After the show, Drusilla picked up her bags and walked out of the main arena. She traipsed in anger over to her car and yanked open the door, throwing her bag quickly into the back seat. She pulled herself into the car and started it up, turning her head as she heard someone calling her name. She turned to see Triple H as he knelt beside the car.
"Listen, I'm really sorry about your mom."
Drusilla didn't even stay to hear the rest. She pressed her
foot down on the gas petal and sped out of the parking lot towards her hotel, where
she would presumably spend her night alone. 'She's not my mother…she never
was…never will be…don't know why she tries…don't know why HE tries…" she
thought, thinking of her father as she made her way to her room. She stopped
only to sign some autographs before continuing on in silence. 'Petty little
minds idolizing me…wanting to know my every aspect…I'm too much for them to
handle,' she thought as she pushed the key into the door and closed it behind
her. She sank down into the bed and soon slept in silence.
She awoke to the pounding on her door late the next
afternoon. She had pulled herself to the door and lightly tugged it open, only
to find herself staring at the Texas Rattlesnake. "What the fuck do you want?"
Stone Cold held up four beers and smiled a bit, "Regal's
gonna put us in a match for the taping tomorrow and he suggested that I run
down this hallway and talk it over with you."
Drusilla nodded and let him in, shutting the door and then
sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs. "So…me against you, huh? What the
hell is that man on?"
Austin smiled a bit and popped open two of the beers,
handing Drusilla one and sitting down in one of the other chairs with the
other. "We've got a ten minute time frame and he wants us to use it all. I
don't know what we're gonna put in between but I want you…I'm asking you to pin
me after some really good moves. Basically, I wanna end the rivalry between me
and your dad since me and Hunter are splitting cause we lost the belts on Raw.
There's no need for us to rival with Deadman Inc. anymore, you see what I'm
saying?" he watched as she nodded.
"Here's the deal. One on one. No weapons. No chairs. No
chains. No belts. No nothing." Dru stated, "I wanna kick your ass fair and
square I guess. Show the crowd that we don't need weapons to kick ass." She
smiled a bit, 'or just to show that I can kill you one on one you dumb snake..'
she thought.
Austin nodded. They discussed the rest of the match and after a while, he stood and walked towards the door. As he stepped out, he called, "Keep the beers." He smiled as he walked off, with thoughts of the woman behind Deadman Inc. fresh on his mind.