Chapter 38

"We have to build up your feud for Summerslam and can't very well have the main event being teamed up together." Vince knew he made a valid point.

He did. "So we lose the titles and then he'll start going after Anca to play mind games with me?"

"If she provokes him enough during the matches tonight and next week, yes."

"I'll do my best. That's all I can really say." Anciana wasn't sure how she was supposed to provoke a man who was considered the master of mind games.

Considering he had basically said he was game for anything as long as Anciana was on board, Vince needed to clean his ears out. "I'm sure we'll think of something, darlin'." He reassured her, his mind already turning the wheels, so to speak.

"She can get her pert ass between me and Taker, we do tend to get into each other's faces quite a bit."

"You're the safest son of a bitch in this company right now, Austin." Mark reminded, rolling his eyes. "I'll handle it. I'll give her a reason, I already started laying down the work for it."

"Fine, we'll leave it to you, Taker." Vince had every confidence in his Superstar to pull this off and could also see the gears turning in the man's head.

"Getting in between you two is not a good idea, Stevie. Have you lost your mind? It's not that I can't handle it, but…you two can be overwhelming and…you genuinely don't like each other." There was real, raw hatred between them and Anciana didn't want to be sandwiched between them. That would be an instant hospital visit.

"I agree, and we don't want your sister harmed." Vince was surprised Steve had actually suggested that, raising a slow brow at the man. Even Taker and Paul looked perplexed.

"Hey, she's my twin, I'm not about to hurt her."

"And she's my wife."

"You're the fuckin' Undertaker, you hurt everyone, jackass."

Mark leaned back in his chair, purposefully pulling his hand out from under the table slowly, making sure Steve knew exactly where it had been before folding them both on top of the table. "I'm her husband, and she will not come to harm by my hand."

Bill realized right then and there how Anca was about to get involved, blinking before clearing his throat. "Excuse me…" He had paperwork to go get ready, waivers and other things.

The meeting was adjourned, everyone on the same page, for the most part, and Anciana was having issues. How the hell was she supposed to provoke Mark – no Undertaker – in the ring. Short of flipping him the bird, which she'd already done, Anciana was out of ideas on how to provoke him without interfering in the matches. This was a nightmare! Why did Vince insist on putting this type of pressure on her?

She went back to Mark's dressing room to change panties, walking into the bathroom and threw her soiled ones away. They were completely ruined, thanks to her husband. Slipping the fresh pair of panties on, after cleaning herself up downstairs a bit, Anciana washed her hands and shut the water off, gripping the sink. What if she failed this? What if she failed her character?

"Damn it…"

When she was in there longer than necessary, Mark opened the door, not surprised to find her gripping the sink and staring at herself in the mirror. Sighing, he aligned his body with hers, his hands on hers, fingers folded over hers, arms along hers, and rested his chin on top of her head. "You'll be fine, Ciana," He reassured her, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. "Just channel that inner Austin of yours…" His lips curved upwards into a sardonic smile. "We'll manage it."

"I hate saying this, but I need your help out there, Mark. I have no idea how to provoke the master of mind games." Anciana felt his hands glide up and down her sides before wrapping around her waist, his nose buried in her corkscrew curls. Some of them were loose, but it didn't look bad. "I want this…to be out there in front of the crowd and feel the adrenaline flow through me. I want to be Anca." Turning, Mark caught her lips with his and Anciana wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying how affectionate her husband was being tonight. Whatever got into him, she hoped it continued and felt his hands grip her backside through the leather skirt yet again. "You're distracting me, handsome…" Why couldn't Anca and Taker be together on-screen? They would probably set the arena on fire with their raw passion, lust, and desire for each other. "I need to go…"

They couldn't be together on-screen because that was not something he could see the Undertaker doing: showing vulnerability via a woman. That was a downfall to many characters and many relationships. He could even pinpoint several. With Stone Cold Steve Austin's twin sister at that… no. Mark would have to be content fucking her and loving her off-screen and seeing what dark magic they could create on.

"Trust me, Anciana," He whispered, soothing her. "Things will work out." He took her hand and raised it up, pressing a kiss to the back of it. "Go on, darlin'." Mark watched as she reluctantly headed for that door, feeling her hand slide out of his.

When Anciana was gone, he let the smile fall, turning to face the wall and began warming up with his shadow boxing, his mind on her worries. Foolish woman, afraid of not being able to pull this off. She may have been an Austin… he was the Undertaker and he had this. All it would take was just the right look, the right word, the right push over the edge and her brother would wind up doing all the work himself because that's just who Steve was, deep down. Good intentions, but a temper that tended to shove those intentions right out the window when it was up. That was Steve Austin's constant downfall, in the ring and out of it.

