Chapter 49

Mark had spent his week roaming and taking a few days off for recovery purposes himself. He had done RAW; he and Glen had LIT that show up and not in a way many would've approved of. Vince had loved it, he had even been able to use some choice words. Vince was evil. He had gone home, that hadn't worked out well at all and then he just wandered, drifting where the roads, and bars, took him.

She arrived the morning of the 14th, running on little sleep, and checked into her hotel room Vince had set up for her to get a few hours of sleep before the show. Tormented by memories of her and Mark together in Houston, in the pool, the Monopoly game, all the meals they shared together…Anciana didn't get much more sleep and finally gave up. She sat up in bed, tearing a hand through her haphazard sun-kissed blonde hair and blinked tears away. How the hell would she face him or be able to function in the same building as him? Anciana just wanted to forget Mark Calaway ever existed, hating herself for still loving him. She hated and loved him at the same time, it was confusing and draining.

Kicking the blanket off, Anciana stormed into the bathroom to shower, changed into workout clothes and decided to hit the gym down the street to vent her frustrations out on their equipment. That's what she did prior to the accident, on a daily basis, and it was time to get back into that routine now that she worked for the WWF. If Sierra was smart, and she knew the woman was, she would be in Vegas far away from the WWF and from Anciana. Joanie hadn't lied and deceived her the way Sierra did, so she would ask her to continue her training or simply do it on her own. Walking out of her hotel room, with her hair braided over her shoulder, in all black, Anciana headed out and knew she had 3 hours before needing to be at the arena. A 2-hour workout sounded wonderful and would be just what the doctor ordered.

As luck would have it, Joanie and Paul were at the gym Anciana happened to hit. They were both pretty obsessed with their bodies. He wanted to make sure he was in top shape and Joanie was working on contouring her physique into something she deemed feminine. Paul had already told her he was missing his butch bitch, she had co-cocked him. He slid out from under the weightlifting bench after racking the bar, she had been spotting him.

"Your turn."

"Arms, I want to work on my arms." She reminded him, spotting Anciana and smiled, waving.

Anciana waved and didn't send a smile back, deciding to work on cardio today. She would need it in case she had to run away while out in the ring or if she ran into Taker. Hopefully, he kept his distance and just left her alone, but something told her that wouldn't happen. He was a psychotic, evil bastard, who only cared about himself and what he could achieve in this world. He thought the world revolved around him and he could do no wrong, that he was untouchable. She would prove him wrong on all counts, snorting and started the treadmill, slipping her headphones on that was attached to the Walkman on her side and began her workout, picking up speed every couple minutes.

Well, since she wasn't feeling sociable and obviously couldn't hear them… "Did you hear, uh… well you know, about her and Taker?" It was a rumor, of course, from the night of Summerslam, but news got around quick. "About her memories and shit?"

Joanie nodded, focusing on what she was doing and hoped Paul remembered he was supposed to be spotting her. She smiled when he nodded at her reassuringly, seeing his eyes moving to the weights. "I did."

"Think it's true? About her and Taker? About the Deadman?"

That part she wasn't sure about. Apparently, word was they weren't actually married, but nobody really knew the specifics of that one.

Not being a social butterfly was the least of her worries, honestly. Anciana had nobody to trust except her twin brother, and even that was a stretch. Her family of course, but they weren't on the road with her. Anciana had to rely on herself for protection and hoped the next year flew by because she was done in August 1999. It was only a year contract, Vince wanted to feel her out and make sure she would be an asset instead of deadweight for his company.

Once she ran on the treadmill for an hour, Anciana moved to the weight bag and began punching and kicking it, picturing Taker's face with each blow. She then did scissor kicks, one right after the other until her heart felt like it would explode from how fast it raced. Her back was healed, just a yellowish bruise in the wake of Taker's chokeslam, which would not happen again. This time, she would be ready for him, whatever he threw her way. Wiping sweat from her face and neck, Anciana went to shower and then left to head to the arena, wondering what tonight would bring.

