Chapter 50
The tears were called being a good actress and playing the part, not that Vince knew anything about that since he SUCKED at acting. Instead of rushing to her brother, Anca merely stood there, glaring ice daggers at Taker and Kane, waiting to see if they'd make a move. She carefully moved, keeping her eyes locked on the brothers and bent down on one knee to check on her brother, keeping her guard up around the monsters. Steve was alive, so that was a good thing, but they put the boots to him and she knew he'd be sore for his match later that night. Kane's music hit as he and Kane exited the ring, backtracking up the ramp while Anca helped her brother up, concern in her eyes.
They didn't look back; their job was done, and Mark had decided Anciana was no longer on the table. She had fulfilled her purpose, now it was time to start screwing with Austin more; he had been the endgame and she was just a toy he had broken playing it. He rolled his shoulders once they were backstage, cocking a brow when Vince began shouting at him and Glen both for being a little 'aggressive'.
"Fine us."
"I WILL! I need him, you jackass!" Vince swallowed back the next words when Glen stepped forward. "If you uh, don't mind, just… less actual injury out there."
"I'll consider it."
By the time they got to the back, Taker and Kane were nowhere to be found, just Vince and he had an idea to run by Anciana. She listened, raising a brow and blinked. "So, you want Anca to go down to the ring, near the end of Kane and Rocky's match and…do what exactly?"
"Do whatever you like, but make sure to stop Taker from going after The Rock."
That left Anciana with several options and she just nodded at Vince, watching the boss walk away, the gears in her head turning. Stop Taker from going after The Rock…how in the hell was she supposed to do that? She looked up at her brother, who shrugged and knew he wouldn't be any help since he wasn't going out there with her. This would be Anca flying solo and going after the Undertaker. Great. Fantastic. Anciana already knew what she would do, walking with Steve back to his dressing room until it was time to go out for her second appearance of the night.
Mick Foley stopped her from walking away, holding his hand up when Steve immediately got in his face. "I just wanna talk to your sister for a minute, Steve. You know you can trust me."
"DTA, jackass."
"What is it, Mick?"
"I'm going out for that match as well to attack Kane, so I'll have your back in case things go…awry, with the Deadman."
She cracked a very small smile and patted his arm. "Thanks, I appreciate that." Then, she walked away back to the dressing room to wait, deciding since Vince left her to her own devices, this was the perfect way to get some revenge against Taker…and keeping it professional at the same time.
In retrospect, Vince knew he probably shouldn't have done that. He should have established some guidelines or something for Anciana to follow about not injuring one of his top Superstars, one of his most deranged at that. However, he was still a little peeved and being peeved tended to make people do things they shouldn't out of spite. Vince would just see what she'd do and go from there, maybe it wouldn't be too bad.
Austin was pacing a trail back and forth when Anciana came in from talking to Mick. She looked a little… amused. Probably not a good thing for the Deadman. He looked away from her, resuming the fast walking thing he had going, mind wandering.
Before she knew it, Kane and Rocky's match began, with Undertaker out there for distraction. That simply wasn't fair to The Rock, not at all. Smirking, Anciana paced back and forth near gorilla position, watching the monitor and held a steel chair in her hand, waiting for her cue. It came with the referee was knocked out and Taker immediately got in the ring to attack The Rock. Anca flew down to the ring as fast as she could and slid under the bottom rope, the crowd erupting at her entrance.
"HEY RIGAMORTIS?" She shouted, gaining his attention and swung the steel chair as hard as she could, clocking him in the head.
She watched as Taker fell to the mat, the shot not lightened at all and Anca flipped him off before flipping over the top rope to land on her feet. Just then, Mankind came out while Rocky regained his bearings on the outside, the Undertaker laid out on the other side of the ring. Her icy eyes widened as the man clocked Kane between the shoulder blades with a sledgehammer, dropping him like a bad habit.
"Oh shit!" The crowd was going crazy as he slid out of the ring and they both backtracked up it just as Undertaker sat upright, his green eyes nothing more than venom pools. She flipped him off again, alongside Mankind, before they headed behind the curtain.
