The bell rang. Drusilla squared off with Steve and quickly brought him into a headlock with no effort at all. She felt weightless and needed no energy to choke the air out of him as he turned the move into a back body drop. He had his few moments of glory, five to be exact, when he executed a power bomb, some punches, a few kicks, and a stunner that he missed. Dru wasn't letting him off easily and soon she had him in a Boston Crab. She smiled a bit as she heard his cries from the pain. She sighed in boredom and released the move as he reached the rope. He was hers with her right hooks and left jabs she had picked up from the Deadman himself, her father Mark. 'Where is Mark,' she thought as she delivered a DDT to Steve, and then remembered, 'Oh yeah, he's with Sara.' Damn, she had almost forgotten. With a few boots to him midsection, Dru had Steve under control and was about to dominate. She wanted to be the first woman in the history of the WWF to execute a chokeslam on the infamous Stone Cold Steve Austin. Then she frowned, remembering she was not the first as images of the Big Show crossed her mind. She laughed inside her head and looked back at the Rattlesnake. Now was her chance. And she had him, he was breathing heavily. She grabbed him by the neck and lifted him in the air, smashing him down to the mat. This one would be in the books. She climbed the ropes and waited on the top turnbuckle for him to stand.
Steve stumbled too his feet. He because a bit worried when
he didn't see Drusilla on the mats anywhere. His face showed it. He turned
slowly to meet a flying clothesline. 'There she is,' he thought.
Infiltrated by the roaring of the crowd in her head, Drusilla set up for the Last Ride. People would say that she was the next Chyna, for executing power bombs and chokeslams on men more than twice her size. Drusilla laughed at Chyna. She could kill Chyna in a second if she wanted to. She lifted him to her shoulders with no effort and then slammed him down, bouncing backward a bit as the "Texas Rattlesnake" hit the mat with a thud. She smiled and dropped to her knees. Maintaining her look of happiness, she hooked Austin's leg and bobbed her head at the "One…two…three!" She could still hear the announcers screaming as she walked towards the back where she stopped for a few minutes to talk to Molly Holly about some skills and what not. She looked over at the bunch of wrestlers parting as Austin and Helmsley walked over to her. Molly scattered as Austin glared at her. His face was hard and full of anger.
Austin stepped right up to Drusilla and stared into her
eyes. He backed her against the wall where he stood breathing heavily, he gaze
set on her eyes.
Hunter smirked as he stood next to Austin. He slapped his
palm against the wall to keep the young Calloway from running. He noticed that
a camera was taping all of this.
"We said nothing about the Last Ride, Little Calloway,
dear," Austin stated. He was pretty pissed off and he knew that Dru could
sense it. "Nothing was said about your executing the Last Ride on me…ME! Stone
Cold Steve Austin! I don't deserve that!" He was yelling in her face. His
attention turned as the crowd of fellow wrestlers again parted for someone
else. His eyes widened as he looked into the dark eyes of Gwendolyn Calloway.
Now it was Dru's turn to look damn pissed and she was doing
it well. The camera was on her and Steve as he and Hunter stepped away.
Austin swallowed air quickly.
"Apologize!" Gwen spat out.
Austin turned back to look at Drusilla, as did Triple H,
"S—sorry." They chorused. The left as Gwen told them to, not looking back or
arguing with her.
Drusilla stepped forward away from the wall and right up to
her sister, the way Steve had done to her. She raised her palms and shoved her
sister back a few feet.
"What the fuck, Drusilla? I was helping you."
"The only way I would ever need your help, Gwendolyn,
dearest, would be if I were out of my mind, and trust me, I'm not there yet."
She walked off down the hallways as they did the closing shot of the night.
'Stupid bitch,' she thought as she drove out of the arena and back to the
hotel. She passed by the wrestlers making their way to their own rooms for the
night as she walked towards her own hotel room that she was sharing with her
father. When she opened the door, she found herself glaring into the eyes of
not only Mark, but Sara as well, "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked.
"I heard your comments to your uncle on Smackdown,
Drusilla," Mark started to say.
"You lied to our mother," she interrupted. "You told her
before she died that you would always make sure that we were safe and happy.
That me and Gwendolyn, and even Xavier, would always be happy. We know for a
fact that Gwendolyn sure as hell isn't happy with you anymore. Why don't you ask
me if I'm happy?"
"Are you happy with me, Drusilla?" Mark asked. His eyes
were saddened, fixed on the anger in his daughter's eyes. This was truly
hurting him.
Dru picked up her coat, which she had left in the room
before leaving for the arena that afternoon. She backed out of the room, still
staring into his eyes. "No, Daddy. I'm not happy anymore." She shut the door
and walked down the hall. There were tears falling from her eyes.
Mark looked back at Sara. There was regret in his eyes as
he looked down at her casted arm, "I don't know what to do anymore. I kinda
feel like everything I do if wrong for them. Both of them."
Sara looked up into his eyes. There were glistening as if
her were about cry, but she knew that Mark would never cry in front of anyone.
That was a weakness for him, crying. "Have you ever cried in front of them?"
she asked in a soft tone.
"What?" Mark looked at her funny.
"Have you ever cried in front of them?" She repeated in the
same tone. She knew that for Mark, admitting he had cried to someone was worse
than actually crying in front of them. She smiled lightly as he turned away.
"I've learned something in the time that I've know you, Mark. To you, crying is
a weakness. The reason why you won't answer me is because you think admitting
that you've got a weakness is just like crying in front of someone."
