Disclaimer: I do not own anything or having anything to do with the WWE or with the wrestlers mentioned in this fanfiction. I only wrote this for pure enjoyment of the sport and of its entertainers

Note: The Version of The Undertaker in this story is during his American Badass days.

Chapter Twenty-One

Emma helped Mark bring Betty over to the large sectional, and eased her down onto the round, middle part of it. "Here we go, Betty." Emma whispered. She battled the panic inside of herself that wanted to come out in her soft tone. Her eyes focused upon the wound that could be seen on Betty's jeans. "I am going to check on your wound, Betty."

"I am going to be all right, Emma." Betty said, softly. She spoke through the obvious pain that she was in. "You don't need to be worried about this."

"You may think that I don't need to be worried about you, but I am." Moving down on her knees, she got the bottom of her jeans with her hands. Her finger tips wrapped around the fabric of the pant leg that the wound on was on, and rolled it up, slowly. I can't move too fast. I don't want to cause her any more pain that she already is in at the moment. Her eyes watched the jeans go up a bit more before they fell upon where a graze wound was upon her leg. A sigh of relief escaped from her mouth. "Thank god." She whispered. "You were only grazed by the bullet."

"That is only because I was shot at by some no good shooting bitch who came up the road by foot."

Her head snapped up at hearing what she said. One of her eyebrows cocked a bit from hearing what Betty said to her. "A woman shot at you, Betty?"

"Hell yeah a woman shot at me!" Moving her eyes over, she looked at Mark walking up to where she was sitting. Betty drew in a breath as he sat down near her with bandages in his hands. "I know the stupid bitch that decided to do this mess to me, and I want her ass kicked from now till doomsday."

"Who is she?" Mark asked. His need to know who was the culprit revealed itself in his deep, firm voice. "Who is the woman that did this to you, Betty?"

"Candy Johnson."

Candy? My best friend Candy did this to Betty? How? Why? Disbelief crept itself across her face as she looked towards Betty from where she was on the floor. "Could you describe what she looked like for me, Betty? I have a feeling that I know who it is that you are talking about."

"Well," Betty replied, "she stood probably a little shorter than you are, Emma. She has blonde hair and blue eyes." She rolled her eyes a bit as she sighed. "Also, she had herself dressed up like she was trying to be a fake Holly Madison."

Emma jumped to her feet, and walked to a window. She rubbed her face a bit as she approached it. Knowing that her own friend was the reason for Betty's injury seemed to be too much for her. Her forehead pressed against the window's glass as she dropped her hands down. Tears started to fall from her knees, and her body begun to tremble at the discovery.

"Emma.." Mark said. Finding her highly distressed, he placed the bandages down on a spot, and walked up behind her. He eased one of his hands onto her shoulder, and turned her around. His eyes filled with pain at seeing her suffering. "It is going to be okay."

"How is it going to be okay, Mark?!" Her anger came pouring out of her mouth in her already shaky tone. She blinked tears out of her eyes, sending them down her cheeks. "My best friend in the entire world is the one responsible for shooting Betty! I do not know why she would do something so vicious and mean to her, but I want to find out."

"Do you know where she lives?"

"I do." Nodding her head up and down, she sniffled the last bit of her tears and looked at him with a look of determination on her face. "I do know where she lives, and I know where more than likely she is going to be if she is hanging out with those three assholes now." Her ears caught the sound of police sirens moving up the road. Looking out the window, she noticed one patrol car flying up the driveway. "It seems that finally one showed up."

"I am going to get off this couch," Betty said, "and kick their ass for taking so fucking long."

Turning, Emma found Betty to have already wrapped the bandage up and tied it off. She walked up to her, and sat down beside her. "I think that you have done enough for today, Betty." One of her hands held her shoulder a bit, trying to calm her down. "Let Mark go outside, and take care of the cops. I will sit in here with you, and find something to watch on the television."

"That sounds like a brilliant idea to me."

A smile crept across her face from seeing the elderly woman like her idea. She glanced over towards Mark, and watched him nod his head to her on his way out the opened threshold of the front door.