TakerTakeMe presents... Locked Up!
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Summary: Stephanie and Jericho obviously want each other, but neither one will admit it. The Undertaker, a romantic at heart, decides to play match-maker. Will Steph and Jericho finally realize their true feelings?
TAKER'S PLAN
"Hey Stephanie, can we talk for a minute?"
Stephanie was surprised when the Undertaker called her name. She looked up at him, fear etched across her features. "You're not gonna kidnap me again, are you?" she asked nervously.
"That's all in the past. Have I apologized for that? If I haven't, I'm really very sorry," Taker said quickly. Apologizing just wasn't one of his favorite things to do. He tried to speak to her in a gentle voice because he knew that his actions in the past and his size probably intimidated her.
"What are you up to, Taker?" she asked suspiciously.
"We need to talk, but it's not private enough here. Would you mind going for a walk with me?" he asked. When she nodded slowly, he smiled. "Great. I've got the perfect place in mind, and we've got a lot to talk about..."
He put his arm around her shoulder and they started walking away...
"I've never been down here," Steph said a few minutes later, a little breathlessly. They had walked in what seemed like a maze around this huge building before finally going down an extremely dark corridor and reaching a dark room downstairs. She'd never even known this arena had an underground floor. I'll never find my way back, she thought.
"I know this place like the back of my hand. I've been here a lot," Taker said, smiling as they stopped in front of the door. He pulled out a key.
"So that explains why you have a key to this room then," she stated as he unlocked the door.
"I've got friends here," he said evasively. He opened the door and held it for her. She paused for a minute, then entered the room.
"What a setup. You got a date or something?" she asked. The place was impressive. It looked like a hotel room, and it had been nicely set up. Roses, candles, a table set for two, soft music...
"You could say that someone has a date," he said, smiling. Just then, his cell phone went off. "One sec," he told her. He walked over to a corner a little away from her and took the call. When he came back over, he had a weird expression on his face. "I forgot something," he said. "Wait here, I'll be right back."
"Wait, you're leaving me here?" she asked, getting worried.
"Don't worry. You won't be alone for too long," he said. He gave her a knowing smile and felt better when she visibly relaxed. He closed the door behind him and locked her in as quietly as possible. Then he was off to find Chris Jericho...
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
"Jericho, can I have a word?" Taker asked a few minutes later when he entered Jericho's locker room.
"Uh, sure," Jericho said, running a hand nervously through his blond hair. He stood up.
"What if I told you that someone had something for you downstairs?" Taker asked. "What would you say?"
"There's a downstairs?" Jericho asked, raising a brow.
"Yeah... Come with me, it'll only take a few minutes," Taker said. He turned on his heel and walked out, not worrying about whether or not he was being followed. He knew it was hard for anyone to disobey a direct order from him. He scared everyone.
"It's kinda dark down here, don't you think?" Jericho asked a few minutes later as they traveled down the dark corridor on the underground floor.
"Darkness is good," Taker said. They stopped in front of the room which Stephanie was waiting in. "We're here."
"You have a key?" Jericho asked, raising a brow when Taker pulled a key out of his pocket so he could unlock the door.
"I've been here a lot. And I've got friends here," Taker explained for the second time in one night. He opened the door and let Jericho in first.
"Hey, Taker, I've been exploring around this place and-" Steph stopped mid-sentence when she noticed that Taker wasn't alone. "What the hell is this? Why is he here?" she exploded.
"What's she doing here?" Jericho asked. He wasn't as mad as Stephanie seemed to be, though. In fact, he was a bit delighted.
"Look, you both want each other," Taker said. "If someone has to force you to realize it, I guess it's gonna be me."
"So this... It was a setup?" Steph asked, getting angry.
"Duh! And I'm the blond one," Jericho said.
"Who asked for your input, Y2L?" she asked angrily.
"How many times do I have to tell you that my name isn't Y2L?" he asked back, now getting a little testy.
"Y2 Loser. The name still fits you well," she said, smirking at him.
"This room is pretty much soundproof," Taker said as he started to back out of the room. "Can't get much of a cell phone signal... Oh yeah, and it locks from the outside. Consider yourselves...locked up." He slammed the door shut and locked it, even as he felt the knob trying to turn. "Well, somebody had to," he said aloud, then left and headed back down the hallway so he could go have some dinner...