for shana, thanks for all your help, it is appreciated. To Grace, and Darkflame and Kay, for their unwavering support. Especially to Darkflame, this is yours, if you want it. Kay, for writing great stories, ones that inspiried me to write this.
Disclaimer : Not mone, never will be. Sue and you'll get high quality pocket lint
Respect the Game (Prolouge/?)
The arena was quiet, most of thw wrestlers have left already, gone back to the hotel to relax and rest their aching muscles and get a well deserved night of rest. However a few wrestlers have not yet left the building...
"I don't think so, Deadman." Triple H snarled, "there's no way in Hell you're walking away from King of the Ring with my title. you stole that titlle from me and I'm going to take it from you at King of the Ring."
For once, The Undertaker did not become angry, seeing the ploy behind Hunter's words. Instead, he asked, "You think so, boy?"
"I know so."
"You sound mighty confident."
" Come King of the Ring that title will be back around me waist, where it belongs, Deadman."
"You thinks so? Well let me tell you something, boy, com King of the Ring not only is this title going home with me, so are you, that is if you're up to it."
" What are youtalking about?"
" A bet, Helmsley."
"What kind of bet?"
The Undertaker sighed in irritation, "Do I have to spell it out for you, boy? Obviously, because you haveb't gotten it so far. When I win at King of the Ring you will come home with me, and show me the respect that I deserve. In case you don't get it, when I win at King of the Ring you'll become my slave."
"Don't you mean if you win at King of the Ring?"
No, boy, I said what i mwant. Do you actually think you can beat me> No, wait, don't answer that, I already know what you'll say."
It was Hunter's turn to sigh, " That still doesn't tell me what I get when I win at Kingof the Ring, now does it, 'Taker?"
The Undertaker took a moment to think on that, what would happen if Helmsley won at King of the Ring? However, he couldn't convince Helmsley to enter the bet without some kindof incentive.
"Then the reverse is true."
"And exctly how long to do you expect to be my slave?" Hunter smirked.
"I don't expect to be your slave at all, boy. For convience's sake, let's say the slavery lasts a month."
"A month!"
"yes, Helmsley, a month. What? Afraid you can't beat me whan I can see you coming?"
"I can beast you anytime, anyplace, Deadman."
"Then take the bet. Prove you're not scared."
"Fine, I'll take the damn bet. Happy now?"
"No, but I will be come Sunday. Remember Hunter, you're living on borrowe time,so to speak.In leass than 72 hours your life won't be your own anymore, boy." And with that the Undertaker exited the locker-room with the grace of a large cat stalking its prey.
Hunter Hearst Helmsley watched him leave, his face a mask of hatred. When the door closed silently behind his opponent Hunter slammed the locker door. The clang echoed throughout the silent arena. It sounded ominous and sinister.
Hunter grabbed his bag and stalked out of the locker-room, slamming the door behind him. In his mind he could still hear the awful clang of the locker door, and somewhere in the distance a motocycle roared to life.
