Part II: Chapter II: Batista's story…..
Batista looks over at Benoit and Scott as they continue to stare into the cold, red flames of the seizing bon fire before them as he begins to tell them his story of how he has gained his super power….
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"What on earth?" Batista had said right as he was brought on a boat of some kind entering the Underworld. He had no idea what he was doing down there, all he knew was that Vince had banished his ass down to the Underworld…..or whatever that insane McMahon had told him. He peered straight ahead to see the entrance lake and the rusted iron large gates that lay ahead of him. Then he looked over to the man in the black hoodie pushing the paddle to lead the boat through the entrance way. This place was huge! Hundreds upon thousands of people could be seen from several meters away from the entrance gate, partying on the massive, tall levels of rock and ground; and the blaring sounds of Metallica and Motor Head could be heard from a distance. It was a soothing sound to his ears since he loved hard rock and heavy metal music with a passion, but something deep inside of him told him to beware of this place. Before he knew it, the boat had stopped and he was unloaded to enter through what he could only assume were the gates of hell.
"Hey," Batista issued to the man in the hoodie leading the way up the entrance, "what is this place? Where are we?"
"This is the entrance into the Underworld….you mean Lord Vince didn't tell you?" The man asked. So it was for real….he had died, and now he had been unexpectedly banished from Heaven into the, the Underworld? What kind of drugs had he been taking, he wondered. And not to mention, that faggot Vince was the 'Lord' after all! He could have laughed out loud it was so unreal.
"Ha-ha-ha….uh no…..he didn't, I sunk into a big black hole before he had the chance to do so….get it? Big black HOLE? Ha-ha-ha!" But he didn't hear a laugh in response, but instead just received a harsh, cold stare from the man leading him through the gate. Finally, he stopped laughing, not understanding why this man was as sour as a lime to his joke. "Hey, it was just a joke….you know, ha-ha! Not boo hoo! Do you get it? I'm trying to get you to relax, man. Lighten up!"
"I take no jokes, young man…." The man growled back, "instead, you should be lucky to even be going to the Underworld instead of Hell, like Lord Vince wanted you to!"
"You mean, Vince McMahon wanted me to go to hell?"
"Lord Vince! Not Vince McMahon! Get it right!"
"So, let me get this straight, that is what he demands to be called-is this some kind of joke?"
"Young man," the man turned around and looked up at Batista, "does it look like I'm joking to you?" The man pulled out some kind of leather sack and deposited some token-like things into the palm of his hand before replacing the sac once more into his cloak pocket.
"Uh, no…."
"Exactly, come along then! They're expecting you…." And that is when Batista saw them, the Undertaker and Kane, making their way towards the gate where he and this weird man stood. Undertaker spoke to the man first.
"Is this the only one with you?"
"Yes, sir….just him." He handed over the tokens and placed them into Kane's grubby hands.
"Very well then….Batista…." Undertaker beckoned him to come closer while rolling his eyes in the back of his head. "Follow my brother and me, into the dark side….." Kane then looks over at him sarcastically.
"Hey, you don't need to sound so retarded when leading him in, alright? God you did the same thing with Bret Hart! And he nearly shit his pants when you did that!" Silence filled the area surrounding the three of them as Batista stood behind them, awaiting the Undertaker to lead them on. "But that was pretty damn funny." Kane finally remarked.
"Kane….shut up! I'm trying to act in character here and you're not helping me ANY!" Undertaker demanded as he opened the gate to allow them through.
"Alright, alright…..ok Batista," Kane turned to face him for the first time in several minutes, "follow us….into the dark side….."
"Ok?" Batista was then led through the entrance gates into the area known as the Underworld. He saw some little midgets walking behind him and at first, decided to ignore them until one of them poked him in the ass with a spear. "OUCH! What the hell was that?" He turned and looked down at this little demon following his heels. "DAMN YOU!"
"MWHAHAHAHA!" the little demon cried out as he stabbed his back with the spear head once again. This was really beginning to piss Batista off!
"ALRIGHT! THAT'S IT! Stop it, or I'm gonna make you pay-you son of a bitch!" He turned to see that the demon was preparing to run off, but not so fast! Batista followed him a few footsteps until he grabbed the demon by his cloak and turned him around to see…..a miniature version of Shane McMahon! What on earth was this? "AAAHHH! What the fuck is that? It's Shane…only smaller and a lot uglier!" Kane heard Batista say this and called after him.
"Yea…it's Shane's and Lord Vince's idea of a funny joke…come on….we have to show you to Hunter…he has something he wants to give you." Hunter was down here? He'd be damned! He could have sworn that Hunter was up in heaven beside his bride Stephanie…or whatever the hell the 'Lord' chose to call her-hell, he was even too scared to ask!
"Hunter? Ok, wait for me….." And Batista followed the Underworld guardians into this enclosed area consisting of a very, VERY large ring, which was surrounded by four walls close to the ring's edges. Inside of the ring, was none other than Triple H!
"Hey Batista, what's going on?"
"Uh," ok, this was really beginning to make Batista worried. What did Hunter want to give to him? "Nothing….Undertaker and Kane-.." He looked over his shoulder to strangely discover that neither of them were anywhere to be found. "Well, they were just here, told me you had something to give me? Hunter, what is this?"
"Just get your ass inside this ring and let me show you…come on, don't be shy…." To this, Batista glanced around before hoisting himself into the wrestling ring to face his former best friend for the first time in a while.
