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In the Glimpse of an Eyebeat	By : Ashura77 Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1585 -:- 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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Title: In the glimpse of an Eyebeat
By: Ashura77

Chapters: More than 1 lol, but I have no idea were this will lead, so let’s find out

Beta-reader: Dark, merci beaucoup ;-)

Disclaimer: Noooooo, I don't own them, I wouldn’t give anybody the rights on me either so you’re save guys, wouldn't want to anyways, I like my preys out in the wild lol, they belong to themself (at least I hope so) and Vince keeps his rights, whatever they are on them too, wouldn't want to mess with that one anyways… And no, I don’t think any of them are gay and if they are, whatever rocks your boat, I just make them play with each other because I’m a sick and perverted person… This is solely a work of fiction

Rating and Warnings: everything up to M, not yet but I will certainly not try to leave them sleeping alone, the fic will lead to a slash-pairing, you don’t like that? Well I don’t give a rat’s ass about that, sorry, flaming will not help so, yadadadadaddadadadada SuCk It

A/N: My first fanfic in English and a first for slashing real guys, I’m so so so ashamed but it’s their fault, those looks, those lips, those bodies… Hope it doesn’t turn out to bore everyone and please please please REVIEW

I do not own any of the guys nor the WWE (wouldn’t that be a blast), this is pure fiction, never happened and I’m not making any profit of this story

Chapter 1

Jeff still could remember what had lead to his brilliant idea of the ladder match, there had to be a way or another to get the Undertaker beaten and laying pretty tired and sweaty on the floor, his mouth opened before his brains could follow…

“Taker… Hey Taker”

The called one fidgeted on his bike, hoping he was dreaming, that it was a mistake, he was definetely making a mistake, that punk in the ring…

“Taker, you’ve beat my ass time and time again”

He had enough and got up from his bike, his belt in his hand and turning to Jeff, waiting for what he was going to say next…

“You’ve just beat my ass right now…”

Exactly, now why did he have to continue now, all he wanted was a shower and a beer, some calm, but apparently that moment wasn’t there yet…

“…but we’re not done… we’re not done at all”

Mark just gazed at the form that was still on the ring floor, he had lost his mind, probably one or the other beating had been too much, and now he lost it completely, how else could he be that foolish. Jeff’s words washed over him and entered his mind he tried hard not to go to the ring to break his neck for good measure, jeez, this wasn’t going to be easy, that boy really had some nerves. He shook his head in disbelief, the punk wanted another shot at his belt, no way…

“But not just a regular match Taker, hey, not a regular match… My way to beat you, my match to beat you… a ladder-match…”

Mark just looked at him, what, a what? The little prick wanted what? No way, he really wanted to challenge him, jeez, maybe just for honoring the balls he had to have for even thinking of such a foolish thing he should accept… Still not really believing he was actually accepting, the Undertaker aknowledged his request, his thoughts buzzling as they had never been…

He won, Mark had never thought the outcome of their match to be any different, but turning he saw that Jeff was getting up, with the help of the ropes, but nevertheless the punk was getting up… His promise popped back into his mind, he had told him that he wouldn’t be walking out of their encounter, and he couldn’t go behind his words now could he, even if every beating he gave the kid was hurting him, he had to break him so he would finally understand, you don’t mess with the Undertaker, point, subject not open for discussion…

Jeff on the other hand wasn’t seing the match as over, he still was burning, alive, and ready to show the older man that he had it to beat him, his respect, he would give everything to just see a glimpse of respect in the eyes of the Undertaker, he couldn’t just stop this now, he had to proof him that he was back, back for good and that the title finally belonged to him… Hanging in the ropes, he willed his last strength and managed to stay halfway up, only to enrage the Taker, who watching from the side of the ring what Jeff was doing, had enough and got back into the ring…

He approched Jeff who was kind of hanging in the ropes and got him to the center of the ring, lifted him and crashed him down… Et voilà, the punk wouldn’t get up after this, he was a little sad that it had had to come to this but since Hardy had insisted, he just had gotten his wish fulfilled, destroyed by the Undertaker…

Mark got back to his bike, put his belt around his neck and drove off, that pitch feeling in his heart nearly crushing him, jeez he was going mellow now…

“Hey”

