Chapter 3

Ken paced nervously in the ring, unable to stop himself. He knew he was breaking character, but he was fairly certain there wouldn't be enough of him left after tonight to even make a person. Let alone act out a role. When he heard the bells toll, he halted mid-step and turned to face the stage, wishing he could read the look on Mark's face. When Mark was finally in the ring and had removed his hat, followed by the famous eye roll in the back of his head, Ken instantly wished he would have left it on. Those intense green eyes were promising all sorts of pain.

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"What're ya watchin'?" Glen drawled out, walking into the dressing room, just finishing up his match. He was second to the last for the night and smiled at his beautiful fiancée, loving everything about her. She was gorgeous, smart, a real southern girl, right from Nashville, Tennessee. He walked over to her, setting down on the couch, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Watching the massacre of one Mr. Anderson." She replied promptly, gray eyes glued to the monitor and leaned against him, feeling his warmth and strength.

"Oh." Was all Glen could say as he watched Mark practically dismantle the young rookie, groaning every time Ken took a massive hit or fall from Mark. "Damn, he ain't takin' it easy on the kid is he." It wasn't a question.

"Can you blame him?"

"No I can't baby." Glen replied, wanting to snap Ken's neck in half himself, but refrained for Kelli's sanity. Even though he knew she'd probably enjoy watching that happen. However, he knew Taylor would probably end up shooting him so that was out of the question.

"Damn! Ken's busted open!" She shouted with happiness, eyes glittering wickedly. One thing about Kelli was she had a VERY sadistic mind and that's one of the things Glen loved about her.

"He'll feel that in the mornin' guaranteed."

~!~

Ken groaned, knowing he was going to have one Hell of a concussion. "FUCK!" He cursed when he went flying into the steel cage head first, dazed and confused as he dangled from the ropes.

Mark was in his element with this. Inflicting pain and instantly took hold of Ken's neck and ground his face against the cage, gratified to hear Ken's grunts of pain. "Next…time…don't…fuck…with…her…" He snarled, finally letting up and watching Ken fall back onto his ass, bleeding profusely from his forehead. He considered going for the pin, but put it off, deciding Ken hadn't learned his lesson yet.

Ken was barely conscious when Mark FINALLY went for the pin, not even considering contemplating the idea of kicking out.

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"HE WON!" Kelli shrieked with joy, clapping her hands, loving how much Ken was bleeding at the moment in the middle of the ring. She hoped he never got up after that beating and snuggled further against her fiancé.

"Was there ever any doubt he wouldn't win?" Glen retorted swiftly with a smirk on his handsome features.

"None whatsoever." She sighed in contentment and giggled when Glen carted her off to the showers.

~!~

Mark stared down at Ken, smirking slightly before hocking a wad of spit on the man, letting him know exactly what people thought about him. He made his way backstage, catching the towel and bottle of water he was handed by a stage hand and downed the water instantly, wiping sweat from his brow. Now that THAT business was attended too…it was time to go pay a certain lady a visit.

Steve walked up to Mark, a smirk plastered on his lips, and clapped the big man on the back in appreciation. "My hats off to ya for a job well done out there, Deadman." He stated, holding out a beer to him. "Did ya call her?"

Mark snorted, snatching the beer out of Steve's hand and rolled his eyes, popping the top and taking a long swallow. "Oh yeah, I called her. That went REAL well, thanks cue ball." He shook his head. "She wasn't all that happy to be hearin' from me."

She's heartbroken, man. What did ya honestly expect after tellin' her the man she was supposed to wed was gettin' his ass handed to him tonight by you?" Steve retorted with a shrug of his shoulders, not really bothered by that fact. Just seeing Ken in a pool of his own blood in the middle of the ring was enough for him and he silently hoped Taylor had watched it too.

"Yer the one who told me to call and warn her, ya fuckin' prick!" Mark spat, not amused. He had to grin though, imagining the way Ken had lie broken, battered and bloody in the ring. "Good match though, wasn't it?"

"I called my house and had Melody record it." Steve informed with a smirk, causing Mark to chuckle along with him as they finished off their celebratory beers. "Whatta ya say we go out and have a few more beers? Glen and Kelli are comin' and I think the terror twins are too." The terror twins were known as John and Randy.

"I can do that. Tomorrow mornin' though, I'm gone. I'm gonna go see Taylor and try to get her out of her funk. I know she's in pain right now, but she can't be shuttin' herself off from the world, especially when she has so many people who care about her." Mark said, looking forward to winding down after that.

"You're goin' to see Tay?" Steve asked incredulously, raking a hand over his bald head, and cleared his throat loudly. "Why the Hell…" He shook his head, already knowing the answer to that half question he was about to throw at his best friend. "Yer right. She is in pain and she needs someone right now. Ya have my blessin' and I'm sure everyone will agree with me tonight when we go fer drinks."