Vince was…in shock, to put it mildly. "I said to STOP him, not…"
"Do you know a better way to stop a monster from attacking?"
"Good point." Taker was going to be LIVID about this and Vince could already tell this would not end well, especially when the Undertaker grabbed a microphone and demanded a match with Mankind.
"Bring that little Austin bitch…and your sledgehammer."
"Looks like you're accompanying Mankind tonight in his match, Anca."
"Fine by me." Steve wouldn't like it, but he'd get over it since she had simply followed orders from the boss.
"You sure that's alright since her character is Austin's twin?"
"For tonight, yes."
Nothing happened without Vince's blessing and, apparently, Vince was now letting Anciana suck his dick for favors. That was obvious because Vince did not usually let people, who were potentially not a good fit for his company, or a top-level Superstar, take OUT a top-level Superstar. It seemed Anciana was adored and loved by everyone, the little cocksucker.
"Hold still…"
Mark had a hairline cut… he was not amused. "After the show, I'm setting Vince on fire." He hissed, wincing as Paul tended to it. "I'm pretty sure he told us off for laying heavy boots to Austin."
Kane was pretty sure his brother was concussed. That bitch had a swing on her. "What next?"
Honestly? Tylenol. "Leave her alone. Anciana is a drama whore. Don't feed it." Besides, he wanted the honor of strangling her.
Vince probably made a mistake walking in that room when three pairs of eyes turned onto him. One pair sympathetic, one darkly amused, and the other promising death. "Uh… she doesn't know her own strength?" He offered, somehow not surprised when a chair was hurled his way. "I'll come back at a better time."
The match would be simple enough – it would be fairly easy to take out Kane since he had that wicked sledgehammer shot between his shoulder blades earlier. Anciana rationalized in her head and went over what she planned on doing, knowing it would require some serious finesse on her part. First, she had to stay away from Kane and then…Undertaker. He was far more dangerous than Kane, faster and wouldn't hesitate to tear her heart out of her chest, especially after that chair shot. Steve had berated her for being reckless and groaned when she informed him Vince had been the one who left her with no idea what to do or how to stop Undertaker from attacking The Rock. She had come up with a suitable solution, in her mind, and gained a little revenge on him for running her over with a car.
Of course, the whole car bit she didn't tell her brother, not wanting to see him stroke out since he had an upcoming title match that night against Shamrock and at Breakdown against the two monsters. If they could soften them up before then, maybe he had a chance at retaining. Just one had to be severely injured, almost to the point of not being able to participate. Looking up at the clock, Anciana knew it was time to head to gorilla position and kissed her brother's cheek, assuring him she'd be alright. She had this. Mick Foley was pacing, the sledgehammer over his shoulder and grinned toothily at her upon her arrival and had a…dumpster with him. What the hell?
"You ready for this?"
On her way to gorilla position, Anciana had picked up a sledgehammer of her own and nodded, grinning back. "Born ready."
After they made their entrance, with the dumpster no less, out came Undertaker with Kane, a sledgehammer in his hand as well. They all had sledgehammers and…this was not going to be pretty. Mankind threatened the Undertaker with his sledgehammer, preventing him from entering the ring and Anca was beside him, eyes shimmering wickedly under the lights. Kane didn't look so good and was limping, he wasn't a monster after all, apparently. However, the referee took Mankind's sledgehammer away just as the match started and Undertaker had lost his, as well, while Anca rolled expertly out of the ring, still having hold of hers. If Kane came near her, she would clock him and make sure she broke something this time around.
She thought she was cute. Anciana was going out of her way to stay on his radar. He eyed her briefly before spitting over the top rope, turning back to eye Mick who was officially on his hit list for agreeing to let that bitch be out here. All she had to do was stay out of his way and because she was an Austin, she couldn't see past her ego. Fine. Taker and Mick got to 'work' and he focused on what he was doing, which was both hurting Foley and, at the same time, making sure the idiot was able to go home to his wife and son still walking. Anca was still out there running her mouth and, after shoving Foley through that stupid ladder, he turned to glare at her.
"Take your stupid ass to the back, Austin!" He roared, not caring who heard them.
