A/N: Lemme check...nope, still don't own anyone you recognize, just those you don't. As always loves to all my readers and Hugz and Cyber Cookies to my reviewers. On with the Fic.

Vince was sitting in his office watching the match on his t.v., and he was not happy. When the bell rung he began to gather his things, intending on making a hasty get away. That intent was blasted out of the water by the door to his office slamming open and Taker, Twisted and Kane walking in and cornering him behind his desk.

"Well, well, well, what can I do for you three tonight?" He asked, trying to seem calm even though his heart felt like it was going to leap from his chest.

They stayed quiet, just staring at Vince, making him even more anxious. He looked from brother to brother then over to Twisted. Deciding that she was the cooler head in the group he plastered on a smile and tried to get them to speak again.

"Ms. Whispers, congradulations on your win tonight."

He wasn't prepared for her lunge across the desk or the tight grip that she locked around his throat. He scooted back, but she just tightened her grip and growled as she started to wrench his head from side to side. Taker just lounged against the wall and watched as she continued to squeeze, and Vince had the distinct impression that he would watch her kill him without blinking an eye. However when she let go and went to strike him, he motioned for Kane to grab her.

Vince sat down hard in his seat and watched as she growled and fought against Kane's tight grip, only giving up when he pressed his face hard against her neck and nipped. Taker watched as she calmed down somewhat before he turned his attention to the chairman.

"Heard from a little bird that yer the one behind the kidnapping?" He said as he picked a letter opener up from Vince's desk and twirled it in his fingers. "Question is..Why?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Undertaker, I was never involved with the kidnapping." Vince's voice went up and octave and he could feel the sweat on his forehead.

"Ya know what I find funny though Vince, if you weren't involved, why didn't you do anything to find Twisted? I mean you knew that she was missing and yet you did nothing to find one of the biggest draws to the shows since the attitude era? Fishy isn't it bro?" Take tossed over his shoulder to Kane, the letter opener glinting in the light as Taker continued to twirl it.

"Now that you mention it, it rather funny that you didn't do anything Vince. Maybe I should let her down to finish the job." Kane acted like he was going to let Twisted down and Vince huddled down in his chair, watching her with wide eyes.

"Gentlemen, it was nothing of the sort, had I known that it wasn't a storyline I would have had bulletins out on her disappearance and had every law enforcement agency in the country on the case."

"Cut the bullshit Vince, you know you were involved and now so do we, so I'ma gonna ask this question one more time, why?" Taker's voice dropped and he walked over and grabbed a fist full of Vince's shirt, pulling the man up to his tip toes, and pressing the letter opener to his throat.

"Why not?" Vince said, trying to keep himself from trembling, but failing badly. "She undid all the work that I had done on you Undertaker, I had you bending to my will and in less than two months you were back to the way you were." He turned his head then and stared at Kane as he went on. "And you Kane, she had you reduced to a mewling kitten when she was around. The only time I seen the monster that you truly are was when she up and disappeared."

"So instead of firing her to get her to get her out of the way, which would be the logical solution. You decide to take our wife and in doing so rob us of our legacy?" Taker asked, pressing the letter opener harder against Vince's throat.

"Y-your wife?" he stuttered, looking back over at her. "When did that happen?"

"Enough with the talking, let me at him." Twisted said, struggling against Kane again.

"You know, yer right Darlin, there's been too much talking." Taker dropped Vince to the floor and walked over and kissed Twisted lightly before turning to face Vince again. "Now, what do you propose I do to him?"

"Oh god." Vince moaned as Twisted got a demented look on her face.

"Put me down Red." The grin on her face was an identical one to the one that Kane wore when he was in the ring.

Kane put her down and she slowly walked over to Vince, studying him from head to toe before putting her face right next to his. She curled her top lip and grabbed his throat again before she straightened up, taking him part of the way with her. Vince's eyes flew first to Taker and to Kane, his fear clear in his brown eyes as Twisted continued to stare at him. She let go of his throat and moved back over to stand by Kane, looking up at him before speaking.

"Whatever you two decide to do is fine with me." She said shrugging her shoulders then taking a seat behind Vince's desk.

"Anything?" Kane asked, grinning as he advanced on Vince.

"Anything and everything, short of killing him of course. I doubt that they would let me have double congical visits."

"Awwe...can I atleast maim him?"

"Sure, just leave some for your brother." She smirked as she looked over at Taker who went back to leaning on the wall.

Vince shrank back against the wall as Kane continued to get closer, chucking darkly before full out laughing as Vince got to his knees and began to beg for his life, crawling over to Twisted and attaching himself to her leg.

"Please, please. Don't let them do this."

"Come on Vince, be a man, you've taken beatings before, HBK, Big Evil." She looked over lovingly at Taker before continuing. "Stone Cold, do I really need to go on?" She asked as she tried to remove her leg from his grasp.

