Chapter 51
The main event against Shamrock went well…until that big dead bastard and his retarded brother came barreling out from the back to attack both competitors. Anca cheered Steve on, ignoring Taker shooting her a deadly glare and flipped him off in return. Suddenly, Mankind and the Rock came barreling out from the back, completely unexpected and began hammering the monsters. Anca immediately handed her brother an equalizer, a steel chair, and took sick pleasure watching it crash against Taker's back and then Kane's skull.
They were down for the count with Mankind and Rock still beating on them. Steve rolled out of the ring as Vince McMahon came out, looking shocked his insurance policy had been taken out by the Texas Rattlesnake. Anca followed, but kept an eye on the ring just in case Taker and Kane tried coming after them. They were too occupied, however. Vince ran to the back like a scalded dog and Steve was hot on his trail with a steel chair in hand, ready to dish out pain, which concluded Raw.
Once in the back, Anciana kissed her brother's cheek and told him she was headed to the hotel, the exhaustion creeping in her eyes. She promised to get in touch with him in the morning and headed out, her bag already in the Cutlass Sierra she had driven here in. Steve could only watch her walk down the hallway, noticing the way his sister carried herself and once again vowed to kill Mark for hurting his twin the way he had.
On the way back to the hotel, Anciana finally let some of her emotional pain out and cried, somehow making it to her destination without crashing her car.
"Hey Austin, how's your sister?"
"Don't… enough man, just fuckin' enough!" Steve was so damn tired of this crap. Worrying about his own ass, on top of Anciana's obvious issues; if he had hair, he would've been going gray. "What more do you fuckin' want with her? You already destroyed her life."
"Sure… which is why she's here, in the company she worked for so hard… with her twin. I did her a favor."
He recoiled when Taker's face was suddenly in his, feeling his stomach doing something very weird. It churned.
"Maybe I should run her over again…" Mark whispered, venomous green eyes lighting up when Steve's face went dark. "Or just fuck it out of her, you have a preference?"
Steve let out a strangled noise right before Glen popped him in the head. Payback was going to continue being a bitch. Even better, they weren't at work, so Vince could copulate with himself. He raised a tired hand to his brother before walking off. Glen wasn't about to help Mark go try reigning in his wife, that was all on big brother.
After a long shower, Anciana cracked open a bottle of Tequila and poured herself a shot, then another, wearing just the cotton white robe the hotel provided. She sat on the bed, staring out the window and wished she could forget everything about Mark Calaway. For months, she wanted her memories back and now…she wished the amnesia would return, just so she could forget all about Mark. He had destroyed her life, even if she had wound up in the WWF. This isn't the way she wanted to get here…to be in her twin brother's shadow. Granted, that was more than most women in the back received in this line of work.
Maybe bashing her head against the wall or flying off the balcony would make her forget, or kill her. Taking a 6th shot, Anciana felt a hell of a buzz and slid open the balcony door to step on it, staring out in the night. It would be quick and painless since she was several stories up…and Anciana couldn't believe the thoughts floating through her mind right now. Suicide, she was actually wanting to commit suicide, just so she could forget about Mark fucking Calaway! Stumbling back into the room, Anciana dropped to the bed and buried her face in a pillow, screaming as loud and hard as she could, muffling it.
"Is it that bad, Ciana?" His voice was a dark caress, tinged with something almost regretful. "Does it hurt so deeply that you feel it might be something you'll never be rid of?"
Mark could relate to that, or perhaps, it was just the concussion she had given him talking. Honestly, after reflecting on their time together, after running her over – he would forever maintain that was an accident – he had reached the conclusion he had not been bad to Anciana. If anything, he had gone above and beyond for her. Sure, prior to her coming on the road, Mark had tormented the ever-loving hell out of her brother with snide remarks and comments the drunken idiot wasn't always able to decipher. However, to her, he'd been quite attentive. Camping, games, dinner and bonfires outside, watching movies with her, talking to Anciana about anything and everything, going above and beyond when she wanted to do things her way because it didn't feel right, which included her teasing and tormenting him until blue balls became part of the routine he had to deal with. He had lied, yes, but so had others and just reinforced it.
