Hee hee, told y'all I haven't forgotten about this story. XD It's just that Shawn and Taker have been...driving me insane... But, I've managed to strike a deal with them.
ShawnMuse: It wasn't a bad deal, either.
See, Shawn approves. (laughs) TakerMuse isn't too pleased, but that's the price he has to pay for planning to take over my brain with ShawnMuse!
Heh, onto the story!
"I'm tellin' ya, she's like, the most normal person you'll ever meet!" Glen insisted to the group of wrestlers standing around him in a circle. They had all slept fairly well the past night, and had been allowed to sleep well into the next day, a luxury they almost never had. Now, however, all of the guys were wide awake and curious about what the "female Hugh Hefner" was like. There has been many ideas floating around, ranging from an Amazon Warrior to a Drag Queen, and Kane had listened to it all, shaking his head, until he took it upon himself to set the record straight.
"She's like, 5 foot 5 with shoulder length black hair...She looks kinda young to be running a business, actually..." Glen scratched his chin. "But I'm sure she's at least in her 30's, from the way she was speaking, actually."
"So...she's not...a drag queen...or a hoe or anything?" Cena asked in a whisper, only to be smacked in the back of the head by Jericho.
"You have no class whatsoever," Y2J muttered before turning back to the Big Red Machine. "Please, Kane, continue."
Glen shook his head. "Thanks Chris. But to answer John's question, she's not slutty at all...She was seriously just a most normal, average person. Seemed like a nice woman, actually. "
Mark, even though he himself had seen her and had spoken with her, was still a bit skeptical. "If she's not a slut, then what happened to Vince, Shawn and Hunter? Not a single one of them slept in the guest rooms last night." A small smile came to his lips as he saw the eyes of everyone around him widen. "In fact, I haven't seen them since she had them dressed in those ridiculous rabbit costumes."
Now that got the guys whispering again, and several theories were put forth about the missing men were. Again, the thoughts in the room varied, and ranged from an elaborate kidnapping/murder plot to a very graphically described orgy.
"No, Shawn would never cheat on his wife," Chris said confidently. "We all know him...He wouldn't do something like that."
"Neither would Paul," Randy added, but Adam shook his head,
"Paul wouldn't...unless Vince approved. Then it would be okay, now wouldn't it?"
Cena scratched his beardless chin. "Still doesn't explain where they were last night..."
Santino tapped his finger on a nearby glass window to get everyone's attention, waiting until the debating died down a bit before finally speaking. "Hey! Instead of standing around here like a bunch of the, how do you say, i-di-ots, why don't we just...go see it for ourselves?" He threw his head back and laughed dramatically while everyone else in the room gave him an odd look, not really comprehending, and not really caring all that much.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Andrei walked in, smiling as always. "Oh, good, you're all awake. Please, feel free to join us downstairs for brunch whenever you'd like." With a short bow, he turned to leave, but stopped when he felt a hand on his arm.
"Hey, wait a minute," Edge asked, the only one who had thought to ask someone who would know. "Do you know where our friends are? Vince? And Shawn? And Triple H?"
Andrei scratched his chin. "I'm not sure," he said after a moment. "Shawn went to go hang out with the other Bunnies, and took Hunter with him...I have no idea where Mr. McMahon went, though. Perhaps my Mistress gave him a more private room?"
"Yeah, hers," Mark muttered, and gave a short cry of pain when he felt Glen's elbow slam into his side.
"Stop being an ass," Kane hissed. "You're not even giving her a chance!"
"Why the hell are you defending her?" Taker hissed in return. "Have you fallen for her already because she told you that you didn't look half bad? I didn't know you were that easy, Bro."
Glen growled and started to reply, but decided against it at the last moment when he saw everyone else filing out of the room after Andrei. After all, it would be the height of rudeness to shed blood in your host's house.
'I'll get him later,' Glen thought to himself, tight frown becoming replaced by a small grin, which in turn caused Mark's sneer to fade.
'Ah, hell, he's planning something,' the Deadman thought with sigh. 'As if he could possibly make things any worse.'
After several minutes of debate in the overly large private dining room, the guys settled following Santino's advice, and splitting up to find their missing comrades. Mark and Glen chose to go together alone, and no one raised any objections; Cena and Santino decided that they would make a good team, which left Randy, Edge and Jericho together, and together, the three of them decided (once everyone else had left) that their time would be much better spent looking for those hot Maids rather than looking for their co-workers.
