WWE Fan Fiction ❯ Angel of the Devil ❯ Re-introduction to the Past ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Angel of the Devil
Chapter 2: Reintroduction to the Past
 
“Scott… Scott! Scotty wake up!” A familiar southern drawl drifts Raven's ears, his eyes fluttering open as a putrid odor sneaks into his nostrils. With a jolt he shoots up, ignoring the sudden blood rush and grogginess in his head. His eyes slowly adjust to the bright lights of the room, never getting to see the concerned expression of the man next to him. His unconscious slowly kicks up, and while his hazel eyes begin to un-blur he focuses all his attention upon the figure of Zbysko that he believes stands in front to him. Instantly his arms lash out, digits locked in curves like claws, his throat releasing sound and tongue tapping letters, “ZBYSKO!” in a far more pronounced and loud volume than he may have intended.
 
“Chill man,” the sweet southern accent met his ears again, greeting him as though they were loves, he left not even 5 minutes ago… Are you o-“
 
“He's gone?!” Raven bellowed loudly, finally turning to look at the soft features belonging to the North Carolinian boy next to him. His features still contained a golden sincerity to them, truly concerned in every aspect, even his beautiful deep green eyes. Jeff's lips began to part again, promising an answer, but Raven's arms shot out faster than the young man's tongue could move, clutching the young mans shirt forcefully and pulling him by the collar till their faces almost met.
 
Despite the sudden outburst, and cold hard features of the man holding him, not to mention the wild enraged eyes, his expression was still moderately worried. Raven found himself rather put off by his unchanging demeanor, finding it hard to be mad at someone who doesn't even look surprised when you grab them viciously.
 
Raven managed himself well however, not changing his focus on the subject at hand, “How long have I been out for? Where did that bastard go!? Why the fuck didn't anyone help me!? And PLEASE tell me, what… the fuck… is going ON!?”
 
The screaming did nothing to dampen Jeff's expression or his temperament; it was as though he didn't care what Raven did to him as long as he was ok.
 
“Whoa, whoa. Scotty calm down. Jeff isn't a rag doll, shaking him won't get your answers any faster.”
 
Raven recognized that southern accent very well. Slowly he began to calm down, between the familiar voice's command, and the soft caring features he tried with much failure, to be rid of on Jeff's face. His hand released Jeff's shirt, feeling the fabric slip cleanly away from his fingertips, and from that point turned his attention strictly to A.J. who stood next to another familiar individual; Rhino. A.J.'s face was alight with amusement, a small vile flipping in front of his face that his hand continuously threw up to the heavens and caught blind but masterfully on its descent to earth.
 
A few seconds of silence passed, feeling to the men like a decade as Raven took to inspecting his surroundings. He discovered to his own surprise that they were in the male locker rooms. Or rather, A.J.'s locker room to be precise.
 
“Is this…” Raven began, but was cut off by A.J.
 
“My locker room.”
 
“I saw you getting dragged off…” Jeff responded softly, he sat on a bench just next to Raven and was watching him intently. His accent seemed to ride a bit thicker off his tongue with his own tentativeness as he continued, “ So I came to A.J. and Rhino and asked if they would help me smuggle you back into the building.”
 
“Unfortunately,” chimed Rhino, “When A.J. got to diverting securities attention, and we got to the back, you were unconscious on the ground and sopping wet.” A small smile spread across his lips. “Which explains your lack of clothing.”
 
Raven had hardly noticed anything was missing until he finally looked down, spotting a dark blue blanket pooling around his legs; the only clothing behind his black boxer shorts, which also happened to be soaked.
 
“Where are my clothes?” Raven inquired, looking about on the floor for any traces of his shirt and torn shorts.
 
“Cassidy took them off to dry.” Rhino suddenly caught his breath, and A.J.'s amused look became instantly stern gazing upon him. Rhino looked at him apologetically, remembering he wasn't supposed to say a word about that.
 
“Cassidy…” Raven's voice rose sinister and low, filling the room with its bitterness. “I was… unaware he was here tonight.”
 
“Did I mention you almost killed Jeff when he went outside to look for you?”
 
“Don't change the subject Terry!” Raven shouted, spite drowning in his voice making Rhino and A.J. flinch with its intensity. Jeff still sat there remorseful.
 
“He tripped over you and-“ Rhino continued, determined to change the subject.
 
“TERRY!!” Raven screeched, flaring his arm out in dramatic fury.
 
“Cassidy was afraid to help you and end up failing, causing the both of you to get suspended.” Once again, that soft calming accent dared to make itself known from Jeff's supple and shy lips, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room.
 
His words only seemed to make Raven more insane, now breaking into fits of mock laughter. “Suspended? I'm practically suspended already! Three weeks. THREE!! I'm close to the point of killing someone.” He emphasized his point clearly, clenching his fists in blind rage, bringing them threateningly close to his own hair as though to rip it out.
 
“Well I can assure you that you won't need to do that,” replied A.J.,” because during the 6 minutes you were knocked out, we came up with a pl-“ The sudden appearance of a technician broke Georgia native's sentence. The man himself, too busy pestering Rhino to notice Raven sitting half naked on a bench nearby.
 
“Rhino, you need to head to the ring now.?
 
Sabu's music blared throughout the building then, Rhino nodding aggressively “Alright” to the man who used it as a cue to exit.
 
“I'm heading out now, you two take care of Raven, and Jeff… I'll be seeing you in the ring real soon.” Rhino nodded once more to the group prior to his words, and left with an unseen wink to A.J.
 
