(blinks) Holy shit, two updates at once? Yessss... Well, actually, I'm still pretty sick, so it's pointless to try and study, plus, this chapter and the next few are completely done... So why not? (laughs) Can't keep y'all in too much suspense... at least, not at the moment. (wicked grin)
Also, I've been bouncing some ideas around with Sylerna...so look out for us (and her especially) in the not-so-distant future.
Oh, and I'll be doing some...erm, "research" soon for this story... No, nothing dirty, you sickos. (grins)
As always, thanks for those who read and review!
Hardcore Holly stood in the ring, broken, bleeding nose and all, waiting for his opponent's music to hit. And, sure enough, as soon as "Sexy Boy" began blaring over the speakers, Shawn Michaels came sprinting from the back, blue eyes glowing. He slid into the ring, never slowing down, and speared Holly to the ground, raining down punches on the man.
The poor ref tried to separate the two men, and succeeded…for all of five seconds, because as soon as he stepped away to have the bell rung, Holly was at Shawn's throat, choking the Heartbreak Kid for all he was worth.
Brilliantly, however, Shawn rolled over, using his momentum to sent them both spilling out of the ring and onto the floor. Holly landed on his face, more or less, and cried out in pain. HBK looked down at the fallen man and kicked him hard in the ribs before driving him into the steel steps.
However, the ref was counting, and Shawn had the wherewithal to roll into the ring and break the 10-counted. But as soon as he did so, Holly had him by the wrist and drove the Heartbreak Kid spine-first into the steel post.
Shawn gave a short cry before falling to the ground. Holly limped over, looking down at him, sneering.
"Where's your whore now?!" he yelled, kicking Shawn in his back.
The Undertaker, sitting tensely in the bar, clenched his fist when he saw Holly's foot connect , the Alabaman working over HBK's back.
"Son of a bitch," he muttered, sitting forwards to see better when, suddenly, he noticed a fairly large shadow out of the corner of his eye. His head snapped to the side and he found himself staring at the self-proclaimed wrestling god JBL.
"Hey 'Taker," Bradshaw said with a slight slur, sitting down right next to the Deadman, who moved away from him slightly. "Watchin' Shawn's match?" he asked with a smile.
'Taker rolled his eyes, attention back to the screen. Shawn was lying just outside the ring, back arched in pain, face etched with agony. "Shawn…" Mark growled, feeling himself become angrier by the second.
His rage quickly faded, however, when he noticed JBL's hand creeping slowly towards his thigh.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, slapping the big Texan's hand away. "How many have you had?"
"Enough," Bradshaw answered simply, scooting even closer to the Deadman. "Hey, man, I had no idea you swung that way," he said in a low voice, oblivious to 'Taker's disgusted expression. "If I had known before…" He started to lean in slowly, licking his lips.
"Y'know, Deadman, some men are naturals at sleeping around…others have to be given that first little push into it, and then, well, they end up being the best…"
The Undertaker snarled and shoved JBL away hard, sending the wrestling god to the floor. But the man had him by the wrist, and nearly pulled the Deadman on top of him.
"I heard what you said…Shawn's still with Hunter…" Bradshaw continued with drunken triumph, refusing to let go of his prize. "And if you don't want to shoulder the guilt of fucking me, I'll gladly fuck you-- "
'Taker pulled his hand free of JBL's grasp and took the opportunity to step on the fallen man's chest. His green eyes were burning with murderous thoughts, and even in his drunken state, JBL knew that he had gotten himself into trouble.
"I don't know who the hell you think I am," he hissed, trying to hold back the rage that threatened to overcome his senses. "But don't you ever try to touch me again. And don't ever let Shawn's name leave your lips or I swear I'll rip out your tongue!" He stood up quickly and looked up at the TV, seeing Shawn's match still going on, but wanting to get the hell out of the bar, slightly unnerved.
"Fuck this," he muttered. "Let's go Dave." When he received no answer, he looked down and saw that the Animal was out cold. "Damn you!" he said angrily, taking Batista by the wrist and dragging him to his feet."
