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Here's a little wrestling vocabulary:

FACE- Hero or good guy

HEEL- Bad guy or villain

DARK MATCH- Matches where wrestlers (either new or unknown) are done in the arena the same night as televised shows; these matches, however are not put on air.

POP- Applause of cheers form the crowd

HEAT- Booing

BRIGHTLIGHTS AND BRUISES

All packs have their personalities.

The WWE was no exception. Within the group, there were leaders; wild ones, nurturers and all had their place- their purpose. Amongst the grand scheme of things they worked well together. But the average pack is different from that of feral mutants. Along with animal agility and strength, there is the added ability of human compromise and it was this component that truly defined the wrestlers. Some were silent, purely brooding walls of muscle; others were rushes of energy, laced in leaner- more stealth forms. Then there were those who seemed to be the perfect mix of both. Their builds coincided power with the right amount of flexibility and a mentality worthy of predators. They could transform in the blink of an eye. And it was these 'balanced' mutants whom seemed to be the best. They were the main events and the crowds roared just for them. These particular ferals made the people hungry and kept them begging for the moment.

Brennan was just starting to learn this in the ring.

It was his first dark match, one week into this new life on RAW. Instead of training, Vince thought him good enough to go ahead and do matches and his initial reactions had been good. Looks and charm put him over well with the females while sheer ability got his in with the guys. The guy he was facing was some other unknown and not well liked by the crowd. And as much as the elemental liked his debut as a face wrestler, part of him wished he were a heel- just to have a little more fun. He'd seen how guys like Edge and Hunter took full advantage of their villain roles; which made the other wrestlers look good and go over with the crowd. And now standing on the ring corner, the large mutant flipped into the air, landed smoothly on his opponents torso (knocking the man out). The referee counted quickly, as the arena erupted in applause. Leaping onto the ropes, Brennan raised his arms as applause rushed over. He was in heaven.

Shalimar stood curtain side, grinning as her love lived his dream. Knowing that he was happy made it so much easier for them- for her. And though unsure about the situation, she did love the rush of the show, especially the ones on Monday night.

"He's good."

Almost instantly, she froze. All at once, her nerves tingled, and that scent filled her nostrils. It bothintoxicated and pissed her off. Turning around, she came face to face with the man who'd invaded her senses.

Hunter grinned smugly while scratching the new growth of his beard. He watched the blonde fold her arms (as if that could protect her). He knew she hadn't heard what he said. Only her senses had picked him up, causing the involuntary reactions in her body. And he knew the one thing she hated losing was control. Most ferals did. "Mulwray…"

"What?" Shalimar asked half dazed. Her brown eyes begged to glow as she stood her ground. Again, Hunter grinned, his cockiness was infuriating. And so sexy…

"Your boyfriend." He continued. "He did a good match tonight. He's got some good moves."

"….Thanks. What are you doing here? I thought your match wasn't up yet."

"Change of plans." HE grinned while adjusting the tape on his hands. "The 'GAME' gets to open the show. Promo time for a later match with Dave."

Now Shalimar was taking in his ring attire and the evolution t-shirt that stretched across his chest. He, like Brennan, was uncommonly tall. But this man was a good sixty-pounds heavier in thick, sculpted muscle. Shalimar rubbed the back of her neck, and closed her eyes. But once again they opened and rolled down his body. Damn! She thought while gazing at his legs. He has the thickest thighs…Her eyes continued till they met his.

Shit! He'd been watching her.

And he was grinning about it.

"So, Shalimar…I-"

"HEY BABE!" Brennan grinned as he stepped through the curtain. The feral was so happy that she jumped up to hug him, wrapping her legs around his waist. It was an act of pure reaction (especially since part of her knew if Brennan hadn't walked up, she'd have wrapped around the 'game').

"Hey…" She managed, while not letting go. The elemental kissed her forehead before setting the woman down.

"Good match, man." Hunter smiled while shaking his hand. "I'm looking forward to us out there soon."

The elemental grinned while keeping an arm around the blonde woman. "I can't wait."

"Same here." Hunter's intro music started. He only smirked before walking onto the ramp way. Shalimar watched as he made his intro, her lips parting as if thirsty.

"Shal!" Brennan said a second time, interrupting the woman. Quickly she turned to face him. "Let's hit the locker room, okay?"

"…You go ahead. I'll be right there." She made sure he turned away before continuing to watch the Promo. Hunter was in the ring, in character and getting a rise out of the audience. Soon, the feral woman was headed back to the locker room, but paused to first hit the cafeteria. She so needed a drink. Hell, she needed a lot more than that…

Jesse walked the packed halls of Monday Night Raw, a clipboard in one hand and cables in the other. He'd been locked in thought over some technical work the crew needed done when a hand snaked through his hair. Turning, he caught Lexa's eager grin. "Hey you"

"Hey yourself." He replied back. "What's up?"

"I'm just setting up some stuff for Jordan, afterwards I'm done. What about you?"

