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Author~ Cristal
Email~ Talis13@yahoo.com
Rating~ PG13
Disclaimer~ All character names belong to the WWE and the respective people themselves. The rest really does belong to me... ;)
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Notes~ Totally AU.
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Summary~ Christian and Lita are working on drag cars (although they're not publicly referred to as such ;) in a garage. And trouble manages to come Christian's way this chapter…
Mark Calloway, better known as 'Undertaker' to the speed world, and owner of Calloway Automotive Specials was at his business bright and early 8:30 AM. His two mechanics weren't due in until 9:30 so he figured he had a little time to get some work done on the business end before the two came screaming in the doorway later.
He was pleased that they had signed the contracts last night...he had been waiting to see if either was entering this time around. Both were certainly talented mechanics, he wouldn't have hired either otherwise. But both could drive...they had decent track records actually. That was what impressed him most with Jay- or rather 'Christian'. The man loved to drive and he loved to show off. And much to the shame of everyone around him, he could do both incredibly well. The only reason he hadn't been pulling as many wins lately was lack of funds.
Miss Amy, otherwise known as the female daredevil 'Lita' on the streets was another story. She didn't have the lengthy track record of victories of her counterpart of Christian. She was still a relative neophyte to the games that were played. But he knew she grew up surrounded by it...and loved it just the same. She just never seriously competed much yet: and that surprised him. She could drive almost as well as Christian and he'd been doing it longer. Instead, she'd been building up time driving on her own: out in the middle of nowhere or on one of the racetracks in the area. She had said her goal was to break the sound barrier: she was on her way.
He shook his head as he looked over the contracts they had signed last night. Christian's was finished completely: but then his car was basically ready to go. Although Taker offered to supply a couple of boosts for it since he was a sponsor. Lita's was still tentative though...they had to get that car ready in his timeframe otherwise it was a no-go until next time. But, at least she'd be getting a few extras as his sponsored party though.
Sighing, Taker got up, buffing one of the classic red Mustangs in the showroom as he walked towards the garage. The Mustang was nice, but it was straight factory: wouldn't win in a race without some serious racing gear dropped in. He had a possible buyer, but wasn't sure it would go through. The guy had stopped in twice, but hasn't made a commitment yet. Ah well: if not him, then another.
He reached the garage, throwing the door open easily as he walked into the well-lit garage. Big sun windows above offered a lot of natural lighting, but there were still lights on overhead as well. He frowned slightly. "Tell the kids to turn off the lights and what do they do-" he walked towards the large switch panel before stopping as he turned. "They fall asleep in the garage..."
Shaking his head, he left the lights on as he looked at the two. They had spread one of the big old drop clothes out and used bundled up coveralls as pillows. Christian was laid out over the whole drop cloth, Lita using his stomach as a pillow. Tools were still spread out around the area, right where they dropped them before probably falling asleep on their feet...this wasn't the first time this had happened... they did the same thing when they were fixing Christian's car last time. They also did it numerous times while working on several of his customer restorations that they were excited about...he shook his head.
He recalled them asking last year why he had put a big bathroom in the back of the garage and he laughed at them then. He told them because they didn't know when to quit. They have, sheepishly, used it several times since then. He picked up the phone that was hanging on the wall, dialing. It rang twice before a cheerful voice answered. "Hello?"
"Hey Sara, it's me."
"Hey sweetie. What's up?"
He chuckled. "Wondering if you could bring breakfast for the slumbering pit crew."
She giggled. "They stayed AGAIN?!? They must have been really excited to work then."
He shook his head. "Yeah, they kinda were. So, you think you can or-"
"Sure! Give me about twenty minutes to get something together and I'll be right over."
"Thanks. See you in a few."
Both hung up as he walked over to the two, nudging Christian in the side with his foot. The young man frowned as he pushed the foot away before stilling once more. Taker chuckled before nudging him again. Christian frowned, pushing again. "Damn it leave me alone..."
"Wake up sleeping beauty! It's a new day!"
