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I ended up breaking this into at least two Chapters this is before match & the match itself. Once again if you wnat ot more or less see the match looking up Taker vs Cena Vengeance 2003. I just moved it to take place at Bad Blood. )
Taker woke up a faint sigh seeing light filtering around the window. He could still feel John's chest moving with his breaths. He moved kissing John's shoulder lightly. John mumbled in his sleep but this time Taker tried not to chuckle making out roughly "Five more minutes mom."
"Really John? Mom am I now?" He moved rolling John onto hit back planting kisses across his collarbone his teeth light scraping at times but not enough to cause marks they would need to worry about that night.
John started twitching some with light moans. "Marcus if my mom acted like that I would be really scared." John faintly laughed. Taker stopped looking down at him with a smile.
"So would I John…so would I…" He then gave him a light kiss before moving from the bed. "I'm going to get dressed meet you downstairs. Lets see if we beat the trio down there."
"Aww but I like when they cook." John jokes before getting out of bed himself looking for his clothing for the day & the show that night. Taker just shakes his head heading to his room dressing in jeans, black tee & his boots before waiting for John in the hallway heading downstairs.
Taker stops on the way to the kitchen. "Oh god don't tell me they did it again." Taker grumbles turning down another hall towards the great room. He walks in hearing the TV still on, walking around he see Kane asleep in the middle his legs stretched out & the two brothers sort of sprawled on him. "I swear if Christian complains about being sore for his match."
"Aren't they cute." John jokes stepping next to Taker looking. "Wish I had a camera."
Taker shakes his head walking away. "Shouldn't we wake them?" Asked John.
"I have a sure fire way to get at least one of them up." John follows after Taker into the kitchen where he starts the stove top grabbing out eggs, cheese, bacon, left over biscuits & gravy from the night before. About 10 minutes after starting the bacon. John faintly hears. "Bacon? Bacon? I smell Bacon." He turns & has to fight laughing seeing Edge's wild mop of hair sniffing near the door.
"I swear you part mutt Edge…go wake the others & get cleaned up." Taker faintly barks the order.
"Bacon then right?"
Taker sighs "Yes and I am making sure it is extra crispy for you." John looses it seeing a big ass grin on Edges face taking off. Even Taker chuckled lightly. "Works every time." About 10 more minutes & Kane walks in grumbling under his breath. "What was it this time?"
"What?"
"What marathon did you find this time."
"There wasn't."
"Fine…please tell me Christian doesn't have a stiff neck or back."
"Na he good bro."
Speaking of he wander in next coming over trying to grab one of the biscuits till Taker slaps at his hand. "YOW!"
"You can wait like everyone else…there are still such things as manners." Taker begins to place the food on trays. Kane suggests they can help carry it to the table because the sooner it got there the sooner everyone could eat.
Once everyone was seated & eating Taker finally spoke. "Kane remember you asked about open buildings yesterday?"
"Yes?"
"I think the only one closed is six. Just make sure if you have one in mind to let Justina know before we leave for the show so it is freshened."
"OK No problem thanks."
The meal is primarily quite except small talk about Taker & John's match securing details. It was decided three vehicles would go. John would drive himself since he was still on the outs to most people on the roster it would look odd his showing up with either he opponent or his opponent's brother. That was the other two, Taker driving in alone, then Kane & Edge driving Christian in.
Taker was in the den on the first floor just getting his thoughts in order before it was time to leave. He heard a knocking turning his head. "It's open Kane." The door pushed open Kane stepping in shutting it.
"So I take it six is where we are to lead John after the show?"
"Yes…"
"Indulge my curiosity if you don't mind. For a first encounter why there?"
"Side entrance of the building I want him to come in…lets just call it a recreation."
"But?"
"He actually requested it…"
"Hmmm didn't think he the type. Have my two been rubbing off on him?"
"I don't know." Taker gives a faint sigh. "As I told you on the plane he was sending hints he wanted something besides a romantic meeting."
"You wanted that for him though?"
"It doesn't matter what I want…just according to him…it will be his first time being claimed. The way I feel about him…" Taker closes his eyes leaning his head back against the chair he was in. "How can one man turn me so damn weak." He almost growls.
