Author: Alliegirl4life
Title: The Wrestling Version of the Underworld: Part III: Chapter II.
Genre: Humor/Romance/Supernatural
Warnings: None except for mentions of slash and maybe some swearing here and there.
Notes: I know it's been a very long time since I have updated this story. Hopefully none of you reading this are upset with me. Please read and review. Thanks! Another note of interest: Mentions of slash within the chapter. You have been warned!
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Part III: Chapter II: An Identity is Revealed…
Meanwhile, back at Mount McMahon, Lord McMahon and the product of his sperm are awaiting the arrival of their new body guard. As they stand at the gates, an interpreter by the name of Armando Estrada continues to push his choice body guard for the Lord Almighty himself-Vince McMahon.
"So, what you're saying is," Lord McMahon begins, "that your man is the tallest man in the entire universe?" To this, Armando gives a look of confusion.
"Not exxaaaccttlly," the strange Cuban proposes, "but with this man, you can defend your gates with absolutely no worries, Como se dice, whatsoever!" Lord McMahon considers the strange man's proposal for a moment before his messenger and son, Shane, interrupts him.
"Dad, err, Lord McMahon I mean, doesn't this man's proposal sound fishy to you?"
Lord McMahon glares at his one and only son and gives him what sounds like a snarl-like response. "What are you talking about? This man's proposal makes perfect sense! Besides," Lord McMahon looks up at his palace and smiles, "I'm getting sick and tired of having to come down here all the damn time just to banish all of these bastards who think they're good enough to be in my presence; the Lord's presence, that is!" As Lord McMahon turns to face the strange Cuban, he hears what he thinks is yet another slimy bastard just waiting to be banished. Letting out a sigh of frustration, Lord McMahon looks behind him to see the tallest man he has ever seen! Scared silly, Lord McMahon attempts to hide behind his son, who simply moves out of the way. Thinking the man is some kind of monster or worse, Lord Vince falls to his knees and begs the strange, ugly man for forgiveness. "Please don't hurt me, Mr. Monster; in fact, I'll give you my son in exchange for you letting me remain in one piece."
"What? But Dad…" Shane tries to reason, but to no avail.
"You shall call me Lord McMahon from now on, do I make myself clear?" Lord McMahon growls at his son, who reluctantly obliges.
"Alright, Lord McMahon! Whatever you say…"
Lord McMahon then gets back on his feet and glares up at the clouds directly above him; sighing. "Jesus, can't anyone get my name right for once?"
To this, Messenger Shane rolls his eyes in contempt. "Lord McMahon, Jesus doesn't exist here anymore, don't you remember? Or are you already losing what's left of your mind?"
"Hey! I'm not losing my mind, if I was, then explain to me how the hell I managed to overthrow God himself at Backlash?" Suddenly catching on to what Shane had meant, Lord McMahon gritted his teeth in anger. He hated it when he made a fool of himself; which seemed to be happening more often as of late.
"See;" Shane said, crossing his arms over his chest, "anyway, who is this man, Mr. Cuban?"
"Uh, Shane," Lord McMahon cuts in, "his name is Armando."
"Yea, whatever. Seriously though, what's this monster's name?" Then as if ignoring his question, the strange Cuban walks towards the pearl gates and proceeds to unlock them; allowing the towering manly figure to enter. Once passed the gates, Shane looks up at the massive monster with his mouth agape. How could such a creature exist? He wonders to himself as the interpreter introduces the supposed "body guard," to he and his Lord of a father.
"Ah-hah!" Armando screams at the top of his lungs at the sight of the tall monster of a man. "Lord McMahon, allow me to introduce you to…Como se dice? The Great Khali!" At the sound of his name, the Great Khali screams something in a language not familiar to Lord McMahon or his son and raises his arms in a victory-type pose.
"And this thing is supposed to be our body guard?" Shane asks, stunned.
"Como se dice, yes! He is; isn't he the biggest thing you've ever seen?" Shane looks up at the supposed man and manages to talk beyond the initial shock of what is happening.
"Yea, he uh, he's big alright. You mean to tell me this thing's a man? He…..he looks…" Shane tries to think of the perfect words to describe such an ugly figure but can only think of one. "….Weird."
"He's great for protection, Senior, in fact," the Cuban scratches his forehead as he thought of the word he was looking for; "you couldn't find se dice….better man for the job! AH-HAH!" As Lord McMahon and the product of his holy sperm stand there, looking up at the towering man, Shane leans in closer to his father and whispers a question in his ear.
"That Cuban sure does say 'Como se dice,' quite a bit, doesn't he?"
"Oh, Shane, shut the hell up, will you?" His father commands him swiftly.
"So, are you willing to take me up on my offer, Lord McMahon?" The Cuban asks, interrupting both Lord McMahon and his son.
"Sure," Lord McMahon says while pulling out his massive wallet stuffed with plastic cards and Monopoly money. "How much do I owe you?" Armando and his choice of a body guard look at Lord McMahon and his wallet in utter disgust and confusion.
