The Darkness Army Does The Basement: Part One
The Undertaker stood in front of the five superstars in his group near the parking area. His arms were folded across his chest and he was wearing a very serious expression on his face. He looked at each of them, one by one, eyes finally coming to a rest on Ashley.
"You are all now members of my Darkness Army," Taker began. "Like I said earlier, I don't know what the hell Vinnie Mac is up to, but I intend to figure it out."
"Where are we headed to first?" John Cena asked.
"We're gonna find our way inside and start exploring, from the bottom up," Taker answered. "Meaning the basement."
"How do you know there's a basement, ese?" Eddie Guerrero asked.
Taker began to speak but Ashley interrupted. "Do you doubt the intuition of our fearless leader, Eddie?" She gave Eddie no chance to speak. "Never doubt him. He's our leader, our master... He knows everything."
"That's enough, Ashley. It's reasonable for Eddie to have doubts," Taker said, smiling a somewhat evil smile at her. He looked back at Eddie. "To answer your question, I know there's a basement because of the location of those windows over there." He pointed at the before-mentioned windows and they all looked.
"Taker is right," Batista observed. "Lower windows just barely above ground level do generally indicate the presence of a basement."
"Yeah, yeah," Eddie grumbled.
Taker led the way up to the side door. They all stopped at the stairs leading up to the door.
"I don't wanna go in," Torrie Wilson spoke up.
"Scared?" Ashley taunted.
"Yeah! There are probably, like, supernatural forces in there," Torrie replied.
"Supernatural? I bet that's the biggest word you know," Ashley commented.
"Ok, that's enough, ladies," Taker said. "Torrie... I want you to hold on to John's arm if you're really that scared."
"Can't I hold on to your arm?" Torrie asked hopefully.
"Nope... I am!" Ashley said, and grabbed on to Taker's arm. She smiled up at him. "I'm going to stick to you like glue."
Taker shrugged. Torrie glared at Ashley, then grabbed John's arm. John scowled.
"Ok," Taker began. "Are we ready?"
"Wait!" Shawn Michaels jogged over to them. "Where are you guys exploring first?"
"Basement. Why?" Taker asked.
"Just wondering. We'll do the first floor then," Shawn said. He looked over at his group. Satisfied that he was out of earshot, more particularly Chris Jericho's earshot, he went on, "But I really want to find the assclown that hit me in the face!"
"Ah! I told you 'assclown' is MY WORD!" Chris Jericho yelled from over in Group 1. He started trying to pull his hair out as promised but couldn't.
"Let me help!" Stephanie McMahon told him, eager to aid him in his torment. She hurried to his side and started pulling his hair.
"Quit it!" Jericho yelled. "I know you've been wanting to get your hands on me but not this way!"
"That's it, Jericho! Scream like a little bitch!" Stephanie said, grinning evilly as she pulled Jericho's hair.
"Damn, those two just never quit," Shawn said with a sigh. "I better get over there and break it up." He trotted back over to his group, where Stephanie was currently attempting to make Jericho her bitch.
Taker shook his head. With a nod of his head, his group followed him up the three stairs and up to the door of the side entrance. Taker went to open the door, but for some odd reason, it opened all by itself with a loud, groaning creak.
"Freaky," Ashley commented.
"This happens in the movies," Batista pointed out. "This is a sign that we shouldn't enter."
"We're going in," Taker said decidedly. He stepped inside the door and the others followed cautiously behind.
The place was dimly lit. The carpet on the floor was ratty, stained, and matted to the floor. The place had an instant moldy smell to it. The only light came from torches on the wall, which were spaced about every foot or so apart.
"This place smells worse than Rikishi's thong," John complained, fanning a hand in front of his nose.
"You're right. This place smells like mierda!" Eddie agreed.
"This looks nothing like a hotel," Batista said. "It looks more like a mansion of some sort. Where's the lobby? The front desk?"
They all looked down the hallway, but all they could see was a corner.
"Follow me," Taker ordered. He and Ashley led the way down the hallway and found some stairs almost immediately.
