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The Four Horsemen	By : Kodanikage Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Wow this is a long one but I had the case of brain diarrhea on this one I just hope you enjoy it. Anyway send plenty of reviews. -Rei

Abeebah returned to the ‘gym’ after a ten minute hiatus to straighten out what happened in her own head. The brunet haired woman went through what happened in Vince McMahon’s office over and over again. She was debuting tonight, not next week, not next month, tonight. And to make things even more screwed up she not only had to debut tonight, sure that she was less than prepared to fight as a wrestler instead of a survivor but she also had to team up with the deadman himself.

All because she allowed herself to be manipulated, all because she didn’t like the familial feeling she was sensing off of a man she didn’t know nor trust. As soon as she entered Delia was already there with Brandon and Evan waiting for her. Sable and the assistant that she told to call the emergency room were gone. Delia took one look at her and glares, “what the fu-“. Before she could say another word Brandon covered her mouth with the palm of his hand and smiled in exasperation.

“What she means to ask is there any problems to deal with”? Delia ripped his hand from her mouth but remained silent, waiting to hear her sister’s answer. Abeebah shrugged, “McMahon is debuting me tonight in a tag match”, she paused for effect, and “my partner is Undertaker”. “WHAT”?!! Evan’s lower jaw unhinged and dropped firmly to the floor.

His eldest sister snorted rudely, walking forward Abeebah shut his mouth with an audible click. “I didn’t stutter little brother”. Evan huffed in annoyance and crossed his arms over his chest, “so you’re serious”? Abeebah quirked her lip in the Mona Lisa smile she was most known for. Disgruntled the youngest turned around and stomped to a nearby bench and planted himself on it, “ok, you deal with her”, he called out to Brandon.

His elder brother cast Abeebah an annoyed look, “who are you up against”? She blinked slowly, “I didn’t stick around long enough to find out”. Brandon pinched the bridge of his nose, “Dios me da la fuerza”. “Amen”, Delia and Evan chimed together glaring at their’ unconcerned elder sister. Amused Abeebah sank onto the mat in a graceful sprawl, “it’s easy enough to find out who-“. “You’re gonna ask”, interrupted Delia with a raised eyebrow.

“No”, Abeebah rotated her shoulders hoping to get the kinks out, “process of elimination, who are the top two beefs Undertaker has right now Evan”? “Shawn Michaels and Steve Austin”, he answered automatically. “Okay, which of those two are gonna come with back up more accurately female back up”.

Evan blinked in amazement, “Shawn Michaels is apart of D generation X and Chyna just so happens to be their’ only female member”, it made sense. Delia grimaced, “you mean that same he/she that was supposed to teach us”. Evan nodded a thoughtful look on his face. “She’s not the only one you’re gonna have to worry about out there Beebs the rest of DX aren’t above ‘helping out’ once in a while and most likely they’re gonna go after you”.

The brunet made absentminded gestures with her hands. “Then Brandon if you don’t mind, come out with me”, she glanced at her two youngest siblings, “Delia, Evan, any stragglers backstage are yours to do with them what you will if they try to interfere”. Both of them gave Abeebah matching malicious grins. This could prove to be a fun night after all. It was then that the eldest Johns took notice of her little sister’s ring attire. Delia was garbed in a ridiculously short black pinstriped skirt and electric blue vest.

On the back stitched in sharp relief was a black steed, head lowered as if to charge. Had it been anyone else Abeebah seriously doubted they would be able to pull the simultaneously sultry/business attire and make it look classy like Delia was. But somehow she did it even where the thigh high combat boots and matching knee and arm pads with an easy smile and grace. She smiled back, “Nice outfit”. Elsewhere in his darkened dressing room the Undertaker sat alone contemplating the events that happened this passing year thus far.

His manager Paul Bearer betrayed him not once but twice. First by taking the side of Mankind and when the insane over jovial glutton for punishment proved ineffective Bearer turned heel once more by revealing that his baby brother whom he thought dead for years was in fact alive and very pissed. Kane had yet to make another appearance after the hell in the cell match but the Phenom didn’t doubt for one moment that he was truly alive.

The part of his soul that had long fallen baron was now alight with the flames of his brother’s tumultuous emotions. Hate, anger, pain, confusion, and yes love battered the lord of darkness relentlessly. How the fat fuck Paul Bearer was able to hide his younger sibling’s continued existence Undertaker had no idea but there was no doubt it was Kane and he had every intention of reclaiming him. ‘Soon brother, soon’, his mind whispered and more anger and confusion caused the light in his soul to spread like a brush fire.

He could sense Kane but much like when they were children he couldn’t where he was, only his emotions. Undertaker sighed at the heat that was filtering into his frozen heart, causing the darkness to recede but not disappear completely into the back of his mind. He once thought this a weakness, only to find out many years since his family’s ‘death’ that he would always crave Kane’s all consuming light.

For there was no other way to describe Kane, who was so passionate as a child just as much as Undertaker was the epitome of concealed darkness. They tempered each other then even as the arguments between their’ parents became violent and spilled down onto them. He was only six when the beatings began Kane was four. And these beatings continued until there was nothing left of the children Mark and Glen Calloway.

All that was left by the time Mark turned twelve and Glen turned ten was ‘Taker’ and ‘Kane’. Monikers given to them by classmates, who preyed upon them endlessly. Ever the opportunist Paul who was in his father’s employ at the time influenced Mark heavily and it didn’t take long to convince Mark to go along with killing his parents. It was his idea to set the family funeral home ablaze.