His voice was in her head now, taunting her, tormenting her and Anciana just cried harder, trying to get all the memories she had with Mark out of her head. The Monopoly game – what a low blow that'd been to send to her. The pool incident where she'd NEARLY given into him…though did anyway soon after. All the 'I love yous', all of the times she woke up in his arms…the camping trip, which was their first date… Mark had broken her in ways no human being should ever have to endure. Physically pain healed, but emotional and mental pain was much more excruciating.
"Go away, please…g-go away…" She whispered, clutching her head while rocking back and forth on the bed, fisting the robe in her other hand over her destroyed heart. "M-Make it stop…please make it stop…I can't…I can't take it…" Another scream muffled into the pillow as her body trembled, the tears streaming like a rapid river down her cheeks.
Anciana wasn't hearing him in her head, she was hearing him in the room. He had proven, several times, he had no problem with tracking her down and getting access to where she was staying. Mark even knew she had gone to see her parents, though he had also spotted Ken out patrolling with a gun and rather liked the feisty old man. He wouldn't force Williams senior into shooting him, and he knew exactly what that gun was for: shooting his ass.
"I can't," He whispered, towering over the bed, the pain in her voice cutting him in ways he hadn't realized were possible. "I wish I could, Ciana."
"Y-You promised me…You promised me you wouldn't break my heart…and hurt me. YOU PROMISED! YOU LIED TO ME! IT WAS ALL A LIE!" All of that was muffled, but it could be heard clearly.
She was nothing more than a game, a pawn in Taker's chess game, in order to get to her brother. It all boiled down to Taker's obsession over the WWF title and wanting to make Steve suffer. Anciana had been used and discarded like garbage, her virginity, her heart and spirit going with it. It wasn't until he brushed a tear away from her cheek did Anciana realize she wasn't alone. He wasn't in her head…HE WAS IN HER ROOM! Anciana snapped her head up from her face being buried in the pillow and locked eyes with the man who claimed to love her and protect her, teardrops splattering on her already tear-soaked pillow.
"It wasn't all a lie…" Mark whispered, reaching out to brush away another tear.
He was fully expecting to be hit again; she was more than a firecracker and had proven that. He hadn't broken her heart, her memories had resurfaced, and she hadn't been able to reconcile who she was with who she had been, including him. That was what had broken her. He would have continued on, they could have stayed the same, but only if and if's were not a very good variable.
"Not everything you felt was a lie, Ciana."
Her face was nothing more than a mess of tears, red and swollen, lifeless sky blues with red laced in them. Anciana hadn't slept well since this all went down, for obvious reasons. "Yes, it was. You…ran me over with a car. On purpose…"
Anciana backed away from him and stumbled to her feet, wiping her face of the excess tears. She did not want him here. Taker would just use her breakdown as leverage in this game with her brother and she wanted no part of it. How the hell did he even get in her room in the first place?!
"It doesn't matter all the good times we had together. It doesn't matter that I…" Grabbing her bottle of Tequila, Anciana didn't bother with the shot glass and took a swig of it from the bottle, the burning of her esophagus welcoming. "It doesn't matter that I loved you and gave myself to you every way…none of it matters because it was all a fucking lie. It was all built on a lie…" Taking the shot glass, she threw it as hard as she could against the wall, in the opposite direction of him, and watched it shatter into a million pieces.
"No." He argued firmly, moving around the bed until he was behind her, his body tense, waiting for the blow. She had beaned him earlier and split him open; he knew she'd do it again if she felt so inclined. "You know it wasn't all a lie, Ciana…" His hands slid up her arms, feeling that robe, until he was cupping her throat, feeling her swallow and bent down to inhale her scent.
"I-I don't know what to believe anymore…" Anciana remarked truthfully, looking up at the ceiling with fresh tears in her eyes and shut them, letting them flow down her cheeks.
She was at his mercy, not having the strength or energy to push him away right now. Her body responded to him and always had, even when she fought herself not to have sex with him. There was a reason she hadn't felt a connection right away…and it was because he had nearly killed her. Hell, he DID kill part of her, just not physically like he'd apparently been aiming for.
"End it…end me, if that's what you want. You wanted to kill me, why else would you run me over with a car? So just put an end to me already, Taker. Put me out of my misery…" At least the pain she currently felt would be gone.
