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Dance, dance, do the Sabu-dance!
This gif never fails to make me laugh.
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A quick ficlet I wrote for wrestleficathon's October theme of Trick and Treat.
Title: Halloween Havoc.
Author: Lalaith86 (Sila)
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing.
Pairing: RVD/Sabu.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Category: Slash (implied) and Romance (implied.)
Summary: An ECW reunion brings back memories.
“I can’t believe I let you drag me into this,” Sabu complained as the car pulled up into the driveway of a garishly decorated house, which vaguely resembled a - albeit failed -rendition of a Monster’s Ball match. Barbwire dangled over the front door, something the two had expected, and orange paint had been splashed randomly over bricks and wood. Rob could even see two fold-up chairs situated near the front, obscured by a large scarecrow dressed to resemble one of the hosts. Raven had never looked so thin.
“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun,” Rob mumbled, though he wasn’t too sure himself. It looked just like the thing they should have avoided, if only because Raven’s kind of crazy didn’t mix well with theirs. Rob parked the car to the side of the house, neatly fitting between two already there. They were early, something Sabu wouldn’t appreciate, but Rob had decided not to take chances. If they left early then that gave him longer to convince Sabu to stay.
“This is ridiculous.” Sabu’s voice trembled with slight awe as they stared at the fake blood - they sure hoped it was fake - that had been haphazardly thrown against the walls of the house. Had they not known better, they would have thought someone had been brutally murdered there. No wonder the street had been dead quiet.
Rob didn’t bother disagreeing, the evidence was clear, and instead locked the car. He pushed the keys deep into his pocket, smiling lightly when he caught Sabu’s eyes following the gesture.
“Already thinking of running off?”
“Yes,” came the resolute answer and Rob just rolled his eyes. Neither man spoke as they stopped in front of a sickeningly green door that seemed coated in a strange paint. The bastards truly had gone all out.
Knocking on the door gingerly - and checking his hand afterwards - Rob couldn’t blame Sabu for scowling angrily. If there ever was a reason not to go in, then it was the death and destruction on this doorstep. Rob was just too stubborn to give in.
“Trick or treat!” came the rumbling call from the other side of the door. Rob blinked and Sabu’s scowl deepened, but neither spoke. They weren’t sure how to.
“Come on guys, trick or treat!” Sandman called, clearly very drunk even though it was twelve in the afternoon.
“Treat,” Rob answered, feeling awkward just standing there like a bunch of teenagers. He sure wasn’t going to allow Sandman and Raven, two complete and utter morons, to decide on a trick for him. Sabu still hadn’t said a word, though, and remained quiet as the door swung open.
Raven looked remarkably relaxed while being leaned on by a laughing Hak. The blond man chortled merrily as three pair of eyes eyed him, almost as if their interest was a right riot. Who knew what strange events played in the crazy man’s head.
“Come on, Sabu, trick or treat?” More laughter, but Sabu was not amused.
“I am not some kid, now get out of the way.”
“That’s not how it goes, Sabu. You’re supposed to choose either trick or- oomph!”
Both Raven and Sandman were pushed aside with vigor, angry mutters not quite loud enough to be audible but obvious nonetheless. Rob flinched at a swear he most definitely recognized, then followed his partner into the house. There was going to be a lot of groaning and moaning about this one. Leaving the fearsome duo with a newly arriving Tommy Dreamer and wife, he stepped into the living-room.
The moment he saw Taz sitting - with arms crossed, as befitting the angry midget he was - on the only couch in the room that hadn’t been wrecked, there were two with dubious stains he wasn’t going to get near, he knew things were going to go all wrong. Sabu’s face was full of anger as his hand closed around Rob’s wrist a bit too tightly and he was pulled into the other room. The bedroom, he noticed but didn’t really want to.
“What the fuck is he doing here?!”
“It’s an ECW reunion, Sabu, of course he’s going to be here,” Rob answered feebly, pulling at Sabu’s hand with a pained grimace.
“Then why the fuck did you drag me along?”
“Because it’s an ECW reunion.” Rob gave a sharp cry as nails dug into his skin, but luckily Sabu finally let go. “Besides, they asked me to. Other people will be here soon, why are you making such a fuss?”
“Because having Sandman and Raven host a party on fucking Halloween is a worse joke than Bobby fucking Lashley as ECW champion,” Sabu snarled, brow furrowed as he paced back and forward. Rob felt tired just looking at him.
“It’s a get-together for ECW alumni. I thought you’d like it. You like these people, remember?”he said, soothingly. All he got was glaring.
Sabu grunted. “Kelly Kelly could be considered an ECW alumni these days, so that isn’t saying much.”