‘It’s the only way you and Kane can be free’, the slimy bastard had said oh so many years ago. And to his everlasting shame Taker believed him. It had been all planned out. That day while doing his choirs Taker would set fire to the highly flammable embalming fluid in the basement.

His mother was in the house cooking lunch as she usually did and his father was in the parlor preparing a body for burial as he usually did during that time of day. Everything had gone according to plan, everything save one little detail. Kane wasn’t supposed to be in the house. Even after it was all said and done he continued to believe Paul Bearer and followed his every command.

Undertaker closed his eyes against the memories that wanted to pull him back into the lonely coldness that had surrounded him since the day he thought he murdered his brother. Forcibly he turned his attention toward his supposed tag team match tonight. He had gone to Vince demanding a rematch against HBK whom with the help of Kane defeated him in the first ever hell in a cell match.

Vince obliged, with the stipulation that he could only get a rematch if he defeated Triple H in a mixed tag match with a partner of the McMahon’s choosing. The Phenom agreed for the simple fact that he was going to go after the ponytailed punk anyway. However he wanted to meet his partner well before that match. Vince agreed readily enough saying that coincidentally ‘she was training’. Undertaker recalled the smug smile on the elder man’s face as his ‘pick’ came into the room.

Flashback

“Ah, there you are come in Morte there is someone I’d like you to meet”, Vince beckoned the dark haired youth to enter and she did so with a small smile on her lips. Undertaker glanced at her from the corner of his eye before casting his eyes forward once more, too quickly for anyone to notice. “Sorry I took so long Mr. McMahon Sable has been attacked”. Immediately a worried frown crossed the owner of the WWF’s face.

Undertaker held back the urge to laugh when the business tycoon gave ‘Morte’ assurances that the diva would be avenged. And was shocked enough to finally truly look at the woman when she out right laughed at Vince and told him on no uncertain terms that what happened to Sable’s attacker was none of her business. She was pretty, he supposed, with hair a rich mane of chocolate brown and full youthful face. Morte’ Undertaker was sure that she was not the type of woman Vince would bring into this business.

She wasn’t ridiculously muscled like Chyna nor was she out right sexy like the other WWF divas. Compared to them this obvious twenty something was down right normal. “Now who is it that you wanted to introduce me to”? Vince nodded toward him. “Morte this is the Undertaker he’ll be your tag team partner for your debut tonight”. Then she locked gazes with him and the Undertaker felt a familiar sensation warm the pit of his stomach.

Cat hazel eyes looked at him with startled uneasiness a prominent scar running the length of the right side of her face. But as soon as the emotion was shown it was gone, replaced by the watchfulness of a fellow predator on the prowl with a disturbingly empty smile. She turned away from him, but Undertaker knew Morte felt it too but wasn’t about to acknowledge it or force her to do so in front of Mr. McMahon.

“Until tonight then”, she said and without so much as a backwards glance his way left. Again he had to hold back a smirk, ‘this one has balls’. When Vince cleared his throat Undertaker had to hold back a growl and turned his attention back to his employer. The businessman had a calculating look in his eyes that Undertaker had long become familiar with.

Internally he felt the darkness drift to the forefront of his heart concealing the cool hearted predator whose interest had been peeked by the dark female. Chillingly he spoke, “who is she”? Vince smirked, “Morte is one of Sable’s protégées, she is the oldest”. Undertaker’s hand twitched, “And the others”? “Guerra, Viluppo, and Lue are her younger siblings”.

Idly the deadman wondered if her siblings were anything like Morte, would they be able to feel him like she did? How were they able to feel each other in the first place when he was only ever able to feel Kane in such a manner starting when Mark seen him for the first time? So many questions left unanswered didn’t sit well with Undertaker’s more or less hidden curiosity. “Morte is a remarkable wrestler and I’m sure she will live up to her name and perhaps meet even your high expectations”.

The McMahon was just answered by Undertaker’s blank stare. Whatever manipulation the WWF owner was trying to allot to was not to his advantage so there was no reason to remain here. Slowly the red head stood to his feet the entire weight of his stare focused on Vince McMahon from the lofty height of the Undertaker’s 6’10 frame. “She better or her suffering will be compared nothing to yours”. And with that he left.

End Flashback

Undertaker glanced around his room with an annoyed growl. He would get no answers by just sitting here. Unfolding his long limbs from the lotus position he had been in ever since he entered his dressing room Undertaker resolved to go to the ‘gym’ and discreetly pump Morte for information. ‘She’ll be there’, he thought with certainty as another set of emotions filtered into his being that wasn’t Kane’s or his own. Undertaker walked to the ‘gym’ and was greeted with the sight of a young light skinned man being arm dragged by Morte who was notably smaller than him.

The near seven footer was even more impressed when she didn’t let go of that arm and instead turned it into an arm bar. “I’m not going to tap out of this you know”, the boy’s low tenor voice wrung quietly through the air. Morte pulled his captured arm back and further to her chin while lifting her hips forcing the boy to tap. She let him go with an amused smirk. “Morte”, Immediately Undertaker, Morte, and the boy she was wrestling glanced over where another boy and girl sat watching him with weariness.

