A Dream by Any Other Name... By Flame Email: vincesbitch@evil-online.zzn.com Rating:PG 13-ish Content: language on the part of the MiSTers, some light slash references. Disclaimer: None of the charcters belong to me. They belong to the WWF and themselves. The fiction being MiSTed belongs to it's original author, Tara Petar, and I mean her no personal disrespect. Distribution: Eventually on my site and in the MWT3K archive. ~*~ Flame: (clears throat) Well here's a nice little fic I thought I'd turn a few of my boys loose on. Glenn: (Blinks and looks down) This isn't one of those lush Brides of Kane pieces is it? Taker: (sighs) No... it's me Austin: This ought to be good. My Dream Night Glenn: (Snickers) The alternate title was Insane Story Made up by a Wanna-be Ringrat. Taker: (growls) I was expecting more trouble from Austin than you. Austin: (Smiles mildly and opens a beer.) My friend, Jessica, and I were waiting in the back parking lot after a RAW show (as we always do) Glenn: Because they have no lives? to see all the guys off. Unfortunately I did not see Mark (Undertaker) arrive that day so I wasn't sure where he parked, but I knew he usually rented a white Lincoln Towncar. Taker: (blinks) I do? I'm going to have to do something about that... Glenn: (snorts) Well yeah, the hearse always stuck out... There were now two Towncars in the lot, Shawn had already left with the Godwinns in theirs. The crowd got larger as the fans piled out of the arena and the cops kept trying to get us out of the area where the guys had parked, little did they know that you can't keep me from getting to Callaway; no one has yet. Taker: Two words... Restraining Order Austin: (snickers) Scared of ring rats are ya? Glenn: (nods) They are the scourge of the earth. His are worse. Wanna be Goths and freaks. Taker: (raises a brow) At least I didn't have Brides. Glenn: (looks away and clears his throat.) While the cops were busy with a group of guys who kept running to the back door of the arena trying to get in, I slowly walked around both Towncars. The first one, which was closest the doors, was as we say 'dead', meaning 'no vibes'. Austin: (Blinks) You keep vibes in your rental? Taker: (growls) Shut up! As I got closer to the second one the hairs on my arms and back of my neck stood up and I got goosebumps all over. When I laid a hand on the driver's door, my chest inflated as if someone had forced a huge breath into my lungs. Glenn: In her spare time, she volunteers as a CPR dummy at the local YMCA. I turned to Jessica and said with excitement, "This one is Mark's". She didn't ask if I was sure because she has learned to trust 'talent' for picking up his vibes. We waited and watched other wrestlers leave and the crowd roar. Finally, I saw him walking out of the back door. Sweat pants, Gold's Gym weight shirt and duffle bag over his shoulder. God it was a beautiful sight. Taker: (puffs up) Well she got that right. Glenn: (Rolls his eyes) Please! He made his way to the other Towncar and dug his keys out of his bag. I made my way over to him, pushed through the crowd as always and stood next to him watching his every movement. He couldn't get the keys into the trunk lock and he kept trying. As I walked closer to him I could smell that was fresh from a "Zestfully clean" shower, skin still slightly damp. Taker: I use Irish Spring. Austin: (smirks) I use Ivory. Glenn: TMI there Steve.... I tapped him on the shoulder and as he looked down at me, I raised my eyebrows and told him, "Mark, you're at the wrong car." He gave me a confused look. Glenn: A little blonde moment there, Take? Taker : (looks at him) Shut up Ski Mask boy. "Your Towncar is that one over there." As I pointed behind him. He chose to humor me and walked towards the other car. The keys slid right into the lock. He turned around to me with a rather perplexed look and asked, "How did you know this was my car?" "It has your aura all over it." Austin: You better get that cleaned before you take it back, or they won't give ya back your damn deposit! He sort of chuckled at my answer and shook his head. Mark finished signing autographs for all the fans crowding him and managed to get his door open. "Would you like to have a late dinner?" he asked. "Uh, sure", I replied. I turned to Jessica who was a few feet away from me taking pictures of the two of us, "Jess, I'm going with Mark...don't wait up." She smiled and gave me a wink as I opened the passengers door and slid in. As we drove through the crowd Mark