The New Exiles

By Agent-G And The Uncanny R-Man

Shout Outs-

Ruby631: He didn't exist in that world since those kind of vampires can't create half-vampires.

Damn-my-name-was-taken: Sorry to hear about your turtle and your insane cousin.

X-Over: Sorry this is more of a humorous story no evil villains or anything like that at the moment.

Bluzer: Silly how? I'd like to know exactly what you mean by that otherwise how can we improve our writing? But we both like to add some humor to the story a little, if that's what you meant. This chapter is more of a comedic chapter then serious just as a change of pace.

Chapter 9: Wrestling in the Past

Exiles Complex-

The Exiles had stopped of at the complex to change into more civilian clothing and to wash off and clean up after their last mission. Heather of course went straight to the shower to get off all the dust and slime. Later they were gathered in the transporter room waiting around for Guardian to show up. They were all wearing normal clothing now. Blink was in a skirt and T-shirt, Heather and August were in blue jeans and simple shirts. Heather had on a jacket although.

Vincent was wearing dark jeans with a shirt to match but kept his brown jacket though. Jono was wearing all black but sported a leather trench coat. All but Morph had changed but since he could look like anything there was little point in him to change clothing when he could do it himself.

The large doors hissed opened and their benefactor walked in. "Well I hope you enjoy yourselves."

"Where exactly are you sending us?" August asked him.

"Ever seen the King of the Ring of '98?" He asked with a smile.

Chamber's face lit up with a smile. "Isn't that the famous Hell in a Cell match between Foley and Undertaker?"

"The very same." He dug out a few impressive laminated passes. "These should let you in almost any area plus I got a sky box there for you all."

"Sweet!" Morph cried out and took his. "I always wanted to go in one of those."

Vincent shrugged. "Should be interesting I never got to see anything past '97 anyway."

"Why?" Morph said.

Vince raised an eyebrow. "Cause in '97 the Sentinels started their war."

"Wait a minute I thought you said you wrote Matrix fan fiction?" Chamber said slightly confused. "That came out after '98."

Vincent looked a little surprised. "In my world it came out in '95."

"Whoa serious...man who knew the Wachowski brothers must have gotten a earlier start in your world." Heather commented.

"Who?" Vince asked her. "The one I did was done by Spielberg and stared Ben Affleck."

Now the others were little surprised, well except Guardian he chuckled at bit. "Yes, well you'll find out there have been a few changes in many worlds. Anyway I also have this for you Clarice." He handed her a watch and she studied it.

"It's a holo watch. Since Mutants don't exist in that world I think this would be a bit easier for you to walk around.' She smiled and put it on. Then she watched her activate it, she now had brown hair, and matching eyes and her skin was a more normal looking color.

She checked out her arms with surprise. "Well now that your ready I'll send you on your way. I have set the machine to bring you back an hour after the event, but if you need to return sooner just use the PADD or the recall devices if some of you want to come back sooner." He told them as he went over to the controls and they stood on the platform.

After the teleportation, which was surprising always smooth and newly instantly, they found themselves in the backstage area of an arena. They looked around the place and there didn't seem to be anyone around. "So I guess we should find the sky box." Heather said looking at her pass to see it read Sky Box #3 on it.

"Well let's go." Morph said.

"Uh...Morph." August said to him. "Shouldn't you change?" Morph looked down and saw he was still in his normal form.

"Oops." He said sheepishly and quickly turned into a short brown haired man with a WWF T-shirt on it. (WWE was still WWF in that time so the World Wild Life foundation can eat it if they got a problem with that.)He started walking to a door.

"Do you know where you're even going?" Vince asked him seriously.

"Hey I got a great sense of direction." He claimed as he put his hand on the door. "It has to be right this way." Little did he know Mick Foley AKA Mankind was going up the stairs and to the very same door.

He was a little nervous cause this was his big night. This match would make or break his career. He checked a few things off, his mandible claw, and then took out a bag. He opened it and found the thumbtacks he was going to need. He was about to open the door when it suddenly burst open quickly and slammed him in the face he fell down the stairs the bag of tacks went flying and spilled over the stairs as he rolled on them while falling.

When he finally stopped he was out cold and not too healthy looking either. Morph who had opened the door looked in and took a look at what had happened. "Oops." He said quietly.

The other Exiles had gathered around the fallen wrestler. Heather being a doctor in her world was the best to see how he was doing. "Well he'll live but he won't be happy." She said darkly.

"What's that by his nose?" August pointed at a small white thing.

Vince took it and gave it a look. "That would be his tooth."

"Eew." She said looking at the bloody mess. "I don't even want to know how a tooth got to the outside of his face under his nose."

"What happened to his ear?" Blink asked seeing that he was missing most of it. "Don't tell me he lost that in the ring?"

