| Homophobia |
| �Man! She is HOT!� crowed Hunter, as he saw Stacey Kiebler strut past, he turned his attentions to his friend Chris Benoit �Talk about a walking fuck huh Benn?� Chris smirked �Oh yeah, I�ll have her any day of the week, she�s a fucking babe� �Hey Stacey!� called Hunter �You interested?� he asked indicating himself �You?� she cried �no chance� she turned on her heel and strode out of the room �Ahhhh�lady-killer� teased Benoit �She can�t get enough of you!� he poked Hunter in the ribs �Yeah well, didn�t like her that much anyway. Frigid bitch.� �Oh come on, she�s hot, and you know it.� Benn insisted, he saw Christian walk past �Hey Christian� Christian looked up to look where the interruption to his thoughts came from. He saw Benoit and Hunter, he fidgeted nervously, he never did like those two. He forced himself to speak. �What?� he asked �Stacey� called Benn �What about her?� asked Christian as he walked over to the two men, he was puzzled. �What about her??? She�s hot, right?� asked Benn incredulously �Oh...ummm� started Christian surprised at the question �I suppose� he conceded �What do you mean, you suppose?� asked Benn sharply �She�s a fucking fox?� �She�s ummm, not my type, I don�t like blondes� Christian said quickly, he knew it was a lie, but it was better than the truth. �You what?� asked Hunter who had finished sulking �You don�t think Stacey�s hot?� �Well, she�s pretty, but she�s not my type. Look I really have to go,� said Christian, not liking the direction of the conversation. �How could you not like her� teased Hunter �you a fucking queer or something?� he laughed slapping Benn on the back who joined in. Christian�s eyes widened briefly but he soon recovered. He laughed half-heartedly �Nah...it�s just I prefer...brunettes� he part-lied. �Ahh just messing around Christian� laughed Hunter. Christian smiled unsurely, and turned to leave. He walked along thinking to himself �shit! They nearly found out.� Christian walked morosely to his locker room, nobody knew about him, nobody knew he was gay. Not even his tag-team partner Edge knew. And judging by the colourful words Edge used to describe homosexuals once; he wasn�t even going to consider telling him. He sat down on the bench and leant back and sighed. He hated living his life like this. In pretence, covering up, making sure he wasn�t found out. He thought he had left all that behind when he left home. He had told his parents that he was gay when he was seventeen, first they thought it was just a �phase� he was going through, but when he brought his first boyfriend back home, then the fireworks flew. He was thrown out of his home, people jeered at him. People he had never met would come up to him and have a go at him, and try to beat up the �pussy boy�. He couldn�t walk down the road without being stared at or insulted. So he left. He joined up with a wrestling school in the vain attempt that people would respect him for that. Oh sure, people respected him, until they found out about his choices in life. That was when the fun started, the insults started all over again. He couldn�t escape, so he moved on to where he is now, the WWF. He kept quiet. Nobody knew, no-one even suspected. It was worth it, no more beatings, no more insults, just a quiet life. He kept himself to himself, and became very introverted, spending most of his time living a lie, making the same old excuses as to why he hadn�t got a girlfriend. Not going out with the other guys at night, in case they wondered why he wasn�t trying to pick up anything in a skirt. Christian sighed, feeling particularly sorry for himself as he stripped and got ready for his shower. He preferred to shower alone, he couldn�t take the risk of anyone finding out. If they did find out, that would be one less thing for them to throw in his face. �Fucking fagot boy got his knocks off in the shower�. He had heard that sour line far too many times. He walked out of the shower as he was done and smiled at Edge who had entered the locker room unnoticed. �Hey Edge� he greeted �how�s things?� �Great� he beamed �hehe, I got lucky tonight� he winked �You know� sighed Christian �you shouldn�t pick up those ring-rats, they�re only out for one thing� Edge smirked �So am I� he winked, �man can I borrow your brush? Got to look good for the ladies, if you know what I mean� �Yeah sure, it�s in my bag,� he said distractedly, then it dawned on him �ladies?