Chapter 4

She found the WCW women's locker room where Torrie and Stacy were conversing about their upcoming match at Invasion and didn't bother them, just walked over to sit in a nearby metal folding chair.

"Uh oh, someone pissed our Al off."

"Who?" As usual, Stacy was clueless and only worried about herself.

"You didn't hear? She's being forced to valet Diamond Dallas Page to the ring from now on."

Stacy's eyes widened, covering her open mouth with her hand. "Oh my god…" She did NOT envy the position Alice was in. "I'm so sorry, Al…"

Al was better than 'sugar', she supposed, as Alice heaved a sigh and waved them off dismissively. "It's okay, it'll be alright. I just…have to get through it and hopefully Shane will appoint me to someone else sooner or later…" Or maybe even put her back with Chuck and Sean.

Since Alice seem more intent on her own inner issues, Torrie and Stacy went back to chitchatting between themselves. Now they were gossiping about Page, about what they knew for a fact and the rumors they had heard. Nothing good. The man was… old, had bad knees, liked yoga, and was a total sleazebag nutcase.

"Okay, you remember before Kimberly left, right?"

"Ssshhh, that was different. They were married, things were-"

"Still doesn't make it right you know; she was his wife, he shouldn't have-"

"I know, but enough, you don't want to make Al feel worse do you? I'm sure Shane will make sure Dallas behaves. Right?"

"No, Shane is the one who assigned me to Page, AFTER I wouldn't help you seduce Mr. McMahon. I wasn't aware I had to touch the old geezer, but apparently it was part of my job that night." Alice enlightened, overhearing their conversation regarding Dallas and Kimberly's history. The things he did to that poor woman…she immediately pushed the rumors and facts she knew out of her mind.

"Really?" Torrie frowned, not knowing that bit of information and hugged her friend. "Al, there wasn't much you could do though…" Touching Vince hadn't been the greatest feeling in the world, but at least she'd done her job. "You were there as a distraction and you pulled it off. The old man wanted you more than me, it was obvious."

"I think that's why Shane is so upset with me." Alice murmured, her voice lowering a little and shook herself, knowing the past couldn't be changed. "I'll deal with this and pull through. In the meantime, you girls have a very big match coming up at Invasion against Trish Stratus and Lita. Did you see how small they are compared to you two?" They all laughed together, the tension lifted momentarily. "You're going to wipe the mat with them, I'm sure of it."

"Damn right we are!" Stacy crowed confidently with a grin. "I mean, who can compete with us? The only thing I wish they'd do is make it a 6-woman tag team bra and panties match so you can join us, Alice." She didn't mean that, but wanted to make the woman feel better about her situation.

"If only." Thank the stars she wasn't part of that degrading match, hating them with a passion. "But you two will do great."

"Of course, we will. We're WCW women, after all, and we always come out on top."

It was interesting, he thought, as he stared down the WCW corridor. How these idiots thought that, just because Shane McMahon was the one who owned their pathetic asses, they were going to make something of themselves in the WWE. This Invasion thing was stupid. All it would do would weed out those in what had been a stupid and poorly run organization, who might have a chance. Mark was already narrowing in on those who weren't in it for the long haul. He smirked openly, when some people finally realized he was there, beginning to laugh outright when a few of the boys began filling the narrow hall. Page would be among the first to go, he'd make sure of that himself.

"Yo Deadman, you make a wrong turn or something, bro?"

Hearing that voice, Alice opened the door to the locker room with Torrie and Stacy behind her, swallowing hard at the confrontation about to go down.

"Shut the door!" Torrie whispered frantically, eyes wide in fear.

"Shut up, Torrie!" Stacy hissed quietly, watching Diamond Dallas Page saunter toward the man known as the Undertaker and had to admit, the man had balls of steel.

"Looky here, boys! The Deadman wants to make friends with us, isn't that precious?" Dallas smirked, knowing he had a lot of backup right now and Undertaker wouldn't make a move unless he wanted to be jumped. Plenty time for that later tonight.

What the hell did Dallas think he was doing?!

