CHAPTER 14

"What the hell do you mean I'm out a tag partner?" Raine demanded, staring at Shane who was looking a bit peeved himself. He had just located her to inform her Glenn was currently not available to do the run in during her match with Bautista.

"He's on his way to the hospital." Shane said dryly, leaning heavily on his cane. "Apparently he was found in the men's showers with a um…" He hesitated, actually turning red in the face.

"A what?" She sighed impatiently, not interested in his beating around the bush issues.

"With a bottle of Brute shoved up his…"

"Ohhhh…." Raine's green eyes widened, then her jaw dropped; realizing what must have happened.

Shane arched an eyebrow when she actually began giggling. "May I ask what's so damn funny?"

She shook her head, clamping her hands over her mouth. The giggling fit only got worse when Mark appeared just behind Shane. The expression on his face warned her now was not the time to be laughing but damned if she could help it.

"Raine…" He growled.

Shane didn't even bother turning around, wishing he could pinch his nose but as one arm was in a sling and the other gripping the head of his cane, he settled for closing his eyes and sighing softly. "I'm not asking."

"You told him?"

"Told him what?" Raine finally managed to stop laughing long enough to ask, enjoying this a little too much.

Mark's face was turning an angry shade of red.

"So," She focused her attention back on Shane before her boyfriend beat her ass, trying to keep a straight face though it was almost impossible. "Who are you replacing him with?"

"Mark." Shane said promptly.

Raine had another giggling fit.

***

Raine was in the process of getting dressed for her match, the levity over as she thought about facing Bautista again. On one hand it would be good to beat his ass once more, on the other getting into yet another feud with him wasn't on her top ten list of things to do.

Especially since he took it so personally and tended to bring the drama outside of the ring.

"Busy, get out." She ordered when she heard the locker room door open, not bothering to look over her shoulder.

A second later she was being push head first over the couch, a hand firmly placed between her shoulder blades, another looping just underneath her breasts.

"Mark, I'mma kill you!" She growled, recognizing his tattooed sleeved arms. She was really going to kill him when she realized he was working her wrestling shorts down; letting out a shrill scream as he removed his hand from her back. "Mark!"

"My turn." He rumbled darkly.

***

Shawn watched with raised brows as Raine limped down the hallway, seeing her shake her head and didn't ask. He didn't WANT to know, especially when Mark appeared behind her looking way to smug. He tugged on his low hanging ponytail and sighed, wondering where he had gone wrong; raising a depraved daughter.

"Pops." Raine muttered, nodding as she passed him.

Paul stepped out behind Shawn, arching an eyebrow. He smirked at the look on Mark's face. "I know that look. It's the 'I just got some' look."

Shawn elbowed his best friend.

"Fuck…" Paul groaned, hunching a little.

"That is my DAUGHTER, you twit!"

"She's-" Paul bit back his comment at the dangerously parental look in Shawn's flashing eyes.

Mark was still grinning when he passed them, catching up with his poor girlfriend and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "You'll live."

"Fuck you."

"I just DID."

She blushed three shades of red. "That's not even funny, Calaway."

"You did it to me." He reminded her none too gently, his green eyes flashing wickedly.

"Not like that!"

This was true, but it still didn't matter.

He stopped her, gently turning Raine so she was facing him and ignored her childish pouting. "Darlin', get over it."

Raine looked up at him, eyes narrowing at his callous tone. "You're a son of a bitch, yeh know that?"

Mark shrugged, not looking too perturbed. "And you liked it. So what does that make you besides extremely fuckin' kinky?"

He should have been expecting the punch that clipped his jaw, really he should have.

But he hadn't been which made it hurt even more.

"SON OF A BITCH!"

Raine snorted, flicking her brown hair over her shoulder and continued on her way; trying to walk like she hadn't just been… Her train of thought was interrupted by a hand clamping down on her shoulder; whirling her back around.

Mark was more than tempted to knock her damn head off her damn shoulders but managed to keep his temper in check. "What the fuck was that for?"

"What do you think, moron?"

"Because you're a stuck up little bitch who's ashamed that she likes her ass pounded!"

You could almost hear traffic in the hallway screeching to a sudden halt, all eyes on the pair that were currently toe to toe, identical expressions on anger on their oh so different faces.

"Damn Raine, I didn't know you liked it put down like THAT!" Matt Hardy teased.

"FUCK OFF, HARDY!" Both Mark and Raine shouted.

He cowered back into the hallway wall.

At this point, Paul and Shawn were making their way towards the screaming, neither one of them surprised to see Mark and Raine at the center of the ruckus, the couple had too much attitude between the pair of them.

Raine was shaking from head to toe, pissed beyond belief; every inch of her red. Mark had just blurted that out carelessly and it wasn't going to be him dealing with the smart ass comments. Or paying the fines that would result in people going to the hospital for those comments. She wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of him but there were too many witnesses.

"She's going to snap." Paul said thoughtfully, folding his arms over his chest. "What'd we miss?" He bent down to ask Maria.

"Um…" She chuckled nervously, wringing her hands together and shot Shawn a look. "Um… something about her um, backside… and um, pounding."

Shawn was now turning red himself.

Paul let out a low whistle, giving Raine an appreciative once over before slipping back into his 'Uncle' mode. He WAS a man after all.

Shawn had caught that and snapped. Grabbing Paul by the back of his neck, he flung him towards the wall.

Paul was reeling.

Shane was on his way, his face draining of color at the scene going on in his hallway. Mark and Raine were about to exchange blows and Shawn had just taken out his tag team partner. "What's going on here?" He bellowed.

Nobody even spared him a look, all eyes focused on Mark and Raine who had finally begun swinging at each other.

"Damn it, you two, stop!" Shawn ordered, wading it to grab Raine and pull her back.

"Lemme go!" She ordered, kicking out with her feet at her boyfriend who was laughing at her.

"Girl, you cool yer ass right now before-"

Mark started laughing even harder.

Growling, Raine broke free of her adopted dad and lunged; spearing Mark to the floor.

Mark threw his hands up to shield his face, still laughing. "Wanna go cool your ass?" He taunted.

"I'm gonna cram a baseball bat up yers!"

He didn't take that threat lightly considering she had done something akin to that to him only this morning, of course not with a bat…

Shane watched with wide eyes as Mark pushed Raine off of him, wincing when she flew backwards onto the floor and had to stop himself from rushing to her side. Like he would be any help? He was a damn gimp, that and she was much tougher than he ever gave her credit for.

Though when he seen Mark getting up and dodging a blow from her foot aimed at his knees, he began panicking. The look on Mark's face was dark and stormy. Limping forward as fast as he could, Shane moved to stand between the pair.

"Son, you best get the hell out of my way." Mark ordered gravely, looking over Shane at his girlfriend. "This is between us."

"You two need to take your bullshit outside of my building." Shane said flatly, glancing behind him at Raine who seemed surprised to find him there. "If you want to fight, fine, but do it on your time, not mine."

"Boy, move."

"No."

Shawn watched wide eyed as Mark took aim for Shane's face, knowing damn well Mark didn't like Shane anymore than he himself did, the part that made his eyes widen was the fact that Raine had stepped in to intercept the blow.

Shane dropped the cane to grab her by the upper arm when she spun around to face him, seeing her eyes clench shut when the punch landed on her left shoulder blade.

In all honesty, when Raine stepped in, Mark had tried to pull out of the punch but it didn't happen, though the blow was lighter than intended. "Shit…" He cursed.

Raine let out a ragged breath.