“Your partner’s here”. Annoyed confusion came to the front of Undertaker’s mind. ‘Definitely Morte’, the Phenom thought as the emotion was not intense enough to be Kane and too razor sharp to be one of his own. Morte looked at him with none of what he knew she was feeling on her face, only the same amused smile that she seemed to constantly wear. And surprisingly Undertaker wanted to see what the expression would look like on her face.

Shaking the odd feeling off him turned his attention back outward, “Morte, I’ll be training with you”. More annoyance forced its way into his mind along with a hint of resignation, “Fine”. Abeebah turned to regard her brothers and sister. And before she even opened her mouth Delia interrupted, “I’m stay’n Morte besides your going to need me to help you get ready for tonight”. For a second Abeebah’s smile dropped but she turned away from them all, “do what you want”. “Then we’re staying too”, said Evan casting a look toward the giant whom was her sister’s tag partner.

Abeebah crossed her arms over her breast and looked toward him. “Then I might as well make introductions, Undertaker these are my brother’s Lue” the pixy thin boy moved forward, “and Guerra” the light skinned boy tilted his head in a slight bow. “The loud mouth is my sister Viluppo”. Undertaker nodded to each of them and made eye contact but did not feel the connection he felt with their’ sister. Viluppo was glaring daggers at her eldest sibling but as usual it had no effect.

“One of these days dear heart one of these days”, the wiry beauty said in a mock threatening voice. Abeebah ignored her and cocked her head slightly, “so is there something specific you have in mind or are we just improvising”? “Just some basic exercises”, Undertaker rumbled quietly. That got a raised eyebrow from the girl but she didn’t argue. Guerra moved away from the mat, giving the two of them room but close enough to intervene if Undertaker tried anything. He snorted internally, ‘like he could do anything’.

Morte’s gaze snapped toward him a look of confusion and irritation flashing across her face. But once again she schooled her expression into neutrality and they began with stretching. Though she was already warmed up Abeebah stretched anyway, sending glances at her younger siblings once every so often. She didn’t know why Undertaker was here but from the description Evan gave her and what she seen for herself he wouldn’t be here without a reason. And the feeling she got every time she is around her brothers and sister had changed.

Now Abeebah could feel ghostly touches of curiosity and irritation, it only served to agitate her more as she had no answer for it. ‘What the hell is going on’, she all but screamed in her own mind. Acid green eyes were now fixated on her with an intensity that disturbed the young Philadelphian. There was a clear demand for answers in those eyes and all she could do was glare back helplessly because she herself didn’t have any. Closing her eyes Abeebah let out an explosive breath, ‘relax and keep smiling’, she ordered herself. Slowly but surely Abeebah got herself under control, then glanced over at her siblings to see if they noticed.

One quick glance at Evan and Delia proved they had not while one look from Brandon confirmed he had noticed but he cast his eyes downward telling her without words he would not call attention to it. She sent him a genuine smile of thankfulness. Undertaker was watching her again she could feel it and had never felt the urge so badly to do violence raise within herself. ‘Calm down’, she scowled herself, ‘not the time nor the place and definitely not the right one to flip out on’.

Suddenly Undertaker spoke, “your name, what does it mean”? ‘Is he intentionally trying to push me’, she wondered, almost losing her composure once more. “Morte is Italian for death”. Low laughter answered her, “what made you pick that”? Bile rose swift and fierce up her throat as memories tried to pierce the frozen barrier of her heart. “I didn’t”. The air around them seemed to drop abruptly and her siblings immediately took notice. “Beebs”, timidly Evan made his way to his sister but knew better than to touch her. Undertaker was driven to one knee as the continuous stream of awareness cut at him like a sharply honed blade.

“Umm guys”, Delia pointed toward their’ sister’s tag partner. Brandon’s hazel flecked orbs flashed ominously “leave him we need to calm her down first”. Evan didn’t pay attention as he tried to call his sister out of the glacial prison she always placed herself in when she has been pushed too far. “Any idea what broke the camel’s back”, Delia watched their’ little brother coaxed Abeebah back into reality using only his voice. Deftly Brandon pointed to the downed giant, “I don’t know how and I don’t know why but it has something with this joker”. “Who are you call’n joker boy”.

The Johns siblings turned to regard the deadman in sync. Undertaker was still trying to shake off the cobwebs with little to no success. Brandon growled, he didn’t give a damn who this man was if he did any of this on purpose and maybe still if he didn’t as god as his witness Brandon would destroy him. “You obviously”, he snarled. Any response Undertaker was about to give was cut off by Abeebah, “stop”. Brandon looked at his now composed sister incredulously Delia and Evan doing the same. “He doesn’t know what is going on either, that’s why he’s here”, she cast her flat gaze toward Undertaker, “leave please”.

Finally the deadman managed to stand to his feet and he glared coldly at Abeebah. “I ain’t go’n nowhere till ah get answers”, Undertaker’s bass southern drawl sent chills down Evan and Delia’s spine. However Brandon was too incensed to give a damn and Abeebah couldn’t care even less. She gave the big man a feral smile, “sorry let me rephrase that, you are going to leave”. The dead man moved forward to loom over Abeebah only to be stopped short by Guerra who stepped in his path. “Get out my way”. Fury lit the smaller man’s eyes making the hazel flecks glow an unholy light.