“Oh, shut up.” Rob rolled his eyes. He’d known this was how it was going to be, probably all night too, but he’d hoped for something different. Something more like the days of the past, days he’d enjoyed and cherished. Days on which Sabu looked at him with something other than anger and envy. Annoyance, he could go with that, or even confusion, but not the deep rooted pain that caused emotions to build and escalate.
He knew that the turning of the tables had devastated their relationship, regardless if Rob held on with all his might and refused to let go. Going from mentor to the one having to follow was something Sabu didn’t suffer well. It was one of the reasons why Rob had gladly handed in his release form. Soon he’d be gone and they could go back to normal; Rob forever idolizing and Sabu no longer feeling retched because he couldn’t live up to it.
Listening to the high-pitched chatter of Francine and Beulah, drifting in from the hallway, Rob could for one second imagine he was that young kid again, walking smelly hallways and doing so with pride. Being part of ECW had meant something then. Not only had he impressed himself, done what he thought he’d never do, but occasionally he’d also catch a glint of admiration in the eyes of one he’d forever looked up to.
“What’s with you?” Sabu asked irritably, startling Rob out of his daydreams.
He blinked. “What?”
“You’ve got that vacant expression again. You haven’t been holding out on me, have you, because I could have used a toke before coming over here.”
Rob smiled. “Nah, just thinking.”
“Well, don’t do it too often. If you clamp up then they might start talking to me, and heaven help me if I have to listen one more time to Francine and her account of the many nights Shane called her a skank.”
A tawny ponytail bounced as Rob laughed and shook his head. He followed quietly after Sabu brushed past him, and said nothing as he counted his blessings that neither of them had given up yet. He feared the day they would.
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Picspam:
Rhino: "What do you mean, feuding with Kip James, playing second fiddle to Taylor Wilde, and doing half a dozen run-ins isn't very impressive? Christian? What about him?"
I'm still totally convinced Cole has a mancrush on Batista. One Taz is seething over.
Cole: *starestarestarestare*
Batista: *smile*
Cole: *omgblush*
I gotz nothin'
Jericho: "What do you mean, RVD does it better?"
I'm not sure whether to find this utterly adorable or utterly disturbing. Let's just say I hope the crazy doesn't rub off on the kid. (Mostly it's just adorable, though. XD)
Dance, dance, do the Sabu-dance!
This gif never fails to make me laugh.
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A quick ficlet I wrote for wrestleficathon's October theme of Trick and Treat.
Title: Halloween Havoc.
Author: Lalaith86 (Sila)
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing.
Pairing: RVD/Sabu.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Category: Slash (implied) and Romance (implied.)
Summary: An ECW reunion brings back memories.
“I can’t believe I let you drag me into this,” Sabu complained as the car pulled up into the driveway of a garishly decorated house, which vaguely resembled a - albeit failed -rendition of a Monster’s Ball match. Barbwire dangled over the front door, something the two had expected, and orange paint had been splashed randomly over bricks and wood. Rob could even see two fold-up chairs situated near the front, obscured by a large scarecrow dressed to resemble one of the hosts. Raven had never looked so thin.
“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun,” Rob mumbled, though he wasn’t too sure himself. It looked just like the thing they should have avoided, if only because Raven’s kind of crazy didn’t mix well with theirs. Rob parked the car to the side of the house, neatly fitting between two already there. They were early, something Sabu wouldn’t appreciate, but Rob had decided not to take chances. If they left early then that gave him longer to convince Sabu to stay.
“This is ridiculous.” Sabu’s voice trembled with slight awe as they stared at the fake blood - they sure hoped it was fake - that had been haphazardly thrown against the walls of the house. Had they not known better, they would have thought someone had been brutally murdered there. No wonder the street had been dead quiet.
Rob didn’t bother disagreeing, the evidence was clear, and instead locked the car. He pushed the keys deep into his pocket, smiling lightly when he caught Sabu’s eyes following the gesture.
“Already thinking of running off?”
“Yes,” came the resolute answer and Rob just rolled his eyes. Neither man spoke as they stopped in front of a sickeningly green door that seemed coated in a strange paint. The bastards truly had gone all out.
Knocking on the door gingerly - and checking his hand afterwards - Rob couldn’t blame Sabu for scowling angrily. If there ever was a reason not to go in, then it was the death and destruction on this doorstep. Rob was just too stubborn to give in.
“Trick or treat!” came the rumbling call from the other side of the door. Rob blinked and Sabu’s scowl deepened, but neither spoke. They weren’t sure how to.
“Come on guys, trick or treat!” Sandman called, clearly very drunk even though it was twelve in the afternoon.
