Disclaimer: Did I forget this? Oh well, they don't belong to me, if you sue you'll get some high quality pocket lint. Hey, a girl's gotta have some standards
Destribution: see part 1
Dedication: see prolouge
Respect the Game (2/?)
by lirpa
At the hotel...
Hunter hummed along with the music in the elevator. Not only could he hum without thinking it helped release some tension. The last thing this elevator ride needed was more tension, in his opinion. 'Taker, leaning in the far corner, radiated tension, as if he was unsure of his decision. Hunter was beyong caring; all he wanted to do was take something to dull the throbbing in his elbow and sleep.
However, that did not seem to be pasrt of the Undertaker's immeadiate plan. It seemed to Hunter that he wanted to get some things straightened out before either of them were allowed the luxury of sleep. Hunter's supicions were proven a moment later when the Undertaker began speaking.
"Let's get some things straight right now..."
"Like what, Deadman? Exactly what do we have to straighten out?"
"Names, for instance...."
"Names should be the least of your worries."
"And what, exactly, is the most of my worries, boy?"
"What I'm going to do to you..."
"When, boy?"
"When my elbow gets repaired, whenever that is."
"Ahhh, but for the next month you won't be doing anything to me."
"There, will be other times, Deadman."
"Undoubtedly, but that doesn't change the fact this is now, and now ... you can't do jack shit. Now let's get somethig real clear, boy, you made a bet with me, you lost. Part of that bet was that you show mw the proper respect, respect that I deserve. I have yet to see that respect; where is it, boy?"
" What respect? Face it, Deadman, the crowd doesn't respect you, why should I?"
"Besides the fact that you made the bet, and those were the terms, because I deserve it."
"No, you think you deserve it. You may be the only one who does, besides Vince McMahon, that is, " Hunter's smirk never faded.
'Taker laughed, a deep, rolling laugh straight from the gut. "Everyone knows I deserve respect, boy, even the fans. They just fight against it because they don't like it. Everyone knows that, even you, boy. Give up the fight, I've already won the battle."
"You think so, do you?"
"I know so."
Hunter made a little grumbling noise int he back of his throat.
Again 'Taker laughed, "You really are amusing, boy. I knew I wanted you for some reason."
Hunter turned a brilliant shade of scarlet, but said nothing.
"Ahhh, no protests, no declarations of disgust?" When Hunter remained silent he chuckled agian, "You're learning, you're learning."
Again Hunter chose to say nothing, obviously uncomfortable in the current topic of conversation.
"But back to names, since I imagine you won't give me any more trouble, at least for now."
Again Hunter said nothing.
"I see I've shocked you into silence. Ahh, all the better; now I can say what I wanted to with no interputions," 'Taker paused for a moment before continuing, "At the arena you can call me 'Taker, Deaman, whatever the hell you want. When we're away from the arena, however, you will call me Mark. You got me, boy?"
Hunter siad nothing, instead staring at the elevator wall, they had completely missed their floor, been to the basement, back to the penthouse, and now they were somewhere in between.
"Do you understand me, boy?"
Hunter said nothing.
"I'm not going to ask again, boy. Do you understand me?"
Hunter nodded, trying his best not to pout childiskly while he was at it.
"Not good enough, boy. Do you understand me?
"Yes," the answer sounded as if it were torn from Hunter's very soul.
"Good. You can also call me Master, if fact I might make it compulsary, but we'll see how well you do with Mark first."
Hunter said nothing, he'd gone back to staring at the elevator wall. 'Taker reached over and pushed the button for the 22nd floor.
"A little life would be good, boy."
"What do you want me to say?"
"Anything."
"Do you want to hear how angry this makes me; how much I want to tear your black heart out right here in this elevator? That's all I've got to say to you ... Mark."
"Ahh, although it does not speak it listens. I think I liked you better quiet, boy."
That only earned him a glare from Hunter, a rather venomous glare however.
"Now there are going to be some rules in this arrangement. Number 1, you listen to me and do everything I tell you to. Number 2, no backtalk, you may be the Game, but quite frankly I don't give a damn. Number Three, this realtionship stays secret, it wouldn't benfit either of us to see sleazy headlines all over the internet. Number four, don't try to leave..." he was interupted by Hunter's snort and waited a minute before continuing, "you can see the doctor, of course, for your elbow, but if I find out you've left before your month is up there will be hell to pay. I'm sure I've forgotten something I'll remember later ... " he was interupted by the ding of the elevator and the clanking of the elevator doors openeing.
"Down the hall, room 2246. Here's the key. We'll continue this discussion inthe room. I've got soemone to talk to. Amke yourself comfortable, but don't fall asleep."
20 minutes later...
"There's only one bed. Exactly ehat did you say to McMahon?"
"That's non of your business."
"Oh, I think it is my business when there's onlt one bed."
"You can sleep on the couch if you like."
Hunter snorted.
"So you'd rather sllep on the couch?"
"I'd rather you sleep on the couch."
That's not gonna happen, boy. Either you sleep on the couch or you sleep in the bed ... with me. d sleeping on the ocuch won't help your elbow."
"So you want me to sleep on the bed?"
"I really don't care. I was merely pointing out that it won't help your elbow."
"Like you care."
"What makes you think I don't?"
"Oh, I don't know; you're whole attitude?"
"I've never said I didn't like you."
"It's been impliedby your actions. You haven't been exactly nice."
"Was I supposed to be?"
"You say you have my best interests at heart?"
"I never said that."
"Then what, exactly, are you saying?"
"That your elbow won't benefit from sleeping on the couch."
"And all I'm saying is that you don't give a damn."
Mark smiled, a mere baring of teeth, "You're right, I don't."
"Fine. I'll sleep in the bed ... with you. Happy now?"
"I'm getting there."
"I hate it when you say that."
"I know."
"Then why do you do it?"
"You hate it."
"Figures."