“Stop it”, once again Abeebah interceded her eyes locked with the Undertaker’s and her delicate looking hand locked on her brother’s arm. “You came here for answers and I have none”, the Phenom felt Abeebah’s razor sharp rage cut deeply in his own mind. Inwardly Undertaker flinched. “And since I know threatening you would be a waste of both time and breath, let me just say this”, She moved past her brother to stare up into the eyes of the lord of darkness, “you do not want to go to war with me”. So sincere was the notably smaller wrestler Undertaker was more than a little inclined to listen especially with the shadow of her emotions overshadowing his own.

For a long moment he just stared at Abeebah, fighting with himself on what he should do. Then finally, “we have a match to win tonight, show me what going to war with you will mean”. He turned his back on the Johns and left to wherever he was going to prepare for the impending match leaving the siblings to commune amongst themselves. Grabbing Abeebah’s arm Brandon forcefully turned his sister around. “What the hell is going on Abeebah”? Not even bothering to play around like she’d usually do Abeebah sent her usually level headed brother a quelling look.

“Undertaker is like me”, “WHAT”?!! The dark haired woman stalked right by her stunned siblings and toward the place where Evan her and Brandon’s ring attire. “I can feel him”, she stated simply as she bent down and retrieved the box containing her ring attire. “He can feel me”, she added almost absently. Delia frowned, “how I thought the only reason you inherited was because ‘they’ played around with your insides”. “Hence my telling big bad and loco that I have no idea what was going on, because truthfully I don’t got a clue”.

Evan flinched at the cold bite of his sister’s voice grated at them ominously. The Undertaker wanted to see what going to war against Morte would entail and tonight each and every one of them were sure she would show him in spades. The Johns spent the rest of the day trying to distract Abeebah from the impending match and connection to a man she didn’t know nor like. They went out and explored New York, visiting the statue of liberty and going to Broad Street to buy clothes and souvenirs. They returned soon after talking to the stage hands as they prepared.

But as the sun set in the garden and time for the show drew near, Abeebah could no longer be sidetracked. The liquid fire in her eyes doused and her focus narrowed. She had no doubt Chyna would come at her with foolish anger because of their’ first introduction. And she wasn’t going to be taken out because of some steroid freak had an attitude problem. She sighed as she and Delia changed in the locker room provided to them while Evan and Brandon changed in the bathroom. This was not the future she had envisioned for herself or her siblings. “What is it Beebs”?

Abeebah glanced up at her sister who was now fully dressed and regarding her with mild worry. Not for the first time she marveled at her sister’s beauty. Delia was so unlike her hot tempered and passionate, the younger woman had inherited their’ mother’s personality and good looks. And not surprisingly she was the most manipulative of their’ little family using her good looks to her full advantage. And her ring attire showcased that beauty perfectly. Abeebah tightened the laces on her combat boots.

“Braid my hair will ya”? Delia stared at her for a moment before sashaying over to the bench where she sat and retrieving a comb from her gym bag Delia began. They didn’t speak a word even when Brandon dressed in his ring attire and Evan garbed in non-descript black sweats returned from the bathroom. And the two brothers just watched Delia part the thick fall of her brown curls evenly and braid them only half way before tying it off. She left the back untouched and smiled at her handy work.

Walking around Abeebah to assess how the style looked from the front Delia frowned. “Something’s missing”, she clucked her tongue thoughtfully. Delia had braided Abeebah’s back and away from her face letting the mass of curls in the back drape over Abeebah’s shoulders, emphasizing on the fullness there. But it also made her scar stand out even more so than it usually did especially with the hard glint glittering in danger in her eyes. She shoot a sideway’s glance to Brandon, “any ideas”.

He cocked his head and looked at Abeebah critically taking in every detail of her ring attire. Yet looking at her Brandon couldn’t help but agree with Delia. There was just something about it that should be there, that would make it complete. Suddenly he smiled and stood to his feet, “wait just a minute”, and rushed out of their’ locker room. For a moment the remaining Johns siblings stared after him wandering what in the hell Brandon had in mind. Then, “you gave him sugar didn’t you”. Delia shot Evan a mock glare, “I’m not that crazy”.

Abeebah got up with a sigh and walked over to the cheap floor length mirror that was set up by the bathroom door. She stared at her reflection and silently admired the person reflected back at her. This was not Abeebah Johns, Abeebah Johns would never wear eye catching material no matter how functional it was. Abeebah Johns would never allow herself to fight for the entertainment of others, and Abeebah Johns no matter how angry she became would never show it until her opponent was well on their’ way to being taken out, permanently.

‘When have I changed’, she wondered silently, ‘when did I go from being just another survivor to being a fighter, a wrestler’? Chocolate curls cascaded down Abeebah’s shoulders, framing her rounded face beautifully and harkening attention to her arched brows full lips and menacing eyes. Abeebah balled her fist, her black bandaged hands tight to reassure herself they would hold. The fluorescent light of the locker room caught the sheen off her steel gray gi, making it seem like it was glowing against the deep earthy tone of her skin. Her pants fit loosely against her thighs and bunched at her ankles where her combat boots began.

‘I look good’, she admitted to herself but like her siblings Abeebah thought something was missing. “Penny for your thoughts”? Evan moved to stand next her in the mirror, looking at his own reflection even though he wasn’t wearing his ring attire. His eldest sister cast him one of her patented amused looks, “I should hope my thoughts are worth more than a penny Evan”. He rolled his eyes and glanced over to where Delia sat studiously applying make up on herself. “I walked right into that one didn’t I”?

