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The car therefore was able to start in an atmosphere of incomprehensive dementia, and as they went away, Amelia watched the building, wide-eyed, completely pale. She lost someone again. She did not even have the strength to cry anymore. Despite her young age, the girl realized the disaster that had just occurred.
A torrential rain crashed down and the sky began to darken even more.
A couple of moments , the shed exploded.
And Amelia screamed.
A couple of time before.
The silence suddenly fell as the conversations shut down and everyone's eyes turned on him. Mark stopped before them, a grin on his face as he seethed with rage. Those looks full of pity still disgusted more than anything.
As he tightened his grip on his bag and continued his way, he was surprised to see a person separate himself from the crowd. He looked with piercing eyes the man, shorter than him, who had dared to interfere.
His eyes narrowed when he saw the belt kept on the man's shoulder.
Taker's eyes lit up for a moment and he pointed with one finger the precious belt, before gently patting it. He looked one more time at the man standing proudly here.
So it was Shamrock who recovered the title after his departure ? Of course, who else? The man was Vince's puppy, but everyone loved him.
Mark sniffed and removed his hand from the belt bitterly.
It belonged to him and he would not let this insignificant wretch keep it longer.
Ken, like everyone, learned the tragic news of the accident.
In fact, the event had seriously affected everyone in the WWF and even if the deadman was so intimidating to the others, he had to share everyone's sadness and sympathy to Mark.
« Mark ... I'm sorry ... »
The deadman froze, and his face became disfigured by anger.
Obviously, Ken was like the others and did not leave the lot.
« Shut your mouth Shamrock. I do not need your excuses ! »
He turned and watched everyone else, everybody was frozen.
« Keep your pity for you. I'm not stupid and I don't need everybody's insignificant words. Go back to your shitty conversations. «
He pushed the wrestler who turned and watched him leave, full of compassion. As the man disappeared, Shamrock felt as if he could perfectly understand the deadman's feels.
Thoughtful, he was shocked to observe the change in his rival's behavior.
In addition to his already cold character, Mark became hot-blooded like never before.
The champion always got to know a cold yet respectful Mark, who had always been dark and calculator but never so angry and his gaze never so icy in the past.
He turned to the others,while the conversations resumed and he relaxed slowly, taking back his proud posture as the WWF Champion.
He simply shook his shoulders and leaned against the wall, patting his belt.
"Well! Gotta be interesting "
If only he knew.
A couple of minuts later.
Vince McMahon always thought he was a decent and intelligent man, he knew what was best for the company, what was best for his employees, and above all, what was best for the business.
That's why he couldn't stand being contradicted.
This is also why when the Undertaker, one of the emblematic figures of his empire, arrived in his office, Mr. McMahon was more than happy at first.
His accident had been more than problematic for the firm and if it had not been Taker, Mr Chairman would have taken a quick and drastic solution.
Because no one dared to interfere with his decisions, the man forged a pride like no one else.
But when his office was almost completely decimated by the anger of the deadman because of the schedule he had planned for him, Vince did not even have the time to feel his pride be wounded.
Everything happened so quickly that the man had remained stuck in his chair all along with the impression that the pressure had multiplied by 100.
He was now trying in vain to replace the broken canvas behind his desk when he was forcefully pushed back in his chair.
« You think I'll sit gently and let those idiots bickering for a title which BELONG to me ?! You think I have nothing else to do! Eh, eh,.. I will get my title back tonight McMahon ! »
Mark was out of it.
When the man had told him he would be spending the next few weeks fighting against some worthless wrestlers, his anger rose at its maximum.
« Mark .. Mark » Vince laughed nervously, trying to fix things.
« Yes .. Mark .. Mark .. That's it .. »
The man walked around the desk, shooting in a vase and stoped in front of Vince, his hand still pressed on his boss's table.
He watched a picture on the wall in front of him and pretended to think, biting his lip. His face seemed to relax and he looked back the WWF's director.
« Tell me Vince, we're old friends now, aren't we? »
The older found himself nodding automatically, as if he could not control his movements.
