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Show Time!
Abandoned Warehouse

Six heads poked out from the dressing room door to take a peek outside. There are a lot more women today compared to yesterday. The numbers seemed to have been tripled or quadrupled or times ten? The ladies have Clan shirts on. Those spotted were, the Clan MacD@MN, MacWench, Bootlickers, MacParody, MacFrus, MacSPAM, MacWoW, Clan DotD, the whole Methos Harem was there, and they seem to be getting along with the Merry Wives of Methos.

Richie
There's my chief wench right there.

Richie pointed at a blond gal wearing red with the name RichieLover printed at the back and holding a roll of duct tape

Fitz
I see there's a lot of women wearing red out there.

Richie
I heard they were called the "Red Army."

Duncan
Oh look!
(points at leather clad women)
Those must be the bootlickers. Didn't know you had that much followers Kronos.

Kronos
I am the End of Time.
(grins smugly)

Connor
The Who?

Duncan
The what, Connor?

Connor
Over there! See the sign, it says ..

Fitz
The Who. Ahh, they showed up for me!

Duncan
And who are they exactly?

Fitz
Why, my fans of course. Didn't you heard of MY famous band during the '60s?

Methos
A year I happily forgot about.

Methos went back in the room and leaned against a wall. The others stayed put for a few more minutes then went in, too.

Connor
Am I the only one nervous?

Methos
You're the only one without a fan club but you're not the only one nervous.

Connor
I've got Guin. I don't need more women pawing at me.

Fitz
You say that as if it's a bad thing.

Richie
The time, anybody has it?

No one made a move to look at their watches that were on the dressing table.

Kronos
We'll know when it's time.

BG
It's TIME!

Kronos
See? She can somehow smell our fear.

Methos
I think I'm having second thoughts.

WHAT?!! .. everybody exclaimed in unison.

BG
You can't be!

Kronos
Chicken!

BG
You guyz line up, I'll be out in a minute.

Duncan
Sure!

As soon as all five were out of sight ...

BG
Spill it. I know you're up to something.

Methos
Remember at Joes Bar when we were about to dance and Fitz came in?

BG
Yeess.

Methos
I said you owe me a dance.

BG
Aha.

Methos
I'm not taking No for an answer.

BG
If I said yes, you'd go out there?

Methos nodded

BG
Why is it that I feel like I'm in a lose-lose situation?

Methos
Yes or No?

BG
Get out there and knock them dead!

Methos
I'll be expecting some of those moves you learned from Tony.

BG
I already said yes, will you just GO!

Methos grinned and sauntered out of the room.

Methos
Okay guyz, I'm ready.

BG passed by the six and walked right onto the stage. A chorus of loud applauses greeted her just like yesterday. The crowd settled down when BG spoke.

BG
You CAME, you'll see them strip and I guarantee you'll Drool!

The audience leapt to its feet. BG scanned the crowd, stopping momentarily at five faces and winking at them. Five women stood up and went backstage. "HERE THEY ARE!" BG yelled out in a sing song voice.

BG
Methos! ... Connor MacLeod! ... Richie Ryan! ... Duncan MacLeod! ... Hugh Fitzcairn! ... and The End of Time!!!

Thunderous claps, high-pitched whistles, stomping feet and all the noise a hundred plus people can make bounced off the walls of the warehouse. BG met Joes eyes and signaled a green light.

The first few notes of, "You can Leave your Hat on," circled the Six Immortals. BG crept out of view. Lean hips started swaying to the rhythm, left then right. Methos, Richie and Fitz sashayed their way in front leaving Connor, Duncan and Kronos behind and in between each of them. The beat began slow, their muscular shoulders rippled from beneath their thin, tight blue polo shirts, when they shook them. The bold, husky voice of Tom Jones pierced the air.

Baby, take off your coat, real slow.

Their hands were on their ties, weaving it out of their collars. In an instant flick of the wrist, they were thrown into the crowd.

Baby, take off your shoes. I'll help you take off your shoes.

Shoes were kicked off then three Immortals in front went down on their knees and slid a little closer off the stage.

Baby, take off your dress. Yes, yes, yes.

Methos' long fingers paused at each button on his shirt, in sync with the others.

You can leave your hat on.
You can leave your hat on.
You can leave your hat on.

Each unbuttoned ones gave a glimpse of his chest. Dark curly hair were peeking out of Duncans, Connor and Richie.

Go over there, turn on the light. No, all the lights.

When their fingers reached the last button, the women in the crowd were staring dreamily at a triangle of bare chests. Then in one swift motion, altogether they ripped their shirts off and slammed them on the floor.

Come back here, stand on the chair. Ooh, baby, that's right!
Raise your arms in the air, now shake 'em.

Methos, Richie and Fitz stood up and backed away while Connor, Duncan and Kronos stepped forward and thrust their pelvis, UH!

You give me reason to live.
You give me reason to live.
You give me reason to live.

Sweat glistened on their exposed hard chest, there were beads dripping off their faces, from their chin, it travelled down to their neck, trickling over each nipple then sliding down, lower, much much lower ... until they disappeared on the waistband of their pants, possibly continuing their journey to a nest of the same curls found on their chests.

You can leave your hat on!

Connor, Duncan and Kronos turned around, their bulging muscled backs towards the audience. Then they bended over halfway, taut buttocks outlining the fabric of their pants. Methos, Richie and Fitz's hands were laid palm down on their thighs, and after a quick pelvis thrust from them, all six pulled off their pants in snap!

You can leave your hat on.

Shiny, look-at-me, metallic blue thongs cradled the most sensitive part of their well toned physique. Connor, Duncan and Kronos turned their chests halfway to face the crowd then winked. As they sauntered to fill the gap in between Methos, Richie and Fitz ... the women were yelling out, "TAKE IT OFF!"

You can leave your hat on.

All six were now in a line facing the audience, hips swaying and their fingers where teasingly lowering the waistband of their thongs. Curls crept their way out from behind the thongs as they slid the band lower and lower then they stopped.

You can leave your hat on.

Their hands went up and took off their police hat and covered the pressing bulge below their pelvis. With their left hand securely holding their hat, their right hand reached behind the cover and snapped off the thongs. With mischievous smiles pasted on their faces, they twirled the thongs around and threw it onto the crowd again.

With hips swaying left to rignt then back and forth, they turned around and mooned the women. With their backs turned, they simultaneously withdrew their hats and lifted them up in the air. Then they started to move around to face the crowd.

You can leave your hat on

But before they were all fully turned, the lights in the warehouse went out. Though after a second or two, they were back on and in front of the butt naked strippers were six ladies. BG in front of Methos, Guin in front of Connor, Delaina for Richie, Gemma in front of Duncan, MacKinney for Fitz and Godiva for Kronos.

The last bars of the song faded then the first verse of the song, "Princes of the Universe," exploded!

Here we are, born to be kings!

The volume went down and after a deep breath, the women stepped aside to reveal the long *throbbing to the rhythm* shaft of each Immortal.

The volume was then turned up and as the lights dimmed, the rest of the song filled the warehouse.

Finis
Well, not exactly unless you don't care much for Revelations =)

Thank you to all those who gave me lots of WARM blue fuzzies and those who encouraged me to write MORE!

Special thanks to Godiva, for without her I woudn't have disciplined myself to finish this fanfic (hey Blackmail really works! =)