Mark promptly hocked a long stream of chew spit -he was polite and didn't smoke in the arenas- at Page in response, smirking when Page began cursing as it just barely splattered on his stupid wrestling boots. His lips curved upwards into what some idiot might mistake for a smile, but there was nothing friendly about it. "Any of you wanna step up and shake, we can be friends." He drawled, extending his hand.

Page considered it, his eyes narrowing in on the chain wrapped around that hand.

When not a single man came forward, he snorted and withdrew his hand. "That's what I thought. Looks like Shane-O went out and bought himself a bunch of bitches."

"Nah man, you're the only bitch here and I'm gonna prove that…in due time." Dallas snarled, his eyes snapping to the side at the women standing in the doorway of their locker room, the redheaded vixen leading the charge. "Me AND my partner." He crooked his finger at Alice, all eyes turning to her to see what she would do, what would happen.

What the HELL?! Page just put her on the spot in front of nearly everyone in WCW and in front of the Undertaker, no less! Luck really wasn't on her side and she had no choice in the matter except to step forward to stand by his side. What was the point of doing this? She had to fight back a flinch when he took her upper arm to pull her closer to his side and didn't dare meet Undertaker's eyes.

"Dallas…"

"Tell him, sugar, go ahead. Tell him how we're gonna bring him and his WWF assholes down to size!" Dallas was full of himself, not bothering to hide it. He always did have an ego and it'd blown up ever since Shane McMahon appointed him to go after the Undertaker…in his own way.

Now he was really asking for it! "I think…cooler heads should prevail right now." Extracting his hand from her arm somewhat roughly, Alice had to remain calm and collected since her 'partner' wouldn't. "Dallas, you have a title match tonight against Booker T. you should focus on. Not him." She stood in front of him, her back to Undertaker and placed a hand on his chest, keeping her voice firm and steady. "You can deal with him later, now come on. This isn't the time or place to fight." This was the only way to diffuse the situation and she hoped Dallas didn't knock her head off her shoulders for giving him smart advice.

"Well, well Red, you are full of surprises, aren'tcha?" Mark rumbled, sounding both curious and amused as he assessed the pair. Partner huh? That suddenly explained why she had been a bit afraid of him last night. Here he had thought he had been on his best behavior too. "Best to your woman, Page-Joseph."

"You son of a-"

"What's going on out here?" Shane had stepped out of his glorified broom closet / office, his eyes narrowing when he spotted 'Taker. "You lost, Calaway?"

"Nope, just figured I'd take a trip and visit your drug fueled revenge kick." He looped his thumbs in the waist of his leather pants, cocking his head back and staring down his nose at Boy Wonder. "Daddy didn't give you enough hugs, Shane?"

Shane wasn't amused, but he also wasn't stupid enough to pick a fight in front of all these people, not about to get his ass handed to him publicly. "Whatever. Come on, people, we got work to do." He turned his back on the Undertaker, dismissing him.

If it hadn't been for Shane, there was no doubt in her mind Dallas would've attacked Undertaker and a brawl/beatdown would've ensued. Everyone obeyed their boss, going back into the respective rooms, even Torrie and Stacy, which left Alice alone in the hallway with Undertaker staring at her. He hadn't moved an inch and simply folded his arms in front of his chest, eyeing her shrewdly. Opening her mouth to say something to him, Alice decided anything she said would fall on deaf ears anyway.

"Have a nice night, Undertaker." She murmured, pushing open the door to the women's locker room again where Torrie and Stacy were waiting.

"Girl, I thought I had guts, but that was…"

"Insane…you're absolutely insane…" Stacy couldn't believe she'd actually handled Dallas the way she had and in front of their boss, no less! "If you think Shane is going to take you away from Page, after what you just did, you better think again. You handled him well."

"Yeah, you kinda signed your own fate doing that, Al. Sorry."

What choice did she have?! Dallas had called her out and she had to show her allegiance to not only him, but their WCW colleagues as well! "I did what I thought best." Why didn't she just tell Dallas to shove it and allow Undertaker to destroy him?