"Yes Stevie boy, I'm goin' to go see Tay." Mark chuckled, smirking at the look on his friend's face. "Come on, you can roll yer eyes and gawk later. Let's drink…" He patted Steve's arm and went to stage, chuckling in amusement when he seen Kenny boy being carted backstage on a stretcher. Already knowing that little son of a bitch was in for a world of pain when he finally woke up.

Steve smirked as he nodded, leading the way down the hallway, and snorted right on Ken as he was wheeled on the side of them. He couldn't help himself and actually began pouring beer all over the unconscious man, chuckling darkly as Kelli and Glen walked up. "Ya'll ready to get bombed and celebrate?" He asked joyfully.

"Yeah, I just wish Taylor was with us…" Kelli replied softly, smiling a little when Glen's arms wrapped around her body, and leaned back against his strong chest. "Great match tonight, Mark."

"Hey yeah, nice job, man." Glen chimed in, agreeing with his fiancée, and silently wondered how Taylor was holding up.

"I thought you were going to KILL him Deadboy, not just knock him out." John teased, walking up with Randy, both ready to go party. "Hey, you can't go out in your tights."

"First off, call me BOY again and I'm gonna kick yer damn teeth down yer throat." Mark threatened with a growl. "Second, murder is a prison term. Third, I can go anywhere I want, dress however I want. Problem with that?"

"I think you just pissed him off." Randy whispered in John's ear, smirking when the man looked like he was about to piss himself.

"I think he just did." Steve stated the obvious, shaking his head at the look on John's face, and started laughing from low in the back of his throat. It sounded like a low rumble.

"Would ya'll knock it off? God, I feel like I'm standing in front of a bunch of children." Kelli muttered, smirking when Glen's grip tightened around her waist, and giggled as he growled in her ear.

"There ain't just kids here, darlin'." Glen reminded her swiftly, his voice sounding like the slow rumble of thunder.

"Shit darlin', you know you love me. I'm yer entertainment." Mark teased, laughing when she scrunched up her face. "Lemme change, I don't want dumb-" He gestured to John. "And dumber-" He then gestured to Randy. "Checkin' me out in my black tights all night."

John looked disgusted as Mark stepped inside his dressing room. "Man that is so wrong…" He muttered, shaking his head. His eyes widened when Mark's pants came flying out the door and whacked him in the face.

"Hell junior, I'll even sign'em for ya."

Kelli was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she was leaning against Glen for support. She couldn't believe Mark just did that! "Hell John, why don't ya sniff'em and have him sign the crotch too?" She rasped out suggestively, causing Glen and Steve to bellow out with laughter while Randy's face turned BEAT red, trying hard not to laugh since John was his best friend.

"Fuck off! That's sick!" John tossed them at Steve, smirking himself when Steve's blue eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. "You keep them! You're his 'best' friend." He ducked behind Randy when Steve lunged.

Mark shook his head, now leaning in the doorway, dressed and ready to go. "Christ, ya'll ain't got to fight over them. I got another pair, Christ…"

"BOY, if ya don't stop yer prankin', I'm gonna stun yer ass so hard, you'll see fuckin' STARS." Steve snarled, throwing the pants back at Mark's feet and shook his head as he shot a glare back at John, who was still hiding behind Randy.

"Chickenshit." Glen muttered, loud enough for every single person to hear, and smirked when John's face turned beat red again.

"What? You know he's tellin' the truth." Kelli piped in sweetly, her gray eyes gleaming wickedly, and turned around to press a soft kiss to her fiancé's lips. "Now I know why I love you so much."

"Christ, get a room you two!" Randy groaned, not enjoying seeing the woman he considered a sister making out in front of him with Glen.

Mark waited patiently, enjoying the stare down he was engaged in with Steve, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You gonna do somethin'?" He taunted. "Don't just stare at me, man. I'm no damn dessert."

"Oh my god…This is like…gay, old man porn…" John groaned more, shaking his head. "Randy, why do we hang out with these old people? Kelli excluded of course."

"Gay old porn?" Steve echoed, arching an eyebrow in both Mark and Glen's direction, and started hitting his fist in his hand. "Is THAT right, junior homos?"

"I ain't gay. I swing one way and that's direction at this woman right here in front of me." Glen growled, angered that the terror twins were dragging him into this, and looked down at her pleadingly. "Can I?"

Sighing exasperatedly, Kelli nodded as she gestured at both of them. "Just don't kill them." She ordered promptly. "I don't need to have my wedding in a cell in prison, Jacobs."

"Junior homos?" John frowned. "Listen here Stone Cold Queer Austin…"

"Nice one." Randy muttered, backing up alongside his best friend.

