Obligatory slashy chapter number one! XD

"That feels so good!" Hunter sighed loudly as he sank up to his neck into a small pool of steaming hot water. "A guy could get used to a place like this!"

"I hate to agree with you," Glen said with a sigh of his own as he let the water come up to his chin. "But you're absolutely right. This place is heaven... I've done nothing but sleep, ogle the pretty maid and get pampered all day!"

The Game nodded with a smile, eyes closed as he leaned back against a towel at the edge of the hot tub. "Same here..." He blinked once and sat up slightly. "Although, speaking of pretty maids...where did Shawn and Mark go?"

Kane sat up as well and looked around briefly. "I don't know...I know they came into the spa area with us..."

Hunter smiled wickedly. "Now what could those two possibly be doing alone together, I wonder..."

"Alone, and wearing only towels," Glen added with a smirk, scratching his chin innocently. "I wonder what they could possibly be doing with one another..."

"Or to one another," Triple H muttered, snickering once before bursting into laughter. It wasn't long, then, before Kane joined in, the two of them having a good chuckle at the expense of their friends.

"So, how do you like it?" Shawn asked with a smile as he lay on the white mat, looking over at Mark, who was getting a back massage from one of the Maids trained in physical therapy.

"It's...alright," 'Taker answered, stubbornly refusing to admit that he was starting to enjoy getting pampered. From the moment he had walked into the spa area, the women had done everything short of carrying him around to make sure that he was comfortable. Now, lying on a mat and content, he couldn't deny that he was enjoying himself...

Shawn chuckled, still staring at the Undertaker, trying to imagine what the big man's photo shoot would end up looking like.

'No doubt, he'll fight it tooth and claw until the end,' the Heartbreak Kid reasoned, sighing. 'poor Cynthia...he's going to give her such a hard time...Unless, I can soften him up a little first...'

With a wicked grin, Shawn climbed off the cot he had been lying on a whispered something into the Maid's ear. Her eyes grew wide for a moment, before a large smile crossed her face.

"Of course, Mr. Michaels," she said sweetly before vanishing into the mist that rose from the nearby baths.

'Taker groaned when the lovely pressure on his muscles suddenly disappeared, and then gasped in surprise when he felt a completely different set of hands begin to caress his back and shoulders.

"What the hell...?" he wondered aloud, opening his eyes and seeing Shawn standing over him, an all-too-familiar smirk on his face. "Michaels, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Shawn laughed. "Well, you see, who knows better than a wrestler how to treat a wrestler's injuries?" he asked cryptically. "Unlike that kind woman, I can see spots of tension that no one else would notice...because I have them myself." He poked a spot on the Deadman's shoulder lightly. "See, right there—Any normal person would mistake that for a muscle, but I know that it's a little knot of stress. Hmmm...What are you stressed about, Mark?"

"You. Touching me," 'Taker mumbled, closing his eyes and lying back down. "Now go away, I was starting to relax." He inhaled deeply, feeling Shawn's hands leave his back, almost ready to relax again, when all of his breath left him in a whoosh as Shawn Michaels jumped onto his back, knocking the wind out of him.

"Dammit, Michaels! Get off!"

Shawn laughed wicked. "You'll have to make me!"

Hunter and Glen—whom had, by this time crept up to the door of the massage parlor—listened to the conversation inside with wide eyes. The slightly more mischievous of the two, Hunter opened the door a crack and peeked inside, barely able to hold in his laughter as he back away.

"What did you see?" Kane asked, squinting through the crack himself.

"Shawn and your big brother wrestling on the floor...in towels!" Triple H rolled around laughing for a few moments before a thought occurred to him. "Hey, do you have a--"

"Camera?" Glen asked, showing off the sleek device with a wicked grin. "Already recording, man."

"Excellent. Those two are so our slaves forever. Well...maybe not Shawn. I don't think he'd care all that much about a vid of him tussling with the Undertaker almost naked."

Kane scratched his chin. "Most likely. But the Deadman won't stand for it. He'll be our bitch for life."

Hunter began to laugh again. "Judging by this fight, I'd say he's already Shawn's bitch! Look!"

The two men peeked together through the door again, just in time to see Shawn threatening to snatched the Undertaker's towel off.

"This. Is. Gold," Glen whispered to himself as he continued to record. "I'm sure Cynthia will be particularly pleased..."

Hunter gave the Big Red Machine a sidelong glance and shook his head. "Dude, do you have a crush on her or something? She's like, half your age."

Kane smacked the Game in the back of the head, causing the blond to cringe and sink down to the floor, holding his abused cranium. "Idiot! Of course not! I'm a married man!" A light blush crossed his face. "And, besides all of that...I'm not that old, you know..."

Triple H snickered, still wincing. "Glen and Cynthia sitting in a tree," he sang, smile widening. "F-U-C-"

"Dammit, Helmsley!" Glen roared, pouncing on the slightly smaller man and beginning a brawl that, ironically, mirrored the one going on just inside the massage parlor.

Well, that was fun. XD Oh, and next chapter...meet the WSFA! XD

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