Disclaimer: None of these people are mine. I make no money. Plz don't sue.
Distribution: my site and the Fingertips archive only.
Rating: PG to a light R
Characters: Christopher Daniels, Chris Sabin, Johnny Devine, Petey Williams, Allison Danger, Steve Corino, CM Punk, Trish Stratus, Christian, Traci, Simon Diamond, AJ Styles, Dawn Marie, Scott D'Amore
Summary: My response to my own Fingertips challenge.
Notes: No theme here, except that they're all AU.
1. Light Years [Christopher Daniels, Chris Sabin]
Start log. Recording.
We've been on this ship for twenty-seven days now, aside from quick stops on hospitable planets to get food and water. When the disaster struck, I though I could handle it. We'd find somewhere, we'd find more people. Maybe not humans, because they're all dead, but people.
So far there's nothing. No planet with intelligent life. Just the occasional weird-looking deer.
It's starting to hit me, I think. There are no more people left. And there will never be any more people after Chris and I are dead.
The human race has been destroyed. Earth, a charred wasteland. And it all happened so fast that I've taken this long to digest it. My family's dead, my friends are dead. My girlfriend's dead. I'll never be inside of a woman again.
Of all the things to think! How can I possibly have my mind on sex at a time like this? But then again, I can't stop thinking about it. Chris is such a wreck, and I don't blame him, but sometimes he just... I don't know. He looks good. And I have needs. He has needs. But I know I shouldn't be thinking about that right now!
But ya know what's funny? Chris really is "the last man in the universe."
There goes a whole lot of rhetorical questions.
*
2. Desperate Measures [Johnny Devine, Petey Williams]
Johnny was a druggie.
There wasn't any point in prettying the thing up. He was a man addicted to drugs, and he liked drugs. A lot. He liked coke and H and pot and he was willing to steal from his own rent money to get them.
But he'd run out of money, even rent, and he knew his dealer wasn't going to give him an extension. And he really, really, really, wanted another fix. He went to meet Petey with all the intentions of using his charms. Deep down, though, Johnny knew it would probably be his mouth that would get him somewhere. He just didn't want to think about it. It was one thing to like getting high -- high was awesome. It was effortless pleasure, sensations that couldn't be obtained any other way.
He just wasn't sure he was ready to offer his body for it.
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3. His Favorite [Allison Danger, Steve Corino]
"You're the most beautiful girl in the world."
Allison smiled, turning away slightly, a humble motion. It had been a long time since the compliment made her blush; Steve has told her so many times that there were strange moments she almost believed it.
"You are, I mean it."
She turned and looked at him again, feeling like a delicate little girl and not the lethal assassin who'd earned the nickname "Danger" among those in their world. She wanted to tell him that he was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen, even though his eyes were tired and his forehead bore vicious scars. People would stare at him sometimes. More than one poor fool had been stupid enough to say something about Steve's scars in her presence.
"I love you, Allie."
Her Steven. He always knew what to say. Simple words, but always the right thing. He could talk his way through anything. Instead she just brushed a hand along his hairline, affectionate, as she looked at his scars. Each one only served to endear her to him more. Each one had been etched into his skin as his punishment for defending her.
*
4. The Daily Grind [CM Punk]
Once upon a time, he thought his profession was a noble one. Providing medicine to the sick, helping people get the pills they needed to ease their pain or cure their disease.
In an ideal world, that is exactly what it would have been. However, everyone knows that this is not an ideal world. It's a world filled with crooked doctors who prescribe medicine without thought and sleazy, drug-addicted customers who claim back pain just so they can get their paws on more vicodin.
"Hey!"
If only he'd had the foresight, he might have realized that this was not a noble profession.
"Hey! You have prescriptions to fill! Stop daydreaming!"
He turned and glared at his supervisor. One day, he would get his revenge on that glorified drug dealer.
He heard muttering as he began to fill the next prescription in line, his supervisor's unprofessional insult, always the same one.
"Punk, that's what I got workin' in my pharmacy. Nothin' but a damn punk."
He smiled to himself. Yes, one day, he'd fill a prescription just for his boss.
A special one that would truly cure the world of its ills.
*
5. Crushed [Trish Stratus, Christian - from the Cult!AU story "Cause & Effect"]
She brushes the hair away from her face as she takes one last look down at her fallen lover. He's still alive, though that won't last long. He's seconds away from death.
"Why'd ya have to go do this, baby?" She asks, sounding slightly choked up. "We were gonna conquer the world." Her voice is whisper soft, but remorseless.
"Trish," he says in a thin whisper, but that is all he says before his body falls still and he dies, eyes staring up forever.
Trish Stratus stands, taking a deep breath, giving her lover one last look before turning and leaving. Let the feds find him in this alley. Let them know that their game is over.
