For love or Gold

CHAPTER 13

The weeks seem to pass by as Wrestle Mania was creeping close and closer, there was a certain buzz in the air as the last Friday Night Smackdown was about to air in Philadelphia before the grand day of Pay Per-Views was about to begin.

Dave was running a little late tonight, he had stay at the last minute with Kay before he drove up here. Even though the Undertaker hadn't made an appearance near her, Dave didn't like taking chances with the Deadman. Even though they had figured his plot before any more harm could have fallen, it was unlikely that the Deadman would leave things lie, he had a habit of bring up the past in the worst way.

Just as Dave turned the bend in the hall way to get to the change rooms, Ashley almost ran smack right into him.

"Oh! Sorry Dave." He helped her up and smiled.

"Are you hurt?"

"No," she looked at herself, "I was just keeping my distance from the Undertaker."

His hatred grew at the sound of that name, "What the fuck is he doing now?"

"Haven't you heard? His rampage has been getting worst! Just half an hour ago, he threw Paul London over a stair railing just for say hi! I think he's really lost it this time!"

Dave thought for a moment, irrational terror wasn't the M.O. of the Undertaker, he was cunning, a master of temptation and torture. Kane was known to throw people around for no good reason, but the Deadman was the opposite of his little brother.

"What else did he do?" Dave asked, his brain began to work out the clues.

"You weren't here last week when he had his match with ECW Champion Bobby Lashly. Dave, he pounded Bobby until there was nothing left, it took eleven security guards to pull him off! He didn't even do his tradition take off the hat and see the evil eyes! He's just been walking into the ring and doing damage. He's got a match tonight with King Booker, I think it'll just be a slaughter."

"Really? Where is Booker?" If what he was thinking was correct, he could use this to his advantage.

"In his dressing room, hiding out. He rambling on as to how unfair it is that his royal ass is going to be handed to him tonight."

"Thanks." Dave grinned as he walked past her, a grin bearing on his face.

"Hey Dave, are you taking anyone to the Hall of Fame Induction?" He heard from behind.

He stopped and turned around, "No, I haven't asked anyone yet."

"Well, I'll available…if you want to go."

"Any other time, I would talk about this but right now, I'm late…" Dave was used to this kind of flattery, he endured it during his entire life, but right now he had more important things to do, like find out if his suspicions are true.

He found Booker's room and knocked, Charmel, dressed in a gold evening gown with a glass tiara, opened the door with a smug look.

"Who is it?" Dave heard Booker ask in his bad imitation of an English accent.

"It is the peasant, Batista, my king." She replied in that same god-awful accent.

"Sent that snide of a worm peasant on his way! His king has nothing to say to that foul wrench!"

Dave tried to hold his laughter of these two, sometimes it was just too stupid to watch, let alone be part of it.

"Tell him that I know how to help him beat the Undertaker." Dave smiled.

The door wretched wider as the 'King' looked at the animal, "You have a way to defeat the dragon?"

A chuckle left his lips, "Yeah, I know how you can beat him…"

"And why should one as great as myself want aid from one who is of so low value?"

"Because, if you ever want to get into the ring and get the belt back from me, then I have to beat the Undertaker in two days. What I give you will let you take control of him and then, you'll be known as the one who defeated him just before Wrestle Mania."

Now Booker was intrigued, but still weary of this generosity.

"Why would you help me?" Booker asked.

"Simple, if you give him a shit kicking tonight, then I'll give him another one just two days later. He won't be able to get up that fast. And then, he won't be stand in your way of becoming the new number one contender for the belt. That is, if you still want a shot." Dave knew how to feed his ego, it wasn't really hard with Booker.

Booker thought for a moment, "And if I should use this, key?"

"Trust me, it'll bring him down to his knees. I'm going to use it, but I thought you should first since you could do a lot of damage with it."

"And what is this…key?"

Dave leaned very close to him, "Just say 'I heard that Kayla dumped your sorry ass!' he'll just fall on the matt crying. Apparently, he just got dumped by his girlfriend and he really loved her."

"Is this true?" Booker was now ever more intrigued.

"OH yeah!" Dave said sarcastically, but they were too stupid to realize it, "I heard Kane and him talk about it, it's true."

Both Booker and Charmel smiled with joy.

"At last, I shall be the first king in history to defeat the mighty dragon known as the Undertaker!" Booker shouted, Dave just hid his chuckle with his hand.

"Oh my king!" Charmel wrapped her arms around him, "Your people will rejoice with your victory!"

That's it, Dave couldn't take this bullshit no more, "Well, good luck in you match."

The animal walked away quickly as the Royal pain in the ass couple went back into their dressing room, he couldn't believe that they were that gullible! He knew deep down inside that if his gut feeling was right, then he had just sent the 'King' of Smackdown to his early grave.

The plan was quickly melding in his mind, why not turn the tables on the Undertaker? Why not give him a taste of his own medicine, teach this sick fucker a lesson. If the Deadman actually loved Kay in a demented sort of way, then maybe Dave could keep him off balance for once. He was acting like a man with a broken heart, so to speak. The anger, the bouts of fights with other wrestlers, in and out of the ring.

It didn't matter what kind of love the Deadman had for Kay, it was sick and twisted, a delusion of his demented mind. There was no way in hell he was good enough for his sister, he still would have used her in the end, then maybe keep her as his concubine for the rest of her life. If just staying a week at the Undertaker's home had turned Stephanie McMahon from good girl to psycho chick from hell, he couldn't imagine what a life time of torture would do to poor sweet gentle Kay.

The animal wasn't going to show this evil no mercy, what ever weapons he had at his disposal would be used. Kay's life was still in danger from this demon from hell, the monster had to be stopped, and Dave was having a good feeling that he knew how. And he was going to find out in just half an hour.

To be continued.