"Well…" They had worked out and been watching her. Paul was a bit concerned for whoever she was obviously planning on messing up with that scissor kick. "I think it's safe to say the rumors are probably true."

"So… not married. That's just a weird thing to lie about." Joanie mused, tossing a towel around her neck after draining his water bottle, smirking when he went to take hers, only it was also empty.

"Not cool, Joans, not cool." Paul wrinkled his nose down at her. "Let's get going, I bet tonight is going to be very, very interesting."


Blue jean shorts, a skull tank top and her braided hair hanging over her shoulder was the sight everyone met when Anciana walked into the building. No longer was the smiley, giggly, happy woman everyone had grown accustomed to seeing. Her eyes were cold as ice, her lips set in a perfect line and…she looked downright scary. Not greeting anyone, Anciana headed straight for her twin brother's locker room, clenching her fist at her side. Upon arrival, Steve was outside his dressing room with Vince, both of them discussing tonight's plans evidently.

"So yer…" Steve's voice trailed off as his eyes moved to stare at his sister, immediately leaving Vince to go to her.

"Don't." Anciana stepped back, holding her hand up and shook her head, her bag over her shoulder. "I'm not here for some lovey-dovey, sister brother bullshit, Austin. So, tell me what's going on tonight, so I can be ready."

What the hell had Taker done to this woman?

Her spirit was shattered, and life no longer filled her icy eyes that mirrored his. Steve was going to fuck Taker up for this.

Vince studied Anciana thoughtfully, wondering if she was going to be worth the trouble of her one year contract. "If you don't want to be here, Mrs. Calaway," He paused, hesitating. "Taker has offered to pay the termination fee on your behalf."

Considering what Vince had seen the night of Summerslam, Steve thought he was pretty ballsy using those words… Mrs. Calaway. He rubbed his bald head, sighing.

"First of all, I don't NEED anything from that spineless prick. Secondly, he is NOT my husband and my name is NOT Mrs. Calaway." Anciana physically shuddered, gritting her teeth and had to take a deep breath, knowing losing her temper on the boss was not the right thing to do or the way to go. "My name is Anciana Williams. I had my last name changed while I was on…leave." Whipping out her license, she handed it to Vince and showed him proof before putting it back in her purse. "Third, Vince, I signed a contract and I intend on fulfilling it to the best of my ability. I'm not going to run away from my obligation and responsibility, never been my style. Do I want to be here? I'm torn on that, but I'm here nonetheless, unless you don't want me to be." However, if Taker didn't leave her alone, she wouldn't be held responsible for what she did to one of his top stars. "And if I have to work closely with that…with Undertaker, I'll do it because, after all, Anca hates the Undertaker, right? Real emotion looks good on television."

That was a good point. "Well Vince, what'd you think 'bout that?" Steve was actually proud of his sister because she had handled that professionally and hadn't lost her temper.

"As long as you and Mark," He stressed that one, frowning because he was already seeing issues. "Keep it professional. I don't care what happens when you're not working, but in an arena, or any other WWF event, you will both play nice."

"Sounds good."

Mark had been walking up behind Anciana and Steve, alongside his brother, smirking when Steve whipped around with ice in his eyes. Steve was still sporting a bit of a bruise. Glen snorted, reaching down to adjust his leather glove. That'd teach him to mind his manners.

"As long as he plays nice, I have no problem acting, Vinnie. Only, out in the ring, that hatred is real – VERY real." Anciana sneered at the sight of Taker, feeling nauseous all over again and placed a hand on Steve's arm when he went to advance. "No – no, remember what Vince said, bro. You'll have your shot at him, but we have to play nice. Be professional." She could handle and fight her own battles, but didn't want her brother getting into trouble over this scumbag. "Oh, by the way, in case you missed it with your eavesdropping, I took the liberty of ridding myself of your name. Since, you know, our marriage was fake and all. Come on Steve, we have strategizing to do tonight for your match against Shamrock."

Steve owed Kane and Taker both some payback for sidelining his ass after Summerslam. He may or may not have provoked it by hunting Taker down, not that he was about to admit that out loud.