"I don't have any weaknesses."
"Yes you do. Your daughters are you weaknesses. Drusilla
and Gwendolyn. Maybe even this Xavier that Dru mentioned. But they are your
weaknesses. You'd do anything for them."
"Where are you going with this, Sara? What are you trying
to say?" Mark asked. He was confused now, and feeling weaker than ever.
Sara thought for a moment. In truth, even she didn't know
what she was trying to say, but she knew what she had to do. "Even I don't know
what I'm trying to say to you, Mark. You made a promise to their mother before
she died. You swore to her that you would keep those girls content. You know
now, and I know, that ever since we were married, they haven't been content at
all. Now, you now know me, and I believe that if you make a promise to someone,
you should keep it unless it sacrifices your happiness."
"So you're saying you want to leave," Mark stated. His
hands gripped his waist.
"I'm not saying I want to, I'm saying it's the best thing
right now. It's best for u all. Gwendolyn, me, you and Drusilla…"
"Drusilla is twenty one. Her sister is even older than
that. She needs to learn to live on her own. She has to learn that life isn't
all happiness and flowers."
"Mark, judging from what she's been put through over the
past ten years, she knows that by now. And speaking of the past ten years,
there's only really one thing that Drusilla needs…and I'd say that all she
needs is her father back."
"I can't be the father I once was for her." Mark was
getting angry. Angry at the fact that Sara was leaving him and angry at the
fact that he knew she was right.
"No, that's right Mark, you can't. But you can be there for
her like you haven't been all these years. I mean look at you. Even you aren't
happy anymore. Things have gone downhill for us all ever since I married you.
Now, I'm not gonna dray you and your family through a helluva divorce, but I do
think it's best that we end this now and that you go find your daughter. And
have you yet to notice that her favorite flower is a black rose?" She spat out.
It was for spite in return to his happiness and flowers comment. She wasn't too
happy with her decision to leave her husband, but she knew in her heart that it
was the right thing to do.
Mark looked at her as she picked up her coast and limped
out of the room, mumbled something about her lawyer contacting him as soon as
possible. Mark sat down for a few minutes sighed as he stood back up. He knew
all the rooms that the other wrestlers had been staying in and he wanted to go
ask them if they had seen Dru. No one in the McMahon-Helmsley-Austin clique had
seen her since the taping. Neither had Rikishi, Too Cool, the Hardyz, Joanie,
Irvine, Benoit, Adam, Jay, Mick, Tazz…Mark was beginning to lose hope. He came
upon the last door, that of X-Factor, after two hours. He looked at it with no
hope. He knocked lightly on the door.
From inside the room, Sean looked up at the door and then
looked back to see that John and Justin were there with him. He stood and
walked over to it, pulling it open and stepping back at the sight of the
Undertaker.
"You seen my daughter?" Mark asked. He sighed as Sean shook
his head no.
Justin looked over at Mark and smiled a bit, "I saw her
about two hours ago on the roof. I followed her up there after I saw her run up
the stairs. She was crying and shit and I asked her what was wrong but she said
that she didn't want to talk about it and she wanted to be alone. Said she
needed the night air to clear her head."
Mark smiled and nodded a bit, mumbling thanks and walked
towards the door marked "ROOF." He pulled it open and started up the few
flights of stars. When he reached the top, he saw that the door was ajar.
'Probably to keep her from getting locked out,' he thought. He pushed it open
lightly; making sure that it didn't shut all the way behind him. He looked
around. When he didn't see his daughter he became a bit worried. Then, he
turned his head to the corner of the building and there she was, perched on the
edge as if she were a crow or raven. He walked over to her quietly and sat down
next to her. He looked down at his hands and the twelve stories that separated
them from the ground. "Justin said you'd be up here."
"Snitch. I'll have to find someone else to tell next time,"
she said with a small smirk. "She left. Why?" she said, referring to Sara.
"She's leaving for good," Mark countered. He finally looked
up into her eyes. They looked almost black in the moonlight. "She told me that she
believed that when a person makes a promise to someone, they should keep it no
matter what unless it sacrifices their happiness. She pointed out the fact that
you guys haven't been happy and I haven't been happy since we were married…and
it's even worse for you because you barely knew your mother. And me marrying
Sara just made it worse for you."
Drusilla looked over into her father's eyes. They were sad.
She sat down, dangling her legs over the side of the building, saying nothing,
just waiting for her father to continue.
"She thinks it's best if we split. Then she left. I sat
down for a few minutes, and you wanna know something?"
"What?" Dru asked.
Mark swallowed and took a deep breath, "I cried. Only for a
few minutes. Because I knew she was right and I don't want to lose you. Or your
sister." He looked over at her, "You look a helluva lot like your mother." He
commented.
Drusilla felt tears falling from her eyes, "I'm sorry."
Mark smiled a bit as he felt a tear cascading down his own
cheek. He wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from falling and brushed
away her tears with his free hand. "No, it's okay. It's a good thing. When I
said that you needed to learn to live on your own, Sara said that the only
thing you needed was to catch up on the past ten years with me. That's when she
left."
Drusilla shifted so that her back rested against her
father's chest. "You know for the first time in ten years, I think I feel
safe."
Mark smiled, "Good. I'm glad," he replied. As soon enough,
as he sat with his daughter that night on the rooftop with the wind blowing
through their hair, Mark too began to feel safe as well…and happy.
As they stood, warmly embraced on the roof, the door flew
open. A dark figure stood before them.
"Hello, Father."