𓆩♡𓆪 episode ten: Cherry Coke.
“what flowers?” Hunter asked, you both share a confused expression. funny enough, he looked more confused than you did. “y’know, those in my locker room… with the note and all that” you explain.
Hunter just stood there.
he was confused because he didn’t recall buying you flowers, and then he began getting a little upset because… wow. someone beat him to buying you flowers. well damn.
“‘wanna see those” he mumbled as you two began walking to your locker room. you couldn’t see it because you were focusing on trying to find out who got you the flowers, but Hunter? oh he was pissed.
some really got you flowers.
someone bought you, his girl who isn’t his girl flowers. he thought that the locker room would know by now, those dating rumours were going around for a fucking reason. these people should know that you were at least talking.
oh, he was livid.
the sight of the large flower bouquets didn’t make him feel any better, he noticed the smaller bouquets too.
“who the hell got these?” he asked, you look up at him, a frown had settled on his face. then you look down at his hands, they were clenched in tight fists and a lot of his veins were visible.
“I-… I don’t know” you began, “I thought it was you that’s why I asked”.
Hunter hums, “okay” he firmly says.
now you were just worried, you knew this look, you knew Hunter. he was about to fuck something up.
“where’s the note?” he asked, you immediately give it him and watch as he carefully reads it.
“backstage admirer?” he read out loud, “fucking hell” he laughed.
this is not good.
“do you know someone who would’ve gotten you flowers?” he asks.
now, if you were being honest, Steve and Owen would always tell you about how the boys backstage would always talk about how much they found you attractive and how they’d kill to be in Hunter’s place.
“I know… some” you say, Hunter looks at you, “Shawn said he knows who it is” you add. Hunter raises an eyebrow, “oh?”
you can almost see the cogwheels in his brain twist and turn, “alright then”.
this really, isn’t good.
2:44 pm, Lita’s locker room.
it was really hot outside. the only thing that was keeping you cool was the cold can of cherry coke that you were sipping on.
“are you actually okay?” Lita asked, you groan loudly. “bro, Hunter is pissed.”
Lita’s eyes widened as she side eyed you, “the flowers?” she asked, “the flowers” you nod. Lita loudly hums, “well shit” she mutters.
“I don’t want him doing stupid shit, that’s why I’m worried” you say. “I mean..” Lita trails off as she opens a can of red bull, “I don’t see him doing stupid shit, he’ll probably pull something… tactical, y’know”
she was right. Shawn’s backstage politicking habits have rubbed on Hunter heavily, he might convince Vince to derail someone’s push or even get them fired. you still couldn’t help but worry about him, or the person he’ll be taking his anger out on.
“Shawn has to be bluffing” Chyna says, she was laid out on the couch in front of you. “you know Shawn, he may know something, but probably just enough to make a joke out of it” she explained.
you hum, there has to be a way for you to get something out of Shawn. he has to be lying, there’s no way he’d do something that he knows will piss his friend off, something that’ll hurt him even! there’s a lie somewhere here…
“god” you groan.
“oh, by the way, I overheard Shawn and Sunny arguing the other day. Sunny kept mentioning your name” Lita said.
you and Chyna sit up and face each other before looking at Lita. “how are you gonna casually bring that up?” Chyna asked. Lita shrugs, “I just forgot to tell you. anyways, Sunny was complaining about how Shawn gives Y/n all of his attention, and how he doesn’t care about her anymore”
it wasn’t like you and Shawn were together all the time, you’ve been cool for the past past two weeks, apart from today that is.
“literally what?” you ask.
“yeah, and she said that he’ll have to pick between you and her” Lita adds.
lord god, this is ghetto. it wasn’t like she didn’t know that you and Shawn were barely even friends, Sunny also kept trying to start up shit with you for no reason. you had better things to do rather than fight someone for a man, a man that you didn’t want. yikes.
“ugh.” Chyna gags, “tell me about it” you snicker. Lita laughed, “I don’t know man, something about knowing that you literally have her gagged is so funny. you should rub it in her face for fun”
you frown, you didn’t like Shawn enough to even consider being that nice to him in front of someone, let alone Sunny. so, the idea of being extra nice to him to piss Sunny off was.. eh, well it was something. hm, maybe you do need to be nice to him.
“I’ll think about it.. later”
you had more than enough occupying your mind right now.
7:45 pm, cafeteria.
Hunter moved his can of cherry coke in circles. he was sitting at a table across from Shawn who was having the same beverage.
Hunter’s stare could burn holes through the tin can, he was genuinely livid. “you alright?” Shawn asked as he noticed that his friend had began squeezing the top of the can. “yep” Hunter sternly said, the can had little indents in it now.
the cafeteria was quite, but it was all too noisy for Hunter. he could hear the staff walking around setting up the arena for the show later, he was able to recognise Steve and Bret’s voices having a conversation down the hall.
he could hear Sunny’s annoying laugh too, the cafeteria itself was quite, but everything else - including Hunter’s mind - wasn’t.
he suddenly remembered what you said.