"Mark, you look uncomfortable," Glen teased as he and his older brother walked down the seemingly endless halls of the Mansion.
"I am uncomfortable," the Deadman answered with a growl, raising an eyebrow at the Big Red Machine. "As I imagine any sane man would be while more or less trapped in a house filled with a bunch of other men."
Glen threw back his head a laughed. "Oh, c'mon, it's not that bad. None of the guys are even giving us a second glance...The only thing odd about us is probably how over-dressed we are."
'Taker rolled his eyes, and folded his arms. "You know, I wonder about you sometimes...Here we are, wasting one of our very few vacations in this ridiculous 'Playboy Mansion,' and you're making jokes. I swear, sometimes you're worse than Shawn and Hunter."
"Ouch," Kane with no little bit of sarcasm. "Look, Bro, stop being such a grouch. Sure, we all want to go home and be with the ones we love, but this is where we are now, and we might as well make the best of it, dammit!" His walking pace slowed until he came to a complete stop, and with a sigh, he leaned against the railing of a large, ornate staircase. "And besides..."
"What are you thinking?" 'Taker asked carefully, turning to look at his younger brother, whose face was beginning to color. "You have a dopey look in your eyes..."
"Well I..." The light red hue of his face deepened into a full blush. "It's just...I've never actually done a photo shoot before—at least, not one that wasn't supposed to make me look terrifying—and when she suggested that we..." He turned another shade of red and looked away from the Undertaker's shocked face. "I don't know, I just think it could be...kinda nice."
Mark shook his head. "Glen, you've lost your damn--"
"Oh, good afternoon," a voice called from the top of the staircase, and the two wrestlers turned around in unison.
Cynthia was standing there, or, rather, walking quickly down the steps, her dark hair flowing freely behind her with an almost unnatural luster. She was dressed in a long black ball-gown of sorts, with long flowing bell sleeves, and a hem that brushed the ground, hiding her feet. There was even a blood-red train attached to the back, matching her red Playboy/Playgirl Bunny necklace perfectly as it rested between the barest bit of visible cleavage.
"I hope you enjoyed brunch," she said somewhat breathlessly as she swept by them in a flurry of motion, the soles of her flat shoes clicking off the marble floor. "I'm sorry I don't have much time to chat...I have a short press date in a few minutes..."
Mark and Glen watched her go a few more hurried steps before Mark nudged his brother in the side.
"Hey, ask her about the others," he whispered, and Glen nodded slowly.
"Cynthia...you...You look great," the Big Red Machine called to the woman in a dazed voice, causing Cynthia to freeze in her tracks and Mark to groan loudly.
"Why, thank you," she said sheepishly, turning to them with a bright smile. "I don't like to dress like this, usually, but, you know, I have to keep up the image and all that, especially when the bloody paparazzi are around. Damned vultures are always after a story."
"You're telling me," 'Taker said, a reluctant smile on his lips. "The bastards would probably even kidnap some of us if it wasn't illegal."
Kane smacked himself in the head. "Oh, and speaking of kidnapping...have you seen Shawn, Hunter and Vince?"
Cynthia stared at him for a long moment, a completely blank look on her face, before bursting into laughter. "That was hilarious!" she choked out between gasps. "Ah, but it's brilliant! Kidnapping a bunch of wrestlers!" She leaned against a large column for support as she guffawed, wiping the tears from her eyes. When at last the laughing fit subsided, she sighed quietly.
"Thanks so much for the laugh, guys," she said sincerely. "I didn't have the best morning, and this afternoon wasn't looking to be much better..." Suddenly, a cell phone tucked away in a hidden fold of her dress began to ring. Cynthia excused herself and answered it.
"Yes...yes...Ok, so you're all in the Main Hallway? Fantastic, give me two minutes and I'll be there. Of course. Yes, I know. Alright, thanks, Babes. Bye." She flipped the small contraption shut. "Well, I'm off to meet the guys...The cameras are already out the door, and I'll be damned if I actually let them in my house." She gave the two brothers a short bow, turning to leave and taking several fast steps before stopping again.
"Actually...I'd be honored if you two would join me..." she said in a soft voice. "Not as part of my entourage, of course, but if you'd like to watch the proceedings from the sidelines, or something..."
"Why would you want us with you?" Glen asked, legitimately surprised. "We're not the best looking guys visiting here, you know."
"Speak for yourself," Mark muttered, drawing another chuckle from Cynthia.