“Yes you did”. Eyes so much like, and yet so different from her own glared up at her, “so”? Seeing he wasn’t going back down and Brandon was no where in sight Abeebah sighed. “I’m just deal’n little brother that’s all”. Her willowy younger sibling nodded slowly and backed off knowing she would say no more on the subject. The cold rage that glittered unpromisingly in her eyes didn’t lessen, even for him. Before an uncomfortable silence could settle between them Brandon returned a black mask in hand. He immediately handed it to Abeebah. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of her old Halloween mask.

The black and silver jaguar mask was made for her by an artist friend she made in high school and was forged from the spare car parts. She smiled almost fondly at the memory of receiving it on the very day the Halloween dance was to occur. It was perfect. Wordlessly Abeebah handed the mask back to Brandon and turned to look at her reflection once more as Brandon put the mask on her face and lifted the back part of her hair to secure the sturdy straps. Letting the curls slip through his fingers Brandon flagged his younger siblings over to take a look at their’ eldest sibling.

Evan and Delia gasped, looking at their’ sister as if she were another person. “So d’ya think I’m ready”, Abeebah asked rhetorically. All three of her younger siblings groaned in exasperation and they all gave her a playful shove. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and unceremoniously a stage hand entered. The petite female took one look at them and flinched, “Ms. Morte”? “Yeah”, Abeebah stepped from the throng of her siblings. “You’re on in five”. Surprised she finally noticed the echoing voices of the crowd as they cheered. ‘It’s time’.

“Welcome to Monday Night RAW! Folks, I’m Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler and with me is good ol’ JR, Jim Ross”. “Thanks King, well ya’ll we in for a real treat as later tonight DX members Chyna and Triple H go up against Undertaker and his mystery partner hand picked by Mr. McMahon himself”. Jerry took over, “which definitely spells bad news for those degenerates if you ask me”. The Oklahoma cowboy rolled his eyes. “Yes it does King, Undertaker alone could get the job done but this is going to be a mixed tag match so the question is who is his partner and what woman would be crazy enough to tag with the deadman”.

“Doesn’t matter JR we get to see a cat fight tonight”. Ross once again rolled his eyes, “get your’ mind out of the gutter King this is fixing to be one hell of a slobber knockka especially with Undertaker gun’n for DX”. Unrepentant Lawler shrugged, “what can I say JR I love puppies”. “Yes I know that King”. A stage technician quickly made his way to the announce table and whispered into JR’s ear. “Well hold the phone folks, looks like we’re gonna get to know Mr. McMahon’s pick a little early”.

Suddenly the stadium was filled with Vince’s theme music and the crowd watched on as the titantron played the millionaire’s video and the man himself strutted down the catwalk. The arrogant swagger incited a many a buu from the crowd but Vincent McMahon didn’t care he owned this show and thus owned them. He made his way to the ring microphone in hand with his head of security the big boss man just a few steps behind him. Stepping into the ring Vince took in the crowd before as his music faded away and the footage on the titantron was cut.

The roar of the thousands of voice shook the garden to its foundations and he put the mic to his lips. “Well I guess you’re all wondering why I am here”. “Earlier today Undertaker came to my office demanding a rematch between himself and Shawn Michaels”. The audience cheered loudly, “but you see that would be too easy and Degeneration X as a whole has much to answer for where I am concerned and where the Undertaker is concerned”. They cheered even louder rattling the very ring beneath Vince’s feet. “So I, in my infinite wisdom”, JR scoffed, “came to a perfect solution”. “a mixed tag match between Chyna and Triple H against the Undertaker and a diva of my choosing”.

Behind the announcers table King was flashing his million watt smile, “you gotta admit JR it is a great plan”. “I reserve my judgment on that one King”. Now Vince had a smile on his face, “however this solution presented another problem, what WWF diva is good enough to enter the ring right here in Madison Square Garden, what diva is tough enough to take on the ninth wonder of the world Chyna, and what diva is worthy to join forces with the Phenom the Undertaker”. That really got the crowd going and once again Vince was amazed how many fans the dark man had despite his persona. After a few moments when the cheers died down he resumed his dialogue, “well it just so happens that a few weeks ago I had signed some new talents to the WWF roster”.

“What’s he talking about King”? “I don’t know JR”. “And one them I think, no I know fit the bill, so without a further ado I present to you one fourth of the horsemen of the Apocalypse MORTE”. All of a sudden the lights in the arena dimmed and took on a blue tint and Hope by Apocalyptica blared from the titantron. The crowd went wild and Abeebah walked out from behind the curtain for the first time. For a moment she stood frozen at the top of the ramp, stunned by deafening ruckus the mass of people generated.

Slowly she turned her face from the left and to the right taking it all in before facing forward once more, focusing on the ring and the man who stood at its center with his crony at his side. The smug smirk he was wearing made Abeebah feel dirty but she walked down the ramp anyway and took her sweet time in doing so. ‘No need to rush, just take your opponent in your own stride’. She repeated the lesson she gave her siblings on a regular basis in her head. The Philadelphia native could hear the two commentators speculating already on her attire and why she was wearing a mask.

She held back the urge to maim the pervert Jerry ‘the King’ when he whined about how she didn’t look like a woman. And then Abeebah held back laughter as good ol’ JR told the former wrestler to shut up. Vince watched her slow but steady approach seeing how the audience responded to his newest superstar. It was simply awe inspiring, the way Morte stalked down the ramp with animal grace her mask, which he admitted to himself was a nice touch glittered ominously in the low light.

