Mark made his way to the arena, the show was starting in an hour. He made his way to the locker room, as he was making his way there he saw something which sparked his interest.
"Hello hello, what have we got here?" he mused quietly to himself as he got off his bike. He walked closer to the pair of people talking near the Parking Lot arena entrance. It was Amy and Glen. Talking to each other. "What d'you know, the big bastard decided to get off his ass and do something.
"Hey you two," Mark said as he approached the laughing pair. "What you talking about?
"I was just telling Amy about what you and Rose did to each other when you were on vacation," Glen chuckled.
"Mark, you're a bully," Amy laughed. Mark groaned and looked at Glen with mock indignation.
"Where have I heard that before?" he asked. Glen pretended to look embarrassed. Mark laughed. "Why am I always the bad guy?" he added. "She started it."
Glen and Amy howled with laughter. Mark looked at them, wondering what on earth they were smoking.
"Well, Mark, Amy, I'll see you two later, I'm off to get ready," Glen said. He smiled and left.
As soon as Glen was out of earshot Mark took Amy to oneside.
"Amy," he said, with a bit of gravity leaking through his voice. "Are you seeing anyone at the moment?"
"No I'm not," Amy said. She looked like she clicked on and blushed a bit. "Mark, I'm flattered, but you're not my type."
"No no no, not me," Mark laughed. She had actually thought he was asking her out. She looked considerably relieved. Mark wasn't sure whether or not to be offended. He rattled on. "But someone I know."
"Who?" Amy asked, intrigued. Mark "Undertaker" Calaway wasn't exactly famous for keeping...subtle...friends.
"Glen." Mark said flatly. "Glen?" Amy echoed. "Glen." Mark repeated. "Glen!" Amy replied. "As in..."Kane" Glen!" Mark blustered. "But..he's...wierd," Amy replied.
"I thought you might say that," Mark said, finally clicking on as to why Amy had needed so much confirmation that they were talking about the same person.
"Well..." Amy's voice softened. Mark looked at her, trying to read her suddenly mysterious expression.
"Listen," Mark said, guessing she was going to do something. "Don't tell him I let you know this, cause he had no idea I was going to"
For a moment, Amy thought Mark was about to say Glen would kill him. She laughed, looking ever more enigmatic. "Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret."
"Thanks, Amy," Mark replied. He made to leave. "No, thankyou," she called after him. Mark stopped in his tracks, turned, and eyed her suspiciously. "What are you gonna pull?" Mark asked, curiosity peaked. "You'll see tonight, after he 'saves' me from you." Mark raised an eyebrow. Whatever was going to happen, it definitely wasn't in the script.
Later that night, Mark found himself feeling like perhaps Handicap matches weren't his thing. Matt Hardy charged towards him with suicidal speed, only to have his face collide with Mark's foot. Mark threw the Hardyz around the ring, feeling more like he was playing a human game of Hoop-La than wrestling. Jeff made to jump on Mark from the top rope, but Mark intercepted him by grabbing him around the neck and dragging him off the turnbuckle onto his feet. Matt attempted to come to his brother's aid, only to have Mark's other hand clamp around his neck. Mark stepped up the theatrics. Holding the two squirming carolinans in his hands, he pulled out the signature grin and wide-eyed stare. The crowd responded with raucous screams. He walked around the ring, holding the two for a few seconds, then lifted them high into the air. "Smile for the cameras, boys," Mark said to the choking people above him, shortly before bringing them crashing down to the canvas.
Mark hauled himself to his knees, took a few deep breaths, thought "How the hell can something so tiny be so heavy?" and collapsed between Matt and Jeff, covering both of them for a three-count. But once the ref raised Mark's hand, he wasn't done.
Mark shook the referee's arm off, delivering a sharp blow to his face. "Earl, how the hell do you take all this punishment?" He idly wondered. Then he advanced on the Hardyz, who were still prone on the mat. Mark wrapped a hand around Jeff's neck and dragged him to his feet. He frog-marched Jeff to the edge of the ropes, by his neck.
As he knew was eventually going to happen, Lita jumped on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Mark dropped Jeff to the mat, grabbed a handful of Lita's hair, and dragged her over his head. He left her on the floor for a few seconds so she could absorb the impact, then wrapped a hand around her neck, kneeling next to her.
"I'm still waiting for that surprise of yours," Mark said, out of breath.
"You'll see...in a minute...just don't break me." Amy choked. Mark loosened the hold on her neck a little to let her breathe.
"Alright, up on my count. One...two..THREE!"
Mark hefted Amy up onto her feet. She felt almost no pain but faked it for the crowd anyway.
"Faker..." Mark said, evil grin still plastered to his face.
"You should see what I can do in the bedroom," Amy joked. Mark struggled not to laugh. He lifted her up, into the air. "Showtime."
On cue, Glen's music exploded through the air, along with his pyro. In full mask-costume, Glen began to advance slowly down the ramp toward the ring. Mark released Amy, staring at the Mask, trying to focus on the eye slits. As he did, Kane climbed the side of the ring, stepped over the ropes, and faced Mark in the middle of the ring.
"Nice of you to show up," Mark whispered to Glen.
"This mask itches like a bastard," Glen complained.
"Get on with it," Mark said.
The crowd, oblivious to their little jokes, thought the two were staring into each other's souls in some supernatural battle of wills. Glen's arms came up, and then down, and the ring posts burst into flames for a few seconds.
Lita lay against the bottom rope, in the centre of the ropes, looking confused. Mark glanced at her, knowing that it was all theatrics. It was Glen that was in for the real surprise.
Mark decided to make his exit. After staring at Glen for a few moments, he said "bye, then," in an undertone, and walked to the side of the ring, stepping between the ropes and leaving up the entrance ramp.
Inside the ring, Glen stared at his back, watching him leave. Amy knew this was her chance. She also knew that the show had stopped broadcasting. This meant a very special treat for those people in the arena. She got up, and walked over to Glen. She stared up into the mask, all that was exposed by the accessory were Glen's lips.
She put her hands either side of his face, pulled him down to hers, and kissed him passionately.