"Wha…? Where're were goin'?"
"Away. Now." The Undertaker started to walk away when he felt someone grab his free hand.
"If you ever get tired of being played like a fiddle, you can always come to the Wrestling God, Mark…"
'Taker lifted his fist to punch Bradshaw when, suddenly, he saw Batista's fist connect with JBL's jaw, knocking him flat.
"You can't have him," the Animal slurred, turning his liquid gaze on Mark, but not saying anything else.
The Undertaker gave Batista a small smile, and led him out to the car. The ride was very quiet, with Batista slipping in and out of consciousness. 'Taker kept wondering how Shawn's match went, but before he went to his room, he more or less carried Batista to his own.
"Thanks," Dave said softly as he opened the door and stumbled towards the bed. "Sorry I got…so trashed," he said with a small smile.
"Don't worry about it," 'Taker answered, turning to go. But before he walked out the door, he went back to the bed to pat the Animal on the shoulder.
"By the way, thanks for takin' out Bradshaw for me," he said with a chuckle. "I was half a second away from being arrested for murder. I owe you one."
Batista opened his eyes at that, and smirked slightly. "Why don't you pay be back now, then, and we'll call it even?" He sat up slowly, not wanting to push the Deadman too far, but this was a once in a lifetime chance… and he seemed to be in a good mood…
And, indeed, the Animal felt his heart racing as the object of his desire shrugged slightly and began to lean forwards. Immediately, a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead, and his breath seemed to catch in his throat. 'Taker's unique and ever-enticing scent filled his nostrils as the man leaned even closer.
'Oh God… He's…' Batista closed his eyes, imagining all the things he could do with Mark…even in his drunken state. At the moment, he was especially grateful for his clothes, carefully, thankfully, hiding his excitement.
The softest lips he'd ever felt brushed against his cheek…and then he heard a chuckle. With a frustrated groan, Batista opened his eyes and saw 'Taker by the door, smiling innocently.
"What did you think was gonna happen?" he asked with a laugh. "Sweet dreams," he said in a mockingly kind voice before closing the door on his way out.
Batista watched his exit, eyes wide, before laying back down with another groan.
"Evil, evil man," he whispered. "Sweet dreams my ass!"
Shawn's left fist connected squarely with Hardcore Holly's nose, sending the man stumbling. They had fought their way back into the ring, but the "match" had more or less degenerated into a slug-fest. Again the ref tried to separate the two men, but they ignored him, pounding one another in the face. Holly's nose was bleeding profusely, and Shawn had a black eye, and still they wouldn't stop.
"Ring the bell!" the ref yelled, ending the match. But the two wrestlers in the ring were heedless of the bell, continuing to fight. Shawn had gotten the upper hand, both fists smashing into Bob Holly's face before several refs pulled him off.
"I told you not to mess with me!" Shawn was screaming, trying to break free and nearly getting loose. "And Mark's not a whore! Don't you ever…!" He managed to get one hand free, but it was immediately restrained. Shawn yelled incoherent threats until security had him in the back, and it was only then that he took a deep breath and fell silent.
Several of the other wrestlers had seen the match, and of them, only a few had ever seen Shawn get so vicious.
It was frightening, to say the least.
In fact, the only one brave enough to approach was Cena, who had already been on the Highlight Reel and, inevitably, fought with Jericho.
"Hey man… You okay?" the younger man asked carefully. Shawn nodded slowly, rubbing his head, and then his back.
"I'm fine, I just…" He sighed. "I guess I had some anger issues to work out. Luckily, Bob's face was there."
Cena gave him an incredulous look before laughing. "Man, you are insane!" he chuckled, putting an arm around Shawn's shoulders. "Ready to go back?" he asked.
"Sure," Shawn said softly. "I can shower at the hotel… But Vince is going to be all over this…"
"Nah, that bastard Holly had it coming. I think you did us all a favor."