asked again about my knowing his car. "I told you, it has your aura on it. Your aura is so strong Mark you can sense it a mile away." Again he chuckled. I loved to watch him smile since it is such a rare thing to see. Glenn: (sighs) I love it too... It's such a beautiful thing. Austin: (lays his head on Taker's shoulder) Smile for me, will ya, Takie? Taker: (growls again) "So, where are you from?" he asked as he looked up and down the road for a restaurant. "Birmingham, Alabama," I answered. "My friend and I got here about 3 a.m. this morning after seeing you in Montgomery last night." "Did you see the show there?" "No, we just waited to see you and once you went in we headed down to Biloxi." "So Tara, where would you like to eat?" Glen: At what point did she tell you her name? Taker: That isn't me. Austin: Sure looks like you. "Whatever you feel like is fine to me, I like just about everything, so..." "How about Waffle House?" he asked pointing ahead. Taker: (sighs) Always a waffle house... have you noticed that? Austin: (shrugs) Wrestlers like waffles. Glenn: I thought it was pancakes. Austin: (snickers) I think Taker is angling for some pie. I smiled and cut him a look "Sounds fine to me Mark. Never too late for a bowl of cheese grits." Glenn: Oh yeah... She's from Alabama all right! Mark let out a little laugh and nodded in agreement. Needless to say we got looks as we walked in and a few people came to our table and asked for his autograph. Since Mark is hardly one to turn down a fan he gladly granted their wishes. "Well, its my lucky night!" said the waitress. "I get to serve the Undertaker." Mark and I smiled and began with our order. "I'll have a bacon and egg sandwich and a bowl of cheese grits with an OJ." I said. I had my ideas of what Mark would like and eagerly waited to hear his order. Austin: damn that's a healthy appetite she's got there... Glenn: (nods) Building energy. Taker: (Glares at them both) "And I'll have a steak, medium-rare, fried eggs and hashbrowns with coffee." Yep, that's what I thought. While we waited for our meal we talked and found out things about each other. We found out that we have several things in common, same interests, etc...we discussed my mother's death and how the Undertaker character helped me cope with all the pain and anger I was facing. Taker: I have never understood how me beating the crap out of people and stuffing them in body bags helped anyone cope with death. Glenn: It's just part of your charm and mystical ways. Austin: (cough)bullshit(cough) Our dinner finally arrived and we changed the subject to a happier one. We swapped wrestling stories of him on the road and my going to matches since I was four. "I can't believe you recognized me as the Undertaker from being Mean Mark Callous. I looked so different back then." "I know, but like I said it had to have been your aura or something because as soon as I saw you it just clicked in my head as to who you were. I still wanna kick myself for not noticing you back then, but I was so busy following Bobby Eaton like a lost puppy I could've cared less about anyone else." All: (blink) BOBBY EATON? Glenn: Older ring rat. "Bobby Eaton? To each his own, right?" he ridiculed with a smile, "Hey now...Bobby's a nice guy." We finished our meal and went back to his hotel room. I called Jessica back at the Holiday Inn and told her I was staying the night with Mark and he'd drop me off in the morning. "Oh, you lucky bitch," she said with an excited voice. "Just give me all the juicy details in the morning." Glenn: (shudders) Juicy was not an image I needed. Austin: (puts down his beer) Me either. "Mark, do you mind if I use your shower? I'm just so icky feeling from all that smoke and heat at the arena." Glenn: I think I'm going to need a shower after this one too. Taker : (nods) It won't be a cold one, that's for sure. "Sure go ahead. There are plenty of towels for ya in there." "Great! Thanks." As the water was heating up I washed off my makeup and brushed out my hair. "Hey Tara..." Mark called as I climbed out of the hot shower. "Yea?" "Come on, this stuff will go bad before you get out here." "What stuff?" As I entered the room I saw the table was covered in roses, strawberries, whip cream, fudge and wine. "Oh, dear." "You likes?" he asked with a smile. "I likes. But I don't know what I likes more, all these treats or you lying on the bed like that." Mark smiled and blushed a little. My heart skipped several beats as I looked at him lying on