Part II: Chapter I: The Wrestling Version of The Underworld
Dave Batista had always been a strong, masculine man who had tattoos surrounding his upper torso with an attitude to match. No one ever wanted to stand in his way that was for sure. Hell, the newest warrior in the Underworld's army, Shawn Michaels, had given him props for his excellent in-ring wrestling work, as well as having pushed him as being the future of the business! He couldn't have felt more confident in himself. Now here he stands, next to Chris Benoit and many others, while watching the bonfire simmer itself down.
"Hey, err…..David?" The now drunk Benoit asks.
"Yes…?"
"How did you come to be down here? Weren't you and Lord McMahon on extremely good terms?" He tosses down another shot of whiskey….damn that Benoit! Dave hesitates before answering his question.
"Chris, I really shouldn't get into it, alright?" He peers over to Chris, and looks him square in the eye as another wrestler suddenly speaks up from the opposite side of Benoit.
"Yea, David, certainly you had to do something stupid, otherwise you wouldn't be here right now! You'd be quite a bit of a necessity to Lord Vince's defense, that's for sure." David turns his head to discover Scott Steiner standing on the other side of Benoit, looking at him.
"Shut up, Scott!" David rebels.
"Make me, meat head!" He calls back; receiving a bunch of boos from surrounding wrestlers and other mortals as he talks.
"Ok, listen, I don't feel like fighting alright? In fact, I think we need to all save our energy for the battles that we're planning for later."
"Yea," Scott shrugs, "like that will ever happen!"
"Come on, Scott, you have to have some kind of faith….." David says in return. Scott takes Dave's words into consideration.
"Ok, I can see your point…so tell us, jackass, how did you get to be down here with the rest of us 'losers'?" Realizing that all Scott is doing is venting off his frustrations with having been banished down to the Underworld as well, Batista decides to answer his as well as Chris's persistent question.
"Ok, first off, Scott, with all due respect, my name is David, alright?" Scott nods his head reassuringly. "So, you want to know my side of the story, do you?"
"Of course!" Benoit replies.
"Alright, alright…..it all started off when I got into a car wreck on my way to the gym…."
Dave is driving down the highway on the way to Golds Gym for some work out time when out of nowhere, he sees this bus coming full-speed ahead, heading straight for him! Dave hits the breaks and tries to swerve out of the way, but it's already too late. The bus and his car collide and the one who ended up dying in the wreck was none other than David Batista himself. Then before he knows it, he sees nothing but a bright light as he floats closer to it.
"Hey, am I dead?" he asks himself as he sees the light getting closer and closer. He realizes that he probably is and lets his soul fly completely up into the clouds to discover that he is standing in front of a huge pearly white gate, which appears to be as tall as any arena he has ever seen. He hesitantly walks through the partially open gate, to discover none other than Shane McMahon himself, standing directly in front of his path. "Hey, Shane, what are you doing here? Is this heaven?" He looks around to see a golden plated street leading up towards a large castle-like palace. David is left stunned.
"This is McMahon's heaven, yes. May I ask how you came to be here?"
"Uh," David tries to think for a moment while getting his mind in order, "well, I just got hit by a bus! How did you all get to be here?"
"As if you wouldn't know," Shane says, mockingly, "my father now rules this place, since after all; he overthrew the Lord almighty himself at Backlash." David almost wants to laugh when he hears this; Vince McMahon had actually overthrown God! Personally speaking, Batista cannot believe what he is hearing.
"So, let me get this straight: your father, Vince McMahon,"
"Actually, Dave, its LORD McMahon…"
"Ok, Shane, whatever, so your father, Lord McMahon, overthrew God at Backlash-you mean to tell me, that that wasn't just a storyline after all? It was actually for real?"
"Does this look real? Tell me, Dave, does this look real to you?" David has to admit that he being dead is as real as it could and can get! But then David notices something else, something rather funny about the way Shane is dressed….why that man is wearing a white robe with silk lining! And he also has a pair of winged sandals to match-just what kind of outfit is that?
"Shane, just what the hell are you supposed to be wearing?"
"Oh, well, being the disciple of my father and Lord, I now play as his messenger…."
"Well, that may be so, but do you know who you remind me of?"
"Who?" Shane asks abruptly.
"With those stupid ass flying flip flops of yours, you look like Michael Jordon, who is just getting ready to sell his gay shoes in a commercial! You look ridiculous for crying out loud!"
"HEY! THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"
"Ha-ha-ha! Wanna bet, sunshine? So your father rules the heavens, right?"
"Yes, what's it to you?" Oh now he is getting smart! Batista doesn't like this in the least…
"Well, let him come on down and meet me, I want to meet the new Lord Almighty for myself. Bring him on down!" And within a few minutes, Shane gives Batista a nasty stare down competition before walking off to get his father. David remains standing by the gate as he spots Vince coming toward him from a distance…
"So let me get this straight," Scott interrupts, "Vince is indeed the new lord almighty now? You have to be shitting me!"