She seemingly paid no mind to the big boss man as she slid into the ring and stood to her feet in one smooth motion. Moving forward she stood well enough away from her employer who frowned at the blatant show of distrust. But just as he was about to speak once more Vince was interrupted by the DX theme music and he immediately turned his ire toward the ramp where Chyna, surprisingly on her own walked from behind the curtain.

Morte watched Chyna approach the ring her dark gaze livid and focused on her. The newly inducted wrestler was not impressed. Chyna stopped a few feet away from actually entering and brought a microphone to her lips. “Vince you can’t be serious about letting this”, she made a hand gesture toward Morte, “fight me”. Amused Morte smirked under her mask but said nothing in return to the obvious jibe.

“Actually Chyna I am dead serious about it”. The crowd cheered at the look of disbelief on the diva’s face. The owner of the WWF glared venomously at Chyna, “and you would do well to remember I AM VINCE MCMAHON AND I OWN THIS COMPANY THIS IS MY RING”. Minutely both divas flinched as Vince’s voice grated at their’ nerves. Seeing the man was gearing to go once more Abeebah moved closer to her new boss and asked for the mic. Surprised he handed it over to her.

“Sorry to interrupt Mr. McMahon but I need to make a few things clear with Chyna right here and right now”. Morte set her gaze firmly on Chyna’s orbs, knowing that her rage still ran strong and it was visible in her eyes. “What could Morte possibly have to say to Chyna JR”? “I don’t know King maybe she’s going to respond to that blatant insult Chyna gave just moments ago”. “I may be new to the world wrestling federation and I may not be a muscle bound bitch”, the crowd oohed, “but I am someone that deserves respect”.

Chyna was about to respond only have Morte cut her off. “No Ms. Thing it ain’t ya turn to speak”. The tall woman glared almost hatefully at her future opponent. Morte just shrugged off the look, “you and I are going to fight in this very ring tonight whether you protest or not and as for the why you would protest in the first place well, to tell the truth I don’t give a fuck”. “Ooh my”, Jerry and JR exclaimed simultaneously. “We will fight”, she reiterated, “which means two things for you”. Abeebah paused letting the cheering wash over her for a moment.

Then she gave Chyna a toothy smile that though not visible it still came out in her voice which took on a feral quality. “Pain is inevitable”, Morte stepped closer to the ropes and surprisingly Chyna stepped back, “suffering is optional”. Triple H’s bodyguard was furious but dare not get in the ring with Vince McMahon and his bodyguard still in the ring. Instead she withdrew, insults sweet on her tongue and rage turning her gut. As soon as she was sure Chyna was gone Abeebah handed the microphone back to Vince with a polite thank you left the arena without another word.

Back at the announcers table JR and King were talking about what they had just witnessed. “No fear or respect for Chyna that was for sure, but I can’t help but wonder if this kid knows what she’s doing”. King shrugged, “you’ll get no argument out of me there JR, and you can bet that Chyna will be going after the new girl after this one and with DX in her corner”. The cowboy leaned back in his seat. “For Morte’s sake I just hope she and the Undertaker are on the same page”. “I don’t know JR Mr. McMahon said that there are still three members of the horsemen faction yet to be revealed”.

“There is that King, but then that begs to question whether the other horsemen can cut it against DX”. Jerry waved his friend off, “we can speculate about this all night and not get an answer, because Vince is leaving”. And the multimillionaire was leaving a smug smirk on his face for all to see, his teeth flashing prominently in the camera flashes. JR wanted to flinch, that smile meant a great deal of many things but none of them were good.
Abeebah made her way backstage and was immediately intercepted by Edge who pulled her into a dark corner and away from the hustle and bustle of just off stage.

“Hey what’s going on”? Annoyed at the blonde’s accusatory tone she stared him done. “Sable was attacked and the big man decided to put me in a tag match with your lord”. The Canadian flinched at the cool note in his ‘former pupil’s’ voice. He scratched his head sheepishly as finally realized what he had done wrong, “sorry”. Abeebah made an affirming noise in the back of her throat. “So, I guess this is it then”.

Uncomfortable now she cast her gaze off to the side where she caught glimpses of other wrestlers getting ready for their’ matches. “Yeah, well it’s been real Edge”. Edge smiled awkwardly at her, “well, good luck and I guess I’ll see you around”. He stepped away from Abeebah, “tell the others I said hi”. Glancing up the eldest Johns could see the sadness in clear as day in the elder wrestler’s eyes. It wasn’t too much to ask, “I’ll do that”. He nodded and walked away, his head bowed slightly. Sighing Abeebah went on her own way back to her and her siblings’ locker room. She wanted to avoid an ambush from Chyna and DX.

Throughout the rest of the show Abeebah remained in their’ dressing room waiting for another curtain call. Her brothers and sister stayed with her knowing they needed to conserve energy for the match and the cheating that was bound to take place. It came sooner than expected as an hour and half into the show another assistant came to retrieve her. Abeebah shot Delia and Evan a look before she left Brandon following her. They nodded silently in understanding and the two elder siblings headed to the curtain.