the silk sheeted Glenn: (blinks) When did Super 8 start doing things like that? bed in his black Calvin Klein boxers on his side, head propped up with one hand while the other stretched over the other side of the bed and his knees slightly pulled up. He patted the bed, "Come here." Taker: These women have a boxer fixation! Glenn: They would be so disappointed in your tidy whities. I lied on the bed next to him looking deep into his green eyes and couldn't help but smile. We intertwined our ankles, rubbing our feet together. Austin: Which would put her head about at your.... Chest unless she's a very tall girl.. Mark lets out a giggle, "My feet are ticklish." Taker: I don't giggle. Glenn: You just did. Taker: That isn't me. Austin: (Smirks) Are we sure? He picked up a strawberry and dipped it into the whip cream and slowly moved it towards my mouth. I bit into the fruit and licked off some whip cream from my upper lip. I then offered one to him and he circled the strawberry with his tongue, licking off all of the whip cream and then biting down into the chilled fruit. We then licked fudge off of each others fingers. His tongue rolling over my finger in his mouth as he looked at me with passion in his eyes. Mark then leaned forward and kissed me on the lips as our torsos moved closer together. He looked at me as he caressed my shoulder and slid the strap of my negligée down and kissed my neck and shoulder. Taker: Negligee? I missed that part too! Glenn: I thought she just trotted out raw. We then embraced each other and began to French kiss. Our tongues wrestling inside our mouths as our hands slowly glided up and down each others back. Mark then looked at me and said "I don't want to ruin this moment." "Neither do I." We continued to feed each other and sip our glasses of wine. Gentle kisses were passed with the occasional blush as we ran our hands over the others body, feeling each nook and cranny. Mark and I laid back in each others arms and fell asleep. Glenn: (laughs hysterically) THEY DIDN'T DO IT???? Austin: Holy Shit! That's got to be a first! The next morning I awoke to running water...Mark was in the shower. I went in to join him. Steam filled the room as the hot water beat against our bodies. We took turns washing each other with the Zest Body Wash and poof. Mark then ordered some room-service for our breakfast as he sat on the bed with a black towel wrapped around his waist. His long wet hair draped over his shoulders dripping water down his pink chest. Glenn: (snickers) Take, can I borrow your poof? Taker: No. Austin: Please? Taker: No. "Lord he looks delicious!" I thought to myself. Over our pancakes and scrambled eggs we talked about future WWF events, if I was gonna be there, etc. Through some laughter Mark comes out of nowhere with, "You know...most guys would've complained about what we have done and not going through with having sex," I nodded in agreement, "but I personally couldn't have asked for it to be any better than it was." Taker: (looks at Glenn and Austin) What no snide remarks? Glenn: Ok, since you insist... Better than what? Austin: Hey he let her play with his poof... it wasn't a total loss. I smiled up at him and gently wiped off some syrup from the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad." "I think sometimes sex just ruins it. Sometimes I enjoy it more when you just kiss, cuddle and just be together. It's more intimate I think." Austin: He's such a deep spiritual loving man. Glenn: It's all that communing with the powers of darkness and traveling with Paul that did it. "I agree. Of course, I'd never turn you down for sex. Anytime we're together you just let me know what you want to do." He smiled and continued his breakfast. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses and promised to contact each other when we were in town or if I was to be at an event to get a guard to tell him that I was there and he'd get me in back stage to be with him. As he drove me to the hotel where Jessica was at, his hand stayed on my knee and I held my hand on top of his. He walked me to my room, greeted Jessica and asked how she was doing and if she had eaten breakfast yet. Mark then gave me a hug and one last kiss. "I'll see you in my dreams," I said to him as he turned to leave. "Not if I see you there first." Taker: (nods) No Shit... If I see her first I'm out of there. Glenn: Awww but you seemed to love her so much. Taker: That was not me! Austin: I still say it looked like ya, Jackass. THE END