“Shawn said he knows who it is.”
does he?
“hey, uhm” Hunter began, he stopped for a second and contemplated whether he wanted to do this or not. Shawn was his friend after all.
“do you know what’s with the flowers in Y/n’s locker room?”
Shawn was playing around with his watch, he barely even heard Hunter at first before he looked at him. “nah, no idea”
“oh, swear?” Hunter’s jaw clenched as Shawn hummed, “because I asked Y/n, and she said that you told her that you knew who it was” Hunter added.
Shawn was still as nonchalant as ever, “‘was just teasin’ her” he smiled.
Hunter leaned back in his seat as he took a sip from his drink. one of you wasn’t telling the truth, and Hunter wasn’t about to question his angel. either Shawn’s lying, or there’s a part of the story that he doesn’t know.
he’d like to believe the latter.
Shawn knew where this conversation was going, he was just teasing you! like he always does! Shawn could basically smell the jealousy and anger that reeked from Hunter.
it was silent for a couple minutes, the tension between the two men just kept building up, waiting to be cut by something. even the air would rather be anywhere but here right now.
“honestly?” Hunter asked
“why would I lie to you?” Shawn finally looked at him.
9:35 pm, Raw <Live>
the crowd’s continuous boos were drowning The Undertaker, they didn’t care about what he wanted to say, they didn’t even want him out here. as much as everyone enjoyed the storyline you had going on, they were beginning to get a bit bored of the repetitiveness. they needed something exciting!
chants of “SAVE US Y/N!” began, and once those started no one was going to be able to stop them. there’s been a lot of iconic moments in your career, and the birth of the “Save us Y/n” is definitely up there. it’s both a blessing and curse, a blessing because it can spice up a segment when necessary. only when necessary.
it was also a curse because when it wasn’t necessary, the fans would begin the chant to distract themselves from whatever bullshit was going on in the ring. it had ruined so many segments that wouldn’t been good and messed with wrestlers who were green on the mic.
now, it was just pissing The Undertaker off.
“Y/N IS NOT SAVING YOU FROM SHIT!” he yelled into the microphone.
your music immediately hit and the fans went feral.
the chants went on for a bit as you and The Undertaker stood in the ring facing each other. “I have an offer to make” you began, and the crowd calmed down. “but before I make it, let me introduce my beloved guests”
Bret and Owen came out to Excellence of Execution and the crowd began chanting for the Hart Foundation. Bret was noticeably limping as he walked down the ramp as his ankle was injured.
you look up at The Undertaker as the brothers stand behind you. “Summer Slam is next week, and I think it’s about time we cut this shit and end it” you speak into the microphone. “so how about, Summer Slam, the main event, us three against your choosing from your team in a triple tag team match” you say and the crowd cheers, Taker looks away.
“you told me to prove myself, this is the only way I can face you, officially of course”.
The deadman looks into the crowd longingly, he doesn’t answer for a while, trying to decide whether or not he wants to this.
“hello?” Owen asks, “why should I take up your offer?” Taker asks, you frown at him. “why should you? why should you? you’re the one who started this because you couldn’t stop crying about how this business is built on respect, you’re the one who started this because I apparently aren’t worthy to hold my championship, you started this because you couldn’t stop whining like a little bitch.”
“watch your fucking mouth, Y/l/n”
Bret quickly gets between you and The Undertaker, “I’m standing here, telling you and everyone that I can show you my worth, and you’re running away from the opportunity. you’re a phony motherfucker, nothing but a sellout that hides behind the name of “respect””
“if this is what you’re offering, a waste of my time, you can keep it. I don’t have time for little girls like you” Taker says, he got out from between the ropes and the crowd heavily booed him as he made his way back up the ramp.
“you’re just scared!” you yell into the microphone, he continues walking. “you’re scared because you know I’m right! you’re scared because I’ve already earned your respect but you don’t want to admit it”
he didn’t stop.
“you’re scared because a woman can do your job better than you.”
The Undertaker stopped in his tracks and the crowd popped, yup. that’ll do it.
“what did you say to me?”
“you heard me.”
“listen here you little-”
“yes or no?” you ask
“excuse me?” he asks, “it’s either yes, I’ll take the offer and face you. or no, I’d rather admit that you’re better than me”
a “yes!” chant broke out and Owen began hyping up the crowd but jumping around the ring. The Undertaker stared at you intently, then he suddenly put his hands up, before dragging them down causing the lights to go out.
when the light came back on, Shawn Michaels and Luna Vachon were standing in the ring with you, and before anyone could say anything they began attacking you three.
“take that as a yes”