Noooo, never, he must have not heard right…

“Hey Taker”

He stopped, actually he had heard right, there was nothing else left there to do now, the little punk wasn’t giving up was he, he couldn’t believe it, ok he prooved to be tougher than he at first believed, but this was in no way how things were supposed to be… No, why did he have to insist now…

“You haven’t broken me Taker”

Again, no, really, he started to get foolisher and foolisher… Leaving his bike he got back, his mind settled on breaking more than just his bones now, if he was stupid enough to continue to want to play, good, he would give him the lesson of his lifetime…

He saw him come back, good, now he could show him what he really was made of, even when standing without the ropes would proove to be difficult, bordering impossible, he would survive this, he had to, a once in a lifetime opportunity to show the one you want to impress the most what you’re made of…

And then their eyes crossed, Mark couldn’t believe it, that look, how not to get all warm and fuzzy and want to hug the punk, he patted his hair, then made a decision he wouldn’t comprehend for a long time, he lifted Jeff’s arm in aknowledgement of his… his strenght, will, stubborness, his instinct to survive…
Jeff couldn’t believe it, not that he was able of getting much what was going on, a slap on his chest, aah yes, the Taker had gotten back and then that look, those fierce green orbs that pierced right through him, into his soul… He couldn’t but lose himself in the eyes of the one who had his life practically in his hands… And then that hand which patted his hair, Jeff just stared at him, not believing what was happening, and the second the Undertaker let go of his arm he fell to the floor in a rather brutal way, but all his muscles just had stopped working, as if with his little yet enormous gesture the Undertaker had taken away his will to stay up, there was no reason anymore, he had gotten what he had been seeking all along…

He shook his head, jeez, that look, those eyes, no man had ever managed to stirr up so many mixed emotions at once in him, and he felt like carrying him out, how could he leave him laying in the middle of the ring, bruised, battered but far from broken… Jeez, he couldn’t even feel like he was the winner of this match, how could he when Jeff had given him living proof that he was just as tough and resilient than the Deadman himself.

Walking from the ring he couldn’t help but turn again and take a good measure of the guy who just brought his world kinda collapsing down, and then it became clear to him, the punk just had won his respect, and that made him stirr, aargh, life wasn’t easy, he who had shielded himself from ever developping friendly feelings for anyone was having some butterflies in his stomach when he thought of the man winding himself on the ring floor.

“He’ll be walking out of that damn ring, you’re aware of that… I thought you’d said you’d splatter the ring floor with his brains”

The voice of Hunter got to him when he arrived backstage, and looking at the Game and his walking shadow HBK he smirked…

“What can I say, it was his lucky day it seems”

“Right, he got to you didn’t he Deadman, those puppy eyes, I saw it”, Hunter was grinning and Shawn was trying to imitate, “and the big bad Deadman just melted, aah, I am so lucky to have lived to see that happen, don’t you Shawn”

The glare they got from Mark announced the end of their discussion was imminent and the Deadman entered his locker, heading straight for the shower, the best was to get the smell of the little punk off of him, then he would be able to start thinking about what really happened out there…

Meanwhile Jeff had gathered enough strength to roll himself out of the ring and to make it back, hurt, there was not a single spot in his body that was not aching but still somehow proud to his bones, he was under the impression that he had managed something rare and very precious, the respect of the one who didn’t respect a tenth of his coworkers. He leaned against the first wall he found and tried to get his breathing back working, his legs were trembling and he was actually for the first time wondering how long he would manage to stay on his legs…

It was that moment that Hunter chose to approach him and put his hand on his shoulder squeezing softly…

“You’re ok?”, and his voice was sincere, “You looked good out there, and you walked back, not bad, I have to admit that you impressed me, Shawn always said you were not that bad, I got some proof of that today”

Jeff managed to look up at the two and grin before slumbing more against the wall, making Shawn step forward and putting an arm around his waist…

“Let’s take him to his locker, we can help him shower and take him back to the hotel”

“You just want to peak at his butt under the shower Michaels, you’re a sick pervert”

“I’ve seen his butt Hunter, maybe you’re the one wanting the peeeeeak”

Kane passed them, not quite certain he was seeing right, it seemed the match was over and the punk was standing, his brother’s words started echoing trough his mind…

“Stop it guys, my butt is off limit, for both of you”

Jeff laughed, between the two jokeheads, it seemed the day was not so bad afterall, even if he had to admit he would have loved the feeling of the belt around his waist, but apparently he couldn’t get everything at once… For now it would be a shower and some rest, he really felt like needing just that. Hunter poked him in the side, grinning…

“What are you thinking about Hardy? A certain mean guy who just got you a beating?”