"Alright….then show me!" with that, Hunter punched him square in the face a few times and out of nowhere, a sound of a bell was rung and a surprise match was underway. Batista glanced around him shocked for a few moments before Hunter kicked him right in the gut, knocking the wind right out of him. Batista then tried to dominate Hunter as best as he could but shockingly, it was to no avail….Hunter capitalized and threw him out of the ring head-first, causing him to ram his head straight into one of the surrounding walls! Batista blacked out for a little bit until he felt Hunter's hands wrap around his shoulders and neck. Thinking that he was attempting to help him, he dared not to fight back, that was until Hunter shoved him straight into the wall again-causing him to black out completely. But right before he fell into complete unconsciousness, however, he looked up at the blur Hunter had become to his vision, and heard him say the following words: "Sorry, Dave, I had to give it to you….you'll be alright….I promise….you'll be ok….." And then, he passed out completely, allowing the darkness to take him.
A while later, David had woken up to the slight murmur of voices surrounding him; just where was he? Was he still alive? Then it occurred to him that he was in fact still in the Underworld…..just coming back to consciousness. That damn Hunter! Why had he done that to him? He slowly opened his eyes to discover five different people standing around him: the Rock, Bret Hart, Owen Hart, Sunny, and surprisingly, Rhino!
"What? Where am I?" He asked all of them.
"Shhhh….don't worry, Dave…..you're on guys," he summoned the others, "let's get him sitting upright." To that command, all of the four men helped the animal to sit up and as they did so, Batista's vision cleared to discover that no walls surrounded them. What the hell? It was as if he could see straight through them!
"Why are there no walls surrounding us? I see no walls…..wasn't this place closed off?"
"Yea, it is…..you're still inside the wrestling portion of the Underworld…don't worry…." Bret looked up at his late brother again. "Owen, I think it worked."
"You actually think so?" Owen stated.
"Yes, he sees right through those things! It worked! Man, Hunter is a genius!" Bret told him. Owen looked at him.
"And I thought I would never hear you say something like that-ever!"
"Hey, never say never…." Bret responded.
"God, you sound just like Shawn Michaels! Stop it! You're scaring me."
"Oops, sorry bro….anyways, its ok, Batista," he said, finally glancing down upon the beaten man, "you have now gained a new ability, however."
"I have? Am I having some kind of nightmare or what?"
"No," Bret reassured him, "Hunter has given you the ability to see through walls, crazy, huh?" Batista massaged his forehead with his hand as he bent forward from where he sat.
"Yea….." Batista told him, "I'd say……."
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"So that is how it happened!" Scott exclaims, facing Batista for the first time in a while.
"Yup…..that's how I gained this weird ability to see through walls…..how strange is that?"
"Pretty-Hiccup-strange….yeaaahhhh…..-hiccup-.." Benoit yells out with pleasure. Batista looks at him, and has to smile….how drunk had Benoit become?
"Damn, Benoit," Batista finally says to Chris, "have you drunk enough yet? You've probably drunk an entire river of that stuff by NOW!"
"-Hiccup-uh, say around oh I don't know…." He starts to count on his fingers and toes before answering, "maybe 1,000,000,000 beers, both the can and bottle, uh, maybe around 1,000 shots of whiskey within the past I don't know, earth hour I'd say, and around 200 glasses of sparkling wine. Why?-Hiccup!"
"I didn't ask why, damn! 1,000,000,000 beers? ARE YOU CRAZY! STOP FREAKING DRINKING!" Batista argues back. Instead, however, Benoit glances over at him with blood shot eyes and smiles. Oh god, what now?
"Batista…..I have something I want to say to you…." Benoit says playfully.
"WHAT?" He waits and hears silence. "….WHAT?"
"….I think you're cute, I know you're sexy….you've got the looks, that DRIVES ME WILD! You got the moves-hiccup-that really move…"
"BENOIT-SHUT THE HELL UP! I HATE that song! That song should be played in hell to torture all those criminals in there!" To this, Scott lets out a laugh.
"Damn right, Chris…..like as if we didn't hear that song enough in one life time, now we have to hear it in this one? I don't think so! Shut the hell up!"
"But Dave…..I really have to-umm-hiccup-tell you something…." Benoit gets closer to David, freaking him out a little.
"What is it-Chris?" Dave questions, turning to look him into his blood-shot eyes.
"Dave…I LOVE YOU! You're such a sexy boy! Can you be my boy toy?" WHAT? Oh no way is David Batista hearing this come out of Benoit's mouth! Oh no!
"What? Are, are you serious?" Dave asks.
"As serious as it gets….." Then, Benoit leaned in and kissed the taller man's lips-all while cheers and sounds of snoring fill the room.
"Benoit-what-what the fuck? What is wrong with you?" He spits and whips his mouth clean of the drunken germs of the Rabid Wolverine.
"But, but David, I….I…"
"YOU NOTHING…get the hell away from me!" With that, Batista storms off in a raged fit, leaving behind Scott, Benoit, and the soft, deep red glow of the fire that still remains. Scott faces the fire once more, when he spots this interesting looking character leaning against the opposite wall around the bonfire; he strains his eyes to see it's a teenage girl.
"Hey, Benoit," he looks over to see him crying tears of sadness, "who's that over there?"
"Who's who?" Benoit mutters over the tightness in his throat.
"That girl?" He tells him, pointing in the general direction of the person.
"Don't know…." Benoit quietly says before walking away completely. Scott faces the girl once more and continues to still wonder-just who is she? And why is she here? His curiosity begins to bother him as he finally heads off in the direction of his enclosed chamber for the night for some well-deserved rest…..maybe sooner rather than later, he or someone else for that matter, is bound to find out….and little does he know, that he is about to find out the answer to his question soon enough….
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A/N: Ok that is the end of this part and chapter. So, what do you think? Might not be so good but hey, I like it. Well, leave me a review, thanks! Sorry it took so damn long to update-my computer is being dumb!