Christian shot up, making Lita's head hit the floor with a thunk as she slipped off of him. She started cussing at him as she rubbed her head. "Dammit you son of a bitch what the hell-o? Good morning?"
"Hell-o?" He grinned at both as they shot glares at each other over being disturbed. "You guys need to clean up. Sara's coming with breakfast in a few and we open in an hour."
Both scrambled up and over to the lockers as the side, yanking their respective one's open and running full speed towards the bathroom. Lita stopped just before running full tilt into the now closed door as she heard Christian laughing inside. "Dammit." She slumped against the wall next to the door as Taker just laughed at the two.
About half an hour later, both managed to get their clothes changed an even cleaned up a little bit as they sat in the showroom at one of the large glass tables, talking about their progress. Lita was bouncing excitedly in her chair, extolling her 'new' car's virtues. Taker shook his head. "You sure you want to race that car Red? I mean…you're gonna be competing against a lot of newer top end cars you know…"
She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Absolutely Mark!! That's why I bought the damn car! The 70's were THE era of muscle cars you know that!! What is my competition…? A souped Honda? Another foreign car? My American '76 can take 'em all!!"
"My Z28 don't forget." Christian grinned at the redhead.
Taker nodded. "That and a whole lot more. I heard someone actually managed to find someone to sponsor a Ferrari."
"Really?" Christian leaned against the table, serious expression entering his pale blue eyes.
He nodded. "Sounded like it. Might just be that punk Hardy scaring up rumors too."
"Maybe." Christian bit his lip before nodding. "We should take it seriously though, just in case. I can't make a guarantee that I can top a Ferrari Taker."
"You did one time." Lita stated as she propped her head on her hand. "A couple of years before you and I started working here."
He snorted. "Yeah, won the race and then had to junk the car and start over completely after all that NOS in the engine!"
She shrugged. "True. But you did do it…"
He shrugged. "Yeah, guess I did."
"Well, listen." Taker began, getting their attention. "We'll scope it and see what happens next week, all right? If there is one entered, we'll look into installing the nitrous oxide and boosters, all right?"
Both nodded. Taker nodded before getting up and heading towards the door, letting in his wife. Sara smiled at everyone as she held up food. "How many friends do I have?"
Both scurried over, relieving her of her packages. They set everything out on the table and the two hungrily ate. Sara happily kept them company asking about their cars as they ate, happy to tell her everything that was going on, while Undertaker finished up sweeping the showroom before opening the doors. Sara cleaned up the mess, as Christian and Lita scurried off to the garage for the day. She turned towards her husband who had just unlocked the doors. "Well?"
He shrugged. "I think they'll pull it off Sara."
She looked towards the door to the garage as she grabbed all of the things she had brought earlier. "They have the drive, true..." she started towards the door after giving her husband a short kiss and smile. "I'll see you later tonight!"
He smiled at her with gentle green eyes. "See you later."
Christian let Lita play with the engine casing of the 'Vette. They had tweaked most everything on the actual engine last night. He was busy on the interior. He went ahead and removed the panels from the driver's door, picked the panels up from the passenger seat, and had all of them set out on a stand in the small paint booth in the far corner of the garage. He snapped the goggles on as he grabbed the airbrush, test-spraying a couple of spots before begining to paint the glossy black back onto the panels.
Lita, who was still out in the main part of the garage, was replacing all of the tubes, cords and wires in the main case of the car in front of her. It was a time consuming task but necessary to make sure everything would be working properly when they put the big block back in. Both were concentrating on their respectie tasks as Taker opened the door to the garage. "Hey! Where's Christian?"
Lita came up from the center of the car where she was standing, flashlight in one hand and cables in the other. She cocked her head. "Did you say something?"
He rolled his eyes with a goodnatured smirk. "Yes, I did. Where's Christian?"
"In the paint booth. Why?"
"Guy's here looking for him actually."
"Oh?"
He nodded. "Get him and bring him out. I hate keeping customers waiting."
