Chapter 12- Is it the end?
Shawn made it to the arena the next morning, it was a big pay per view where all the brands were featured… then again… every pay per view has become that. Shawn walked the halls nervously, the dream he had that night creeped the hell out of him and to be on the safe side he avoided Hunter like the plague. Something he didn't do unless he was trying to hide a gift from him or a secret.
He just made it to the change room when the guys stared at him oddly. "What? What are you staring at! What's so funny?" Shawn demanded in a nervous tone.
"Jumpy much are we Michaels?" questioned the Undertaker. "You look like you woke on the wrong side of the bed!"
"Just… didn't sleep is all, that's all it was no sleep" he growled lowly as he sifted through his back. They guys quickly changed and left, Shawn for some reason waited for all of them to go before he changed into his ring gear. Not knowing of the conversation just outside of the door…
Outside…
"Damn, I feel bad we had to dump that all on him, can't we tell him what happened?" Cena asked in a whisper.
Taker shook his head. "And risk public embarrassment? No. Edge, Orton and Dave all assume it was a dream and they are going to be too macho to say otherwise… if they do, they know that we know about it… as well as the slash story they seem to have woken up in."
"I got Dave, all you need to do is make a whipping motion at him or show him a ball gag, and he shuts the hell up in an instant" Kane said with a grin. "Oh come on Deadman, let me rib him, just once!"
"Kane, we ain't forcing the issue… and it's not a good idea to carry that around with you." Taker growled lowly as he noticed the ball gag in his brother's hand.
"Then let me 'get rid of it' my way?" he asked with a sly grin.
Taker rolled his eyes at him and nodded. "If he asks, I know nothing, none of us know anything and it's your ass he's going after not ours…"
"Who says he's going to want to go after my ass after seeing this in his bag?"
"Ah… good point. Damn, why didn't I think of that?" Taker muttered.
"So… it's a no on mentioning anything to anyone"
"Damn right or do you want everyone to know you stood exposed before Orton and Edge playing strip poker?" Kane snapped back.
John's face tuned a beet red. "We never talked" and walked away.
Kane however took his chances and planted the ball gag in Batista's luggage in the locker room; he was in luck that Triple H was distracting the Animal as the gag was planted.
He left as quickly as he entered; Kane lingered in a darkened hallway for a moment as Dave went in to get ready. Kane then made his move moment's later. He entered the locker room as Batista was cursing. "What the fu… Oh hey… hey Kane" he said in a stutter as he hid something behind his back.
Kane only gave him his stone cold glare as if he didn't care as to what Dave was doing, when really, he was laughing on the inside. Batista quickly shoved the item back into his bag and zipped it up before anyone noticed. Kane however was greeted to a surprise of his own… He kept it out of view until Dave left. Once alone, Kane reached into his bag… and pulled out pixie sticks. He gave a smirk, knowing someone was ribbing him somewhere.
He only sat back and downed the sugary treat. "At least it's not grape" he muttered to himself…
THE END.