"It has nothing to do with your attractiveness," she explained slowly, as if explaining it to herself as well. "I just...Maybe if I had someone other than a Bunny vouching for me, the people will know that I'm really not that bad a girl."
Kane looked over at the Undertaker, who had a very contemplative look on his face.
"Sure," the Deadman said after a moment. "We'll come with you, just hide us in the back, or something."
Cynthia's dark eyes brightened. "Thank you. I really do appreciate it." She beckoned to the brothers with one hand. "Let's go meet the other guys."
When the trio reached the edge of the hallway, six handsome men dressed in fine-cut tuxedos were there to greet them.
'Sorry I'm late," Cynthia said hastily, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to tame it. "The hair dresser took forever and I almost had to threaten to kill...Oh, let me introduce you to my guests for a few days." She gestured towards Mark and Glen. "These two men are professional wrestlers known as the Undertaker and Kane. They'll hopefully be posing for us soon."
"Ah, that explains why Shawn Michaels is here," one of the men with waist-length blond hair said with a laugh. "I'm Luke, and it's a pleasure to meet you both." He shook hands firmly with the Brothers of Destruction, and briefly introduced the other five men. He then turned to Cynthia, a smile on his lips. "Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm. With a smile in return, the woman took his arm, and the arm of the man nearest her other side, and they, in turn, took another man's arm.
"I'm supposed to be like Hef," she explained to Mark and Glen, who were watching the proceedings with confused expressions. "Three guys on each arm, frequent kisses, and all that silliness."
"She pretends not to enjoy it, but I think she does," another man, Michael, this one with dark blue eyes said with a wink, kissing Cynthia on the cheek. A Maid opened the front door, and the group stepped outside, immediately met with several camera flashes.
Taker and Kane watched the scene unfolded from just inside the Mansion, and, to their surprise, they were completely ignored by the paparazzi.
"They're too focused on her," 'Taker said with a lift of his hand, pointing to Cynthia's profile just outside. She was no longer smiling and had a very neutral expression as she was bombarded with questions and pictures were taken of her from every possible angle. She did smile, however, when one of the guys in her entourage tripped a reporter, causing him to fall flat on his face.
"Some of those questions are really brutal," Kane noted, sitting on the edge of a window sill. "'Who did you sleep with to get control of this company?' 'Are you ashamed of yourself?' 'Do you sleep with all of your Bunnies?' 'Any STDs?' That's just sick."
"Yeah, and she has to answer them all the time," Hunter said as he appeared in the Main Hall with Shawn at his side. They were both dressed normally again. "She was telling us yesterday that she makes a point to try to get the word out that her company isn't just some...house of sin, but no one really wants to listen."
Shawn shook his head. "It's really a shame, because she's a nice woman..."
"Where were you two last night?" Mark asked, looking over two men briefly, who seemed well-rested and...different somehow.
"Getting an all-night spa treatment," the Heartbreak Kid said with a laugh. "I had to drag Hunter, but once he was there, he really enjoyed it. Did you know she has a full spa and gym right here in the Mansion? It's great, and there's a pool, and a sauna, and a--"
"All night spa treatment?" Glen asked, voice a bit skeptical. "I can't image you consenting to that," he said to Hunter, who shook his head.
"I didn't at first...Shawn dragged me there by the ears." He smiled reluctantly. "But once I hit that hot water...I'm telling you, it feels so good on the muscles and joints...and then the massage...I slept like a baby afterwards, and when I woke up, I felt great."
Shawn nodded in agreement. "Me too. I had forgotten how nice it is to be treated like a supermodel." He laughed. "Actually, now that I think about it, you two should head over there. The mineral baths do wonders for old injuries..."
Glen scratched his chin. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea at all...I could use a nice soak, and it's not like we have anything else planned for today. What do you think, Bro?" he asked, turning to 'Taker. To his surprise, he received no response. "Mark?" He walked over to the older man, and saw that he was still gazing out the window, watching Cynthia and the reporters intently.
"What's got your attention so completely?" Glen asked, following his brother's gaze.
"I thought she was going to punch the hell out of one of those damned reporters for a minute," Mark explained, green eyes narrowing. "He 'thanked' her for taking the time out of her busy schedule of screwing guys to answer their questions. Asshole."
Kane smiled to himself, but said nothing, and instead simply told Shawn and Hunter that he and 'Taker would meet them down at the spa later, once Cynthia had returned inside.
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