Chapter II:
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"Oh shoot…." Shawn managed to say as Bret approached him from the other side of the ring. Bret wears a huge grin that seems to stretch across from one ear to the other as he slowly makes his way towards him. "Bret…please….I am so sorry for anything that I have ever done to you…."
"Is that right?" He turns around to look at someone standing some distance behind him. "You hear this guy? Says he's sorry….he-he-ha! Sorry my ass! I don't know, what do you think, Owen?"
"Oh," a man mutters as he comes forward, showing his face for the first time in years in front of Michaels, "I'd say he's full of it…isn't that right-boys?" And with that being said, every single wrestler that had ever had a problem with the Show Stopper showed his face under the shining illuminescent glow of the place. Shawn's face grows pale as he looks around the ring in astonishment.
"I'd say lets get HIM!" and with that, every single former member of The Hart Foundation, along with Hulk Hogan and the Rock, jump into the ring and start beating down upon him.
"OUCH! OUCH!" –Punch, punch, kick, punch- "OUCH! OW! COME ON! PLEASE! AH! NO!" –Punch, scratch, kick- "OUCH! SHOOT! OUCH!" This continues for several minutes, until Bret calls for a time out.
"Ok….that's end of round one…..time out….and then its onto-…"
"BRET! PLEASE! STOP! I'LL DO ANYTHING, I swear! Please…." Shawn begs with sweat and blood pouring down his face. "Bret, please call these people off! I will do anything you ask me to, please…." Bret approaches and stands over the lain bruised body of Michaels and begins to have second thoughts.
"….What's in it for me if I let you off of the hook? Are you going to finally apologize to me?"
"Yes…in fact," Shawn says, attempting to catch his breath, "I'll apologize to you right now, I'm sorry…..really, I am."
"I'm not so sure…."
"Bret…just please, trust me on this one!"
"What makes you think that I should trust YOU? After all, you are the one who screwed me so long…"
"Just please! Let's get over that, alright…can we move on with our-lives?" He looks up at him, and notices that Owen is standing next to his brother.
"Come on, Bret, he's right…." Owen tells him.
"RIGHT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN, RIGHT? He screwed me for crying out loud, isn't that enough to get an apology on, even I would have forgiven him by now…..what does that sincerely say about you? Hmm?" Bret, realizing Owen is right, decides to call his people off of Shawn; but not before giving Shawn an ultimatum first.
"….Ok, ok….guys, come on….let him go." Hesitantly all of them back away from the beaten, tired man. "Shawn….if I forgive you…..you have to do me and everyone else here one final favor….or we will make sure you never live to see another day…."
"Yes!" Shawn vigorously nods his head in response. "Anything…..I will do anything….I swear Bret…anything to make it up to you and these folks here." Bret smiles and glances around the room and everyone in it, and gets an idea as to what that ultimatum will be.
"Ok…you say you will do ANYTHING, right? Well, we have a little proposition for you-you were banished down here by that damn Lord McMahon or whatever you want to call him, correct?" hails of laughter suddenly fill the room.
"Ouch, yea…" Shawn tells him, holding his head with his left hand.
"Well, you are a Christian, right?"
"Yea, Catholic in fact, why?" Bret finally helps him up to his feet.
"Then we will need you, just as much as you will need us. We will explain it to you a little later, but what we want from you, is for you to become a warrior for our cause." Shawn, not knowing what the man is talking about, looks at him funny. "Now I want to get at McMahon just as much as you do, or anyone else in this room for that matter, and since you are the only true Christian here, I can see to it that I and my personal friends help train you for what is to come. So, do you want in, or not?" He holds out his hand as the room falls dead silent. Shawn, not knowing what else to do, shakes his hand in response and agrees to Bret's offer. The Undertaker then shows up out of nowhere, right along side his brother Kane.
"So, I see we have our newest Warrior…." The Undertaker inclines.
"…Yes," Bret finally says, turning his complete attention to the Undertaker, "we do….."
"That's what I needed to know….now take him to the back and show him everything that you know. Show him to the dark side…..MWHAHAHAHA!" The Undertaker and his brother disappear behind a large cloud of smoke and fire as the other wrestlers remain standing there in silence.
"Ok…then, let's get you cleaned up and show you your new fighting attire…." Bret pats Shawn on the back as the other men carry him away from the enclosed area. With that, Bret continues to stare as Owen asks him a question.
"Bret, what if Shawn refuses to help us fight Lord McMahon?"
"What are you talking about, refuses? He is on the same side as I am obviously, otherwise he'd be up there in paradise probably kissing McMahon's filthy ass!"
"Uh, Bret?"
"Yea?"
"Newsflash, he already HAS!"
"Oh….." Bret says, before finally following the others out of the room.
Meanwhile, out in the bon fire party area…..
Dave Batista had always been on the good side of Vince McMahon throughout his entire wrestling career, so as to why the hell he was sent down here, he is clueless. He stands beside Chris Benoit, who is drinking a beer and getting drunk; while Dave is looking into the flames of the bon fire.
"This stinks…." Batista finally groans out loud.
"Wha"-hiccup- "what stinks?" Benoit asks while taking another gulp of his beer.
"Like as if you wouldn't know-you drunken skunk!" Batista says gritting his teeth.
"I-I am err, not DRUNK……but damn…..this shit's good!"
"GIVE ME THAT!" Batista commands, grabbing Benoit's beer bottle, which is almost empty. He looks down to the ground below to discover piles upon piles of beer bottles and cans, most of them-consumed by Chris. "Benoit," Batista asks faintly, "how many of these freaking things have you had to drink since you came down here?"
