Chapter 12
Mark brought his leg underneath Brock's head and pressed it against his windpipe. Brock released the pipe from Mark's throat before Mark pulled Brock's left arm between his legs. He held Brock's head downward causing his neck to be pressed against Mark's leg. Mark had his submission hold, the Hell's Gate, locked on tightly. The referee lowered himself to Brock's level asking him if he gave up.
"NO!" Paul Heyman hollered. "Hang on, Brock! HANG ON!"
"TAP OUT! TAP OUT! TAP OUT!" came the cry of the crowd.
The longer Mark held the hold, the more Brock struggled to break free. The more Brock struggled to break free, the weaker he had become. He began to fade rapidly. Mark continued the hold a little longer until Brock gave in and tapped the mat. The crowd roared in a deafening cheer as the final bell rang and Mark's theme music played over the speakers. Everyone in the back cheered. The male superstars of the WWE made their way out to the ring as the ring announcer spoke.
"The winner of this match and NEW WWE World Heavyweight Champion...THE UNDERTAKER!"
Glen entered the ring and assisted his friend to his feet.
"YOU DID IT!" Glen spoke over the crowd. "YOU WON THE BELT! MORE IMPORTANTLY, YOU GET YOUR FAMILY BACK!"
"I have the belt in my possession," Mark stated matter-of-factly. "Not my family. Bring me Paul Heyman."
Glen looked outside the ring and noticed several superstars surrounding that dirty rat Paul Heyman. "I don't think he's going anywhere."
Mark caught of glimpse of Paul being restrained by several men of the locker room. He exited the ring and walked over to where Paul stood, scared out of his shoes. He began to shake as Mark approached, an evil scowl on Mark's battered face.
"Heyman...where...is...my...family?"
"Here at the arena," Paul answered quickly.
"Where?"
"In the b-b-b-boiler room."
Mark looked at Glen, whom stood beside him, title in his hands. "Go get your family back, Mark. We have things covered here."
Mark left ringside making his way towards the locker room.
Michelle and Kaia snuggled together against the wall of the boiler room. Michelle was awakened by someone calling her name. She fastly rose to her feet.
"What is it, mommy?" Kaia asked.
"Listen."
"Michelle? Kaia? Where are you?"
"MARK!"
"DADDY!"
"Are either one of you hurt?"
"NO!" Michelle said. "We're fine!"
Mark soon came into Michelle and Kaia's view.
"Michelle! Kaia!"
"Mark!"
"Daddy!"
Michelle ran into her husbands arms, sobbing loudly. He winced a little at the pain in his ribs, but for a moment, that didn't matter to him. He caressed Michelle's hair as he held her close. He then held her at arms length as tears rolled down his bruised cheeks.
"Are you alright, honey?"
"Yes. Oh...look at your face."
"I'm fine, Michelle. A little banged up."
"A little?"
Mark kissed his wife as if it had been decades he had seen her, although it was only for a few weeks. They broke the kiss moments later to catch their breaths. Mark looked at Kaia, whom stood a few feet from them. Mark walked towards his little girl. When he reached her, he knelt down in front of her. The look of worry and concern for her father shown in her tear-filled eyes. She looked at the beaten face of her father.
"Daddy..."
"Hey, baby girl."
"He...that man hurt you."
"Yeah. But...I won the match."
"You did?" Kaia asked happily.
"You're coming home with me."
"We are?"
"Yep. You know what I would like from you?"
"What, daddy?"
Mark held his arms outward to Kaia.
"I don't want to hurt you too."
"You won't, kiddo. I promise. Come on."
Kaia walked into her father's protective arms and cried on his shoulder. He rubbed her back shushing her soothingly.
"It's okay, Kaia. It's over. It's all over."
Mark began humming a little tune he knew to well, then he let the words freely flow.
"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey." Mark looked into his daughter's eyes. "You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."
He reached up and gently wiped the tears away from Kaia's face. They shared a smile before having another father-daughter embrace. He rose to his feet, Kaia in his arms. They both faced Michelle. Michelle walked up and kissed Mark lightly on the lips. She pushed the hair out of Kaia's face.
"One question?"
"What might that be?"
"Can we go home now?"
"I think it's time. What do you think, Kaia?"
"I want to go home."
"Come on, ladies. Let's get out of here."