The stagehands hastily called for an intermission as they set up the cell while Viluppo Ivory and Sunny waited in the gorilla area. They told King to stall. The Tennessee native was more than happy to help them out seeing as he could catch up on some of the interviews he'd wanted to do. One particular one the former wrestler was itching to do, questioning Paul Bearer on his relationship to Kane. It was easy enough to find the lard infested manager skulking around in a locker room assigned to him and Kane. However the big red machine was nowhere to be found.
This was a bonus in the ring announcer's not so humble opinion. King didn't relish the thought of getting attacked by 'little brother'. The interview started off simple enough seeing as it didn't take much to get the greedy little bastard to talk. And it was even more surprisingly easy to get the portly benefactor to talk about Kane's origins. It seemed that ol' Mrs. Calloway was drunken one day and Paul whom had been Mr. Calloway's assistant at the time had slept with her. To say the least the former wrestler was both horrified and amazed. What he didn't realize like so many watching the interview was that the fat bastard was lying through his teeth.
All this was for the sole purpose of incensing his former 'client' beyond the point of rage. Despite what many might think if they knew of the Calloway brothers' mistreatment Taker still loved his parents fiercely. The slight against his deceased mother would blind him with fury. And then it would only be a matter of time before Paul would have the Phenom either dead or back under his thumb. The thought of having two powerfully beings under his control nearly had the red headed Texan salivating.
Undertaker stood frozen near the door as he watched what was left of his mother's name is dragged through the mud. Icy crystals constricted around his heart and lungs, stinging with lashes of permafrost and stealing all reason and common sense. Wearily Brandon and Evan watched him sure that the quiet before this storm would not last long. Suddenly Abeebah was struggling to keep her breath steady as she gripped the edge of her seat. And despite her tight grip the eldest horseman was still swoon as she stumbled precariously to her feet.
Her brothers didn't notice. A thunderous growl built its way up Taker's throat, escaping his lips with an almost sub-octave rumble. He turned to stalk off and find the fat pig only for leanly muscled dark arms trying to wrap completely around his middle. Taker ignored the sharp intakes of breath Guerra and Lue let out. The man of the dark side didn't have to look over his shoulder to know who it was that dared touch him. 'Don't you dare', it was a plea as much as it was an order. Exhaustion and helpless rage that matched his own flooded the Phenom's senses.
And for a moment he let it be, let Abeebah hold onto him in her surprisingly strong arms. But the cold anger festering in his gut couldn't be forgotten. Not even for his bondmate's sake. As he went to loosen Abeebah's hold, her grip only became tighter. "You're gonna do someth'n stupid", she informed him knowingly. "And ya fix'n to stopp'n me little girl"? He felt the darkest horseman's nod, "ya damn straight I am old man", reflexively her arms tightened in emphasis. Unbidden amusement danced across their' link. It did little to set her frayed nerves at ease.
"And if I were ta tell ya that I ain't fix'n ta do someth'n stupid", he questioned in a sudden teasing mood despite his boiling temper. "I'd call ya a liar", Abeebah sighed, "and I would be right wouldn't I"? Still the amusement prevailed. It was a sharp sense of humor Abeebah would normally display as she in her chilly disposition would observe the seemingly ironic and ridiculous. But this trait seemed to have passed on to the Phenom and much like the woman at his back he indulged it. But it was a short lived piece of pleasantry as once again his short childhood came to mind.
He had lost that 'sense of content' long before this little ice princess ever came into his life. Gently as he could manage, Taker unwound Abeebah's arms from around his middle. And then walked away without saying another word, He was going to find Bearer and make the fat man wish he was never born. The horseman didn't try to stop him. At least his temper had waned if only enough for him not to be completely be blindsided by it. Firmly turning her attention back to the monitor Abeebah ignored the looks her brothers were giving her.
In the ring the cage was being lowered around the divas. Delia was smiling ear to ear, even as she ignored the broadcast that had sounded throughout the arena before the match. She had bigger things to worry about than the Calloway brothers' family drama. Ivory and Sonny glanced nervously between each other her and the descending cage. Sonny had been confident it would come down to she and Ivory in the match seeing as they had the most experience until the cell was secured to the floor. Viluppo was smiling dangerously at them, an insane glint in her velvety eyes.
"Welcome back to broadcast everyone", at the announce table JR was doing his best to continue with reporting what was going on in the ring while King completed signing his own death warrant. "Well all three competitors are now in the ring for the first ever women's hell in a cell match". As soon as the bell wrung Viluppo was on the move abruptly attacking Sonny. Ivory took advantage of the younger women fighting each other by slipping out to get a weapon from under the ring. However the dark haired diva didn't count on Viluppo taking out Sonny immediately.