"Uh, you don't owe me a thing, Lord McMahon." Armando raises his hand in protest, "In fact, all you owe me is taking this man off of my hands and offering him a home in this wonderful palace you have here." Giving the fakest smile Shane and Lord McMahon have ever seen in their existence, Armando Estrada proceeds to exit through the gates of the heavens; leaving behind the monster he had offered to them.
"Now what are we supposed to do?" Shane asks, bewildered. In response, his father looks up at the massive Great Khali and smiles.
"Simple, we train this monster to do our bidding. It's perfect!" Thinking fast, Lord Vince then grabs his son by the arm and gives him yet another command. "Now, what I want you to do is to go get a series of chains-large ones-and bring them to me!"
"But…"
"No buts, Shane, DO IT! NOW!" Quickly turning around, Shane runs back towards the palace, not taking a second look back. Little does he or his father know that the monster they had come to know as the Great Khali would play more of a crucial role in protecting the gates of the heavens than originally assumed.
Meanwhile, in the Underworld…
"Damn you, Shawn! I thought I told you to be careful?" Bret snaps at Shawn after getting struck with another one of Shawn's lightening bolts for what seems to be the millionth time. Both of them have managed to get passed the wrestling portion of the training with very few problems and have moved into one of the small cave-like enclosures that the potential warriors are to consider as their "rooms." However small it is, Bret has made Shawn come to his room to practice his power-given skills in preparation for the war the Underworld is preparing for.
"Sorry," Shawn retorts in frustration, "but I still don't know what the hell I'm doing."
"Here," Bret finally says, positioning himself directly behind the Heartbreak Kid, "just relax your arms and hands. Then stare straight at the wall ahead, that's it…" Watching Shawn hold out his hand, Bret moves closer to him and places his hands on top of Shawn's shoulders. "Now, slowly, move your fingers quickly-towards your target."
Concentrating on Bret's directions, Shawn does as he is told and feels a slight spark disperse between his finger tips. Unsure of what is he doing, Shawn opens his eyes to discover sparks of electricity passing through his fingers. Realizing what this means, Shawn smiles as he aims his hand towards the wall facing him and quickly snaps his wrist; sending the surge of electricity flying towards the wall. Knowing he has done it at last, Shawn lets out a single cheer before repeating the motions again. This time, however, Bret leans in even closer to Shawn; making the Heartbreak Kid feel quite uneasy. Noticing this, Bret glares at him and questions it. "What? You suddenly seem nervous; why?" Shawn then looks at him, grinning.
"Because," Shawn says while looking deeply into Bret's dark brown eyes, "you're standing so close to me…."
"Well, if it's making you feel uncomfortable, I can move…"
Suddenly realizing that he is enjoying it, however, Shawn cuts him off mid-sentence. "No, you don't have to….I mean, you can if you want to….but I'd rather you not; if that's okay with you, of course." Thinking Bret would get the hint to stand still, Shawn turns his attention back to his arm; not realizing Bret is pondering over what his next move will be.
Bret smiles at him. "Uh, sure, okay, so as you were doing…"
Shawn, becoming slightly aroused by Bret's warm body pressing up against his, continues to grin as he sends another wave of electricity flying through the air towards his intended target. "Well, seems like I'm getting a hang of this electricity-throwing business."
"Yea, I'd say," Bret finally says, moving his hands slowly down towards the Heartbreak Kid's waist. "How about we stop for tonight?"
Shawn, frowning slightly, responds. "Okay, guess I'll have to head back to my room then…" Thinking to himself, Bret looks at his bed and comes up with a solution.
"Well, who said you had to leave?" Shawn turns to look at him. "You can spend the night with me."
"Uh, I don't know," Shawn says, looking down at Bret's bed, "if that's such a good idea…"
Bret sits down on his bed and glares up at him. "Why not?"
"Because I thought you hated me. I thought the only reason you have been accepting me is because you want me to help you fight against Vince-Lord Vince. That is the reason you've been so nice to me, isn't it?"
Bret grins and shakes his head. "Shawn, about that, I've been meaning to tell you something." Getting the hint, Shawn walks over to the edge of Bret's bed and looks down at him.
"Tell me what, Bret?" Before he can say another word, however, Bret sits up and pulls him close and gives him a kiss on the lips. Stunned and confused, Shawn's eyes grow wide with shock as Bret remains silent. "What-what was that for? Bret, what on Earth? You just….Wow! You mean to tell me…."
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to offend you or anything. I just…" Fearing Shawn would quickly reject him, Bret falls silent once more and takes his gaze off of the hansom man standing in front of him.
"Bret, no, you didn't offend me….I'm just…." He quickly thinks of the words he is searching for before continuing. "I'm just surprised. You never told me….I never imagined you would be….Gay."