They made their way cautiously down the stairs, which squeaked and groaned with each step they took. Once at the bottom, they found themselves in yet another dimly lit hallway, but this time the walls seemed to be made of stone. They kept walking until they reached a corner. Upon turning the corner, they found their first room.
"Who wants to do the honors?" Taker asked. There were no volunteers. "Fine. I'll open it."
Everyone braced themselves for a shock. Taker opened the door and peeked in.
It was a kitchen.
"Ok, what the hell? No one puts a kitchen in the basement," Ashley said. She gripped Taker's arm a little tighter.
They all walked inside the kitchen and looked around. Unlike the hallway, the kitchen was squeaky clean and had all the most up-to-date appliances. It was lit with bright fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling. They could see one long table with 12 chairs, one on each end and 5 on each side. There were two refrigerators, two stoves, two microwaves, and one dishwasher. There was a pantry over in the corner, and even from where they stood, they could tell that it was fully stocked with food. Near the pantry, there was a bar with bar stools all around it.
"Ooh, a bar! Now that's what I'm talking about," Eddie said with a smile. He walked over to the bar. "Who wants a drink?"
"Wow. This isn't so scary," Torrie said. She let John's arm go and sidled over to the first refrigerator. "I think I'll see what's in here..."
"Maybe it's not a good idea for you to open that," Batista observed. They all looked at him. "I just have this feeling about it," he explained.
"Ah, it's just a refrigerator," Torrie said. "What could be wrong with it?"
"Suit yourself," Batista said with a shrug. Hey, I tried to warn her...
Torrie flung the door of the refrigerator open and screamed immediately. "What the fuck is this?" she asked, backing away slowly.
A giant, double-headed cockroach jumped out of the refrigerator. It was about as big as a small dog. It had vicious red eyes and sharp, pointy fangs. It was an ugly shade of brown and black, and it had wings.
The ugly cockroach advanced slowly upon Torrie as she slowly backed away.
"Torrie Wilson. I was expecting you," the double-headed cockroach said in a squeaky voice. It spoke with a heavy lisp.
"How do you know my name?" Torrie asked curiously.
"Everyone knows your name. You're the dumbest diva in the WWE," the cockroach said.
"That's not a very nice thing to say!" Torrie exclaimed.
"Yet, it's true," Ashley laughed, after getting over the initial shock of hearing the double-headed cockroach speak.
The double-headed cockroach kept advancing slowly towards Torrie. "Torrie, Torrie, Torrie... We are going to make you our king's bride!"
"No!" Torrie screamed. She looked at the other members of her group. "Hello! Help me, guys!"
John grabbed a bar stool and quickly decapitated the double-headed cockroach. Green blood oozed from the cockroach. John turned around triumphantly, holding both heads up for display. Then he tossed them to Torrie.
"Ew! Why would you toss me that?" Torrie asked, disgusted as she held the heads in her arms.
"Oh come on, Torrie, you're used to having heads thrown at you, right?" Ashley taunted.
"Not decapitated ones!" Torrie fumed.
Ashley made a mock gasp. "Oh my! Torrie knows another big word! Bravo!"
Suddenly Torrie yelled. In her arms, the decapitated heads started moving, and before she could drop them, they both sank their teeth into her left arm. She screamed again and dropped them on the floor. They bounced over to their body and then scuttled away.
"You will join us sooner than you think, Torrie!" the double-headed cockroach yelled, then disappeared.
"Told you not to open that refrigerator," Batista said. "You should've listened."
Torrie rubbed her arm and started crying as it started turning a weird shade of bright yellow...
Everyone looked at each other...
A/N: Ok, so I added a page to my website exclusively for this story. I can't put a hyperlink here in my story, so go to my profile and click on the link to my homepage. Once you get there, at the top of the page, click on "Haunted Hotel". Also, you can just click on the other link on my profile. It's in the second paragraph on there... Also, thanks to everyone who reviewed and voted... Tune in for Basement: Part 2 to see who's gonna disappear...