The following night, Mark and Drusilla entered the arena in what looked to be Drusilla's 1969 Shelby GT 500. Dru was dressing differently, in some bootleg jeans and a blank tank top that showed her figure. They laughed about something as they grabbed their bags from the back and started towards the door to enter. Were they expecting to be met by Vince, Triple H, Austin, and Stephanie first? Most likely not.
"Undertaker! Undertaker!" Vince called out as the Dead Man
and his daughter approached. He smiled a bit as Mark and Drusilla stepped
closer. "Undertaker, Drusilla, we wanted to talk to you." He looked at the
young woman that stood at the massive Dead Man's side. "Speaking on behalf of
the McMahon family and the World Wrestling Federation, we wanted to welcome you
to the WWF, Drusilla." He swallowed some air as he watched the femme fatal
glare at him and his new family.
Triple H stared at the young woman in interest, no longer
worrying about Steph. Dru was prettier than his wife, but then again so was the
biggest whore you could find in New York City. There was just something about
her, something more enticing. Something daring him to wonder about her.
Mark looked down at the Game as he stared at his daughter.
He looked back at Drusilla, who still hadn't said anything yet.
"Uh…yeah…whatever," Dru replied as she and her father
pushed past the welcoming wagon. She smirked at her father as they continued
down the hallways toward their locked room, where their dropped their bags onto
the floor.
Mark stared around the high-class locker room, which had
come with the main event status that he'd earned. "Damn," he breathed.
"Damn is right," Dru said as she looked at the black
leather chairs. "So what the hell was that back there?"
"That was out worst enemies."
Drusilla nodded, "I'm gonna go grab some drinks." She
walked out of the room and down the long empty hallway towards the simple table
that stood covered with a variety of food and drinks. She stopped and stared at
the minor selection of coffee, soda, or beer. She grabbed four beers and
started back down the hall to the locker room.
Austin looked at Drusilla heading in his direction with
four of 'his' beers. He purposely bumped into her and smirked a bit as she
glared into his eyes. "Stealing my beers?" he grabbed them from her hands and
followed her gaze down to his hands. He glared back at her and his features
tensed as she snatched the beer back.
"If you don't want someone like me to take 'em don't leave 'em
sitting there on the table." She shoved him into the wall as she passed by him.
She smirked at Debra, who was smiling at her and mouthing the word 'nice' from
down the hall. She walked into her dressing room and tossed her father two of
the beers and sank down into the couch.
"Beer?"
"Nothing more tempting than the beer of a Rattlesnake," she
replied and smiled as her father laughed.