"Kind of like I took the liberty of ridding you of your virginity?"

"PROFESSIONAL!"

"Oh, I was REAL professional about it, boss." Mark laughed, holding his hands up and nodded when Vince looked ready to have a meltdown. "All right, all right, Vince. Come on." He gestured his brother to follow him and they walked down the hallway together, his dark laughter echoing.

That was such a low blow considering he had tricked her with lies and deceit by running her over with a car, which caused her amnesia! Anciana knew this wasn't a good idea, but…professional, she would be professional and do her job. Outside of the arena, however, all bets were off. She would take his head off even he even SNIFFED in her general direction after that snide comment.

"I hate him so much…" She whispered, once they were in the seclusion of Steve's dressing room and had to swallow down the pain. Pain, heartache, hatred…they all went hand in hand, it turned out. "And I don't want to talk about it, so don't bring it up, Steve. Let's just get through this, so I can go back to my hotel room." Strong liquor was on the menu tonight.

"Fine. Whatever you want, just don't interfere in my match with Shamrock tonight." No Taker meant there was no need for interference.

"Got it." Eye candy, that's all she was out there and accepted it, leaning her head back against the cinderblock wall trying not to think about how messed up her life was.


"Was that really necessary?" Paul demanded when Taker and Kane ambled into what was technically Taker's dressing room.

Kane tended to hide elsewhere to avoid the other mid-card wrestlers, until recently. The more he and Taker became familiar and comfortable with each other, the more they tended to gravitate. That couldn't be good. They were their mother's sons. Kane had just recounted what had happened.

"It was funny." He said slowly, testing out the words. Vocal and speech therapy kind of sucked, but… big brother was paying.

"It was hilarious. You had to be there. The LOOK on her face."

"Oh dear Lord…"

"Down to business, however," Mark pulled out the script he had picked up from the writers from his back pocket and unfurled it, tossing it onto the table. "Anciana isn't important. It's her brother I want."

If it was Austin his Phenom wanted so badly, then why bring Anciana into this in the first place? Why run her over with a car and destroy her life? Paul already knew the answer as soon as the question filtered through his mind – Taker enjoyed destroying lives. He actually felt pity and sorrow for Anciana because she was a sweet girl, who didn't deserve to be treated the way she had. However, the evil part of him that connected so well to Taker also enjoyed the woman's torment. She had changed completely – Paul didn't even recognize her anymore and he had to wonder if that was Taker's intent all along.


Vince kicked off the show with Taker and Kane by his side and announced a match for the next pay-per-view event – Breakdown. He was pitting Stone Cold Steve Austin against BOTH the Undertaker and Kane in a triple threat match. Steve had heard enough and so had Anca as the glass shattered throughout the arena and they headed down to the ring with purpose. Anca wasn't in skirts, refusing to wear them anymore and instead stuck with the blue jean shorts, nothing changed about her appearance except some makeup. She stood beside her brother with folded arms, glaring daggers at McMahon while he ran his mouth about buying protection from the monsters.

When all was said and done, Vince had poked Steve in the chest rather harshly and said, 'Stone Cold screwed Stone Cold', which lit a fire under the Rattlesnake. Steve pounced on Vince as Anca backed away and watched in horror as Taker and Kane both beat her brother down like a dog. She wanted to do something for him, to protect him, but all she could do was stand there and watch while Vince gave instructions for the beatdown. Covering her mouth with her hand, Anca prayed the beating stopped soon, the camera panning in on her face and the tears in her eyes.

It was scripted. Well, scripted, but it looked like the real-life brothers were enjoying themselves just a bit too much. Vince wasn't asking, just going to remind them later that they were going to be fined for their… overenthusiasm. Kane was still not amused with being called a retard, especially since he hadn't done anything to Austin or his sister. Taker just hated Austin. When they were called off, he flipped his hair back over his shoulders, sparing a glance over at Anca and sniffed, shaking his head.

What'd she expect?