A/N: I couldn't let the story end that way. And I never really let my oc's off that easy. There be a few more chapters than I stated in the last chapter, but I have the feeling that y'all don't mind. Thank you to everyone that has read and reviewed and I hope y'all like this newest chapt.
Mark sat up slowly, his head pounding and his lungs burning. When his vision cleared the first thing that he noticed was that he was in a hotel room, alone.
"Ye bluidy, dumb bastard. Now look wot ye done."
Mark whirled around, cursing as his head thudded painfully. There sitting in one of the chairs in the room was AC, his tail flicking as he eyed Mark sternly. Why was that damned thing still here? And why was it talking to him. Mark eyed it cautiously as he moved out of the bed. His head was spinning but he was damned if he was going to look weak in front of that hell spawned creature.
"What? I broke the curse." Mark said in his defense, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.
"Nae ye didn't. Atleast not all the way."
"What's that mean? How can someone half break a curse. You either do or you don't." Mark argued, idly wondering why he was fighting with a cat.
"Ye managed to do what Ian did not. He never took her innocence. But ye didn't win her heart afore ye did it." AC explained as he jumped down from his perch and started pace.
"So what?"
"Sae it means that while somethings have been changed a part of the curse is still in effect. My mistress was a verry strong sorceress."
"What do you mean things have changed?" This talking in riddles was driving Mark insane.
"I doan ken wot's changed, it could be for the best or the worst."
"How could it get worse from what it was?"
"It can always get worse."
Mark started to pace, this was too weird for him. Talking cats, witches, curses, dead women talking to him. IF he had known that getting into professional wrestling was going to take his sanity he never would have done it. He ran his hands through his hair frustratedly, if what AC was saying was true then he didn't know what was waiting for him. Maybe the WWF never took off and Vince was working for WCW. If WWF never took off then there was no WWE. Maybe he was little more than a jobber to people like DDP or even worse, Ralphus. What if he never even broke into professional wrestling? That thought stopped him in his tracks, what havoc had he wreaked with the simple act of sleeping with someone.
There was a knock on his door and Mark turned to look at it with wide eyes. He had no idea what to expect and part of him wanted to just crawl back into bed and stay there.
"Ye'll never ken the changes if you don't answer the door." AC from his new spot on the bed.
"Mark? You in there Mark?"
It was Glen. Mark let out a sigh of relief and headed over to the door. If Glen was here then it had to be ok. He opened the door and stopped dead. Glen was standing there....but he still had a head full of hair. His body was still toned. Had he gone back in time? The look on his face must have confused Glen for he took a step forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You ok Mark?" Glen asked, concern coloring his eyes.
"Huh?" Mark stammered, still dumbfounded by the sight in front of him.
"I think you should skip this meeting man. If Vince sees you like this again he'll fire your ass for sure." Glen led him over to the bed and lightly pushed him into a sitting position. "Mark sometimes I think you take Mean Mark Callous too far."
"I'm not The Undertaker yet?" Mark asked more confused than ever. He had to have gone back in time if Glen was calling him Mean Mark.
"Why would you be The Undertaker? That's been Lee's gimmick since '94. Mark I think the drink has gone to your head."
"What year is it then?" Mark asked, desperation evident in his voice.
"2009." Glen sounded wary and Mark didn't blame him, he probably seemed completely out of his mind.
"Hey, you just rest and I'll stop by after the meeting and let you know what's going on."
"N-no. I'll go. Can't have Vince on my back for this." Mark smiled weakly and got to his feet, heading towards the door.
"Dontcha think you should put some pants on before you leave?" Glen called out.
Mark looked down and flushed red. He was completely naked from the waist down. He ducked his head and hurried over to what he supposed was his bag and ruffled through it. Quickly he pulled out a pair of black jeans and a pair of boxer briefs. Without questioning his choice of clothes he pulled them on and headed to the door. On the way he passed a mirror and stopped, his hair was short, like it was when he was Big Evil. He hated that hair cut, but he supposed that it looked right on Mean Mark. Glen walked up next to him and Mark grinned, it was kinda like looking in a mirror of the past.
"You ready old man?"
"Old? Yer only two years younger." Mark scowled.
"Let's not get into this now. Vince is waiting." Glen said, bumping Mark's shoulder as he walked past, he stopped at the door and looked at Mark with a smirk. "Oh and Mark...."
"Yea?"
"Leave your pussy here."
"Wha?" Mark questioned, then stopped when he felt the slight weight on his shoulder.
He turned his head and seen AC curled around his neck and wondered when he had taken up that spot. With a hiss he grabbed AC and dropped the cat on the bed with a whispered 'stay put'. AC swiped at him and glared, and Mark had the feeling that he was going to hear it later. He walked over and joined Glen, punching him in the shoulder when he walked past. It didn't stop Glen from snickering but it made him feel slightly better. They headed down to the room that the hotel set aside for the meeting and took a seat in the back. In front of them were Hunter and Shawn, and Mark was shocked to see how touchy feely they were.
He looked around the room and took in the wide array of faces, some old, some new and some that he couldn't even remember. There was a loud throat clearing and Mark looked up. Vince was standing at the podium glaring at the assembled mass.
"I guess somethings never change." Mark thought as the room grew quiet.
"I know you all are wondering why I called you here so early on a Saturday morning." There were a few grumbles that Vince ignored as he continued. "Starting this week my daughters are going to be taking over the role of GM of RAW and SmackDown." Groaning filled the room and Vince raised his hands to signal for quiet. "Look we need all the fire power we can get if we're going to put ECW in their place. They've acquired TNA and are looking to take us down. Stephanie will be at the helm on RAW. And Brielle will be running SmackDown! Now you will do every thing they tell you. The first time you screw up, it's the future endeavors list for you."
Mark sat back confused. Vince only had one daughter, Stephanie. His mouth dropped open a minute later when both Stephanie and Brielle stepped up to the podium together. Glen nudged him and motioned for him to wipe his chin. He couldn't believe it. She was now Vince's daughter. Things just got a lot more complicated. Through the rest of the meeting Mark kept his eyes glued to Brielle. She looked exactly the same way she had when they were in the forest. She caught him staring once at her and glared at him, an almost perfect rendition of Vince's glare. Mark had looked away and stood when the meeting was adjourned. He started towards the door, listening to Glen talk about some story line but was stopped dead when his name rang out over the room.
"Mr. Calaway. Would you kindly stay behind for a word?"
He turned around and seen Brielle standing in front of the podium with her hands on her hips and glaring at him hard. Glen patted his back and wished him luck as he disappeared through the door. Once everyone was gone she approached him and Mark swallowed hard.
"Now see here Mr. Calaway. I know of your problems and I'm going to tell you now that that type of behaviour will not be tolerated on my show. I'll give you one month to clean it up. At the end of each week you will report to me for a series of tests. Fail one and you're done. Am I clear?" She demanded.
"Yes ma'am." He murmured, wondering what had happened to the soft spoken young woman he had met in the woods.
"Good. You're dismissed."
She turned her back and headed over to where Shane and Stephanie were talking things over and going over a large leather bound book. Mark left the room and headed back to his own, his mind trying to come up with a plan. The only thing that he new for certain was this just became a whole hell of a lot harder.