"You're sick and twisted and so am I! Pow, pow, pow!"
Mark just stared at Eve, who had been doing her impersonation of Jeff for the past twenty minutes now (she was even pounding on the bed pretending it was Matt). "You can stop that any time now you know."
She stopped and gave him a hurt look. "Am I not doing it right?"
"You're driving me nuts."
"Sorry, but I'm so proud of him! He finally punched Matt right in the face. The bastard totally deserved it."
"I agree but you also had to see that smile Matt had as he was walking away. I think Jeff played right into his hands."
"Well what else was he supposed to do? He can't just sit back and take it any more. He has to stand up for himself and for you. Oh and I thought it was so cute how he mentioned you too. Although I got to wonder what Vince will say if he figures it out."
"Vince ain't going to say a damn thing," Mark assured her. "All of his top stars are either bisexual or gay. As long as it doesn't complicate the job, he doesn't care what we do with our sex lives."
Eve grinned. "Really? So who's doing who then?"
Mark was spared from having to answer that question by the arrival of Jeff and Maria. "Mark," Jeff said. He looked ready to cry.
"Come here," Mark said immediately.
Jeff basically jumped right into Mark's arms and buried his face into the larger man's shoulder so his cries were muffled. It jarred Mark's injuries a little bit but he didn't say anything. "Shhhh, it's okay," he said. "It's okay."
"He brought up Jack," Jeff said. "Couldn't he leave my fucking dog out of this? Is nothing fucking sacred any more?"
Obviously not, but Mark didn't say that. That wasn't what Jeff needed to hear at the moment. He rubbed Jeff's back in an effort to soothe him. "Shush, it's okay. It's going to be okay. We'll figure out a way to make this all stop. He can't keep going like this for much longer."
"If you beat him at Wrestlemania, then maybe it'll just take the wind right out of his sails," Maria suggested. "We all know you're better than he is. You just have to prove it."
"But I don't want to have to prove anything!" Jeff whined. "It's fucking not fair! I don't want to fight him. Why the fuck can't he just leave me be?"
Mark made Jeff sit up so they could have complete and total eye contact. "Sometimes you have to do things that you don't want to do," he said quietly. "I didn't want to fight Glenn when he first came to the WWE. I swore I would never fight my own flesh and blood. But desperate men push their targets into a corner until they have no choice BUT to fight back. Matt's got you in that corner. You're damned if you fight him and you're even more damned if you don't. But I think we're past the point where we can stick our head in the sand and hope he goes away."
Jeff nodded reluctantly. "Fine. I guess I'm not going to have much choice in the matter. I'll either have to fight him at Wrestlemania and shut him up once and for all or hire a hit man to kill him."
"Jeff!"
"I'm kidding. The hit man will only maim him enough to put him in a coma or at least knock him out long enough to put his ass in the loony bin."
Mark just sighed and shook his head. Damn Jeff and his crazy ideas. As if they needed to hire a hit man. Mark was going to kick Matt's ass as soon as he could get out of this fucking hospital.
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Matt held Jack's collar with one hand and he just stared at it. He was glad Jeff had hit him. It was about time the little pussy got into the game. He wanted Jeff to fight back and lose. That would make his victory that much sweeter.
"What do you think they're doing right now?" Beth asked. She was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair.
"Who?" he asked, even though he knew who she was talking about.
"Jeff and Mark."
He grinned. "Not much of anything I suspect. Mark's still in the hospital you know."
She turned around to face him. "Do you think he likes it?"
"Who likes what?" This was their little game. She asked the questions she already knew the answers to and then he would play dumb at first before answering them all over again.
"Do you think Jeff likes it when Mark fucks him?"
"Oh he loves it. I bet Mark makes him scream. You never could get him to scream, could you?"
"Shut up," she growled. She walked over and straddled his lap. "What about you? Do you want to make Jeff scream?"
He smirked. "Maybe not in the way you're thinking about, but yeah, I will make Jeff scream in pain. I've made him beg for mercy before and I'll do it again."
She grinned. "What do you mean you don't want to make him scream in the way I'm thinking about? I couldn't think of anything more perfect. It'll hurt him mind, body and soul."
"Okay first of all, I'm not gay, so the whole raping a guy thing isn't exactly a turn on. And even if I was gay, he's my brother, no matter how much I deny it. That's just sick, even by my standards."
She sighed. "Well why don't you hire somebody else to do it? I'm sure there are a lot of guys out there who want a piece of him."
"I bet there are but nobody's going to help me over Mark. They're all afraid of the big bad Undertaker."
"Well then you're going to have to make a choice whether to cross the line or not. It's your choice really. But if you do cross the line…think of all the new mind games you can play. Think about them and tell me it doesn't sound fun."
Matt grinned. "You are even more twisted than I am, you know that?"
"I know I am. And don't you ever forget it."