember that Flair? That thing that I was so eager to pursue in WCW, it is still on my heart and I still have prophecies to fulfil, if I were you I would begin to undo all that has been done"
Abruptly, Sting let go off the bat and released Flair who slumped to the floor. Sting thumped the floor once with his bat and walked away, picking up his coat as he did. Undertaker dropped Triple H in a hard slam before stepping over his prey and following the Warrior, as always totally in sync to his surroundings. Raven had just managed a hard Even Flow DDT onto Batista which had knocked him out when he'd made impact on the concrete and Victoria had flung Randy into the nearest wall. They both followed Undertaker down the corridor, leaving Evolution in beaten tatters and wounded pride.