Once they were there the assistant sent a questioning look toward Brandon. Smiling easily he spoke softly, “I’m valet for Morte tonight, I’m Guerra”. Curtly the petite female nodded and scuttled off to inform the ring announcer. Brandon slowly inhaled through his nose before letting it out with a thunderous sigh. “Ready”? He glanced over at his sister’s covered visage. Abeebah’s eyes were still seething even after all the time she had to calm down but she still managed to be considerate to him. “As ready as I’m gonna be”. He knew she was smirking under her mask but she said nothing. And for the second time that night her new theme music played on the titantron as she walked out Brandon at her side.

“THIS SCHEDULED MIXED TAG TEAM MATCH IS FOR ONE FALL, ENTERING FIRST TO THE RING BEING ACCOMPANIED BY GUERRA FROM PHILADELPHIA MORTE”. Abeebah heard Brandon gasp before the sound was swallowed up by screaming fans. She didn’t even bother fighting the urge to smirk at the look on his face. Brandon’s green gaze was wide and his jaw slightly slack. It took him a moment to compose himself but when he did he smiled a mile wide and occasionally waved to the crowd. And for the first time Abeebah took notice of her brother’s ring attire.

Brandon was dressed simply in a billowy short sleeved shirt and blue pants. She wasn’t surprised to see his feet bare save for black bandages similar to her own wrapped around his feet. Her brother always favored dexterity over his raw strength and wrapped his hands in the same type of bandages instead of wearing padded gloves. Under the blue light Brandon’s light skin seemed to take on an eerie glow as the loose material of his ring attire swayed with his movements. He looked the part of ancient warrior in his attire and Abeebah silently admired him as they made their’ way to the ring.

“Well here comes the rooky JR and it looks like she brought a friend”. “Probably one of the other three new talents Mr. McMahon was talking about earlier tonight King, but ya gotta wonder if he’s just there for support or is an equalizer against DX”. They stopped together at the foot of the ramp, Brandon looking at the red ropes like steel bars locking him out. For in a sense that was what they were, once Abeebah entered them she would battle it out with her opponent and he could not and would interfere. This was his sister’s fight. He stood absolutely still as his elder sibling rolled under the bottom rope, up to her feet inside the ring and facing away from him.

Brandon sighed and moved to stand behind the corner Abeebah a chosen and looked toward the ramp waiting for the Undertaker’s entrance. The referee stood off to the side waiting for the combatants as well. They didn’t have to wait long as the tolling of a bell sounding from the titantron and the lights turned purple. He came out of the back with fog floating in his wake and his eyes locking with his partner even through the haze. “AND HER PARTNER, WEIGHING IN AT THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS FROM DEATH VALLEY THE UNDERTAKER”.

If Brandon thought the cheers he and Abeebah received were loud than the reception the deadman received was mind blowing. Yet Undertaker paid them no mind as he slowly made his way toward the ring. Brandon stood frozen, wondering what hell he was thinking when he had insulted this mammoth of a man earlier. “And here comes the Phenom and you got to wonder will the Undertaker be able to coexist with this virtual unknown especially up against DX”. “JR since when has the Undertaker been able to coexist with anybody? Morte needs to just sit back relax and stay out of his way”. Morte heard the comment and ignored it.

As JR once again told King to shut up and rebuffed the former wrestler thoroughly. Undertaker walked up the steel steps leading to the ring, spreading his robe out so as not to trip on it. Abeebah breathed in deeply, trying vainly to hold on to the composure she had managed to retain during the day. However looking into the eyes of the Undertaker only served as a reminder that she had a connection to him, a connection she did not want yet did not know how to break.

Undertaker stopped at the top of the steps and rolling his eyes in the back of his head raised his hands. He two was struggling with his own confusion and anger but there was a match to win and Undertaker was not going to jeopardize that. The lights went back to normal and Undertaker’s music faded away. He entered the ring and immediately got up close and personal with Abeebah. Jerry and everyone else looked on in shock, “Hey what’s he doing, is the Undertaker going attack his partner”? “I hope not King”.

Outside the ring Guerra stiffened but made no move to enter, ‘this is her fight, she can handle herself’, he fervently hoped what he told himself was true in this situation. Meanwhile inside the ring Abeebah stared up into Undertaker’s compelling gaze with barely leashed intensity of her own. The tension in the air grew thick but neither of them backed down till finally Undertaker turned his back to Abeebah and took off his robe revealing his all black ring attire.

Under her mask Morte snorted getting his message loud and clear, ‘I’ll ignore if you do’. Shrugging she cast an exasperated look toward her brother who knew what the Phenom had done by turning his back to a possible threat as well. “Phew that was close one JR”, “I agree King you could have cut the tension with a knife”. Then DX made their entrance and both Johns siblings were amazed at the sheer obnoxiousness of these three individuals.

“Undertaker”? The auburn haired colossus grunted not taking his eyes off of the three delinquents as energetically chopped at their’ crotches. “Any chance the sound crew would spare three microphones so I could shove them down those bozos throats, I’m sure everyone would thank us”?

Dark humor filtered through their’ link informing her that he was vastly tempted by the idea, “no”. “Damn”, Abeebah sulked under her mask. Her brother, JR, and King agreed. Her brother silently, JR and King vocally. From across the ring Chyna glared at Abeebah and was even more infuriated at being ignored. Triple H was more concerned with the Phenom whom was boring holes in his head with the sheer weight of his stare. He looked to where Shawn stood outside the ring only to see the Heart Break Kid had problems of his own. Guerra was staring at the short blond with a very eerie smile on his face.