“Get me in my lockerroom and shut the fuck up Hunter, and no”

Opening the door, Shawn was rivaling with the grinning of any cheshire cat that ever existed…

“Oh right, sure as hell you don’t think of Mark, you just happen to get that look whenever he passes, that’s all, sure, no problem, I believe you”

Shawn shoved Jeff into the room…

“You’re good?”

“Yes, and thanks guys, I’m not sure I would have made it back here by myself”

Hunter peaked through the door…

“Anytime man, you’re sure you’ll manage alone?”

“Yes, and thanx”

Nothing had happened, at least the Undertaker tried to convince himself, but his brother arrived and made sure he would think about it a little longer…

“I don’t get you, you couldn’t wait to destroy him and yet I still saw him alive and pretty sound beeing walked back to his room by the DX no goods… Could you explain that to me please”

Kane got down on the toiletseat and waited for an answer, ignoring the growling his brother gave him…

“It’s complicated Glen, really, I couldn’t, man, he stood up to me ‘till the end, there was no way I could have broken him, that look”, that look would haunt him forever, “and I swear”, he peaked out of the shower a weird look on his face, “That little prick wasn’t really scarred, he just waited for my punishment, to get up after it again and again and to ask for more”, his head went back under the water and that did him some good, jeez, that Hardy-punk got him all worked up, and that was not for the little sting he felt in his rips…

“So if I get you right, he won, even if you won the match, he won the bout, you didn’t keep your word, I think that never happened before”

He finished his shower and got out, not bothering to cover himself up, glaring at Kane…

“What is your point”

And the look on his brother’s face didn’t really make it better…

“WHAT”

Getting up and passing his brother to get him at least a little privacy, he went for the bench and installed himself confortably…

“Ever wondered why you’re so obsessed with that little punk? Just asking out of curiosity, ‘cause the others may not have noticed and just taken it for the next little war on your agenda, but I know you, and I know your eyes”, he marked a little pause, to make sure to get his brothers complete attention before continuing, trying to keep his voice low, “the way you looked at him tonight, it showed affection and respect, and that’s nothing that a nice played match gets awoken dear bro, not with you, sooooo what is it?”

Drying his hair he was letting sink his brother’s words and let out a long sigh…

“I don’t know, I already told you, there was no reason to hurt him some more, he stood up to me and all I did was aknowledging his guts, that’s ALL there is to say”

“No, and you know it as well as I do Mark, for the sake of everyone and foremost yourself, you should try to decipher your… feelings for the punk before they become an issue”

Right, now he had said it but Kane wasn’t feeling all too good about beeing the one to have to help his brother open his eyes, he waved at his brother…

“You’ve been going mooooochie over the boy, for a week you’ve been just thinking of today, and now? Your little fight is over”

“To beat his ass, jeez you’re really getting on my nerves Glenn, stop it damn it”, he got dressed issueing some treats in Kane’s direction, “there’s no moochie and no feelings, he… he showed me tonight that maybe soon he would be ready to beat me, that’s all, and maybe I just feel proud for him that he managed to get this good, hell I don’t know and I sure as hell won’t continue this discussion, there’s nothing to be talked about, stop bothering me”

“For someone who just doesn’t care you make up too many excuses Mark”

While the Undertaker finished getting dressed, Jeff finally got up from the bench he had just laid on for a little moment, letting the match repass in his mind, what he could have made different, every little move went trough his analysis, but what came back all the time were Marks eyes, he couldn’t forget the look he had given him, like piercing him right to te core of his soul, and he started getting that warm feeling again, like butterflies in his stomach when he thought about the Deadman…

*Now I lose my mind*, Jeff shook his head to himself and got up, just to get down again. He would take a bath back at the hotel, too tired to take a shower. He managed to pack his stuff and got out, every muscle screaming in his body but he ignored it, leaving the room still dressed in his ringgear but not caring at all….
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