Title: A Special Night
Featuring: Shawn Michaels, the Undertaker, Triple H, Kane, Vince McMahon, Eric Bischoff...and many others!
Disclaimer: Adult themes, slash, femslash, non-slash...and other stuff, haha. Rated M, for sure.
Summary: It's the 1000th episode of Monday Night RAW, and all of the Superstars are celebrating! Of course, in the WWE, when someone has a party, they have a PARTY. Anything can happen tonight...
"Happy one-thousandth RAW!"
That was the cheer of the night as several bottles of expensive wine were opened, and many glasses poured and passed around. Huge quantities of food were being devoured, and everywhere you turned, you could catch a glimpse of a wide smile, or a few ringing notes of joyous laughter.
It was a good night, tonight.
The main room—thankfully large, and located in a hotel far from the arena and rabid fans—was packed full with Superstars, Divas, and everyone who had anything to do with the WWE in the last 20 years that could be there.
At the front of the room, holding his glass high, using a sturdy chair as an improvised podium, Vince McMahon surveyed his Kingdom, as he liked to think of it.
'I did this,' he thought with a wide, proud smile. 'I took what my father started, and made it into an international sensation...and all of these people here are with me.' His eyes fell on a few faces in particular. 'Some of them have been with me more than their own families...'
An uncharacteristic tear began to form in his eye, but Mr. McMahon wiped it away as quickly as it appeared. He lifted his glass even higher, raising his voice over the din, and the laughing, and the loud, happy talking in the room.
"I want to thank every single one of you magnificent bastards for everything!" he called out, receiving a rowdy cheer in response. "Now, let's get this party started! I rented out the whole hotel, and tonight, you're free to do whatever the hell you want." He paused, eyes going over the gang of hooligans that was Degeneration X.
"Well, almost anything," he added with a growl, climbing carefully off his pedestal. "Don't kill anyone, and leave me the hell alone tonight!"
There was a smattering of laughing in the room, concentrated among the DX army, Vince noted with a scowl.
"Those brats will be the death of me," he sighed to himself, emptying his glass in one, monumental sip.
Still, the night was going well so far, with the music of a good quality, and the drinks of an even better caliber. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, with many of the current wrestlers talking with the older ones, getting tips, while the veterans caught up with one another, and talked about the good old days.
Slowly, people began to disperse; some in pairs, some in large groups, and some alone. Many were headed off to bed, due to the lateness of the hour, and the exhaustion brought about by the excitement of the day.
Vince had determined to stay as long as he could—chatting here and there, intimidating the younger Superstars, and such. However, when the clock struck 1:00am, he quietly slipped out of the room, leaving his empty glass abandoned on a table, a furtive smile on his lips.
"Alright guys, the Boss is gone," Road Dogg reported, hands mimicking binoculars at his eyes. "Let's get out of here and raise some hell!" Billy Gunn high-fived his friend, the two of them putting their arms around each others shoulders.
Shawn nodded, looking at Hunter and X-Pac. "Yeah, let's go. I've got a nice room for us on the top floor. It's really nice, and big, and we can all stay there together, and joke around and eat until the morning. Plus...the other guys can climb in the window easily, when the time comes. Room 215, I think..." He reached into the pocket of his camo pants and pulled out a key.
"Yup, room 215," he confirmed, tossing it to Pac. "You three can go on ahead; Hunter and I have to take care of something before we meet you guys up there."
Billy Gunn raised an eyebrow, lips curling in a mischievous smile. Dogg snickered.
"Take care of something?" Billy asked, pretending to be stunned. "Whatever could you mean by that?!"
"Oh, that's what they call it now?" X-Pac laughed. "Glad you two haven't changed at all..."
Triple H turned to Shawn. "Yeah, man, what do you mean? Are we gonna do it somewhere secret tonight, or something, because I really need to get some food in my stomach first-"
A rare blush crossed Shawn's handsome features as he shook his head. "No, no, we're not going to do that. At least, not yet...We have to find someone before we can settle in for the night..."
It may have been the look in Shawn's blue eyes, or the strange emphasis he put on the word "night," but Hunter suddenly understood what the smaller was saying, and nodded in agreement.
"You're right...We have to find him..." The Game turned to the other three, some of his best friends in the world. "We'll see you guys up there...Be good, and don't bully Kid, okay?"
X-Pac scoffed. "Bully me?" he asked incredulously.
Shawn laughed, and gave him a pat on the head. "Well, you are even smaller than me..."
The members of DX shared a laugh at the old joke, just happy to be together again, even if it was only for a little while.
No matter how little, or how much time they had together, they were going to make every second worth it.
Looks like it's going to be an interesting night...