"Damn decisions, decisions…" Mark drawled, in lightening speed having John pinned against the wall while Steve had gotten a hold of Randy. "To kill you now or wait till AFTER the drinks…"

"As long as you don't rape us…" John stated, causing Randy to start snickering, even though he was about to get his skull bashed in. That was funny.

Smirking back at his best friend, Steve looked over at Glen, who was itching to get at both of them and nodded. "How bout we just let Glen fuck ya up until ya have yer dicks shoved up one another's asses?" He asked, tone suggestive and chuckled when Kelli groaned, not appreciating that particular image she got in her head.

"It would be my pleasure." Glen growled out, eyes flashing dangerously and winked back at his fiancée, letting her know silently he wasn't going to prison.

John yelped, not liking the sound of that one bit. "How bout no?" He suggested back.

"We'll buy drinks!" Randy chimed in, desperate to not experience that. "All night, drinks on us!" He promised, looking at John, who was nodding.

"Hmmm…" Mark drawled, stroking his chin, and finally looked at Kelli. "Yer call, darlin'."

"Well…they DID say my fiancé was gay…even though I know for a FACT he's NOT…" Kelli drawled teasingly, tapping her chin in thought, and smirked wickedly when Glen shot her a pleading look. "Hmmm decisions, decisions…"

"Well make one up before I end up pounding both their damn heads in!" Steve growled, groaning when Glen clocked him in the back of the head, and glared at the man. "I wasn't growling at her, ya freak!"

Glen smirked at that nickname and nodded, "Yes I am."

"Drinks, dinner, whatever! Just tell them to put us down!" John pleaded panicky.

"Hell…why don't we just let them loose…" Mark said slowly, not missing the sighs of relief both men gave. "I'm thinkin', we should get a three on two handicap match set up…"

"DUDE, NO!" Randy shouted as he shook his head vigorously.

"I have the perfect idea." Kelli finally said after a few seconds of silence, smirking at the man. "Sit tight. Be right back." She then zoomed down the hallway and toward the costume area, knowing John and Randy were going to despise her for this. Serves them right for saying her fiancé was gay!

"Wonder what she has planned…" Steve murmured thoughtfully.

Randy caught the look John shot him and nodded. The next second, the terror twins had done what no man should do to another man. They kicked Steve and Glen in the nuts. "OH CHRIST!" Mark groaned, his eyes crossing in sympathy.

"RUN!" John shrieked, darting off down the hallway, Randy hot on his heels.

"YA CAN RUN, PRICKS, BUT YA CAN'T HIDE!" Steve bellowed down the hallway, groaning as he dropped to one knee. Being kicked in the balls was something he DEFINITELY didn't expect from the terror twins.

"Those bastard's asses are GRASS when I get a hold of them!" Glen growled low from the back of his throat, holding his jewels just as Kelli ran up, holding two Diva dresses that she was going to force the terror twins to parade around in.

"Okay…what the Hell did I miss?"

"John and Randy did the one thing a man can't do to another man…" Mark said, sounding very grave. "They knocked Steve and Glen's nuts up to their throats."

"Oh Christ…they just signed their damn death warrants." Kelli groaned, raking a hand through her copper colored hair, and shook her head as she walked over to her fiancé. "I guess no fun tonight, baby."

"THEY'RE FUCKING DEAD!" Glen snarled, leaning against her for support, his arm draping around her shoulders, and waved at Mark and Steve as he headed down the hallway with Kelli. Heading back to the hotel for some much needed ice and comfort.

"So much fer drinkin'." Mark sighed, shaking his head, still not believing John and Randy had just done that. He helped Steve into an upright position. "Man, can you walk? Cause I ain't carryin' yer ass."

"Yeah, just take it slow. Those fuckers are gettin' stunned to their damned graves!" He growled, hobbling down the hallway of the arena, deciding drinks were definitely out of the question. "Looks like ya can make that trip sooner than ya wanted, man. I don't think anyone's up fer drinkin' now." He sounded saddened, looking forward to drinking Mark under the table. He was the only real competition around for that kind of thing nowadays.

Mark patted Steve's back sympathetically. "I'd over to drink with ya tonight, man, but yer in pain and it wouldn't be fair. I'd win way too easily." He joked, smirking when Steve just snorted. "You goin' to be alright? Want to get the trainer to check on the boys or somethin'?"

"Man, go fuck yerself and go see her." Steve ordered gruffly, walking away from Mark, and headed back to the hotel. He would get some ice for his swollen boys, wishing his girlfriend Melody was there at the moment to help soothe the pain.

Mark snorted, shaking his head, glad it wasn't him who'd been knocked into a new joint. He wasted no time in leaving the arena, making a quick pit stop to grab his things, and check out of the hotel before hitting the road. Wondering if Taylor would even answer the door when he arrived.