I'm back! And with another chapter! Hope I didn't disappoint any of my Readers...

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I don't know if I ever put a disclaimer, but it wouldn't hurt to do so again. XD So, yeah, I don't own anything. Anything at all. I'm poor. (laughs)

Enjoy!

Vince McMahon was sitting as his desk, looking over the quarterly financial reports when his door swung open so hard that is hit the wall.

"What the hell do you think you're doing barging into my office?" he asked in a low, angry voice, not bothering to look up, assuming it was one of his ridiculous secretaries… or children.

"Is that any way to say hello?" a deep, growling voice responded, and Vince's head snapped up.

"Undertaker?" he whispered, staring at the large figure in front of him. The Deadman closed the door softly--locking it, to Vince's worry--and took a seat in the chair opposite the desk. "Is something…wrong?" Mr. McMahon asked quickly.

The Undertaker smiled slightly. "No, nothing's wrong. I just wanted to point out a few things to you." He reached down and pulled out a folder--of all things--and laid the contents on Vince's desk.

"If you look through those documents," he began in a very business-like tone, "You'll see, Vince, that when RAW and SmackDown were traveling together, your earning were slightly greater at each show, and, in some cases, the profit was 15 more than usual."

Mr. McMahon, the owner of the WWE, looked up at one of his biggest Superstars with a blank, confused expression. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked suspiciously. In his mind, he knew that 'Taker wouldn't bring him something unless he really cared to…or had some sort of evil plot.

"It's simple, McMahon," 'Taker said nonchalantly, pulling the band out of his hair and letting the dark locks fall over his shoulders. "I think that RAW and SmackDown should continue to travel together. It's good business."

Vince laughed suddenly, his fear replaced by complete disbelief. "Since when have you cared about money?" he asked between chuckles. "Surely there's some personal agenda here!"

'Taker allowed himself another smile and he leaned forward slightly, hair covering his eyes slightly. "Actually, Vince, there is another reason." He stood up slowly and began to circle the desk, watching his boss tense slightly.

"Are you…after someone on RAW?" Vince asked nervously, wondering who could have pissed the Deadman off so badly.

"You could say that," the Undertaker said with a shrug, standing behind Vince and putting his large hands on the older man's shoulders. "What if I told you…" he began slowly, leaning down so that his mouth was near Vince's ear, feeling him shiver. "That I'm willing to systematically destroy every SmackDown superstar in order to get to this one person? You'd save yourself a lot of trouble…and injured wrestlers… if you just merged the brands--at least temporarily." He nodded towards the folder. "And it's good business."

McMahon shook his head, the words taking a moment to register in his mind, bringing along a slight sense of panic. But his mind was also occupied with the feeling of 'Taker's hands on his shoulders, the fingers moving in small circles, so gentle, but with an underlying threat of strength and violence. He was also very much aware of the enticing scent coming from the Deadman's body, so close to his own, and the heat that he had never been aware of before…

McMahon watched anxiously as the big man circled his desk once more and sat on the edge, crossing his long legs, giving him a look…

'Wait… I know that look…' the owner of the WWE thought. 'Dammit, I can't place it, though…and the mannerisms…'

"Mark," Vince began slowly, having regained. "What are you after, exactly? And why are you…?"

The Deadman shook his head, cutting off the question. "Don't ask too much, Vince," he said softly. "Just…consider it. And remember what's at stake." He turned to leave, giving his boss a wink before closing the door behind him.

The moment he was gone, Vince sighed with relief, wiping the thin layer of sweat from his forehead before dialing a number into his cell phone.

"Hey Shane-O…"

Just outside WWE Headquarters, the Undertaker walked out to his motorcycle with a satisfied grin.

"That was…disturbing," a voice said near the exit of the building. 'Taker turned around to stare the owner of the voice in the eye.

"It's just good business," he said with a small laugh, putting on his sunglasses. "Not that you'd know anything about that, Little Brother."

Kane shook his head. "If you say so… But I wasn't sure if you were trying to threaten Vince or seduce him." He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Or were you doing both?"

The Undertaker shrugged, tying his hair back up. "You'll just have to figure that one out, now won't you?"

"That's very coy of you, Bro… And somewhat uncharacteristic. Why switch tactics suddenly?"

"Kane," 'Taker began matter-of-factly, patting his younger brother on his shoulder. "You'd be surprised what you can learn in a week."

"Ahhhhh, I see." The Big Red Machine couldn't help but laugh. "You're a fast learner, though. Or else Shawn is an excellent teacher."

"An excellent and unknowing teacher," 'Taker said, eyes narrowing slightly. "He hears nothing about this, understand?"

Kane held up his right hand. "I swear, upon pain of death, that Shawn will never hear about this." His grin widened. "However, there are other people in the world who would love to hear about the Deadman trying to seduce the boss…"

Instead of lunging for him, as Kane expected, 'Taker merely smiled. A very…scary smile. "And I'm sure there are just as many people who would love to hear the romantic tale of 'Kane and X-Pac's First Date,' now wouldn't they?"

Glen, for the first time in a long time, felt himself blushing as the heat rose in his face. "You bastard!" he managed to whisper angrily after a long silence. "How did you--"

"Clique members tell each other everything, Brother. They're a pretty tight-knit group, y'know?" He gave his baby brother an innocent smile. "Or, I can tell the guys the story of what happened between you and little X-Pac when--"

"Fuck you," Kane hissed, still blushing, before storming away. "Fuck you, Shawn, and X-Pac!" he called back over his shoulder to his older brother, who was laughing wickedly.

"One down, two to go!" 'Taker called back, laughing even more at Glen's flustered sigh.

If there was one thing he learned from Shawn, it was how to get under people's skin and have fun while doing it.

Shawn Michaels sneezed randomly as he entered his hotel room, nearly walking into a door frame.

'That's odd,' he thought, wiping at his nose. 'Doesn't that mean some hot chick is thinking about me or something?' A small smile crossed his lips as he imagine some random, pretty girl with green eyes and long black hair daydreaming about the Heartbreak Kid.

With a shrug, he sat down on the bed, wanting a shower after the hard workout he had just put himself through. He considered, for a moment, calling Mark, or even Hunter, but then figured that he was too tired to have a decent conversation.

"Shower time," he said softly to himself, quickly removing his clothes. As he showered, however, the hotel phone began to ring, and after a few seconds went to the answering machine.

"Hey, Shawn," Shane's voice said over the speaker, although Shawn wouldn't get the message until the next morning when he was semi-alert. "I know it's only been two weeks since RAW, ECW and SmackDown started traveling separately, but, well, my dad had a change of heart. He wants to try having all the brands travel together again. He kept saying something about good business… So, yeah, starting next week you'll be with the other Superstars. Bye."

The sneezing thing is something I see alot iin anime. (chuckles) If you sneeze randomly, that means someone's thinking/talking about you. XD

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