‘Did that kid just growl’, Incredulous the cerebral assassin swung his gaze back to the Undertaker. This evil he at least had some idea what to expect. “Hey Chyna why don’t you go first”? Chyna glanced over her employer and sometimes friend. She knew an order when she heard one yet this was one of the few times she didn’t mind. When Chyna nodded Triple H stepped out on to the apron and watched Undertaker do the same. Seeing this Morte moved forward to grapple with the taller woman as the referee signaled for the bell to ring.

Chyna easily pushed her back and smiled viciously as the youngster already gave under her brute strength. And then yelped when she was pulled down and ceremoniously launched up and over Morte via boots firmly planted in her gut. She didn’t even have time to blink before Morte was on her feet and kicking her head. Chyna tried to catch one of Morte’s feet only to cry out when she was kicked in the nose for her trouble. Undertaker watched on silently impressed by the way his tag partner handled herself.

She didn’t give DX’s bodyguard a chance to recover once she was down and targeted on an easily damageable area. The referee made Morte back off and Undertaker was surprised when he didn’t feel Morte get annoyed with the little man instead she backed off and waited for Chyna to rise. The former strong woman did so but she wobbled precariously as she held a hand to her nose. Chyna glared with watery eyes at Morte who was being blocked by the referee. Undertaker raised an eyebrow when he felt waves of disappointment come off of Abeebah like a spring mist.

Then he chuckled when he saw her eyes trained on the obviously sore nose of Chyna. She was disappointed because she didn’t break it. He glanced toward Guerra who wasn’t watching the match and instead had his eyes trained Shawn Michaels with a look that Undertaker could only ever remember seeing on Psycho Sid. And the usually charismatic HBK was surprisingly visibly intimidated by the look, drawing his attention away from the match where Triple H was yelling out encouragement to Chyna.

At hearing JR yell, “Oh my God”, Undertaker whipped his gaze back to inside the ring just in time to see Chyna tackle Morte to the mat and proceeded to punch away. Abeebah blocked as best she could with the little room she had and barely held back a hiss of pain when Chyna pulled her hair. A few more strikes to her throat and Abeebah finally saw an opening when Chyna stopped to gloat, “not so tough now huh roo-”, “Ungh”. Morte solidly punched her in the nose again forcing Chyna to roll off of her.

Morte’s eyes were seething as she rose to her feet. ‘What was this bitch’s problem’? Chyna stared back at her not daring to wipe her now bleeding nose. She needed a breather so Chyna made a B line to her partner not even allowing him a chance to protest as she tagged him in. Morte turned to tag in Undertaker only to be grabbed from behind by Triple H. “What do- what the hell does Triple H think he’s doing”, JR sounded livid on her behalf. Wrapping her arms firmly around the game’s throat Morte Judo flipped him over her shoulder and didn’t let go.

Instead Morte turned it into a sleeper hold to which had Triple H powering out of it just moments later. Morte stumbled away from him, ducking under hits as she went. The crowd was chanting for her to tag in Undertaker. However Triple H was keeping her moving and well enough away from the dead man’s corner. Undertaker paced the apron staring in silent fury at the way the so called tough guy tried to take out the rookie. Considering the height and weight difference Morte was doing well and getting shots in whenever the opportunity arose.

However Undertaker knew she couldn’t keep this up. How could the referee allow this, this was a mixed tag match.
Abeebah breathed in deep through her nose she was in a worse way and needed to tag and do so soon. She was getting tired and the combined festering rage of Undertaker and herself wasn’t helping. Almost automatically a plan formed in her mind and Abeebah winced. It was desperate, it was stupid, ‘it could work’. Abeebah deliberately slowed down as Triple H came at her with a punch to the gut. Air forced its way out of her lungs with an explosive gasp but Abeebah compelled her knees not to fall out from under her.

Triple H smirked, he wouldn’t have to face the deadman after all. “SMACK”, open palms collided with his ears simultaneously with a head butt from hell dropping him like a rock. Morte wasted little time and all but ran across the ring, tagged in an eager Undertaker. Triple H didn’t know what hit him. The Phenom came at him with a clothesline, turning the game inside out with the force of the blow. He wasn’t even down for two seconds before he was up and being whipped into a corner followed by furious blows raining down upon him.

Knocked silly Triple H collapsed and Undertaker rewarded him with a boot to the face. However the near seven footer was forced back by the referee. He growled ominously at the man making him scuttle away in fear and Undertaker pulled Triple H back up by the throat. Chyna who had been busy nursing a bloody nose finally took notice of her employer’s predicament and attempted to get in the ring only to lose equilibrium and get hung up on the second rope. Abeebah watched all this from her place on the apron and shook with suppressed laughter when she caught sight of her brother discreetly handling HBK outside the ring via a sneak attack from behind when he tried to help out his running buddy.

And she decided that seeing the bastard Triple H getting chokeslamed was worth her sore ribs. Undertaker went for the pin and easily picked up the three count. The crowd was cheering, she had finally noticed and some were even chanting her ring name. They had won and as Undertaker’s theme music pounded throughout the arena Abeebah suddenly couldn’t see herself doing anything else with her life. This job wasn’t just another means to an end, it meant so much more and glancing between her brother, Undertaker, and the carnage laid before them she realized only time would tell exactly what.
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