"Uh…..umm…..hold on….let me think…." Benoit tries to count on both hands as his body sways from one side to the other. "I don't know….I can't count that high…."
"Yea, and that's exactly my point! Stop drinking! You're making yourself sick!"
"Err….but Batista," –hiccup- "you don't have to care about me so much you know….err…" Benoit gives Batista a stoned look as he struggles to stand upright. "You know what, Dave?"
"WHAT?" Dave growls in return.
"I think you're cute….I know you're sexy, you've got the looks, that DRIVES ME WILD!" Dave rolls his eyes in complete annoyance, as he recognizes those lyrics from Shawn's "Sexy Boy" theme song; like as if he didn't have to hear it enough on earth, now he has to hear it down here, while being supposedly hit on by Benoit! Benoit continues to sing the song with his twisted lyrics for a few more seconds until Dave yells at him in contempt.
"Chris-SHUT UP!"
"What? I'm just trying to cheer you up…." Benoit says, smiling with his blood-shot eyes gazing upon the former Heavyweight Champion. "You're so pretty…." Chris smiles.
"Chris," Dave says, while keeping his gaze upon the open flames directly in front of them, "I said, SHUT UP!"
Back to Shawn and the rest of the gang….
"Wow! That's an actual outfit?" Shawn managed to ask from inside the small enclosed area that had become known as his "dressing room" just a few minutes prior. "But it just looks like a dog's choking collar…only painted black!"
"Just put it on, damn you!" Rock says, rather annoyed.
"Alright…" Shawn obliges and puts on the chained top and chained-up leather chaps over his worn jeans he had just put on. "OOooo, leather…I like leather…."
"Shawn-just please….put the stupid thing on and then follow the rest of the gang-we have a lot to show you today, so let's go!" Shawn hurries and tightens up the chaps around his jeans belt securely before following the Rock out through the hallway to meet the others for the second phase of their plan. "Ok, Shawn…." Rock says, pointing to the other two men surrounding them, "it's now time for phase two…..if you will please follow Rico and Rhino here, they will be able to show you your new weaponry and other such things that you'll need. Guys….here you go…." Shawn then followed the two men down the stony path a few feet before finally getting enough courage to speak up.
"Hey boys," Shawn says shyly, "hey, Rhino, weren't you apart of TNA or something?" To this, he gets no answer, just Rhino glaring straight ahead intently; he then turns to face Rico, who is on the opposite side of him. "Hey, Rico….weren't you released a long time ago or something? Is that why you're down here?" Again silence.
"Shawn," Rhino and Rico finally answer, "shut up!"
A little while later….
"This, Shawn is you're new found friend…..welcome the largest sword we have in the entire collection." Rico offers, handing him a large double edged sword with a long, black handle on the end.
"WOW! This, this is incredible….and you just hand these things out like candy?" He asks stupidity.
"Not along….now we have to show you what no one else has ever seen before." Rico implied with a smile, just what is he up to, Shawn can't be quite sure, but he certainly likes the tone of voice the man is using during his presentation. "This, Shawn, is Mrs. Jazz…..she is the magic power specialist…Jazz…if you will please…." Rico steps out of the way, allowing Shawn to get a full view of the rather muscular dark woman standing in front of him.
"Shawn…so nice to see you after such a long time…..I have heard so much about you…come here, step forward, don't worry, I won't bite." She grins and steps forward, giving Shawn her hand in the process. Shawn looks down at her, nervous and almost scared. "Don't worry, I just have to finish up with you and that will be all for today. How does that sound?" Shawn hesitates before answering.
"Ummm what are you going to do to me?"
"Oh, you'll see….now Rico, Rhino…..will you please step outside for a moment while this session takes place?"
"Certainly." Both men claim as they head out of the room. Shawn turns to face her….and that is when she places her hand, palm-first, against his temple and causes him to completely black out. The last thing Shawn remembers hearing is the faint sound of chanting coming from Jazz…..
A while Later…..
"What? Where am I?"
"Don't worry, Shawn, you're with us now…." Bret says to him while caressing his hair gently. "Just slowly get yourself up and I will show you how to get a handle on things…." Get a handle on things? What the fuck?
"Bret? What happened?" He slowly raises himself up off of the concrete floor while trying to clear his blurry vision. He then feels it, the pounding sensation of his forehead. Just what had happened to him?
"Shawn….now carefully get yourself up….that's it…easy does it…..but be careful-don't try too hard!" Shawn staggers and clinches both fists and while doing so, streaks of lightning and electricity shot from his palms! He blinked abruptly, seemingly stunned! "Now Shawn-damn it! Be careful! You can hurt someone doing that!"
"What-what on earth is going on? WHAT DID THAT WOMAN DO TO ME?"
"SHH! Calm down, alright, you-you have new powers now. The power to shoot electricity. Just calm down and I will show you how to manage it and control it." Within several minutes, the two of them stood side by side, and were showing each other what the strength of will power can do to master their newly found super powers. Bret had the power to throw flame, while Shawn had the power to obviously throw Lightning bolts wherever he so chooses. After a while, Shawn's confidence begins to grow and he begins to become more powerful with each streak of electricity he shoots across the room. And finally after one full day of showing Shawn the ropes of becoming a full-time warrior, he has undergone a complete transformation and it is then that it becomes obvious-Shawn is now ready to fight the battle against Lord McMahon.
TBC?
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