"Does it look like I'm kidding?" David asks seriously. Scott backs down and allows Batista to continue his story. "Anyways….as I was saying…."
Vince walks up to Batista and greets him for the very first time; Lord Vince is wearing a golden robe and pants complete with a heavily jeweled golden crown, which sets high upon his head. Batista stands before him, almost wanting to burst into automatic laughter, but manages to hold himself back.
"Why if it isn't for Batista!" Vince growls, letting his voice echo through the atmosphere around him. Batista just looks at him.
"Uh, yea, Vince….so you uh, rule now I suppose?"
"IT'S LORD MCMAHON DAMN YOU!" Vince screams. "TELL HIM, SHANE! TELL HIM I'M THE LORD ALMIGHTY!" Looking rather embarrassed, Shane appeases his father's command with hesitation.
"Uh, yea, Batista….he's Lord Almighty…"
"Ok….so, Lord Almighty, or whatever the hell it is that you want to be called…what do you call this place?"
"Are you MOCKING ME?" Lord McMahon growls with agitation. "He's mocking me, isn't he Shane? Tell me he's mocking me!" Shane feels forced and tells his father that Batista is indeed mocking him. Batista rolls his eyes as he receives a royal tongue lashing. "You know what, Batista? You may think you can mock me, but you can't! I'm Lord McMahon! I am the NEW God! And I'll be damned if I let you do that to me! Shane….banish this bastard's ass! I don't need him here, do I, Shane?" he turns to face his son, who looks like a nervous wreck.
"Uh, but dad, err I mean Lord McMahon, he's just the right type to…"
"DON'T TELL ME HE'S THE RIGHT TYPE TO DO ANYTHING! GET HIM OUT OF HERE! NOW!" Shane, rather feeling regretful of having to do such a thing, does the same thing he had later done to Shawn, and creates a large black hole that sucks Batista in and sends him to the Underworld. Vince then smiles at his son for doing such a prestigious deed and proceeds to walk straight back toward his palace looking and feeling rather pleased…
"HAHAHAHAA!" Scott continues to laugh out loud. "Oh my god! That is so damn funny! Now come on, tell us the real story."
"That is! You think I'm lying?"
"Who knows? Knowing you, you probably are…."
"-Hiccup-yea Batista, that story was just too damn hilarious to be for real….-hiccup-!" Benoit agrees.
"FINE! You don't want to believe me, then that's your choice….can we change the subject now?" Batista looks back at the dying red flames of the bon fire and falls silent as Benoit cracks open another beer bottle-the 100th one that night!
"Damn, Benoit, have enough to drink?" Scott finally asks.
"-Hiccup-nope! I tell you, this is the good shit here! It makes me feel so damn happy….Oh Batista…?" He smiles and looks up at his friend.
"…What is it this time?"
"…I think you're cute, I know you're sexy, you got the looks, that drives ME WILD-you got the moves…"
"BENOIT SHUT UP!" Batista rang out. God that song was really beginning to get on his nerves.
"Hey, David?"
"Yes, Scott?"
"I think that maybe uh," he takes a look over at Benoit before continuing, "you should really think about taking that stuff away from him-I think it's making him horny…" to this, Benoit begins to lick Batista's neck very slowly, causing Batista to back away from him suddenly.
"No, you think?" Batista asks, angrily.
"Well, I'm just saying….." Scott inquired.
"Benoit!" David yells. "Stop it! Can we please just continue the conversation?" Benoit, finally getting the point, stops licking his neck and turns to face Scott once again. "Thank you! God damn!"
"Hey, ok….here's a question for you….what power were you given when you got here?" Scott asks.
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"Well, every wrestler when they come down here is given a certain ability unique to only them….so what's yours?"
"Mine is kind of stupid…"
"Oh come on….like mine is creating a supernova…..so tell us, what's yours?" Realizing that a power can't possibly get any more useless than being able to create a supernova, David finally obliges and answers the question.
"Mine's uh, being able to see through any walls or buildings as if they weren't there…."
"Well hey, that may actually come in handy once we go fight our war….what do you think-Benoit...Benoit?" He hears silence until Benoit answers.
"Well-hiccup-I think that's great!"
"Ok, Benoit," David begins, "so, you willing to tell us what your secret power is…." Benoit looks at the bottle and smiles before looking back at Dave and Scott.
"Oh that's simple, really….I have the ability to drink what I want, when I want, and how ever much I want, without actually overdosing! Doesn't that rock?"
"Yea," Batista agrees, "if all you wanna do is party, that is…."
"So, how did you come to gain the ability to see through walls, David?" Scott questions the former World Champ. David smiles, and then finally begins telling the story of how his super power came to be….
A/N: Ok, end of Part II: Chapter I. Now as you might be able to notice, here is how it works: each individual part, a particular wrestler is put into the spotlight as to having his story told. This time, it's Batista. The next chapter will contain his story of how he gained his power and what he plans on doing with it now since he has become part of the Underworld's army. I know this is a little weird, but this is supernatural after all. It's going to get a little complex, so tell me, should I continue? Let me know by sending in a review, thanks.