"Wirework." The molecular exhaled. "Got to go fix some camera's before the final match. But it shouldn't take long…"

"Well, not for you anyway…" The brunette grinned. His blue eyes flashed a daring look back at her. He loved when she flirted. "…You know what I'm itchin' to do?"

"…What's that, Lex?"

Stepping forward, the woman traced a finger along his chest, causing a devious smirk on both their faces. "Well…"

"Yeah…"

"…I'm itching…to use my powers."

Exhaling, the molecular chuckled. "Aren't you doing that right now?"

"I mean my 'powers' powers." Lexa replied. "It's been forever since I blew something up." Jesse only watched her with the most devious smirk. "You know what I mean!"

"Yeah…well, unfortunately, I do. I guess it's just the mutancy."

"You know what we should do." Lexa whispered. "Is go on our own little mission."

The molecular frowned at his teammate as they began to walk. "What? Like around here?"

"Yeah. We should find out what actually is going on with all these ferals. Even Jordan said she didn't have all the answers."

The man exhaled as he watched his beautiful teammate. It was getting harder for him to hide how she 'affected' him. "You're sure."

"Yes. Jesse! Let's get to the bottom of this; see what's really going on." Lexa replied. "How about it?"

His eyes lowered for the moment before his arms folded. "Alright."

"Good. We'll keep it our little secret…at least till we know something."

"Hey, J!" Brennan called as he walked the hall. The woman turned from talking to another crewmember and greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, Brennan. Good match…"

"Thanks," He replied as they began to walk. "You seen Shal? She never came back to the locker room."

"Sorry, Sparky. I've been in the production trailer with some of the writers. Everything's okay…right?"

"Yeah," The elemental replied as his lead lowered in thought. "I just wondered where she got off to…"

"That doesn't sound too sure." Brennan took in the light colored black woman, his expression unreadable to her. "What?" She managed. "Is there something on me?"

"No…I was just thinkin'…we hadn't seen you in forever, and now-"

"Ah! Now, you can't get rid of me- again. So you only have your days when you miss me, right?" Her grin had him smiling all of a sudden. The two made they're way into the cafeteria and got drinks before sitting down. "How are you and Shalimar doing?"

"We're good. Finally."

"It did take you two forever." The woman smirked.

Brennan leaned on the table facing her before taking a drink from his water bottle."I did have one 'sexy' little road block…"

"Well, thank you…but there is something else on your mind. What's up?"

"I don't know. I came back from my match and Shal was in the hallway with Hunter. They seemed intense about something."

The raven-haired woman looked away, remembering when the two ferals first met. She knew this could be dangerous. "Don't worry, sweetie. Hunter's bark is worse than his bite."

"He's a feral. All they do is bite."

"Seriously…So, you and Shal need a lift? I'm leaving soon."

"No, thanks. We have a car and Jericho's riding with us." Her slender brow rose at his words, a laugh daring to spill from her lips. "What?"

"Just Jericho, right?"

"No…Randy and your boyfriend, Edge is coming too."

She rolled her eyes while getting up. "Funny, Sparky. Riding with Jericho, you'll never get where you're going…and Edge isn't my boyfriend."

"Well your taste can't slip. I mean you did date me."

Shalimar sat back, fishing her third bottle of water and watching as her love and former teammate joked around before she left. Exhaling the woman sat back. What am I? She thought. Freakin' bi –polar? Either I'm hot over Hunter or raging over Jordan and Brennan! Shit! Standing, she threw the bottle in the trashcan before walking off. Suddenly, she needed to vent.

Jesse and Lexa found themselves last in the large arena that night. Moving casually, their footsteps were still silent. The molecular placed his hands deep into the pockets of his blue jeans. "So…where do we start?"

"Let's hit the offices. I know where Vince's is from earlier." She semi led him down the corridor. Soon, she was pulling the molecular close beside the door. Peeking in, two different shades of blue eyes caught sight of the chairman.

The large man was thoughtful and seeming to mumble until she realized he was on a call. They were on the speakerphone. The conversation was low with Vince sitting at his desk and the voice seeming almost robotic. The pencil in his hand spun twirled slowly between patient fingers.

"We've known each other for a while." The caller said. "And I trust you with everything. Look at all we've been through. When ever one needed something, the other was quick to help out."

"You don't have to go there with me." McMahon replied. "I know this story as well as you. But it is getting serious. My rosters are some of the best athletes in the world. I have to keep it that way."

"Then this works for us both-"

"THE HELL IT DOES!" Vince yelled. "You can't guarantee me that these people won't come out of the woodwork or that one of these wrestlers won't have an episode while in the ring – on camera!"

"I can."

"BULLSHIT!"

"I'm desperate to save them! They're like my children. Look, for now the people you were worried about are not an issue."

"Then damn it! Keep it that way?" The pencil had long since broken as the phone slammed off the desk. Moving back, Jesse pulled Lexa further down the hall till they were out of earshot.

"What the hell was that about?" He spoke softly. Facing him, the brunette ran a hand through her hair.

"Adam…that was all about Adam."