« Well, then you will do me a favor... I want a match against Ken Shamrock tonight »
Vince blinked and tried to get up, only to be pushed back again on his chair
« Impossible ! Mark! He just got it ! What would the fans do if he were to lose it ! »
The Phenom pinched the bridge of his nose, more than frustrated.
Damn McMahons.
« You think I care about your fans? I'll get the World heavyweight championship title tonight. And your fans will love seeing this supposed champion crawling at my feet, begging me not to make him suffer too much »
Vince did not understand either what happened to Mark's attitude.
It was the first time the man was adressed in that tone and above all by the Undertaker.
« Mark, calm down... Take your time to put your ideas back in place, don't worry... you'll recover your title... But- »
« I am calm... Very calm ... You better organize my match tonight or I'll do it my way. Understood ? »
And the Undertaker disappeared as fast as the situation got worse.
Vince leaned back a little in his seat, breathing deeply.
He groaned and closed his eyes. Troubles had just begun.
And it did not look good for business.
A few hours later.
« Amelia ! Calm down… Darling ... It's just a nightmare... »
Stephanie was preparing for the show tonight in her personal locker room.
She and Amelia had toured the Arena and the girl made herself a new friend with the young McMahon quickly.
After the visit, they returned to the locker room and Stephanie had set the TV for the youngest to watch.
When she heard the cry, the young adult rushed to Amelia and began to panic when she found the girl crying.
« Just a nightmare ... All is fine ! Look... You're in the locker room with me ! »
Amelia was sobbing in her friend's arms and as she tried to calm herself, she started to remember the nightmare she just woke up from.
She was in a car, seeing fire everywhere, a big explosion, but mostly this terrible feeling of sadness who made her cry.
Slowly opening her eyes, she relaxed. She was not in this cold car anymore.
« Do you feel better? »
She nodded quietly and Stephanie chuckled.
Amelia was really cute and she still could not believe that this girl could be the Terrible Undertaker's. They had nothing in common.
Stephanie sat down on the sofa and placed the girl on her lap, and looking up, she watched the clock.
« Oh ! It's going to begin ! »
Grabbing the remote, the woman quickly changed the channel while watching Amelia, a smile on her face.
« Your father plays tonight! I'm excited ! »
Receiving no answer, Stephanie arched an eyebrow and ruffled Amelia's hair.
« You're no excited ? Your father is a great wrestler »
« I do not like my dad. He's the worst »
« Come on Amelia... He's a real badass in the ring »
« It doesn't change the fact that he's the worst dad ever »
Stephanie's smile faded and she watched Amelia, understanding the young girl's feelings. When you have a father who puts his company before you, anger was legitimate...
But over the years, Stephanie had come to realize the difficulty of the role of his father and the sacrifices he made everyday, and she couldn't blame him for that.
« Your dad is awesome, I'm sure Amelia. He may bother you sometimes but he'll always take the right decisions for you. Believe me... »
She smiled at her and Amelia felt suddenly lost in her thoughts.
She was having a hard time admitting that Stephanie's words were true, maybe because of the pride, the arrogance she inherited from her father.
Simple shooking her shoulders, the girl watched the television with some impatience.
It was true that her father was badass in the ring.
Two hours later.
All lights went off as the Undertaker's infamous theme started.
Mark closed his eyes for a moment and walked before the Oklahoma's public a grin on his face.
He stopped and looked dangerously the ring before walking again, taking his time.
The audience was electrifying and nobody expected the return of the Deadman. People were chanting and shouting, like animals.
While he advanced ringide, the man glared at the audience before turning his attention back to the ring, climbing the metallic stairs, reflecting some kind of dark and sickening charm. Mark was imposing respect and he knew it.
The light then restored and Mark found himself in the middle of the ring.
As the music turned off, the cries, howls and the boos duplicated themselves.
The man looked at the public, ignoring the screams and to snatch the micro from the hands of the advertiser, throwing him a dark look.
« Once again ... the gates of hell opened »
He turned and Looked at the entrance way.
« Welcome to hell's playground Ken Shamrock, welcome to a path of Suffering ! »
« You have taken what is mine. You have taken my title ... And worst ... You have taken it without facing me-even. You see Austin ... » he shouted in a deadly tone.
He was jubilant, already imagining all the suffering he would be inflicting to the wrestler.
