Chapter 10- Great…

Taker paced about the locker room in worry. Stephanie sighed aloud. "Can you please stop Deadman… I think you need to stop, I am feeling sick," she growled.

Taker stopped as he looked to her. "Sorry, stir crazy" he muttered lowly.

Kane looked about the office for safety measure, Randy had stuck a chair in the doorway to be sure no one comes in. "We can't just wait out the story in there, there has to be a way out" Said Kane.

"Please enlighten us on master of the gay!"

"What the hell is that suppose to mean!" Kane snapped back.

"You read that smut all the time! Only guys who are queer read that!"

"Orton, shut the hell up!" Ordered Stephanie. "Or did you forget my godfather and father's best friend is gay?" she demanded.

Orton sneered as he stared at Kane angerly. Taker on the other hand took measures and slapped him upside the head. "OW"

"That's for the lip!"

"This is getting us nowhere fast" muttered Edge. "I had to be stuck in a locker room with a Deadman, a freak, animal, a thug and Orton…"

"And that makes me what?" Stephanie demanded. "Look, we got to stop jumping down one another's throats and work on getting out of this nightmare"

The men fell silent, Kane thought over an idea… one stuck. "I know what we need to go!" he announced.

"What?" everyone demanded.

"What's not mentioned in a slash fiction?" he asked the group.

"A condom?" asked Jeff.

"Sex toys?" questioned Orton.

"Our wives?" said the Undertaker.

"A sense that none of us are gay?" muttered Batista.

"No… a boy girl relationship. They are mentioned… but not written about. So, all what we need to do is have a guy kiss a girl and mean it… and perhaps sends us back home!"

"That sounds stupid enough to work," said Edge. "Who do we use?"

"Stephanie and Triple H" Kane said frankly.

"But... that means we have to go… out of the locker room!" said a panicked Rated R superstar.

"We can't just wait in here!" protested Jeff Hardy.

"Let's do it," announced Cena.

"If anything happens, John's the first to go. He's bait," announced Orton.

"Says you!"

"ENOUGH!" Taker screamed. "Kane, open the door. Steph, you cool to do this?"

Stephanie nodded as they made their way out of the locker room.

At first, things were alright, until Paul London took a running leap into the Undertaker's arms and planted a wet one on his lips. Instantly Taker dropped him. "Paul, do that again… and you won't to see your ass"

"Oh you know my language Deadman!" Paul said with a coy grin.

Randy, Dave and Orton were snickering, however Jeff saw a little payback. He left the group, but returned moments later…

As the three laughed, they all felt a tap on their shoulder. Slowly they turned to face Snitsky, Big Daddy V and Mark Henry. "We're going to pound your asses so hard, you'll be crapping out your mouth for weeks!" Sntisky said with a grin.

Randy, Edge and Dave ran like hell. Jeff smiled as he saw the three run. Taker, Kane, John and Stephanie smirked. Kane however was curious. "With what Snitsky said… is that the reason why his teeth are yellow?" he asked aloud.

"Some things are best left unknown," announced John Cena.

Stephanie looked about the hall; they saw Triple H leaning against the wall he looked a little ill with himself. Stephanie slowly approached. "Hunter?" she asked.

Hunter slowly turned to her; he couldn't bring himself to words. However Taker could read his expression. "You woke up next to Shawn naked in his bed didn't you?" Taker asked.

Hunter's eyes widened. "How did you…"

"Welcomed to being trapped in fiction" Kane growled. "Don't worry we won't say anything… right?" Kane said as he turned to Cena and Jeff.

"Dude, that's Vince's son in law! We aren't going to blow our jobs just to embarrass Hunter!" John announced.

"Oh God, we were both naked… I've seen Shawn naked before… but… not like that… he was cradled in my arms! We… we cuddled!"

"There, there Hunter. Come on let's get this done and over with!" Taker announced.

Stephanie pulled Hunter into her arms; the two began to make out. Nothing worked. "Maybe it needs to be more drastic?" asked Taker.

"How drastic?" Jeff asked.

"I need a couch, an empty locker room with a lock and ten feet distance from the door… that ten feet is for you guys," Stephanie announced.

"I was going to go twenty" Kane muttered.