21
At six o'clock that night the Undertaker and Kane arrived to pick the girls up. They were already in their wrestling suits, prepared to go to battle. Without bothering to knock, 'Taker led the way inside, halting when he spotted Tigress and Fallon walking down the stairs.
Tigress wore a simple gold colored dress that flowed at the sleeves with matching high heels and her half-moon earrings, a gold velvet bag hung on her wrist.
Fallon wore velvet silver pants that flared at the bottoms over silver high heels with a white velvet sleeveless top with a knee length silver velvet duster, the sleeves also flared. She too wore her teardrop earrings and carried a silver velvet bag around her wrist.
"Battle garb." Tigress said in answer to the quizzical look Kane was giving her. "These are our Sabbat clothes…" She trailed off when she noticed Fallon and 'Taker were standing pressed together, talking softly. "What is up with those two?" She whispered, gently pulling Kane towards the far wall. "They've been acting different since… well, you know."
He nodded, trying not to watch as 'Taker reached out and touched Fallon's earring before running his hand lingeringly down her neck. "I think he's in love with her."
"You're kidding me."
"Does it look like I'm kidding?"
Tigress had to admit it didn't, especially when she noticed Fallon was smiling all starry eyed at him. "Um… are you two ready?" She asked loudly, not sure how she felt about this new development.
Fallon and 'Taker stepped away from each other, looking at their siblings blankly.
"Oh yes, Smackdown." 'Taker coughed. "The limo is waiting."
"Limo?" Fallon echoed.
"Limo. We're arriving in style."
***
Ember and Freye were standing on the roof of the arena, staring down at the moving traffic, waiting for the program to start. They had left Paul waiting in the boiler room, along with their latest experiments.
"Think they'll be here?" Freye asked, watching as an elderly woman nearly got ran over, smiling slightly.
"Of course they will, this is their turf is it not?" Ember turned her back to the wind. "Besides, the Undertaker won't risk putting off this confrontation."
"It's time, let's go."
***
"Are you sure we're allowed to be here?" Tigress asked nervously as Kane and 'Taker led them into the arena.
"It's fine." 'Taker said shortly, leading Fallon through the crowds of people by the hand. He nodded to a guard before walking past him into a hallway.
It was full of other wrestlers, most who looked at the two women curiously but otherwise nodded respectfully to 'Taker, none commenting about his old look brought back.
"Who's that?" Fallon whispered, watching as a grossly obese man stared at her from a corridor they walked by.
"Who?" 'Taker turned his head.
Fallon looked back, shocked to find he wasn't there anymore. "It was… a huge man. Really fat, in all black."
"Paul Bearer." 'Taker hissed the word. "Come."
Kane grabbed Tigress' arm, urging her forward quickly. He didn't let her go until they reached the locker room, designated to them.
Once inside, Fallon and Tigress each took a piece of chalk from their bags and began writing runes on the walls.
"What are you doing?" Kane asked curiously.
"Protection." Tigress replied briskly. "These will keep us safe while in here and keep those wenches from spying on us."
Fallon wiped her hands off on a towel 'Taker held out to her. "Thanks." She glanced around, finally looking up at the ceiling. "Shoot."
"Here." 'Taker grabbed her about the waist and lifted her so she was sitting on his shoulder.
Fallon quickly scrawled a rune in each of the corners and finally one in the center before he set her down. "Thank you."
The night proceeded slowly. They watched the matches on the monitor, looking for signs of the trio. When none came, 'Taker got to his feet.
"We can't hide in here forever and I have a match next." He said evenly, pulling on a heavy velvet robe. "Kane will be back here to protect you. If they show up, then you may all come out. Expect the worst."
***
Fallon, Tigress and Kane huddled round the small television watching anxiously as 'Taker walked slowly down the ramp, his face blank as he stared ahead. He slipped through the ropes and stood waiting in the center of the ring.
The lights went out.
When they came on, Bradshaw and Farooq were standing on the stage, though they didn't look like themselves at all.
Their skin was pale, looking like all the blood had been drained from them, and it almost had a bluish tint to it, even Farooq's. Their hair was matted to their heads, coated in a black oily substance while their eyes were dull and vacant. Slowly, almost mechanically, they began to walk down the ramp, mouths hanging open obscenely.
'Taker studied them for a moment, feeling a twinge of pain at what two of his most loyal followers had become. He knew they were now nothing more than soulless, mindless zombies and vowed to feel no remorse about what he'd have to do.
Awkwardly they made it into the ring, standing opposite him, their eyes staring through him as they raised their arms, reaching out as though to embrace him.