� Edge looked up from the bag at him and grinned, �yeah, three�umm what are their names?�one�s called Tracey...I think� he shrugged his shoulders and turned his attentions back to the bag to find the brush. Christian sighed at his friend�s actions. �Hey!� Edge perked �you want one? I�ll let you have the brunette one, I know you like them� he winked. Christian flustered, how was he going to get out of this one? �Oh, umm...thanks, but that�s OK Edge� he thought quickly �but maybe next time. You have your fun, don�t want you to miss out on three lovely ladies�all at once� Edge shrugged his shoulders �Your loss, my gain� he said as he triumphantly plucked the brush out if the bag. Hunter and Benn sat together in the canteen, they saw Christian enter the room and waved him over. Christian couldn�t understand their interest in him, so walked over to them. Benn indicated that he should sit across from him. Christian slid into the seat next to Hunter and fiddled nervously. �Umm what do you want?� he asked awkwardly Hunter leant in closer to him �we know about you� he growled Christian looked shocked �Oh yeah� Benn added �We know you�re fucking secret� �Wha- what do you mean� flustered Christian, how could they know? �Yeah we know all about you...Christian� continued Hunter as he placed a large hand on his arm. �I don�t know what you mean,� he said trying to break Hunter�s grip. �Oh I think you do� Hunter told him holding onto Christian more forcefully Christian panicked �I don�t know what you mean Hunter.� Christian was scared now. How did they find out? Oh my God...perhaps they were gonna beat him up right here. Right now. Christian dropped his head �How did you find out?� he asked, Hunter smirked �You can�t keep something like that secret� �Did Rob tell you about me?� he asked, he just wanted to get out of there. �Rob?� asked Hunter surprised �what the fuck are you talking about? We just meant we know you�re getting a shot at the IC belt. What the fuck did you mean?� Shit. Christian didn�t reply. �What the fuck are you talking about Christian?� Hunter repeated �Nothing� he said quickly, he jumped up and hastily made his exit. Benoit looked at Hunter puzzled �What the fuck was he talking about Hunter?� �Fuck if I know� he replied, he suddenly grinned �I�m gonna have a word with this Rob Van Dam, looks like Chrissy boy is hiding something� Benoit smirked at Hunter and returned his attention to his food. �Oh my fucking God!� Christian whispered to himself as he collapsed in the locker room, what the fuck had he done? He sat there for a moment, and then remembered what he had said, �Shit, Rob!� he said out loud. He needed to find Rob before Hunter and Chris did, otherwise he was in trouble. He was the one who told everyone in his old wrestling fed, he�d have no qualms about telling Hunter and Benoit. He jumped up and set about looking for Rob. Hunter and Chris strode briskly through the arena, they stopped as they passed Chris Jericho, he was sitting reading a magazine, apparently filling the time before the show. �Jericho� barked Hunter �Yeah?� he looked up from his magazine to greet the two men. �Where�s your mate Rob?� �Oh, he�s in his locker room, 45a.� �Thanks� grunted Benoit and they made their way to the indicated room. Chris watched them leave and vaguely wondered what those two might want with Rob. He dismissed them and returned to his magazine. Hunter pushed the door open �Rob!� he called out �Jesus fucking Christ Hunter! Knock next time!� he shrieked as he hastily covered himself with a towel. Hunter rolled his eyes and left the room again and knocked. The door opened a few minutes later; a dishevelled Rob smiling at them he greeted �come in� Chris and Hunter stalked into the locker room �So, what do you guys want?� he asked busying himself �Oh, we just want to know something about someone� said Chris vaguely �Oh yeah? Who?� perked Rob �Christian� stated Hunter �what the fuck is he hiding?� Rob smirked �Well, let me tell you guys something about little Chrissy boy. I think you�re gonna like it� Hunter and Benn smirked at each other and listened intently to Rob. Christian rushed through the arena looking for Rob�s room, he saw Chris Jericho sitting alone head in a magazine �Chris!� he said loudly, Chris looked up looking rather annoyed to be interrupted again. �What?