A/N: Ok, I think I created more questions, but I do plan on answering them all before it's over. So don't kill me Souless. lol And WF part of this was inspired by your review. lol Hopefully your muse isn't too mad at me. Anyways I hope y'all enjoy!

Mark's head was spinning as he let himself into his room. There were so many questions that he needed answers to. The main one was, why did things change so much? So he slept with her, that shouldn't have changed things. The other one was, why in the hell was he Mean Mark? That gimmick sucked big time. Although one could argue that it was the predecessor of the American Bad Ass gimmick. Vince's daughter. She was now Vince's daughter. He couldn't get his mind wrapped around it.

"Sae, wot's all changed?"

Mark was so involved with his thoughts that he had forgotten that AC was there and he jumped, sucking in a breath as he did so. Once his heart rate calmed down some he leveled the cat with a death glare.

"Come now lad, ye doan be thinking that that puny stare is gunna scare me do ye?" AC mocked.

"Why are you even here?" He demanded.

"Ye didn't think that Ah'd be letting ye do this on ye own after ye botched the first one did ye?"

"And just what are you going to be doing. In case you have forgotten, yer a cat."

"Trust me lad, I ken I'm a bluidy cat. Ye just do wot ah'll be telling ye and it'll be over soon."

"I don't think that's going to happen. I'm pretty sure that the tactics that you use for mating isn't going to work for me." Mark grinned over at AC, but jumped back when AC launched himself at Mark.

"Look here, I doan like this any more than ye do. But Ah would like to be getting home some time soon. Sae we're gonna have to work together to get this done." AC hissed as he raked his claws across Mark's face.

"Oww! Dammit, if you don't stop that I'm going to go and get you declawed." Mark growled as he tossed AC to the other side of the bed and pressed his hand to cheek to stop the bleeding.

"Ye wouldn't dare."

"Try me." Mark said as he got up to survey the damage.

He heard AC moving around the room and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Down one side of his cheek were four perfect lines, small amounts of blood sweeping from them. His reflection looked so pitiful that he started laughing. Where was the confident badass that he has worked years to become? He never let anyone talk to him like he let her. Even Vince tread on eggshells around him. The questions from earlier were back and he needed the answers now before he cracked up. With a sigh he turned to the one thing that could help him....the internet. Luckily for him the hotel had an internet cafe that had computers that guests could use for free.

AC had draped himself around Mark's neck and refused to budge. Instead of fighting with the damned creature he just cleaned his cheek up the best he could and headed down. He signed in for a computer and picked one that was in the far back. He hated using them, in fact he really didn't know how to do much more than just turn it on. Glen had tried to teach him but it never really sunk in. Mark always felt that there were better things to be doing than sitting in front of a machine doing nothing.

"Well, wot are ye waiting for?' AC hissed lowly as Mark stared at the screen.

"I've never really used one of these things before." Mark grumbled as he tapped a few key so that he wouldn't look completely out of place.

AC's sides started to shake and Mark turned his head to glare at the cat. Before either he or AC could whisper something, arms wrapped around from behind, jostling AC out of his spot and making him growl in his throat.

"What's the matter babe, lost?" A low feminine voice said in his ear.

"Hmm?" It was the only sound that Mark could make with out his voice cracking, and he tried to move his head to get a look at the person standing behind him.

"Are you lost? You never use the computer."

The person moved around to his side and Mark turned so that he could get a good look at her. Her short dirty blonde hair was highlighted randomly with a lighter blonde and her teeth were perfectly straight and white. She was wearing a plain black shirt with a butterfly dusted with glitter and some high end blue jeans. Her blue eyes were twinkling with life and Mark had the feeling that he knew her from somewhere, he just couldn't place her.

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" He asked, feeling completely lost.

"Do you know me?!? You had better know me assclown." She all but screeched.

"Chris?" Mark's eyes went wide as it clicked in his mind.

"Who the hell else would I be?"

"I....I had a little too much to drink last night, so I'm a little slow this morning." He said, trying to make sense of everything.

"Alcohol better be the reason, if I hear one more rumor about you and McSlut I'm going to personally rip your balls off and feed them to her."

With that Chris stomped out, leaving Mark staring after her with a dumbfounded look on his face. So he was sleeping with Chris? AC climbed back up to his perch and snickered quietly into Mark's ear.

"Seems ye are in a bit of a pickle lad."

"Shut up you. I'm moving on to plan B." Mark growled as he got to his feet and headed out of the cafe.

"And that is?"

"I'm going to see Glen. I'm sure he can set me straight on what's been going on."

"Are ye sure that's wise. Remember the way he looked at you this morn?"

"What else can I do. This not knowing shit is driving me up a wall."

A few minutes later he was standing outside of Glen's door, debating on whether or not to knock. He had dropped AC back off at the room, saying that he came along it would just further Glen's wariness of him. He raised his hand to knock, hoping that his friend would be able to give him the answers that he was looking for. If not, Mark was afraid of the trouble he could cause, and he had caused enough as it was. He took a deep breath and rapped hard on the door a couple of times. He heard grumbling from the other side and waited as the lock was undone. Glen blinked at him and Mark felt bad for interrupting his mid morning nap, something that he found comfortingly familiar.

"What?" He growled.

"Glen I need your help."

"Did you piss Chris off again?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I think so, but this isn't about her." Mark said, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice.

"Then what?" Glen's interest was peaked, he wasn't used to seeing Mark like this.

"I'll tell you inside. I don't want anyone to over hear me."

Glen moved to the side and watched as Mark stalked in and started to pace. With a confused look Glen shut the door and ambled back over to the bed, dropping down and watching Mark for a moment. The silence was wearing on Mark and he ran his hands through his short hair as he started to speak.

"Glen, my memory is slipping. I think that the drink has finally taken it toll. I'm having trouble remembering things." Mark started slowly.

"Like what?"

"Everything, I asked Chris who she was."

"Oh, shit. You're going to die." Glen said with a smirk.

"But that's not all, I don't remember anything other than waking up today."

"Whaddya mean?"

"The name of the company is slipping, it's right there on the tip of my tongue but I can't recall it."

"WWF."

"I thought the panda people sued us for using that name."

"They did, but Vince won. Although we were going to change it to WCWF."

"Alright, it's coming back slowly. What about Lee? You said he's been 'Taker since '94. Who played him before that. If I remember the gimmick started in '90."

"Nah, there was talk of it starting in '90 but they couldn't find someone to fill the part. Then Lee just happened to come to an event and Bill about orgasmed over him. So he was picked up and trained quickly before being turned loose in the ring."

"That's right." Mark said, feinging rememberance. "What about you, aren't you his brother? Kane or something?"

"Nooo. Mark I think you really should be seeing someone for this." Glen said, concern flooding his eyes.

"It's nothing, it happens sometimes." Mark said waving it off.

Glen looked at him, not at all sure of his answer. But he shrugged his shoulders and got back up, yawning and stretching. Mark relented some, feeling really back for interrupting his nap and started towards the door.

"Thank you Glen. I'm sorry for waking you up. Dinner on me tonight?" Mark said lightly, fully intending on weaseling more information out of him.

"Sure. But I really think that you should go see a doctor or something before it gets worse."

"If it gets worse I promise I will. So dinner, 9-ish?"

"It's a date...erm a deal." Glen said pinkening.

Mark smiled and walked out of the door, pleased with what little information he had gleaned from him friend. Although a part of him hated the fact that he was using him for answers. However the quicker he could think of a way outta here and back to his own reality the sooner he could be sharing a dinner with his Glen. He took a deep breath and headed back to his room, feeling alittle lighter than he had before.