"Regardless of what you think, Anciana, I did not MEAN to run you over. I was careless in my driving, I will give you that, but that was accidental." Mark asserted, staring down at her intently. "I was coming to see you… I had only found out about you…" They both knew his motives were less than altruistic. "You having amnesia… well… that was not my intention either, but…"
"Yes you did…you're manipulating me again! That's what you do! You manipulate and warp people's minds! I can't…" Anciana shook her head, trying to find some kind of willpower to break away from him, to get his hand off her throat, to not feel his touch or her heart break all over again. "You've mangled and twisted my mind…my heart…my spirit…you completely destroyed me…" Taker got what he wanted, he had turned her world upside down, even if he didn't mean to hit her with a car, even if it was an accident. No matter what, something of this magnitude would've happened and she was powerless to stop it. "You can't hurt me anymore than you already have or break me, Taker…I'm completely broken…"
"No, you're not, Ciana." He whispered, now hovering over her, but he didn't press his weight into hers, didn't stop her from taking any shots she wanted. Mark was wearing a cup tonight, liking his boys where they were and not lodged in his body, unless it was cold. "You're not broken, but you got to start processing, darlin'. You're not the same woman you were before that day, and you have to reconcile that." That wasn't something he could help with and he knew it.
"No, I'm not. Not at all. I'm a shell of my former self. I used to be driven and would've given ANYTHING to become a professional wrestler."
Short of actually stripping, which Anciana had contemplated a time or two because of her toned body. She was a virgin though, at the time, and didn't want to show her body off to a bunch of strangers for money. That didn't sit well with her, even though that's what women in the wrestling business did. It was a catch .22, but her passion for wrestling never ceased.
"You made me this way, even if you 'accidentally' hit me with your car. You were on your way to use me against my twin brother, who I hadn't seen in 18 years. All those stories you fabricated about our past together…those were memories I had longed for…and none of it was real. It was all a lie…and I don't know how to live with that. I don't know how to deal with this pain I'm in. I hate you, Mark." It was the first time she had called him by his actual name since this all went down. "I hate you for doing this to me…for making me love you and hurting me…" He whipped her around to face him, the tears never once stopping and didn't fight him off when his mouth captured hers. "I hate you…for making me love you…" Then, she kissed him this time, hard, fierce and passionate.
There was a lot of emotion in that kiss on her end and Mark could feel the hatred in it as well. The confusion, desperation, the anger, and most of all, the hatred. That was… expected, but at the same time, he felt something of his own cresting as a response. Those memories… of course, he had fabricated them, she had amnesia and he knew, while he hadn't done it for reasons that were good, he felt justified in blaming a small portion of it on that doctor. Not that none of it mattered because it didn't.
"Make new memories, Ciana," He whispered against her lips. "With me."
She didn't know if it was the copious amounts of Tequila in her system or his sweet words pleading with her, but Anciana pulled away from him, undid the tie on her robe and let it fall from her body. He had broken her already, she had nothing left to lose and they'd already had sex. Mark had taken her virginity, tricked her into surrendering to him, so what was the point in fighting?
"Stop with the sweet talk, we both know you really came here for one thing." Pushing the leather vest off his shoulders and down his arms, Anciana glided her nails down his chest none too gently and could see his acidic eyes smolder over, thunderous clouds in them, the same as her. "So take me, do whatever you want to me…"
Why did women think offering themselves up as martyrs was sexy? It wasn't. Anciana was beautiful, desirable, but Mark knew she didn't want him, not really, and she sure wasn't sober. If anything, fucking her now would fuel whatever was going on inside of her, that hatred. She reeked of tequila and it was with a lot of inner strength that he pried himself away from his temptation of a wife.
"Not like this, Ciana…"
"Why not? This is what you came here for, right? To coax me into bed and have your wicked way with me." Anciana stumbled, laughing and it was bone-chilling, not an ounce or shred of happiness in her tone. "I-I'm broken, shattered, just like you wanted…and now you don't want me? You make no sense, Taker. Just stop trying to manipulate me and being a gentleman and fuck me already. See, I'll even get in the position for you and make it easy for that cock of yours to slide inside of me." Another laugh echoed around the room as Anciana got on all fours, her backside in the air waiting to be penetrated. "Hell, fuck my ass if you want. You've taken me in every other position and hole anyway."