*
6. As The Rush Comes [Steve Corino, Simon Diamond - from "Quartet, Part IV: Hallelujah"]
"Simon, corner!" He whispered urgently, then crouched low, crossbow ready and aimed. He watched as Simon heeded his advice, rolling around the corner of the building for cover, also waiting with a crossbow.
The night was perfectly still for three solid seconds. Then, the trademark hiss of their prey sliced through the air.
The creature had smelled the blood Corino left for it. It was the best way to lure in one of these monsters. Take a razorblade, make a thin slice somewhere, wait until the scent is picked up. Fuckin' vamps loved to find someone already bleeding. He wasn't sure why, but if he had to guess, he'd say it was because they enjoyed the sight of a human being's suffering.
He saw the vampire, a female, lunge in a blur. They moved so fucking fast. Fortunately, after years of doing this, his reflexes were almost as fast. Simon had already let loose with the arrow, but as they'd planned, the shot missed. The bitch charged in Simon's direction when he revealed himself, but she paused in confusion when she saw no blood on his person.
This was his chance.
*
7. Bodies [Traci, Chris Sabin]
"You scared, honey?"
Sabin looked up at her and shook his head. "No."
It was hard to sound convincing, however. Traci was straddling his lap, holding him firmly against the back of the couch, pinned. The fact that he was physically stronger meant nothing.
He lacked the willpower to push her off and go anywhere else. It didn't help that her breasts were right in his face. They were so big and bouncy and nice and the last thing he wanted, on a hormonal level, was to push those away.
He wanted this. So badly. Traci was warm and soft and she smelled so good. Every inch of his body was screaming "yes!" at this.
But Chris Sabin, the man inside that body, knew that this was wrong. Wrong in the most deep and intense of ways. This wasn't about some playfully quaint sin of premarital sex or moving too quickly in the relationship.
No, this was something he'd been prepared years for. Mental and physical training, finding harmony between body and mind so he could resist this.
So he could resist her. He was so sure he could. He'd worked so hard to build up his willpower.
But here she was, and she was... more than he expected. He cursed fate for forcing him into a choice. It wasn't fair. Mortal men can't resist these things.
And yet he knew, if he didn't resist, what they might create together could destroy the world. Or at least bring it to an end.
Torn, Sabin lifted his gaze from her chest up to her eyes, "Do you love me, Traci?"
*
8. Right Behind You [Simon Diamond, AJ Styles]
Simon was always the quiet one. Quiet, loyal, steady. The one who stood behind and just to the left of the star. Today was a big day, an important meeting with an important possible business associate. Simon was dressed impeccably; his father had always stressed the importance of dressing with respect for your superiors. This was AJ's day and it wouldn't do if he didn't wear his finest Italian pinstripes. AJ deserved nothing less.
If all went well, the Styles family would own the entire city.
Maybe it was too good to be true.
Because Simon was no longer quiet. He was yelling, a frozen leg of lamb in his hand, pounding it mercilessly against the steel of the freezer door. His finest Italian pinstriped jacket was wrapped around AJ, who was quietly shivering.
"Simon," he said, defeat in his voice. "Stop. It's over."
Simon didn't want to believe it. Even though he never assumed he'd live a long, healthy life.
But he never imagined in a million years he'd be taken down by someone like Jeff Jarrett.
*
9. The First Lady [Dawn Marie, Simon Diamond]
Holding the Bible is her duty and her privilege. She smiles beatifically at her husband as Chief Justice Rhodes swears him into office. They made it, after long years together, they made it. Simon Diamond, youngest president in the history of the United States. They made history together.
But as she holds the Bible for her husband, she's not thinking about making history or changing the world.
She's thinking about the thing that's driven her to work so hard for this from the beginning.
And it has nothing to do with holding tea parties or pet causes. No, Dawn wants something else from the White House.
She wants to do it in every single room. When she expressed this wish to Simon, he laughed. And then he leaned over, whispered in her ear, and told her that the first night, it would be in the Lincoln bedroom.
The Lincoln bedroom. God. She almost drops the Bible at the thought of it.
*
10. The Next Superstar [Scott D'Amore, Petey Williams]
"YOU CAN DO IT!" The Coach barked loudly. "YOU'RE THE MAN!"
Petey soaked in the words, jumped up and down like there was too much energy inside of him for it to be contained.
Coach continued his pep talk, "The moment is at hand. Everything you've worked for, everything you've dreamed of, everything I've taught you comes into play now. You won't have long, thirty seconds, a minute maybe, BUT I KNOW YOU'RE READY, PETEY! YOU'RE THE BEST!"
"The BEST!" Petey repeated enthusiastically, the words of the Coach sinking in and taking strong root, just like they always did. No one could rev him up or inspire him or get him going like Scott D'Amore.
A girl came screaming from the room in front of them, excited and waving a yellow piece of paper. "I'M GOING TO HOLLYWOOD!!!"
Petey watched as her family embraced her, then looked at Coach again, suddenly feeling nervous.