But then again no one including her siblings who were watching in the back could figure out how Viluppo could pull off a spinning headlock elbow drop. While Ivory was still bent over looking for something to use the light skinned horseman spring-boarded using the top rope and dropped leg first onto the back of Ivory's neck. Sometime during her execution of the risk taking move and her near crash and burn landing King returned to the announcers table and was just as god smacked as his partner. "Did Viluppo just-". JR didn't answer but then again he didn't need to. "Oh my God", she could hear the elderly announcer scream out while the rest of the stadium chanted, "holy shit".
Wryly with a wince as she stood Viluppo admitted to herself that doing that wasn't the smartest idea she ever had. "Amazing agility by the rookie but it might have cost Viluppo as much as it did Ivory". Hobbling off of Ivory Viluppo glanced inside the ring only to see Sonny was still down. Then ducking down she retrieved a steel chair from where Ivory was looking for a weapon. Without second thought leveled the already fallen former women's champion.
The crowd unanimously groaned in sympathy for the dark haired diva. Viluppo rolled back into the ring, chair still in hand. She knew she couldn't play around especially with an already most likely bruised tailbone. And then there was Abeebah's match still looming over the horsemen's heads. Standing to her feet Viluppo hissed as she moved to stand over Sonny was just beginning to stir. King was smiling at all the carnage, "the most vicious diva to ever step in the ring is living up to her title JR she's leaving bodies left and right". And unceremoniously hefting the chair slammed it down onto the blond diva's unprotected skull. JR was yelling in disbelief once again along with everyone else. A sickening crack sounded throughout the arena.
The second youngest horsemen didn't particularly care if she hurt Sonny or not, dropped the chair and pinned her without a second thought. The blond bombshell didn't even flinch as the Points of Authority blared in the arena the crowd belting out the words as Viluppo hauled herself up on a nearby turnbuckle to celebrate her victory. In the back the three remaining horsemen sighed in relief only for the sound to transform into a gasp of horror when out of nowhere Delia was attacked from behind. Abeebah and Brandon didn't wait to see who before they were up and out of the door doggedly running to assist their' sister. Brandon could barely keep up as they sprinted to the ring.
He elder sister hardly paid attention to the cell that still surrounded the ring as she began to rip at the door. "MOVE"! Like so many times before Abeebah didn't think about doing as Brandon said, diving out the way as her brother barreled into the steel, causing the hinges to bend and break under his bulk. The darkest horseman scrambled over Brandon's fallen form and shoved her way past the referee who was trying to stop her. Scant moments later Abeebah was ripping Delia's attacker off her sister and laying into the obviously bigger and stronger woman. Nothing else registered in Abeebah's mind, not the roaring crowd not, not Brandon finally getting up to help Delia, not even the officials trying to drag her off Delia's attacker.
All the enraged diva could think about was the feeling of bone giving under the heavy blows of her fist. She didn't even know who she was beating up. It took three security personnel to get Abeebah off and five to restrain both she and the person she was attacking moments before. Suddenly Vince's music began to play cutting through the pandemonium that had consumed the arena. Only half snapping out of her rage Abeebah looked over her shoulder at the titantron where the McMahon patriarch's smirking face greeted her. The cell was lifting. A snarl worthy of the deadman himself twisted Abeebah's covered lips. "What do you want McMahon"? Her voice rang out over the din coming out with animal like intensity and causing her captors to flinch.
King no longer looked jovial in fact he looked down right frightened. "Hey J who do you think is more angry right now Morte or the Undertaker"? His fellow announcer looked at him in disbelief, "I wouldn't know King but then again you better hope Undertaker doesn't find you". "Me, what did I do", King threw up his hands, "it's his mother that slept with Paul Bearer". The Oklahoma cowboy wanted to slap the former wrestler upside his head but refrained.
"You're the one that dragged his poor mother's name through the mud and I don't believe that lying scheming bully one bit", he said resolutely. "No one believed him when he said Kane was still alive", King argued. Inside the ring Brandon rolled his eyes, 'yeah, after he lied that Kane was dead in the first place and lying about mostly everything else'. He wouldn't believe it himself until he saw a DNA test and even then might doubt it for the simple fact that Bearer was likely to bribe or get a fake doctor. McMahon loomed over them all through the titantron.
"I want many things, but right now what I really want is for you to acknowledge you have brought this situation down upon yourself and your sibling and a heartfelt apology for your transgressions". It was a not so subtle threat and everyone knew it. Abeebah's next words determined her fate. The owner of the wrestling federation bid the security guards to let her go and they did so but stood in front of her sister's attacker to deter Abeebah from attacking. The eldest horseman glanced down at the microphone that was shoved into her hands and then at her siblings.
Sometime during the scuffle Evan had joined Brandon and Delia, standing sentinel over both of them even as the EMT's checked both the fallen horsemen over. It only cooled her temper somewhat. Her eyes met his, the jaguar mask not hindering their' silent communication one bit. Steady calm stared at her through identical hazel orbs. Whatever she did the youngest horseman would trust her decision. It never ceased to amaze Abeebah, the faith Evan put in her. Casting her eyes down she turned around to face the gloating face superimposed on the titantron.