This wasn't her at all. Either way, he was screwed because, if Anciana remembered anything from tonight at all, she would remember him either taking advantage of her and, her ass, or she would be embarrassed because she had offered everything and then some up and he had spurned her. "Go to bed, Anciana, you're drunk." He ordered sternly, pushing her wiggling ass out of his way.
"Who would've thought the Undertaker, of all people, couldn't get it up when a woman actually throws herself at him?" Anciana slid from the bed, stumbling over to the nearly empty bottle of Tequila and finished it off, dropping it to the carpeted floor. She now had a 5th of Tequila in her system, no food and was plastered. "Fine, you don't wanna fuck me? I'll find someone else who does then." Swiping her robe from the floor, Anciana managed to slip it on and tied it loosely about her waist, laughing. "Maybe I'll let the bellhop in, order some late room service and let him have his way with me. Yeah – yeah that sounds good…" Stumbling over to the nightstand, Anciana grabbed the phone and laid on the bed, trying to clear her blurry vision. "Now where is that zero…?"
Rolling his eyes, he grabbed the back of the phone and disconnected it. "Right here, darlin'."
Mark then guided her finger to the zero, watching as she began trying to get someone on the dead line. Shaking his head, he slipped into the bathroom to start drawing the shower. Anciana drunk was… a bad idea. He was beginning to think the Williams' children had alcohol problems, which parent had been the alcoholic. Mark hadn't taken offense to her comments about getting it up, she was drunk and going to run her mouth. He also wasn't about to lay hands on her; this was dangerously close to Julia territory and the last thing he needed was to be seen coming out of this room after she had done something to herself.
Just as Taker came out of the bathroom, Anciana had managed to make it to the door, since her phone wasn't working, and was pulled back, the door closing. A few seconds with her kicking and clawing had her in an ice cold shower, with robe on, as Taker held her underneath them to make the sprays hit her directly in the face. It wasn't until she began sputtering and coughing that he released her, making her slump against the shower wall and floor, the pain returning. It was more intense than before, the euphoric numb gone that the alcohol gave her.
"W-Why?" Anciana was back to crying again, burying her face in her hands and felt the sprays shut off, releasing her pain all over again. She couldn't even talk or yell at him, just curled up in the shower and sobbed, her entire body trembling from both the pent-up emotions and the icy water.
Because he was an asshole. Because as interesting as taking her drunken ass sounded, he knew better. Because Mark wasn't prepared to deal with the rage of Anciana Williams in the morning or be called a rapist. Because maybe there was a sliver of something good in him that wasn't going to take advantage, period. Because he loved her. He didn't know, he just knew sex with her, while she was drunk, was a bad idea. Sighing, Mark grabbed a handful of towels, guiding her up, divesting her of the robe and wrapped her in the towels instead. He wasn't sure 'why' anymore himself.
How could someone as cold and vindictive as this man still be warm to the touch? Anciana leaned against him, his arms encircling her waist and felt his hot breath on her neck, soaking in the warmth as much as she could. The tears still fell down her cheeks silently, droplets landing on his arms and Anciana sniffled, not sure what to think or even say. Lifting her in his arms, Taker carted her out to the bed and gently lay her down while he sifted through her clothes and pulled out a midnight blue nightgown along with fresh garments. She hadn't bothered putting any clothes on, just the robe when she took a shower earlier. Pulling her up, Anciana lifted her arms as he first put her bra and panties on before the nightgown, laying her back down. All the crying, screaming and drinking she'd done took its toll as her eyes closed with Taker still in the room, unable to stay awake.
Anciana was out cold and he had to wonder if she was going to remember any of this. Sighing, Mark stood up, eyes on that tequila bottle and shook his head. How many times had she gotten herself plastered since getting all her memories back? Then, his eyes narrowed to acidic slits. How many men had she drunkenly called to fuck her? The Ciana he knew may have pulled something like that… probably not. Cursing under his breath, he stormed out of the room, leaving her to sleep it off. Now HE needed a drink.