When Bradshaw opened his mouth, a black bile oozed out, dribbling down onto his bare chest, revealing black teeth, even more grotesque was the sight of thick black cord weaving in and out his neck, apparently his head had been severed.
Disgusted, 'Taker wrenched off his robe, wondering how he was supposed to kill them in front of people. He knew it would have to look like an accident or something just to get prison time instead of a death sentence.
He frowned when they halted, turning their backs on him to gaze stupidly at the stage.
Standing there was Freye in Ember, clad in their usual, smiling evilly at him.
"How are you doing Undertaker?" Freye asked conversationally through a wireless headset microphone.
He just stared at her, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well you came here to play, let's play."
***
"He's going to get creamed." Tigress groaned, watching the monitor, chewing on her fingernails.
Fallon was pacing the floor, pulling at her hair anxiously. "I hate those bitches."
"Well we can't get to them with magick, they're blocking all my spells, they've got a barrier set up or something." Tigress said, glancing at her sister.
Kane watched the two, looking back at the monitor. Ember and Freye were still taunting 'Taker.
"I've got an idea." Fallon said suddenly, halting her pacing.
"What?"
"They're expecting us to use magick, right?"
Tigress nodded, trying to read the expression on her sister's face.
"Well, we're at a wrestling show, aren't we?"
Kane started chuckling.
***
'Taker was getting impatient. He kept glancing between the zombies and the witches, wondering which was going to attack first. A puzzled expression flitted across his face when he seen Tigress and Fallon creeping behind the witches.
"What's the matter Undertaker?" Freye taunted. "Curious how you're about to die?"
"You are so lame."
Freye and Ember spun around only to be greeted with punches to the face.
Fallon smiled broadly when she seen the blood gush from each of their nose. "It's our turn."
When their creators had been attacked, Bradshaw and Farooq turned on the Undertaker, lunging for him.
Kane surprised everyone by running down the ramp, ignoring the brawling women on the stage. He slid into the ring and began whaling on the zombies.
Paul Bearer emerged next, grabbing Tigress by her hair and jerking her away from Ember. "Bitch!" He wheezed, slapping her viciously across the face.
Fallon finished with Freye, tossing her bodily from the stage thirteen feet below to the floor. "Hey!" She shouted, throwing herself onto the fat man.
Paul was taken back by the assault and was slow to defend himself. He let out high-pitched screams as Fallon clawed his face, leaving bloody gouges.
Ember and Tigress were circling each other. Ember started chanting under her breath and that was all the incentive Tigress needed. She lunged at Ember, grabbing handfuls of hair and pulling mercilessly. Ember shrieked but kept chanting.
"Shut her up!" Fallon shouted, in the process of backing Paul towards the drop. Seeing Tigress was taking to long, she kicked Paul in his chest, watching disgustedly as he tottered on the edge before falling back, his immense weight causing him to drop like a sack of potatoes.
Tigress winced as a sudden stab of pain hit her spine, taking the breath from her. She easily identified the pain as a knife stab, realizing that Ember's chants were finally working.
Fallon seen her sister's sudden decline and charged. "Tig, you need to grow some balls." She chided, trying to tease while clamping a hand over Ember's mouth and using her other arm to drag the witch towards the edge of the stage, intent on dropping her as well.
Ember put up more of a struggle than the other two did, consequently giving Fallon a harder time. Tigress recovered sufficiently from the magical attack, and rushed to Fallon's aid.
Together they managed to toss Ember alongside the unconscious Paul and Freye. They stood there, staring down at the carnage they had wreaked for a moment.
"Hell." Fallon muttered, running down the ramp.
Undertaker and Kane were battling the zombies to the best of their abilities, though it was hard to take down something that was already dead. 'Taker kept track of the woman, watching as Fallon took out Paul Bearer and Freye unflinchingly. With Tigress' help, she also disposed of Ember before starting towards them. "Kane, out of the ring."
Kane shot his brother a confused look but didn't disobey, sliding out through the ropes as Fallon slid in.
Fallon quickly invoked the fours corners, begging each one to aid her in dispatching the "poor" souls to the afterlife before attacking. 'Taker clapped his hands twice and the arena went pitch black. Knowing the technical crew would be on the lights in only minutes, Fallon and 'Taker quickly took care of the zombies, taking advantage of their sluggishness.
Kane slid back into the ring and lifted Bradshaw's body over the rope, motioning for Fallon and Tigress to grab the heads. 'Taker followed suit with Farooq and they ran for it.
When the lights came back on the ring was empty save for a black pool of bile.
Paul Bearer and his nieces had also disappeared.