"I'm not," Bret mutters softly, "I'm bisexual; but of course I could never tell you how I felt all of those years ago." Giving an apologetic glance, Bret moves towards the edge of the bed, allowing Shawn to sit down next to him. "Sorry if I offended you; I know how much your religion means to you and everything."
Sitting down, Shawn gazed back at him. "No, you didn't. In fact, I'm starting to question it, really. With Lord Vince in charge, I know I'll never look at my choice of religion the same way again." Though he doesn't want to do it, Bret has to laugh at the Heartbreak Kid's remark; after all, none of the wrestlers, him included, would ever think of any religion the same way. Hopefully that would change, though.
"Shawn, will you still stay the night?"
Shawn nods his head, "Sure, no problem." Then as Bret turns to straighten his bed sheets, Shawn calls his attention once more. "And Bret," Bret turns around, "the way you felt about me all of those years ago? I'll admit it; I felt the exact same way."
Bret gives Shawn a slight smile before lying down on the comforter. "Really?"
"Yea," Shawn says, lying down next to him.
Then as Bret turned over on his side, he looks into Shawn's blue eyes and decides to say what is on his mind. "How about you tell me about it?"
Shawn grins as he responds, "Sure, not a problem…"
Meanwhile, as for the other characters in this story….
As Batista continues to lie in his cot while deciding whether or not to pursue the prospect of learning the strange girl's identity, Benoit climbs out of his bed and staggers out towards the bon fire to go drink some more. But before he leaves, he feels the desperate need to sing to his so-called "crush" just one last time.
"Hey Dave," Benoit slurs quietly.
"What is it now?" Batista snaps at him, making sure to add tension to the sound of his voice in an effort to give Benoit a hint.
"-Hiccup-I think you're cute…I know you're sexy….You've got the looks…"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Batista yells at the top of his lungs. "First off, you can't even sing the song correctly, and second of all, I'm trying to sleep. So shut the hell up, and leave me alone!" Then, in one final attempt to continue his singing, Benoit makes one thing crystal clear-if that's even possible for him.
"Oh yea, well if-Hiccup-you were trying to sleep, then why are ya still awakie?"
Batista sits up in his cot while giving Benoit a quizzing glance. "What? Awakie?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?" While trying to think of a way to respond, however, Benoit somehow manages to forget Batista's question and abruptly staggers out of the room, shrugging his shoulders. Not knowing what else to do, Batista waits until his "harasser" of a friend is finally out of the room before lying back down and closing his eyes.
Once at the bon fire, Benoit surveys the scene and spots an interesting woman standing just off to his right. Thinking he can get laid somehow, he approaches, not exactly aware of what he is doing or saying.
"Hey, woman!" Benoit practically screams in the strange woman's left ear. Startled, the woman glares at him.
"Uh, may I help you?"
"Uh, yea, you-Hiccup-may! You see, I'm looking for a lovely body to hook up with, and you look mighty fine for the job!" Feeling sleepy, Benoit attempts to wrap his arm around the woman's shoulders for support; but the woman won't have any of it and briskly moves out of the way; causing Benoit to lose his balance and fall flat on his face.
"Excuse me? I don't think so, Mister!"
"Ouch." Benoit mumbles, slowly getting back onto his feet. "What's your name, by the way?"
The woman rolls her eyes and answers his question, "Tory, who the hell are you?"
"I'm uh, Chris, Chris Benoit! And I'm in love with you…." He then smiles and begins to sing her his song. "You know, I think you're cute, I know you're sexy….You've got the looks…."
Tory gives him an annoyed glance of disapproval in response. "Please, you suck at singing! Besides, weren't you with that Batista guy a little while ago?" Thinking for a moment, the memory of a few hours before strikes his mind; he has seen this woman before; but where he isn't exactly sure….Until he looks down at her necklace. On it, are three skeleton keys in a somewhat symmetrical order. He suddenly realizes where he had seen her. Hell if he hadn't known earlier, it's the woman David and the others were curious about! This is the woman they had seen sitting on the opposite side of the bon fire! He'd be damned.
"Hey, what are those-Hiccup-keys for?" As if caught off-guard, the woman suddenly grabs her necklace and tucks it inside of her shirt.
"Sorry, I have to go, so excuse me!" And just like that, she walks away, leaving Chris Benoit to his own defenses on what to do next. Confused and disorientated, Benoit does the only thing he knows he can do: stumble back into Batista's room and report his findings. But as he staggers passed the bon fire, he spots a dozen or so beer bottles with his name on each and every one of them. Knowing he has all the time to spare before his partner awakens; he grabs a single bottle and tries to open it unsuccessfully. Not wanting to make a fool of himself, he finally gives up and decides to hell with it. He can drink some beer after he gives Dave the news. However, he has the slight feeling that it may be a while before he can do just that.
To Be Continued?
A/N: I know the slash pairing within this chapter was very random, but hopefully you enjoyed it, nonetheless. Well, you know what to do now. Make your voice be heard and tell me whether or not I should continue with this story.