Wow, I can't believe I've hit 41 reviews with this story. That's amazing, and the most I've ever gotten. Thank you everyone!
So I'm sure everyone will like this one because it's finally time for Mark to hunt down Hunter and make him pay. So yeah, I got all my lovely inspiration for Mark in this one from "You're Gonna Pay" which is his old entrance music back in Big Evil days and fits this scene perfectly.
The lyrics used at the beginning of this one are from "Road to Destruction" by Endeverafter.
I own no one involved, they all belong to the WWE. The lyrics belong to Endeverafter.
It's passion that I crave
And this time he's taking over and everyone gets slain
And I am a killer baby, a sinner and a saint
I've got a thirst for war and a will to dominate
Mark's heart pounded loudly in his chest, his mind reeling as he drove down the street back towards the hotel. He knew exactly what he was going to do, and for once he didn't care about the consequences. He stopped the car once he reached the parking lot, and climbed out before making his way towards the hotel. He ignored the few other wrestlers there, and they avoided him after seeing the angered look in his eyes. If there was one thing the other wrestlers knew about Mark, it was that it was never safe to talk to him when he was pissed off.
Storming over to the elevator, Mark stepped into the empty elevator, watching as a few people scattered out of it, not wanting to be stuck in a small space with a pissed off man. He waited impatiently for the elevator to take him up to the appropriate floor, his mind reeling once more with what he was going to do. When the doors finally opened, Mark stepped out of them and made his way towards Shawn's room, figuring that Hunter had to be there relishing the pain he had inflicted on the other man.
When he reached the door, Mark took a few steps back then ran straight at the door, knocking it open with all of his weight. He stepped into the room, his eyes scanning the room before falling on Hunter as the other man jumped off the bed, holding his hands up towards Mark as if he was surrendering.
"Now Mark, don't do something you're going to regret!" warned Hunter as he took a few steps back from Mark.
Mark chuckled deeply, anger flashing through his eyes as he looked at Hunter, "I don't regret," he said as he turned and shut the door, locking it behind him. He then turned back to Hunter, a sick smirk playing across Mark's lips. He walked over to Hunter, watching as Hunter stumbled backwards and fell to the floor, scooting backwards to try and get away from Mark.
"Don't do it Mark, you'll lose your job!" warned Hunter again as he scrambled behind a chair. Mark grabbed the wooden chair and threw it behind him, chuckling softly at the scared look in Hunter's eyes.
"I don't give a damn about my job," responded Mark as he reached down, grabbing Hunter by the front of his shirt. He pulled him up to his feet, and then up to eye level with Mark, "Now, I suggest you stop scurrying away from me like a wimp, and fight me."
"I'm not going to fight you Mark!" said Hunter, lashing around as he tried to get free, "I can't!"
"You have no problem hurting Shawn," stated Mark throwing Hunter down on the table in front of him, before grabbing the other chair and throwing it away just like he had done with the chair before. "If you're such a macho man, fight me!"
Hunter stared at Mark silently as he sat up on the table, his own heart pounding in his chest out of fear. Then, suddenly, he jumped at Mark, sending both men tumbling down to the floor. Mark hadn't really been expecting Hunter to lash out him, so it wasn't that big of a surprise that he had gone and lost his balance. Hunter then proceeded to slam his fists into Mark's face and sides, trying to hurt the larger man.
"If you had just stayed out of this then Shawn wouldn't be in the hospital," growled Hunter, punching Mark in the face once more.
A dark look crossed Mark's eyes before he threw his hands up, throwing Hunter off of him. He then jumped on Hunter, slamming Hunter down on the floor. He threw punches left and right; similar to how he did in the ring, not even caring if he was making contact. He then stopped suddenly, staring down at Hunter as he panted heavily. Then, just as suddenly, he threw one hard punch to Hunter's face, feeling Hunter's nose break under his fist.
Mark climbed off of Hunter after that, watching as the younger man frantically covered his face with his hands, clutching his nose. Mark stared at the blood on his hands, watching as his hands shook from the anger raging through him. He looked at Hunter silently before walking out of the room, shutting the door with a loud thud behind him. He walked down the hall to his own room and walked inside, shutting the door behind him.
Stepping into to the bathroom, Mark walked over to the sink and turned on the water, scrubbing at the blood that covered his knuckles. He flinched slightly as visions of Hunter cowering below him flashed before his eyes, and he shook his head, turning off the water. He walked back out of his room once he had cleaned up, and proceeded to make his way back to the hospital.
When Mark arrived back at the hospital, he wasn't really expecting anything. He looked up at John and Glenn as he walked over to them, and sat down silently, resting his head back against the wall behind his chair. The two other men stared at him silently, before Glenn ordered John to go get them something to drink so he could have a few minutes alone with Mark.
Once John was gone, Glenn turned to Mark, tilting his head slightly to the side, "Do I really want to know how bad it was?" he questioned gently. Mark shook his head silently, closing his eyes. Glenn watched him silently for a moment before sighing heavily and walking away to find John, leaving Mark alone in the uncomfortable silence.
Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Hunter scrambled up from the floor, clutching tightly to his nose. He reached for his phone on the nightstand and flipped through the contacts before finding the one he wanted, and placing the call.
"Hey dad, meet me at the arena in an hour," said Hunter, a smirk coming to his lips, "I got something to tell you, something I'm sure you'll enjoy quite bit."
With that, Hunter hung up the phone and proceeded to the bathroom to clean up some before making his way to the arena, the smirk never once leaving his lips.