HBK gave a small smile. "Hopefully I did more than that," he added cryptically, taking a glance and seeing the stunned looks from the other guys. But some of them were looking at him with…admiration.
'Message sent,' Shawn thought, heading towards the exit. But a very loud, angry voice made him freeze in place and then sigh.
"Michaels!!" Mr. McMahon growled storming down the hallway. "You and I need to have a little talk. Now!"
The Undertaker was pacing. RAW had ended quite a while ago, and Shawn still wasn't back.
He hated to admit it to himself, but he was getting worried. And it didn't help that he had seen the beginning of Shawn's match, and knew immediately that something was wrong. Shawn had looked furious as he came out, and 'Taker couldn't figure out why.
Unless it had something to do with Holly, of course, and then, he decided, he'd kill that annoying son of a bitch.
A sudden knock brought Mark out of his thoughts, and he threw the door open to see Shawn standing there, smiling, with a swollen left eye. His mind inadvertently went back to the other time he had opened the door and found Shawn standing there, telling him that he couldn't love him because he loved Hunter…
The Undertaker shook the thoughts away, green eyes focusing on Shawn. "Are you okay?" he asked, stepping aside to let the smaller man in.
"I'm fine," the Heartbreak Kid answered. "I got a lot done tonight, actually…" He sat wearily on the bed, back hurting him. "But how was your day?"
'Taker smiled, slightly relieved at the light tone of Shawn's voice. "Not bad… I got some sleep, went to a bar--"
"Alone?"
"With Batista."
Shawn sat up suddenly. "Really? Did he try anything?"
"No, I think he just wanted to apologize for yesterday." Mark bit his lip, not wanting to mention Bradshaw. He didn't want to upset Shawn anyway. "It was cool, and I saw most of your match…" His green eyes darkened slightly. "Shawn, what happened? You looked pissed off as hell…"
"I was," Shawn admitted, sighing. "Holly had pissed me off earlier, but I paid him back." He shrugged, not wanting to upset Mark. After all, he didn't need to know that Holly, and possibly others, thought that he was a whore, right?
"I don't think he, or anyone else, will be doing any more talkin'." Shawn concluded, lying back on the bed.
'Taker took the hint; the conversation was over. 'He'll tell me when he's ready,' he thought with a small smile, going over to the man known as the Heartbreak Kid.
"Need anything?" he asked softly, running his hand gently through those golden locks he loved so much.
Shawn smiled at the light touch, leaning into his hand. "A hot shower…ice for my back and eye… food… Lots of food…"
Mark laughed. "Well, I can go steal some food and ice from downstairs… you're on your own with the shower, though."
"Hmmm… Not necessarily…" Shawn drawled, running a finger up 'Taker's arm. "Nah, it's too late to wake up half the hotel," he said after a moment of thought, sitting up again, leaning on Mark's shoulder. "But I do want to come with you to get the food."
'Taker looked down at Shawn with a half-smile. "Hey, if you're not too loud, we won't have to risk waking anyone up…" He watched with a grin as Shawn climbed behind him, wrapping his slender arms around his neck.
"Won't be me screamin'," the Heartbreak Kid said with a sexy smile. "In the mood to carry me downstairs?"
The Undertaker shook his head with a chuckle. "Sure," he answered, standing up. Shawn locked his legs around his waist, and 'Taker put his arms under Shawn's knees so that he wouldn't fall. "You're heavier than you look," he complained, although he really didn't mind giving Shawn a piggy back ride at all.
"I'm secretly fat," HBK laughed. "Let's go… I'm hungry," he whined. "Terrifying the guys makes me hungry."
"Tell me about it," 'Taker answered automatically, not wondering about the words until much, much later.
Hmmm... I don't think I really need to explain this... But just in case: Shawn's being so agressive because he doesn't want a repeat of "what happened last time." And I'm sure y'all can imagine how that was for him and Hunter (and...it may be a fic later on... Shameless plug). I hope the scene worked, though.
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