� he snapped �Which locker room is Rob�s?� Chris looked at him for a second, wondering why Rob was so popular all of a sudden �45a� he said warily. Christian nodded and left. Chris watched him leave and wondered what was going on, he decided he didn�t really care and turned his attentions back to his magazine, hoping he wasn�t interrupted again. Christian rushed to find the said locker room, he passed through the seeming endless corridors, looking for the numbers, he finally arrived at the door and stood outside and knocked on it quickly. �You fucking what?� sneered Hunter Rob shrugged �it�s true, he�s gay� �He�s fucking gay? And to think I let him touch me� said Benoit disgusted �Fuck, he could have done anything, sit. I could have caught something off him� �Fucking hell...so Christian�s a fucking shirtlifter? That�s fucking disgusting� snarled Hunter, who couldn�t quite work out how he never knew �no wonder he wasn�t fucking interested in Stacey. Should have fucking known.� Benoit sat down �You know what Hunter?� he said �What?� �We should fucking teach that poof a lesson he won�t forget� Hunter ginned �Yeah, we-� He was interrupted by a knocking at the door. He kept quiet and watched to see who it was as Rob answered. �Rob!! What ever you do don�t tell Hunter and Chris anything� Christian blurted out. As he barged into the locker room. �Don�t tell us what?� sneered Hunter �Fuck� swore Christian as he saw Hunter and Benoit looking at him in disgust. Rob smiled and left the locker room closing the door as he went, Christian watched as Rob left, he turned to look at Hunter and Benoit, his face a picture of fear. �Wait guys, I dunno what he told you, but it�s lie� he blurted out �Oh, and how do you know what he told us� snarled Hunter moving towards Christian, He backed up into a wall and saw Chris lock the door out of the corner of his eye. He looked back t the face of Hunter. �You�re a fucking queer� he spat. He punched Christian in the stomach with a hard fist, Christian doubled over and clutched his abdomen. Hunter grabbed his shoulder �Oh no you fucking don�t pansy boy.� He shoved him up against the wall again banging his head against the wall. Benoit laughed at the two men and looked round the room for anything he could find, he quickly found one of the infamous steel chairs, except, this one wasn�t a prop, he handed it to Hunter �Here you go, have fun� he smirked as he went off to look for more things. Hunter held the chair in one hand and held Christian up with the other, he kicked his shins and let Christian drop to the floor. Hunter moved the chair around and stabbed a leg into Christian�s stomach, he jabbed it at his back when Christian doubled over, Christian called out in pain. �Don�t fucking say a word� Hunter growled kicking Christian in the ribs again with his large boots. Christian nodded silently and received a kick to the mouth for his trouble, he felt the blood trickle down his chin and moved his hand up to feel it. Hunter kicked his hand away and laughed as Christian ducked his head in terror. Benoit had found Rob�s bag and retrieved a razor blade from in it, he worked to free the blade as Hunter was attacking Christian with the chair. He finally stood up and walked over to Hunter and tapped him on the shoulder �Look what I found� he said proudly, Hunter eyed the blade and smirked, he moved aside and let Benoit have his turn. Benoit kicked Christian in the shoulder, shoving him against the wall, Benn knelt down next to him and ripped open Christian�s shirt, he dragged Christian�s legs and pinned him to the cold tiled floor. �Now you fucking pervert� he seethed he held the blade up so Christian could see it �I�m gonna fucking cut an F into you, so everyone knows what you are.� Christian whimpered and shook his head and tried to scrabble away, Benoit punched him in the chest and pinned him harder. He moved the blade across Christian�s abdomen, and started slicing the pale skin. The skin didn�t bleed to begin with, Benoit finished the crude �F� and frowned slightly when he didn�t see any blood, he moved to cut him again. Then as if on cue, the wound bled. A bright red F formed on Christian�s stomach. Benoit grinned at his handy-work. Christian screeched out as the cut began to sting. Benoit growled and shoved his hand over Christian� mouth. |
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