Chapter 2- Sick minds
"Can you imagine? Who the hell would write something like that!" Taker demanded.
"Mark, you're talking to a guy that was in a storyline about Kane screwing a corpse… at the moment that storyline sounds a hell of a lot better!"
"You serious Hunter?" Questioned the Undertaker.
Hunter only shrugged his shoulders to him, he was partly serious, not to mention he read a story or two out of curiosity. The two men spoke of the stories Kane found on the net, yet Hunter couldn't bring himself to confess he has read some of them. Taker however was sick with the very thought of it. "There's something wrong with those boys if they are getting some sort of enjoyment out of this"
"You're taking it too personally, besides with fans, there's probably a story of you screwing everyone in the locker room"
"You're not helping Hunter. You're making me sound like the locker room bike!"
"You think you would be the whore? I doubt it" smirked Triple H. "I doubt anyone has made you their bitch anyway…"
"Can we change the subject?"
Hunter noticed how uncomfortable it was making his friend, so he changed the subject. "So, what's your plan for tonight?"
"Drinking stiff drinks, then going to bed," Taker muttered, he didn't have the guts or courage to tell Hunter about being stuck in fictional stories. As well, he doubts he would ever be believed. It's happen twice, yet the second time around wasn't so bad.
Matt, Jeff and Dave haven't spoke about it. He doubted anyone remembered; he hopes it stays that way. Taker finished his beer as he excused himself from the table, he headed up to his hotel room where Kane sat in his bed reading on the laptop. "You're still looking over that garbage!" he demanded.
"No, I moved on to the more innocent ones. Did you know there's one of us as Pokemon?" he asked.
Taker stared at him in a confused tone. "What the hell is that?"
"Never mind" muttered Kane. "You know you need to lighten up you know…. What are you doing?"
Taker began to pull his bed away from Kane. "I can't sleep with you're computer is on…"
"Oh for crying out loud if you're that uncomfortable I will turn off the computer and sleep in the hallway!"
"Kane… sorry man… but remember what happened the last time… I mean… when we were stuck wondering through bizarre stories?" he asked.
A smile came over the big red machine. "Yeah and you found me in a slash story… You were suppose to tickle me with a feather whip you know…"
"Don't remind me before bed!" growled the Deadman. He went into the bathroom to change into sleeping clothing. Kane only rolled his eyes as he waited for Taker to come out; he needed the facilities to take out his contact lenses. As they finished preparing for bed, neither one wished the other a good night… for once wasn't going to come this particular night….