We've probably gotten a few details wrong with the last couple of chapters, probably because I wrote and published them in the very late hours of the night, so my brain wasn't working properly. Sorry all for any discrepancies in the "history" (nods at Takerslady ;) ). I am however perfectly aware of Kane's mask being whole at the time all this is happening, but it's a personal preference thing. My favourite version of Kane's costume was long hair and half-mask, the one he wore upon his return when Goldust and Booker T interupted the Unamericans. So hence, that bit is in there because of Creative Liscence. Mwahahaha.
Once again I dont take credit for any chars in here, they all belong to the WWE, etc etc.
On with the show!
Chapter 11
They arrived at the arena at Six O'Clock that night, Rose had been very impressed with the Hotel Room. Mark was finding it increasingly bemusing to understand exactly how his Little Sister felt about her condition - one moment she refused any assistance he offered, the next she was all to happy to be waited on and ferried around like a princess.
Of course Mark had made jokes about that. When they had gotten off the plane, Rose had actually asked him to push her wheelchair around, and Mark had said "Sure, and next time we'll travel first class, huh, Cinderella?". Rose had looked spiteful for a second, then burst out laughing. She always seemed to do that. It was one of many habits Mark had labelled a "Rose Thing".
He had watched Rose as she wheeled herself around the small but luxurious suite, almost ecstatic about the feeling of being on the Road with the Undertaker. Mark explained that, although the suites were nice most of the time, it was still a much better feeling to sleep at home in one's own bed.
Rose said she wanted to go and explore the arena. Mark gave her a thumbs up, and Rose headed out of the locker room door to let him get ready for his match.
As she was rolling around the maze of corridors backstage, she came accross a face she had hated since she had first seen it.
The face of Paul Levesque, Triple H. And not only had he spotted her, but he was heading over towards her.
"Well hello there, young lady," Triple H's voice was almost a growl. Rose suddenly felt very scared, she backed her chair against the wall as Paul beared down upon her.
"Um...hi," she stammered, so scared she was shaking.
"You looking for someone"
"No, actually," Rose choked out, thinking hard about Mark. The image gave her strength.
"Or do you already know who you're looking for?" Triple H Leered. He started to lean into Rose's face. Rose started to shake violently and tried to look away.
"I...I came here with someone," Rose stammered in reply.
"Oh yeah?" Paul's curiosity was piqued. "Who"
"Me, Dumbass," A voice suddenly thundered from a way off down the corridor. Triple H recognised it instantly and so did Rose. But while Triple H reacted with annoyance and a slice of fear, Rose was relieved and grateful.
Triple H reeled round and came face-to-face with the imposing bulk of Mark Calaway.
"What the hell do you think you're doing," Mark said slowly. "PAUL!" He deliberately spat in Levesque's face. Insulted, Paul wiped the spray off his cheeks and nose and looked up at Mark.
"Oh sorry, didn't realise this was your bitch." The very sound of the words made Mark's eyes flare. "Watch your damn mouth, you moron, or I might just decide to screw the match later on tonight and kick the living hell out of your saggy ass right now."
Levesque backed down at that last remark. He leered at Rose again. "See you later,darlin'," he said with sick pleasure. Then he left.
Mark stared after him. "Everybody has to pretend like they got a set," he complained. "Whadda bunch of Dumbasses." He looked at Rose, who had giggled a little, but was still shaken up. Mark dropped to his knees, genuine concern on his face. "Hey sis, are you alright?" He asked, putting a hand on her knees to comfort her.
Slowly, Rose took the hand in her own, and felt more comfortable when she did. "I am now you're here," she said, the shakiness in her voice quickly disappearing.
"Come on," Mark said gently. "Let's get you back to my locker room," he said.
"Mark, can I ask you a favour?" Rose asked as he wheeled her back down the corridor.
"Sure, name it squirt," he replied.
"Can I have a hug?" she asked. Mark saw the tears in her eyes. She really was badly shocked.
"Of course darlin'," Mark said. He stopped the chair and knelt by her side, wrapping his arms around her. Rose instantly snuggled into him. She flung her arms around him. Mark sensed the fear coming off her in waves and held onto her tight, caressing her back to comfort her. Rose cried a little to get it out of her system.
When she pulled away, Mark smiled. Immediately a grin plastered itself to Rose's face.
"Feeling better now?" Mark asked. Rose nodded happily.
"Thanks Mark."
"No problem, squirt."
Mark rolled her back towards his locker room, vowing that Triple H would pay dearly for scaring his little sister.