"It's not weak Taker…It called love…that is far from weak. It makes you want to protect what you feel precious even at the cost of yourself. You know the blurred line between pleasure & pain how the two overlap. You need to remember that though...they do over lap. Just have safes in place."
"I tried…but to draw into that side of me…remember I have no mercy on people…they were pawns to toy with…John wants to feel that side of me…" He sighed again lowering his head to his hands "I gave him a choice and he actually picked the monster side of me….why? Why would someone want such abandonment?"
"Just my view?" Taker slowly lifted his head looking up at Kane. "That is how he first met you…it was that side of you he first saw & became enamored with. Because of that he wants to be fully taken over by that side of you…once that side has taken him…then he would be more open to feeling the other side. The side of you he woke up from a deep slumber. You just need to know the balance even if he does not." Taker slowly nods. "Something else?"
"His nightmare yesterday…how rough the trip home was for him…"
"You think somehow he is still being influenced?"
"Yes…Which is why I am questioning how much of this choice is really him."
"If you are unsure don't do it."
"I have to. If I don't & it is truly him…then he will think I don't trust his wishes of what he wants from me. I just have to hope if I am wrong he will forgive me."
"You know he will."
"Maybe he will maybe he won't…a first is just that…a first there will never be another." Taker ran a hand through his hair scratching the back of his head. "Beside if she is still somehow there I need to show her he is mine & can't be taken from me…also no mater what she tries to have him do it won't chase me away."
"Did he try anything else with you?"
"No. that is why I am wondering….maybe my own mind is playing tricks."
"I don't know, but we should go head out anyways." Taker nodded before standing up following Kane out of the room he grabbed his gear for the night heading out oddly picking his truck over one of his bikes.
Reaching the arena Taker headed for a locker room laying everything out as he got changed. Changing out of the jeans & heavy biker boots for the leather pants & lighter ring boots folding up a clean black bandana tying it around his head slipping on one of his Big Evil devil t-shirts with the sides open, the last was his striker gloves. Looking himself over he nodded before stepping out of the room a normal scowled played his features. Turning the corner, he couldn't believe the slight nerve of John. He was in a light blue Indiana State throw back, matching headband, the jean shorts, the short black & white ring boots & his thick biker chain around his neck. The nerve part was he was actually leaning almost sitting on Taker's ring bike.
Taker walked closer to him as if to stare him down. "You got a lot of nerve nosing around my bike kid." John returned the soured look standing up looking at Taker. "I just came you wish you luck you old dog, you going to need it out there." John commented brushing his shoulder before walking past Taker. His head slowly turned following John as he turned the hall. He then turned his head back moving to the bike. He swung his leg over to sit on the low riding cycle the company had built for the use of inside the arenas. This one was in a bright orange paint scheme something he was pretty sure he would never use on the street, still a nice bike regardless.
He watched a near by monitor as John made his entrance. Wondering what wonderful bits of drivel his was going to come up with to piss him off now. John refused to tell him anything that was remotely on his mind claiming that a lot of it comes from the top of his head. OK the first few lines Taker almost had to smirk out but kept that reaction hidden. He almost wondered was it that John went a little soft on him tonight, or was it his view of John that changed? A stage hand grabbed his attention as his music cued up. Right after 'Dean Man Walking' played he started the motor gunning it as normal, but it felt rough under his touch. He sighed to himself rolling it onto the stage & around to face the ring when the motor cut on him. 'What the hell.' He tried working with the bike on stage yet keeping his eyes on John who was acting agitated with the ref & towards him wondering the hold up. He covered it the best he could but after almost a minute he knew the dumb thing was dead on him. Getting off the bike he started a slow purposeful walk towards the ring.
As he pumped the crowd tearing the shirt away he kept his eyes focused on John wanting the shake the feeling that he would of done something to the bike when he saw him earlier. 'No…he wouldn't do that why would he?' Even though he knew it was coming John slapping his face still threw his guard a bit wanting to see red. He worked to pull the hit to John's ribs he was selling it sell as he booted John between the ropes to the outside.