"You okay? You ready for this?" Steve asked upon seeing his sister, watching her walk up to gorilla position while he jumped up and down, pouring water over his bald head.

He had the WWF championship over his shoulder and the other in his hand, his Austin leather vest over his shoulders with his black trunks and black boots. Steve needed nothing else, nothing flashy, not even his theme entrance had pyro or anything like that. It wasn't needed.

"Yes." Anciana had to be confident and switched gears from being herself to Anca, the Rattlesnake's twin sister with an attitude that mirrored his own. "Let's go out there and open up a can of whoop ass on their sorry asses!"

"That's what I'm talkin' about!" Steve was hyped, smirking at his sister and then put his poker face on just as the glass shattered for the third time that night throughout the arena, the fans exploding.

Walking out behind her brother, they headed straight to the ring where The Rock, Owen Hart and Undertaker waited. Undertaker made his entrance first because he wasn't the champion. Anca clapped her hands for her brother, walking around to stand by their corner as he started to do his four corner postpose…only to be stopped by The Rock and Owen Hart. The battle was on as her brother started the match with Undertaker on the ring apron. She immediately stepped away from him, keeping her distance and it wasn't missed by the crowd or commentators.

"JR, I don't think Anca likes the Undertaker very much."

"What was your first clue, King?"

That was quite all right, he didn't feel anything for her one way or the other. She was a tool to be used and then discarded. Taker's eyes swept dispassionately over her, one single brow raising before turning his attention back to the match. It became clear, quickly, that Austin wasn't overly keen on the idea of tagging him in, even when those two fools blatantly cheated, wearing down the Rattlesnake. Shaking his head, he began stalking the apron, then leaned out again, stretching out his hand.

Steve's response was two middle fingers in the air followed by a lot of trash talking.

Undertaker purposefully looked directly at Anca.

"What? What do you want me to do about it? If you want in so damn badly, get in there and whoop some ass, Rigamortis!" Anca shouted over the roaring crowd, folding her arms in front of her chest and looked away from him to stare back at her brother, the ice in her eyes slowly melting and being replaced with concern. It was weird being concerned for her brother and not his tag partner, but Anca had no connections to the Undertaker and preferred it that way. "Come on Steve, get up! Whoop their asses!" She called in encouragement and flipped off The Rock when he yelled at her to shut up.

The crowd cheered, and The Rock's eyes widened, losing his focus as Steve rolled him up for a 2 ½ count. Apparently, Undertaker had enough because he was in the ring and attacked Owen Hart before another double team attack could happen. They cleared the ring, tossing both idiots outside of it and then they were in each other's faces. Steve was trash talking madly and he waved a finger in Steve's face, then poked him right in the shoulder.

"I already told you, boy, safest SOB in the World Wrestling Federation."

"Go fuck yourself!"

If Steve's head wobbled anymore with all the body language he had going on, it was going to wobble right off his thick neck. Taker pointed at the corner. "Go wait your turn, Stevey Weavey."

"Oh, you sumbitch!"

Anca jogged around the ring, since they were on the opposite side, and did the one thing she was against. She managed to push in between them and held her hand up against each of their chests. Then immediately pulled away from Taker and looked at her brother, shaking her head.

"Focus on the match! You are Tag Team champions, now get in there and retain the gold!" Her cool blues turned to Undertaker, a sneer on her face. "And you stop instigating him, Rigamortis."

This time, her finger was poking his chest none too gently while she spoke and immediately wiped her hand off on her leather skirt, acting as if he had germs or something. She barely ducked in time as The Rock and Owen Hart began fighting them again. Hopefully, that was the kind of provoking Vince had in mind. Taker didn't stop provoking her twin because that wasn't how this worked. Anciana would have called Steve out on his crap about not tagging. Anca was going to verbally castrate the Undertaker instead, and that was how it was supposed to be.

"Hey Austin, your sister got any other uses for her mouth?" Taker had to duck when Owen Hart suddenly came flying his way.

Owen caught himself on the turnbuckle, turned and was greeted to a massive boot right in his face. Those two were such dicks.

"You watch yours, Stiff."

Taker was technically the illegal man here and slid back under the ropes, then reached out and tagged himself in, sliding back under again. "Sit. Stay." He snorted, going to beat the hell out of Dwayne.

"Sumbitch."