She nodded, wiping her hands off on a cloth in her pocket as she extracted herself from the car, heading towards the paint booth, hearing the steady hum of the compressor. She tucked the neon pink cloth into her back pocket as she knocked on the door of the paint booth. She waited a moment before starting to beat on the door...the man gets so engrossed in what he's doing sometimes...not that she was complaining: it was her car after all.
Christian looked up at the knock, looking at the door. He set everything aside before stepping out of the booth, quickly shutting the door behind himself. He held his arms out to the side and Lita couldn't help but giggle cheerfully as she pointed at the goggles he still wore. He yanked them off with an annoyed look. "What? I'm busy. With YOUR car might I add."
She smiled sweetly at him. He couldn't help but smile slightly. She didn't grace him with that smile very often, but he liked it when she did. She looked back at the door. "Taker just said some guy's here to see you-"
"Did he say who or-"
"Nah. But he wants you out there now because he 'doesn't like making customers wait'."
"Hey, maybe it's the one guy that was looking into that Cuda last week..."
She shrugged as they walked towards the door to the showroom. He stepped up to the door, rubbing his eyes in the florescent light of the car arena. He looked up and practically froze. Lita had just turned to go back to her work when she saw Christian practically stop breathing. She stepped into the showroom, shutting the door quietly as she watched Christian who had managed to come back to life: and he didn't look too happy... "What the hell are YOU doing here?"
He bit his lip before replying. "...heard you were working here now and well-"
"I think our business was finished three years ago, don't you?"
Lita could hardly believe the venom in her typically cheerful friend's voice. The other man rolled his eyes, which probably wasn't the best tactic considering. "Actually, I don't. I never even got a chance to-"
"What? Explain? Right...lot's to explain wasn't there?" Sarcasm slid easily from his lips as he held his hands to the side, fists barely shaking with controlled fury. "It happened, you meant it, I saw it and that was that."
Taker chose that moment to intervene. "I didn't know you two were so pleasantly acquainted. I'd almost say you were rivals for the comp-"
"Close enough." Christian spat as he looked around Taker who was holding one large hand between the young man.
"YOU take five." he signaled for Lita who stepped over, sharing a glance with Christian who was retreating back to the garage. "You, finish this sale." She nodded, swallowing nervously at her boss before turning back towards the man that seemed to have her friend in a furious knot. Taker left the two, knowing Lita was perfectly able to take care of business as he attended to another man in the arena area.
He watched her a moment, appreciatively. Long red hair that was down, framing her face. She had a touch of makeup despite a smudge of motor oil on her face as well. She had the coveralls yanked down to her waist and tied in a knot, showing gentle curves under her tank top she wore. His eyes assessed without her knowledge quickly before he met her bright hazel eyes. "And you are?"
She came forward slightly, hand extended. "I'm Lita. Now, what were you looking to get today sir?"
He smiled slightly, pointing at the cherry red Mustang that sat in the showroom window. "I'm looking to get THAT."
She smiled at the choice as she showed him to a clear glass table. "The BOSS 302's are great. I think you're making a good choice. Did you want to purchase today?"
He nodded, having a seat across from her. She started pulling out paperwork for him to look through, setting it all out on the table. "You working on a car?"
She nodded happily, practically bouncing in her seat. "Yes! I finally got my Corvette and we're doing a full restoration on it! It'll look great!!"
"Race in two weeks?"
She looked up surprised. "Yeah, actually. Do you...?"
He smiled a little wider this time. "Yeah. I'll be working on that BOSS starting today."
"It'll need some serious work for racing chops."
"I know. That's covered."
"That's cool." she laid out the paperwork. "I need to see your license and two other forms of ID please." as he dug around in his wallet, handing her the cards. She looked over at him with the slightest of smiles. "So what's your name?"
"Race name?"
"Both." she smiled.
He flashed her a devastating grin that could have easily lit the room. "Adam Copeland. Although you can call me Edge."
End Chapter 2Author's Rambles~ A HUGE thank you to the people that have reviewed so far! ^_^ I appreciate it and hope you continue to do so! ;)