The brawled on the outside for a bit before Taker climbed back into the ring to break the ten. He made his way back in to grab john to slide him back in. Before he could grab him, John sprayed him with a mouthful of water stunning him a moment only to get a few clubbing blow to the back 'What the….something is off here.' John went to whip him towards the ring post but Taker revered it tossing John towards the padded barricade. John was still following what was set, but was adding things also those club blows were almost stiff. Lifting John to his feet John slumped against him before Taker wrapped his arms 'ramming' John's back to the steel post but it was Taker's own hands the took the brunt of the hit. It looked like the match was getting back on track for now & Taker tried to brush it off as nerves on John's part, plus John knowing what he is maybe figured he could handle it. In most cases that was true.
Everything was going right up until Cena spiked a DDT on Taker that he was no expecting hitting him a bit dazed. He defiantly thought he would need to get John in a training gym to works those out before he hurt someone. He was even more confused feeling John fully kicking as his side & arm. ~John calm down…~ He tried to cox him into pulling back just a bit. Next moment John was on him his hands around Taker's neck with a rage he couldn't place but worse was the stormy look to John's blue eyes. 'Fuck Reaper.' He grumbled inside to himself as the Ref got John off of him.
Taker being down didn't see John untying the corner pad. He was slowly pulling himself back to his feet when he felt John grab him again. Just swinging decking John to the mat. ~I don't want to hurt you kid…~
~Shame he can't make the same promise to ya right now.~ Her voice weak but taunting all the same. ~I can't break ye relationship…then I'll just break ye m'dear~ Her laugh echoed in Taker's mind leaning on the ropes a moment as John was in the other corner. The padding hanging on by a thread.
Taker gave John a few hip checks to soften him some before he barreled across the ring at him causing John to slump down in the corner. A part of him told him to go drag him from the corner & pin him, before he could John was already standing back up the padding now removed behind his back. Taker went in for another body check but John moved out of the way forcing Taker to ram his right side into the exposed steel he cringed in pain feeling a snap, before he could get his focus again John had hit him to the outside. ~John…focus…please.~
John seemed dazed a moment in the ring before it fade trying to grab Taker as he was coming in but Taker just had to fight him off the best he could. John knocked him off but he braced himself hitting his arm on the barricade. That lasted till John grabbed him ramming the injured side into the damaged barricade. There was no padding just exposed wood pain ripped at Taker's body only added to when John kicked him full force in the gut. He could feel himself fighting for breaths a familiar coppery taste to his mouth knowing it was his own blood he was tasting. He didn't want to hurt John, that was the last thing he would want, but he was running out of options. ~John…fight her back….~ He kept trying to reach John, he had to keep trying.
One point Taker spun John into a sleeper hoping to knock him out, but John had the ropes focusing the break. After John hit a spine buster Taker was almost ready to call it quits, but he had a feeling even if he changed the end of the match & lost Reaper would not stop John's assault on him. She didn't care about the match she cared about ending him.
He wished he didn't have to but he had to stop pulling his hits against John, the thing was he was already weakened from the broken ribs that they were not hitting full force anyways. Taker was starting to loose it himself had his hands around John's neck trying to choke him, knock him out anything to end this. ~She is leaving little choice sorry.~ He tried to tell John only to hear her cold laugh in his head while the ref pulled him back. He came back in after John only to feel cold hard steel whip against his stomach.
After that moment Taker's thought just blurred his body moved just on instinct, his mind trying to block the pain of being shocked with pain from John hitting the F-U to the added body blows. He was slumped in the corner boarding passing out. When his mind cleared just enough noticing the assault had stopped John was gloating on the turnbuckle in front of him. Almost in desperation grabbing John in a Last Ride pinning him. At the bell Taker could only roll to his back & then side his arm wrapped around clutching the injured ribs. John had rolled to the outside his head in a daze as he tried to get up as Taker could barely move slowly getting himself to sit against the ropes.
John getting to his feet feeling winded made his way to the ramp his mind trying to push the dense fog away. He turned his focus back to the ring to see Taker slowly, but finally get to his own feet leaning on the ropes. John slowly shaking his head not believing what he saw make it to the back before Taker left the ring.