"What an asshole!" Anca shouted up to her brother, who nodded in agreement and smirked, her eyes moving back to watch the match as Undertaker took Owen Hart to school.

She backed up when he climbed the top turnbuckle and walked the top rope, the agility both amazing and terrifying. He leaped off, his massive arm crashing over the top of Owen's shoulders and the crowd actually cheered him. It was obvious how much Undertaker was loved, but Stone Cold had more love in the crowd and it wouldn't change anytime soon. When Undertaker tagged her brother in, Anca cheered and clapped him for him, once again keeping her distance from the Deadman. She did have better things to do with her mouth, but he wouldn't like any of them.

Being patient was his strong suit and, after he and Austin finished destroying the current pains in their backsides, they were given back their titles. His eyes narrowed in on THE title, the one he was coming for, before catching Anca coming to join her brother, turning his back to her. "Anciana tell you I fucked her three ways from Sunday before she came out here?" He asked, knowing she couldn't hear him because of where she was and the sounds of the fans screaming like the crazed idiots they were. "She asked where the syrup was."

Steve still had all that adrenaline coursing through him, he was still his persona, his amplified self, and he wasn't amused. He exploded, going to clothesline Taker. He dodged out of the way, turning in time to see Steve trying to stop himself from taking out Anca. Steve slowed himself down, but she took it anyway. Steve was staring down at her, clutching his bald head and Taker applauded three times, slowly, sarcastically before shaking his head and stepping through the ropes.

"STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN JUST CLOTHESLINED HIS TWIN!"

"Do ya think the Undertaker knew she was there?"

If she wasn't trained to take bumps like that, if her body wasn't hardened through hours upon hours of vigorous training, Anca would've been out cold. As it was, she was just slightly dazed and slowly rolled to the side to sit on her knees, using the ring rope to pull herself up. "Steve, you really need to learn to watch where you're going, honey." That was a collision and she would be in pain for the remainder of the night, but Anca still had a smile on her face.

"Fuck Anci, I'm sorry…"

"It's okay. I'm all right…"

She draped her arm around his neck and could see the disbelief in Taker's eyes, her own flashing wickedly in his direction. Then, she flipped him off, not overhearing what he said to Steve, but knowing he had orchestrated that to happen. She wasn't completely stupid and leaned against her twin until they reached the back.

"Anciana, are you alright?! Girl, that was a mean clothesline you took!"

"I'm fine Joanie, thanks." She clutched the front of her neck, dropping to one knee and shook the cobwebs out before Steve lifted her in his sweaty arms to cart her to the trainer.

Taker had a lot of explaining to do with this stunt since she wasn't supposed to get hurt.

"That was beautiful!" Vince was, of course, on the scene and looking pleased as punch. "Though Steve, you need to pay more attention to your surroundings. I thought we all agreed we didn't want her harmed."

"That jackass, Taker set me up!"

Vince frowned, studying Anciana before looking at Steve. "Steve… he had his back to her and you could see her. Please explain how that all adds up to him setting you up?"

"He was provokin' me…" Steve sounded like a whiny child and he knew it.

"He's supposed too! Anciana, are you all right? Let's get her to the trainers. I want to see you, Austin, and Taker in my office before you leave."

"Never better, Vince. Just glad I'm used to taking those bumps or that would've really sucked." Anciana winked at him while Steve continued carrying her to the trainers. "You know I can walk, right?"

"After what happened earlier with your memories comin' back and me knockin' the shit outta ya, no – you can't walk right now." Steve hated feeling the amount of guilt coursing through him because it was his fault for letting Taker get the best of him.

"How was he provoking you out there anyway? I didn't hear anything…" Anciana looked confused, seeing her twin's face and bald head turn a deep crimson red. "Stevie…"

"Don't worry about it." Steve gritted out, setting her on the trainer's table and allowed Larry to do his job to look her over. He was NOT a small man by any stretch and knew, no matter what she claimed, part of that clothesline had to hurt.

"You'll be bruised, but other than that, you look good. No concussion either."

"Thank god." Steve whispered out, dropping his head in shame.

"Stevie, it was an accident. It happens, and I know what I signed up for. I'm okay, I promise."

No, it wasn't. Steve had suggested at the meeting earlier that she might get hurt, or maybe he had suggested that Taker hurt her, he couldn't remember now, but he knew he had gotten looks from everyone present for what he had said. And then, then what the hell happened? He hurt her anyway. And Taker had been… he groaned, knowing he couldn't blame the other man, not really because Steve KNEW better.

"How is she?"

Well, speak of the devil.