If he had known the real Anciana had a major chip on her shoulder and a mile wide streak of whatever the hell was her brand of crazy, Taker would've hit her harder and taken the prison time. She was going to really hate him soon enough. He wanted her brother; it was like she wasn't into sharing his interest with her twin.
"You wanted me out here, asshole! Do you not remember saying that in your promo earlier?!" Anca shot back, watching his eyes widen in realization and shook her head, snorting. "NOW who's being unprofessional, dick?" She smirked when Mankind shoved him face first into the ring pole and hoped he had a concussion after that shot. Taker was out of his mind or he simply got his brains scrambled far too much to remember he'd specifically told Foley to 'bring that bitch Austin and your sledgehammer'. Apparently, he didn't remember saying those words and had a feeling Vince would call him on it once the match ended.
Toward the end, Mankind was in a bad way and Anca wanted to help him, gripping her sledgehammer tightly in her hands. All she had to do was take one more shot at Kane's back, right where Mankind had earlier, and it would all be over. All of a sudden, the dumpster lid opened, and the Rock came out to save Mankind. Anca's jaw dropped, her eyes wide as the Great One, as he deemed himself, went to war against the monsters. Or so she thought. Instead, he got Mankind the hell out of there, making him go through the crowd and took his ass up the rampway with Taker and Kane stalking after him. Anca was left out there alone and slowly made her way to the back as well, dropping her sledgehammer once behind the curtain. What the actual fuck just happened?
Vince wanted to know the same thing! "Did you know about that?!"
"I swear to god, I had no idea Mick planned that. I saw the dumpster and thought there were weapons in there or some shit." Hell, she hadn't even used her sledgehammer like a good girl, so that warranted her some points, right?
Vince eyed her, knowing Taker and Kane were on a warpath right now and went to find them, deciding to believe her this once. Their warpath brought them backstage soon enough and he shoved her out of his way none too gently, a hand on his head. The bitch had nailed him with a chair earlier, so he was concussed very likely. Mark didn't look back, knowing a shove was the least of what he wanted to do to her right now. His brother was going to lose his mind over a woman. Steve Austin's twin. Glen didn't know whether to feel sorry for the idiot or be amused. Sometimes, when playing a game, people tended to forget that they were also a piece on the board. Mark had fallen into his own trap. He was cradling his arm, chokeslamming Foley's plump ass had been a bad idea.
"Way to be professional, jackass!" Anciana shouted at his retreating form, shaking her head and dusted herself off before heading to her brother's dressing room to see if he was ready for his match. Was it her fault Rocky was in the dumpster waiting to jump them? No! She didn't have anything to do with it and, yet, Taker had to be a dickhead and shove her. "I should be thankful it wasn't another car." She muttered under her breath, pushing the door open and saw her brother getting ready.
"You are…out of your fuckin' mind, Anci." Then Steve proceeded to laugh his ass off and shook his bald head at her, lacing up his boots.
"Yeah well, that's what happens when you get ran over by a car and lose your memories – you tend to go a little crazy." Not to mention, Anciana was in so much emotional and mental pain, it was all she could do to hold it in until she was back at the hotel later that night to let it all out…with high volumes of alcohol.
"Uh… Mrs. Calaway?" There was a timid knock on the dressing room door and when it was opened, there was a courier boy, holding out a box. He stared up into Steve Austin's face, holding it out. "This is um, for Mrs. Calaway." He had been hired earlier in the day and it had taken forever to find this place, then gaining access inside.
Steve eyed the box and the big red bow, frowning. He shut the door in the kid's face, turning to hold it up for Anciana to see. "Who the fuck is sendin' you board games?" It was Monopoly.
This was a low blow and Anciana took the board game out of the box before throwing it as hard as she could against the wall. The pieces scattered all over the floor, flying in all directions and she began ripping up the paper money as fast as she could, tears burning her eyes. That son of a bitch! All she wanted to do was rip her hair out and scream to the heavens, but she couldn't, not until she was alone. "It's nothing…" Absolutely nothing…and Anciana refused to elaborate to her brother, sitting in the far corner of the room, drawing her knees up to her chest. Her face buried in her knees and she took deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm down after that outburst, her nails digging into her palms.