“Treat,” Rob answered, feeling awkward just standing there like a bunch of teenagers. He sure wasn’t going to allow Sandman and Raven, two complete and utter morons, to decide on a trick for him. Sabu still hadn’t said a word, though, and remained quiet as the door swung open.
Raven looked remarkably relaxed while being leaned on by a laughing Hak. The blond man chortled merrily as three pair of eyes eyed him, almost as if their interest was a right riot. Who knew what strange events played in the crazy man’s head.
“Come on, Sabu, trick or treat?” More laughter, but Sabu was not amused.
“I am not some kid, now get out of the way.”
“That’s not how it goes, Sabu. You’re supposed to choose either trick or- oomph!”
Both Raven and Sandman were pushed aside with vigor, angry mutters not quite loud enough to be audible but obvious nonetheless. Rob flinched at a swear he most definitely recognized, then followed his partner into the house. There was going to be a lot of groaning and moaning about this one. Leaving the fearsome duo with a newly arriving Tommy Dreamer and wife, he stepped into the living-room.
The moment he saw Taz sitting - with arms crossed, as befitting the angry midget he was - on the only couch in the room that hadn’t been wrecked, there were two with dubious stains he wasn’t going to get near, he knew things were going to go all wrong. Sabu’s face was full of anger as his hand closed around Rob’s wrist a bit too tightly and he was pulled into the other room. The bedroom, he noticed but didn’t really want to.
“What the fuck is he doing here?!”
“It’s an ECW reunion, Sabu, of course he’s going to be here,” Rob answered feebly, pulling at Sabu’s hand with a pained grimace.
“Then why the fuck did you drag me along?”
“Because it’s an ECW reunion.” Rob gave a sharp cry as nails dug into his skin, but luckily Sabu finally let go. “Besides, they asked me to. Other people will be here soon, why are you making such a fuss?”
“Because having Sandman and Raven host a party on fucking Halloween is a worse joke than Bobby fucking Lashley as ECW champion,” Sabu snarled, brow furrowed as he paced back and forward. Rob felt tired just looking at him.
“It’s a get-together for ECW alumni. I thought you’d like it. You like these people, remember?”he said, soothingly. All he got was glaring.
Sabu grunted. “Kelly Kelly could be considered an ECW alumni these days, so that isn’t saying much.”
“Oh, shut up.” Rob rolled his eyes. He’d known this was how it was going to be, probably all night too, but he’d hoped for something different. Something more like the days of the past, days he’d enjoyed and cherished. Days on which Sabu looked at him with something other than anger and envy. Annoyance, he could go with that, or even confusion, but not the deep rooted pain that caused emotions to build and escalate.
He knew that the turning of the tables had devastated their relationship, regardless if Rob held on with all his might and refused to let go. Going from mentor to the one having to follow was something Sabu didn’t suffer well. It was one of the reasons why Rob had gladly handed in his release form. Soon he’d be gone and they could go back to normal; Rob forever idolizing and Sabu no longer feeling retched because he couldn’t live up to it.
Listening to the high-pitched chatter of Francine and Beulah, drifting in from the hallway, Rob could for one second imagine he was that young kid again, walking smelly hallways and doing so with pride. Being part of ECW had meant something then. Not only had he impressed himself, done what he thought he’d never do, but occasionally he’d also catch a glint of admiration in the eyes of one he’d forever looked up to.
“What’s with you?” Sabu asked irritably, startling Rob out of his daydreams.
He blinked. “What?”
“You’ve got that vacant expression again. You haven’t been holding out on me, have you, because I could have used a toke before coming over here.”
Rob smiled. “Nah, just thinking.”
“Well, don’t do it too often. If you clamp up then they might start talking to me, and heaven help me if I have to listen one more time to Francine and her account of the many nights Shane called her a skank.”
A tawny ponytail bounced as Rob laughed and shook his head. He followed quietly after Sabu brushed past him, and said nothing as he counted his blessings that neither of them had given up yet. He feared the day they would.
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Picspam:
Rhino: "What do you mean, feuding with Kip James, playing second fiddle to Taylor Wilde, and doing half a dozen run-ins isn't very impressive? Christian? What about him?"
I'm still totally convinced Cole has a mancrush on Batista. One Taz is seething over.
Cole: *starestarestarestare*
Batista: *smile*
Cole: *omgblush*
I gotz nothin'
Jericho: "What do you mean, RVD does it better?"
I'm not sure whether to find this utterly adorable or utterly disturbing. Let's just say I hope the crazy doesn't rub off on the kid. (Mostly it's just adorable, though. XD)