"I'm sorry", Abeebah looked up her gaze locking with McMahon's, "that I didn't break every God forsaken bone in that chicken shit body of yours". Vince's face became a mask of utter indignant rage as he stared down ominously at the eldest horsemen. "Then you give me no choice", Abeebah rolled her eyes and the crowd watching agreed with her as they began to chant 'bullshit'. It only served to further the chairman's ire, "I have no choice but to punish you".
"Your opponent tonight is KANE". The pyros on the ramp went off followed by red light descending upon the arena. The spectators went wild. "Has McMahon lost his mind", hollered JR indignant in his rage on Abeebah's behalf. King shook his head, "No JR, she just gotta learn her lesson, ya never cross the boss". "Cross the boss my ass there's no way that Morte could possibly battle Kane". Abeebah didn't move even as the ring was all but cleared of everyone and everything. Even her siblings were ushered out, much to their' immense protest but they were unable to hold out against so many officials and security.
Delia's attacker disappeared into the crowd during all the confusion and Abeebah swore she'd find the little shit sooner rather than later. She was only half aware that in his arrogance and assuredness Vince had faded from the titantron. He two would pay dearly for what he had done. Focusing back on her bond mate Abeebah stared Kane down not in the least bit afraid as she should've been. But then again she didn't have to be especially with Paul Bearer's lard filled ass waddling to the ring. Abeebah couldn't help but think that Kane was like a big red bull's-eye as he stepped over the top rope. "Move Morte, get the hell out of there". However Abeebah ignored JR's frantic imploring. She couldn't move even if she wanted to.
It felt like an ice pick had gone down her spine as the shadows of the arena seemed to close in on them. 'Deadman cometh', the eldest horseman whispered decrepitly across their' long unused link. Kane didn't answer and Abeebah didn't expect him to. The brunette had fallen under Bearer's control long ago and was in all likelihood lost to her. The darkest horseman shook her head, 'lost to me? He wasn't mine in the first place'. Suddenly Abeebah felt his chest brush her own and snapped out of the stillness that had encompassed her moments ago. His mismatched orbs were regarding her almost gently under impossibly long lashes. And Abeebah felt herself falling for Taker's 'little' brother all over again.
Abruptly she stepped away unable to deal with her confused thoughts and feelings about this man. She should be irritated by him, peeved even by his blatant disregard of his brother and herself. But despite everything she liked the big man and trusted him even as he loomed over her still well within striking distance. Kane gazed almost helplessly back, unable as she to do anything else. When McMahon had told Paul about this match over the phone Kane had stormed off. He had done much the same tonight unable to reconcile with the warring in his heart. If he hurt Abeebah, Mark would hurt too but what of Abeebah what of him? It didn't take long for Kane to determine that hurting Abeebah was something that he definitely didn't want.
However he didn't see anyway out of it. Kane didn't dare open his mind to Morte, sure that she would tell whatever he told her to Mark. Regardless of knowing the truth of their' situation, that it wasn't completely Mark's fault didn't change the fact that Kane hated and distrusted him. He still didn't know what to do, even as he stood before her now. However the decision was taken from him as soon as he heard Bearer's scream. Whipping around the big red machine was treated to the sight of his obese benefactor being attacked by his brother.
'Help Bearer, beat me bloody, decisions, decisions, decisions', Abeebah thought to him sarcastically. This time Kane did answer, 'its easier choice than you think', he thought back with a wave of tentative affection. Shocked into stillness the darkest horseman watched as went to got help his 'father'. She didn't even register Taker's suddenly monumental hostility as she watched the two brothers struggled against each other. But shockingly Kane's emotions were a steady glow instead of the inferno that Abeebah expected. It was comforting as it was discerning, because Kane's moods turned on a dime.
And it was because of this that Abeebah's miniscule hope that the younger of her two lovers was ready to drop Bearer on his fat ass was gone as soon as it took root. It got under her craw more than Abeebah cared to admit but she would not interfere. As childish as Kane was acting he needed to work out his feelings on his own. Slipping out of the ring the eldest horseman searched for the other horsemen with her eyes. When she only found her youngest sibling Abeebah went over to him, still mindful of Bearer and Kane as they retreated from a livid Taker.
"Where are the others"? Evan didn't take his eyes off the furious Phenom who had turned his attention to the younger of the two raw announcers. "Delia has a concussion and they need to check if Brandon fractured his collarbone, I wanted to wait for you". Abeebah nodded not in the least bit sorry for King as her bond mate picked him up by his throat and dragged him to the ring. "My money is on the asshole is here, cause motherfucker don't got common sense". The invitation was clear as day and who was Abeebah to refuse such a gallant offer? They left, not even looking back as Undertaker hoisted King upside down and preceded to tombstone him.