After putting Glen at ease, they headed down to eat. Both of their stomachs were growling and they shared smiles as they walked through the lobby. They were seated towards the back of the in hotel restaurant and Glen listened silently as Mark told him about his meeting with the shrink. Mark reached across the table and took Glen's hand lightly, rubbing his thumb across the back as he talked. The simple action calmed his nerves, even allowed him to laugh along with Glen as he made some off handed remark about Dr. Pam.

Their good time wasn't destined to be however. Just minutes before their food arrived Chris and Randy came sauntering up to the table, Chris wearing a large smirk while Randy shifted nervously from foot to foot. With an exasperated sigh Mark looked up and fought to keep calm.

"Can I help you?" He asked, shooting for pleasant but coming off as annoyed.

"Just wanted to wish you luck on Raw." She said, her smirk getting wider.

"Why?" Glen asked, frowning as he looked between the two.

"Didn't you two hear?" She waited as both men shook their head in denial. "No I guess you wouldn't, what with the both you too busy pounding each other's asses all the time. Anyways," She waved off Mark's growl and continued, her smirk turning in a devious smile. "Marky, you've been picked to represent Smack Down in an interpromotional match. Loser moves to the winner's brand."

"Ok. That's no problem. I'm one of the best here on Smack Down." Mark said, rolling his eyes.

"Riiiiggghhhttt. Anyways, your opponent is none other than Lee." She cackled as her eyes lit up. "That's right Marky, you're facing the Undertaker."

"And how do you know all this?' Glen asked, clenching his teeth in anger

"We know people, don't we Randy?" She purred as she pressed up against him.

He nodded, unable to voice anything with the two of them glaring at him. Chris gave a shrill sounding laugh and pulled Randy away, leaving Mark and Glen to fume silently. Their food was set down moments later, but neither were in the mood to eat any more.

"Mark?"

"Yea?"

"You're going to win, aren't you?"

"Of course I am."

Glen nodded and pushed away from the table, leaving Mark sitting there on his own. Mark signaled to the waiter and asked for boxes and the check. Once everything was taken care of he headed back to Glen's room, stopping only to save AC from being walloped with a broom by one of the maids. He dropped the food and AC off then headed back to Brielle's room, intending on putting his plan into action.

On his way to Brielle's room he seen Adam and Jay standing around in the hallway looking like they were up to no good. His lips pulled back into a feral smile as a thought struck him. The two young men jumped as he approached, their eyes darting around wildly as they looked for an escape root. He loomed over them, using his size in his advantage.

"You two wanna cause some trouble?" He asked, his voice dropping so that they wouldn't be over heard.

"Us? Cause trouble?" Jay squeaked out. "We don't cause trouble."

"That's right. We're model examples of how a super star should act." Adam said, his face twitching as Mark glared at him.

"Right. So I guess that y'all don't want to go and make Randy and Chris's lives hell. Your loss." Mark shrugged his shoulders and walked away, mentally counting down.

"Now you never said anything about it being Randy and Chris." Adam said, jogging to catch up to Mark.

"Yea. I owe Randy a sound ass beating for his cheap shots in the ring." Jay said with a frown.

"Not to mention I have to get back at Chris for giving me crabs." Adam quipped.

"I didn't need to know that Adam." Mark said with a grimace.

"Yea, man. There are some things that you just shouldn't share." Jay echoed Marks sentiment and look.

"We'll take care of this."

Both men shared a diabolical look before disappearing down the hallway. Mark shook his head, knowing that whatever those came up with was going to be more entertaining than Glen trying to sing Karaoke. Mark was at Brielle's door mere minutes later, knocking loudly. The door wrenched open, Brielle standing there with her eye's blazing at the interruption of her meeting with Shane and Stephanie. They stood staring at each other; eye's flicking from head to foot taking in what the other was wearing.

"Can I help you Mr. Calaway?" She asked, her voice low as she stepped out into the hallway and closed her door.

"Yes Ma'am. I was told that there's a match coming up where I'm fighting against Lee."

"Yes sir, that match has been made."

"Why me? If I may be so bold as to ask?"

"Because Mark, for all your faults, you're a master of the ring. Lee likes to play mind games; he's not too much on the actual wrestling aspect. You're our best bet to take him down."

"But if he looses, which he will. That brings him over to our brand. And if he's not that good, then why do you want him?"

"Simple, he's my sister's number one guy. If she loses him, her roster is nothing but second tier talent that has no idea what to do. That makes us stronger, better than her."

Mark nodded his head and started to leave, only to stop when she called him back.

"Mark. I talked to Dr. Pam a little while a go. And if you want to get out of the sessions, then go along with him. Take this seriously Mark. You don't have that many chances left."

"Yes Ma'am." Mark said through clenched teeth.

She looked him, her eyes hard. Thinking of his plan, Mark stepped up and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue demanding entry. She stilled, her mind reeling at the feeling. Then her brain kicked into high gear, her hands pushing against his chest to break the contact. Smiling unrepentantly he pulled back, staring down as she fought for breath.

"Mr. Calaway…" She gasped.

"Night Ms. McMahon." Mark nodded his head at her before turning around and walking away, leaving her to gather her scattered thoughts.