Now Red, she was interesting. All the rest of the WCW hopefuls -those poor bastards floated around, hoping to get a grasp in the WWE, when only a handful of the entire roster would ever see the sun figuratively speaking-, he had no time for. Not yet. But her… well, she had piqued his interest, which was probably not a good thing for her. She had talked down Dallas, which had been entertaining because from Dallas' reputation, he figured no woman would even get near that creep. She was a rare breed indeed. Whistling, he strolled away.

Dallas wasn't a happy man. That much was deduced the moment Alice met up with him in the hallway an hour later. They walked to gorilla position, where the wrestlers went to wait to do their entrances. Was he angry at her for diffusing the situation with Undertaker? Isn't that what she was here for? To stop him from making irrational stupid decisions? Alice didn't know anymore and heard his music hit, walking out with him and stopped midway on the ramp for him to do his patent 'Bang' sign with his hands followed by pyro going off.

She was used to the pyro and didn't flinch, simply keeping her arms at her sides and had a soft smile on her face while the fans wondered about her. Some would know her if they watched WCW from 1999 on, but a lot of these fans were WWF only. Naturally, they were booed, and she expected that reaction. Not bothering to get in the ring, she walked over to the side and stood there, waiting for Booker T. to make his entrance. Alice had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach something big was going down tonight, especially after that confrontation with Undertaker.

This wasn't over.

Backstage, Mark watched the match from a monitor, arms folded across his chest, sunglasses on the tip of his nose because his chin was tilted down, staring at the screen over the tops of his shades. Diamond Dallas Page… it was interesting, the man was not really meant for wrestling and he had started out… old. Why people had liked this assclown was beyond him… he hadn't evolved his character or done much besides make a name for himself as a fucking menace to women. He took stock of Alice when the camera panned to her. She was clapping and smiling, but there was no heart in it. Who had she pissed off to get this job?

Shane McMahon, her boss, was the answer to that question. This was all Shane's idea. When Dallas gained the upper hand on Booker T., he pointed at a steel chair outside of the ring for Alice to grab. She stepped back from the apron and shook her head, pointing behind him, where Booker T. was waiting, having regained his footing. Idiot, she thought, watching Dallas crash to the mat and folded her arms in front of her chest, no longer smiling and clapping.

This was hell on earth and she didn't care what the consequences were: Dallas either won his matches himself or he'd get his backside handed to him. She would stand there and look pretty, Shane never gave her specific instructions on what KIND of valet to be with Dallas, after all. It was her one, and possibly only, loophole in this deal. Eventually, Dallas cheated and gained the upper hand again, grabbing the steel chair himself while cursing at Alice before sliding back inside the ring.

Before he could use the chair, the Undertaker sprinted out from the back and it was enough of a distraction for Booker T. to roll up Page for the victory. Undertaker got in the ring and Dallas ran like a coward, moving out of the way as Undertaker ran past her chasing Dallas to the backstage area. Alice had been right; this was far from over and she had no choice except to follow, keeping her distance. They were now in the parking lot outside of the arena.

"It don't look too good for you now, bro." Dallas stated, an evil smile flittering across his face as 6 WCW guys surrounded the Undertaker, including himself, all of them waiting for the big man to make the first move.

Alice cringed at the smartass remark Taker said, which followed with a beatdown by all 6 WCW guys.

The redhead had followed them out here and Dallas spotted her, malicious intent glowing in his icy blues. "Come join in the fun, sugar! Kick him!" He ordered, dragging her over by the upper arm. "Do it!" He shoved her toward the Undertaker as the WCW guys kept kicking and stomping him.

"Are you insane?! No! I'm not doing that! I'm-" A second later, Alice was knocked to the ground by a backhand from Dallas, her body crashing to the asphalt with a small thud.

"What the HELL is going on out here?! Enough guys, ENOUGH!" Shane McMahon ordered, looking at the carnage surrounding him with wide eyes. "Leave him alone, get back inside NOW!" This wasn't supposed to happen or go down, even though Taker had brought it on himself from his antics earlier that night.

Dallas, along with the WCW guys, attacked their boss and left him laying along with Undertaker and Alice in the parking lot.