He would finally be able to unleash his ultimate hatred that he kept for weeks in the depths of him. His eyes lit up as he continued.
« I dislike being fooled. I will conquer what does belong to me. And I will do it tonight. Come to me ! Come and face your destiny. »
The audience began to aclaim him, everyone was screaming, shouting the names of the two wrestlers, calling for blood.
The minutes passed slowly, and the Phenom had not moved an inch.
His bored gaze scanned the entrance and he did not hide his dissatisfaction for the lack of respect the wrestler was showed him by not responding to his call.
Fuming with anger, he watched again the crowd and started to speak again when his opposant's theme sounded in the arena. His hand fell along his body and his eyes focused on Ken Shamrock.
The current champion did not even know what took him to accept the proposal of Vince McMahon. Bravery ? Unconsciousness? Maybe both.
All he knew while he approached more and more his enemy was that he should have thought about it twice.
Launching his belt under the rope, Ken Shamrock slipped onto the ring and caught back his title.
After a short look at the deadman he climbed up the rope under the frenetic aplaudissements of the public.
He smiled nervously and went down again a moment later, returning to reality by giving carefully the desired belt to the referee.
Taker threw the microphone away and pulled on his gloves in a dangerous manner. He would win the match and Shamrock would pay no matter what.
The deadman always kept his promises.
The two men, opposed to each other were trading cold looks, and when the blister rang, they pounced one on another.
« The Undertaker made his return to WWE after a month of absence ! »
Exclaimed Jim Ross from the announce table.
« And what a comeback from the Deadman ! A match for the title of heavyweight champion ! Exciting ! »
Mark quickly began to throw violent punches Ken as he took advantage of the situation. While his opponent backed under the furious kicks, the deadman crushed him fiercely against the right corner of the ring, making Ken cut his breath.
Moaning, the man slowly opened his eyes and saw the deadman, a mocking smile on his face.
As he tried to crush one more time Ken Shamrock, the shorter man managed to kick him in the face at the right time, making him growl and step back.
Suddenly Shamrock let himself fall and escape the ring quickly, trying to earn a couple of seconds to recover, shouting everyone to shut up as the audience booed him.
While the champion was busy recovering outside, the referee started tp count while pleading Taker not to leave the ring too.
« You're scared Shamrock ? »
Taker shouted, leaning on the third rope, a hand on his jaw.
« Shut it you're fucking punk ! »
The deadman looked at him, his brow wrinkled. He wasn't happy being called a Punk.
Mark cursed the man as he breathed and pushed the referee nonchalantly, going out of the platform to deal with him.
« A suicidal one, are not you eh ? »
Grabbing Ken by his air and punching him one more time in the face, he throwed him with all his strenght against the metal stairs many time, enjoying the cry of pain his opponent was making.
The man then fell on his knees, in front of him, pleading the deadman to stop. Unfortunately, Mark found himself disgusted by this act and rejected his request with a kick in the poor champion's chest.
Leaning, he removed the covers from the platform and quickly found a chair that he threw over himself. Shortly after, he seized back Ken's hair and threw him entirely onto the ring before climbing back and grasping the metallic flesh which was on the ring's floor.
He watched the man on the floor, the referee was checking his condition and Mark cracked his neck.
The crowd was practically exploding and craving for Mark's coming act. Mark simply nodded, promising everyone he was going to do it.
As the seconds ticked by, The Phenom waited for Shamrock to stand so he could finish him for good and allow himself to savor this moment. His smirk widened in a sadistic grin.
« Hurry now... » He said in a dead tone.
As he approached Shamrock, ready to end him, the arena went completely dark, surprising the deadman who turned in the titantron's direction.
« What is going on?! » He growled, fuming.
The huge screen began to lighten more and more, and the screaming crowd went deadly quiet at the sight of the person in front of them.
The deadman dropped the chair and ran a hand across his face, wide-eyed, completely lost and out of himself. Shaking his head, he watched the screen as the lights returned. It couldn't be possible. It was a nightmare. He knew who the man was, he perfectly knew. He shouted, taking a step back and nearly snatching his own hair.
« NOT YOU, No.. »
« Ooooh Yessss ! »
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