“Alright, so I think we've answered all your questions up to this point,” A.J. announced, knowing full well that some information was going unsaid.
 
Raven was calm now, less frantic since the techy's arrival, and now busying himself with bringing the blanket up onto his shoulders to wrap himself up in. “All except for what the fuck is going on around here.”
 
A.J. sighed heavily. “We don't know that one. I sure as hell wish I did, especially since Team 3-d's supposed demise. I would really like to get them together for the plan Jeff, Rhino, and I had.”
 
“There really isn't anything I'm afraid of…” Jeff retorted, “but this plan we were thinking of could very well be a career killer for you A.J. I mean… Raven and I have both already been fired from WWE, you haven't had to worry abo-“
 
“Jeff Hardy, you need to run your ass to the ring before you miss your segment!” The technician had returned, cutting off Jeff mid sentence and ushering him resolutely out of the locker room. Just as resilient to get a last word in, Jeff called over his shoulder “Talk later! Watch Rave' till segment over!”
 
A.J. waved Jeff away, chuckling to himself. “Not a problem,” he called after him, shaking his head afterwards. The door slowly squeaked close as the shadows of the two figures diminished from the window space. Silence then fell upon the two individuals, the only sounds greeting their ears being that of their own breathing, and the slight shuffling of A.J.'s shoes against the ground as he leant against he wall. He needed to make some small effort to make himself comfortable.
 
“So what was all that talk about some kind of plan?” Raven's inquiry brought A.J. out of his thoughts, and to the present. His expression slid to slightly shocked, unaware that the question had been burning a hole in the other's tongue.
 
“Just an uprising of some kind,” he responded rather casually and with no real interest.
 
“You? Planning a revolt?” Raven just about laughed aloud at the thought. “Jeff was right, you should be worried.”
 
A.J. opened his mouth in defense, but was cut off.
 
“Don't even… just… just don't. You don't know what the hell you'd be getting into. You should listen to your North Carolinian love, and just stay the hell out of it.”
 
“He's not my lover,” A.J. answered matter-of-factly.
 
Raven's hazel hues met A.J.'s pretty blue ones, staring them straight and stern, his voice brought forth practically as a primal growl, “You expect me to believe that?”
 
A.J.'s eyes narrowed with the insinuation. His body pushed from the wall, his usual soft southern accent keen with anger, and much louder now because of it. “Why not believe me Levy?! Is it because of OUR past?! Is it too much for you to believe that there may be some other men around here with more MORALS than you?! Do you think that I'm some kind of cheap whore, or slutty fag who's always shady and looking for a good piece of ass to take home every night!?” A.J.'s face flushed red with the adrenaline, his anger taking him to such highs he'd never thought he'd ever encounter again with this man, his hands were fisted and shaking, the color draining from his knuckles. The veins in his neck and arms became more pronounced, and his voice fell more husky while he tried to subdue himself.
 
“If that's the way you see me…” he announced, stepping back to the door as his watch cued his moment to head to the ring with Shark boy, “… and I mean it, if that is the TRUE way you see me… then Fuck You. Fuck YOU Scott. I won't lower myself to your half assed nature or bring Zbysko justice that we all know he deserves in the name of your problems.”
 
He turned his back then, the door opening with precise response, whipping past his arm as he opened it. Without a look back A.J. broke out into a power walk into the hall, almost colliding with Jeff and Rhino on their way back from the ring. Jeff he noticed was carrying Raven's freshly dried clothes that he'd picked up from Cassidy on the way there.
 
“Hey are you-“ Rhino started up, reaching out to touch A.J.'s shoulder, but he was interrupted and shouldered past with a snappy “NO!”. Jeff and Rhino stared at the retreating backside, their heads slowly turning to look at one another with a suspicious curiosity.
 
When A.J. was fully out of site, Rhino was left wondering how that mood would affect his in ring capabilities for his match, but the thought seemed to dwindle as Jeff reached for the handle to the locker room only to have it suddenly swing open dangerously out of his reach. There revealed in the doorway stood Raven in his underwear, a single minded purpose guiding him to move out into the hall, not paying any attention to where he's going causing his and Jeff's chests to collide full impact. Raven, having the bigger mass was left with a slight footing change where as Jeff simply fell backwards, out of Rhino's arm reach, and onto the floor. The action sent clothes scattered about him, leaving the young Hardy rather goofy in appearance as he got up on his elbows and peered at Raven from beneath his shirt.
 
It was in the instant Jeff's eyes rose to meet Raven's, that he truly identified how small Raven thought of him, how ominous and powerful he looked standing there, framed like a god by the Locker room's lights behind him and the frame of the door itself, despite of course the underwear. “S-sorry Scotty-“
 
“Are those my clothes?” Raven pointed to the shirt on Jeff's head, and the ripped jeans on his chest.
 
Jeff nodded earnestly, and immediately they were in Raven's hands. He watched in awe as Raven dressed faster than he thought was humanly possible (after being helped to his feet by Rhino), putting on the pants with such ease and grace, and the shoes on next to that. The shirt he barely even saw him stick his arms through or put over his head. Without another word to either man, not even a word of thanks, Raven tore his way down the hall to the exit he had been thrown out of earlier in the night. The door protested the amount of force by which it was opened, and slammed behind him upon its close.
 
Jeff and Rhino were then left to ponder what transpired between A.J. and “The Raven” Scott Levy after they departed, and if this would a re-introduction to a very bad past.