"Yeah it was in Germany, there's this thing where the wrestler gets his head caught in the ropes and well they were a little tight so when he head was pushed through..."

Blink grimaced at the mental image. "And they do this for a living?"

"We should get this guy to the paramedics." Jono said and they helped pick him up and quickly took out many of the tacks still in his body as they could and placed then in the bag. They managed to sneak around to the trainers offices by having Jono used some telepathy to make anyone forget what they just saw and then made the medical personal help Foley and put in a suggestion not to call in an ambulance unless it was necessary.

"I didn't know you could do all that with your mind." Blink asked him as they watched the man work on the wrestler.

Jono shrugged. "I wasn't until Sinister got his hands on me. Not only did I get my lower face back luv, but my powers were slightly altered like how I can still use my bio-nuclear energy discharges but they don't rip my chest open now." He explained to her. "I'm still learning and I'm not as powerful as someone like Jean Grey or Xavier, but I can do things like this."

After they made sure Foley would be all right they were outside thinking on what to do next. "This is bad." Chamber stated. "If I remember right then this was supposed to launch his carrier, if he doesn't wrestle...he would most likely lose his job."

"Is that bad?" Morph asked. "I mean there's got to be better jobs then this."

"Well take into account he has a wife and two kids to take care of, plus the rest of his life needs this carrier to launch it." Chamber told him with a steady gaze.

"Once again...oops." Morph said slouching a little.

"Well he has to wrestle." Blink said to them. "I don't think Guardian would appreciate us ruining things on our time off."

"What are we going to do?" Morph asked her. "Have someone take his place?" Then he noticed everyone looking at him. "What?"

The Complex-

Guardian was working in the labs, the other Exiles didn't use it since they weren't the science types, well except for Heather but she was a medical doctor and she was more interested in working with Doc in the medical ward. Currently he was looking at a simulation of John Proudstar's body. So far he had tried nanites, gene-therapy, cellular regeneration, artificial brain waves, none of them effective.

Normally this shouldn't be so much of a problem but John's brain wasn't normal. All the 'modifications' Apocalypse had done to it made it a real mess to sort through since he had to reverse engineer the entire brain to see just how it worked and with all the years he had spent learning all about medicine and technology he still didn't know enough to accurately find the problem.

He was also getting frustrated, here was a man that was trapped in a limbo and he was powerless to do anything. He hated that feeling. The feeling of being powerless, it was just a reminder of the few times in his life that when he couldn't help and how he hadn't been able to safe those lives. "Arg!" He shouted out and kicked one of the tables denting it.

Alfred appeared then. "Sir, may I suggest you take it easy your stress levels are very high at the moment."

Adam sighed to himself and leaned against a lab table with chemicals on it. "I know...I just...I just hate not being able to help out." He rubbed his temples feeling a headache coming on. "I may have to try more...extreme ways if I can't think of anything else."

Alfred tipped his head. "I hope you don't mean go for a spirit walk. Sir every time you try that it leaves you drained and vulnerable plus it might not work in his case."

"Yeah I know...going to the spirit realm is hard but I have to find out what happened to his essence...at least the Exiles are having a good time."

Later-

The Exiles had found their skybox and where enjoying the show so far, it was a lavish pad with lots of food ordered for them and a great view of the ring. "You know this is actually kind of interesting." Heather said then winced as somebody just got slammed onto the mat. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"A little but I hear that they try and do the moves so they look painful but it hurts not as much as it looks, that and so they don't kill or maim each other." Vincent told her. "I saw a few documentaries on this, but as a word of advice never say it's all fake to their faces, wrestlers really hate that.

"Man this has a great mini-bar and the food is great." August said taking a plate of food from the tray and coming back to the window to watch the show. "So when is Morph up?"

"Should be right next." Jono said. "You know I wish the British Bulldog was still here, I would have loved to have gotten his autograph."

"Yeah I feel the same about Bret Heart." Vincent said standing next to him with a beer.

Backstage-

Morph looking like Mick Foley in the wrestling gear complete with the leather mask, white shirt with a tie, baggy pants, black wrestling boots and long tangled hair and he had been pacing the entire time. 'How the Hell did I get talked into this?' He thought.

'Cause this was your fault.'

'Jono!' Morph thought back to him. 'What are you doing in my head?'

'Look, I know what you need to do so I'm going to coach you through it.'

"Hey Mick you're on next." Came a person with a headset and wearing a company shirt.

Morph stood there. 'That's you Morph move it.'

"Oh yeah." He said going through the arena and to the opening. 'Don't forget one of those chairs, you're going to need it' Morph was about to ask why when he figured Camber knew what he was talking about so he looked around and saw a few fold-up chairs near by. He grabbed it and continued on his way.

The others watched as the giant cage lowed itself to the floor. "What...is that?" Blink asked.