"I'll do anything, just call them off." His voice was desprate as Kane picked him up from the floor and brought him face to face with him.

"Anything?"

"Yes, yes, anything you want."

"Alright. Drop him."

"Do I have too?" Kane asked, pouting at her.

"Yes."

"Fine." Kane let Vince go, kicking him in the ribs as he walked over to where Twisted was seated.

Twisted waited until Vince was in a sitting position before she spoke, running her hand over Kane's where it rested on her shoulder.

"Vince what we want is very simple, so simple that I'm not surprised that you never thought of it."

"And what would that be?"

"Let these guys do what they do best." She said motioning to the brothers.

"What cause mayhem and fear where ever they go?"

"No, wrestle, go back to the roots. Let the guys that have trained and given not only their blood but their lives for this sport, do what they set out to do, compete for titles that mean something. Right now it's nothing more than a ballet with half naked men and scantily clad women. You have some of the best in the business jobbing to those that have no respect for what they're doing." She got out of the chair and started pacing as she talked. "Give the fans a real match, not a 20 minute dance lesson. I guarantee that if you do that, you're ratings will go up and sales will be through the roof. And your champions will have a higher amount of respect for the gold that they hold."

"That's it?" Vince asked with a bewildered look on his face.

"That's it."

"I think we can do that." Vince straightened up and looked at the three, trying to regain his composure.

"There's no thinking about it Vince, either you do it, or my brother and I will take the locker rooms apart, one by one until no one wants to work for this company." Taker threatened, pushing off from the wall and going toe to toe with Vince.

"A-alright. It'll be done."

"Good. We'll be taking our leave now, goodnight Vince." Twisted went to the door and called to the brothers. "Come on boys, I just figured out what we forgot at the ring."

Kane and Taker shot parting looks full of threats at Vince before they walked out of the room. Twisted smiled at Vince one last time before she followed them, laughing softly to herself. Vince shakily walked back over to his chair and sat down heavily, letting out a breath that he hadn't realized that he was holding. As he thought about the confrontation, his blood boiled and he began to run plans through his head. Finally he came across one that made him smile, he picked up a pen and jotted down a quick note, then called a stage hand to deliver it.

"No one messes with Vincent Kennedy McMahon." He growled as the worker left. "It's time to get that through their heads once and for all."

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Twisted was headed back to the ring, Taker and Kane following behind her as they laughed over Vince's reaction. As she neared the ring area, she stopped and turned to the pair, looking at them with an amused smirk.

"What Darlin?" Taker asked.

"Your wife? Where did that come from?"

"It's close enough to the truth isn't it? You are ours', besides you seen Vince's face when he heard that." Taker laughed as Twisted thought it over.

"I guess you're right, it's just odd. I mean, what's my last name? And where were we supposed to be married at, I don't know too many preachers that would condone bigamy."

"Jacobs-Calaway." Kane said quickly, looking over at Taker as he said it. "And it was a black wedding. Not that too many people are going to ask, they'll take it at face value."

"But if they do, I mean people are going to ask about the Jacobs-Calaway thing, y'all don't have last names. Everyone knows you as Taker and Kane." She pointed out.

"She's right." Taker said quietly. "Maybe it's time to be ourselves again Glen, I mean what more do we have to prove. We accomplished what we wanted to do. Maybe we should just up and leave, start fresh under our real names."

"What good is that going to do? People are always going to recognize us, and they will always know us as Undertaker and Kane. It's not something that we can ever truly escape from. And I don't know about you but I don't think that I can fall back on my teaching degree for a living." Kane rubbed his hand over his head, feeling Glen coming completely to the surface for the first time in years.

"I have an idea, why don't you start out with just being you around the roster and when we're at home. It's can't be that difficult to separate work and personal life." Twisted said, placing her arm around Kane's waist.

"Darlin', we've played these roles for a long time, aspects of the characters have seeped into who we really are, there is no cut and dried Mark and Glen outside the ring and Undertaker and Kane inside the ring. We have blended both our personal lives and rings lives for too long."

"Besides, it's going to take a while for the rest of the guys to call us by our real names. We haven't really endeared ourselves to many of them over the years."

"How about we take it one day at a time and see how it goes?" She asked, wrapping her other arm around Taker's waist when he moved over to them.

"That sounds like a plan Mrs. Jacobs-Calaway." Taker smiled down and kissed the top of her head softly.

"OH MY GOD!! Is that why you three took off so fast after the match and left me still cuffed to the ring." Dallas cried, storming up to the threesome.

"Come on little brother, there is a lot you're missing, I'll explain on the way to the locker room." She stepped away from the brothers and linked arms with Dallas, starting to tell the story as they went.

"By the way sis, why is your name Jacobs-Calaway?" Dallas asked as they got out of earshot of the brothers.