"That would be the Hell in a Cell cage." Camber said to her. Suddenly music started to blare and Morph as Mick Foley strolled out with a chair. The audience did the usual applause and 'Mick' made his way to the cage.

'So what now Chamber?' Morph asked with his thoughts.

'First throw up that chair on the top of the cage and then climb up.' Jono told him. Morph did what he said and when he finally got to the top, which was a lot harder than it looked, the lights went out.

"What the hell?" Morph said. Then a bell sounded and out came the Undertaker. Morph looked at the tall six-foot dark haired and kind of spooky man and was suddenly thankful for the chair. With Jono's coaching Morph did his best to try and put on a good show. The Undertaker climbed the cage and they started the match. When he was close to the edge of the cage and the Undertaker had him by the throat he was a little worried about falling.

'Hey Jono isn't this kind of close, what if I fall?'

'Actually you see that table down there?' Morph saw it and said yes. 'Well he's about to throw you onto it so I suggest you change the skin under your clothing into some kind of padding or this is going to hurt.'

'WHAT?' But before he could say anything else he was thrown off the cage and landed on the table as the announcer JR cried out. "Oh my God they've killed him!"

The Exiles winced as they saw him go through the table. Heather covered her eyes. "Is he dead? Are they bringing out the body bags?"

"Don't worry he's actually fine." Camber said to her. They saw his face take on a few expressions as he was 'talking' with Morph. "Well he's pissed, and very vocal about it, but he's fine. Look here come the EMTs."

The cage was rising as they took an 'injured Mick' from the stadium. 'Well at least that's over.' Morph thought.

'Actually you have to get up and go back up the cage.' Jono said to him.

'You're kidding me!'

'Do it Morph, you got yourself into this and you have to do it.' Morph reluctantly got up and climbed the cage once again. The Undertaker did the same and once again they went at it.

They match went pretty much the way it happened. Morph fell thorough the top of the cage to the bottom, which of course he swore at Jono for two minutes straight for not telling him sooner. They continued to go at it and Morph was getting a whole new respect for wrestlers, especially since this Undertaker guy wasn't pulling his punches too much. That and his kicks, elbows and ramming him into things also hurt like hell too.

When it came to the thumbtacks he was a little reluctant to use them but Jono insisted that's what happened. So he pulled the bag and poured them onto the mat. He just wished Jono had told him he would get slammed onto it not once but twice. When he got the tombstone pile driver and Jono told him to stay down there was only one thing on his mind. 'Thank God that's finally over!'

He was taken out of the ring at the end of the match and the Exiles put their last bit of the plan in motion. Blink used her portals and with Jono managed to 'convince' the medics to make a little detour. They managed to switch Morph for Mick and they went back to the Skybox to enjoy the last match.

Well the others did, Morph was laying on the couch moaning about everything. "Morph, you're fine, you took most of the shots by changing your skin in time and anything else the Doc can fix when we get back, don't be such a baby." Jono told him.

"I like to see you go through that." He said back to him glaring. "And I'm not acting like a baby." He muttered as he crossed his arms.

After all was said and done they decided that Morph needed to get to the Doc, even if it was just to shut him up about it all. As they arrived back home, Guardian came to meet them. "So how was it?" He asked them smiling.

Morph strolled past him in a bad mood and a visible black eye and stalked off to the medical ward. He turned back to them. Guardian blinked then turned with a more serious look on his face "What happened? It was supposed to be a nice and quiet little vacation?"

"Before or after Morph nearly killed Mick Foley?" August asked him.

"WHAT?" He said, clearly not happy about that.

"Don't worry we fixed it." Blink told him quickly, now with her hologram gone.

He stood there a moment then pinched the bridge of his nose. "You know what...never mind I have a feeling I wouldn't like the answer." He turned and left them standing there. 'This just isn't my day...I think I'm the one that needs a vacation...God when was the last time I took some time off?'

"Well besides the Morph incident I had a good time." Vincent said shrugging; it was true it had been a very long time since he had that good of a time.

"I'll admit I've never watched wrestling before but it was kind of cool." Blink said.

"Yeah and how about that last match?" Heather asked. "Hey you think he's got all of those matches?"

Jono shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past him, but I want to check out and see that version of the Matrix Vince saw."

"I wonder if that means they made a good version of movies like Hollywood Homicide?" Jono wondered out loud.

"Pft! Not likely." Vince said, he had seen that movie while going through some of the movies they had here one night, he got about halfway through when he stopped watching.

"I wonder if they made a version where Thelma and Louise didn't die at the end?" August asked them both Blink and Heather got hopeful looks on their face while Vincent and Jono just shared a look and they both knew to stay out of the room while they watched that movie.

TBC...

Next: The Exiles travel to Gotham City, circa 'No Mans Land.'