Chapter 8
"Acolytes, go give Edge something to giggle about." 'Taker growled, forcing himself to keep his eyes open so Paul could flush them out. He even managed a smirk when the laughter turned into grunts of pain.
"Okay, blink."
Swinging himself into a sitting position, he did, Alexis's face blurry for a few before coming into place, groaning.
"I didn't touch you, remember that. You said if I touched you, you touch me. I didn't lay a FINGER on you." She smirked when he just glared, knowing she was right before turning back to watching the monitor.
Though she couldn't stop herself from feeling bad for Edge, even though it wasn't her fault. He could take care of himself. Undertaker had that coming after everything he put her through today and then finding out they were now sharing a hotel room together with one bed. He had it MORE than coming.
Paul listened to Alexis wondering if she was suicidal, the way she was shooting off at the mouth to the Undertaker. Especially with her friend getting the hell beaten out of him only a room away. Definitely not the brightest bulb in the box.
Ignoring her, he stood up, rolling his shoulders with a sigh. He watched Viscera and Mideon drop their eyes to the ground, apparently not wanting to provoke him at the moment. He snorted, silently acknowledging that they were indeed smarter than they appeared.
She didn't say another word, just watching the show on the monitor, though her stomach was crying out to her for some food. She refused it, not having an appetite, and silently rose when it was time to go out to the ring. She winced as he dragged her down the hallway, having to run to practically to keep up with him, finally arriving at gorilla position. If he kept this up, she would nail him in the head again with a chair.
'Stupid prick.' She thought as his music blared throughout the arena speakers and was dragged out again, not hiding her disdain for this man and rolled her eyes when he rose the lights up with his arms. The man wasn't god and the sooner he realized that, the better off he'd be. She stepped through the bottom rope and stood by his side, not looking happy.
'Taker kept one eye on Alexis throughout his match, not trusting her in the slightest and with good cause. This incidentally left him wide open for several attacks, finally landing outside the ring. Turning to yell at Alexis to get away -just in case- he turned around again only to duck as a chair came flying his way, knowing it wouldn't be him taking the blow. Apparently Alexis had been giving the boys in the back ideas. He smirked, hearing a crack and glanced over his shoulder, finding Albert staring down at Alexis with wide eyes. That had worked out better than he hoped. Though now he was going to have to dismember the pierced moron for injuring her.
King was up in a heartbeat out of his seat and bending over to check on her, seeing she was completely out cold. The EMT's came rushing down as they seen the blood pouring from Alexis's head, knowing she was going to have a hell of a concussion. Though they were stopped when the Ministry came storming to ringside and proceeded to beat the tar out of them for thinking about touching her. King had went back to his seat, which was a smart move.
Alexis didn't feel herself being lifted and carried to the back by Edge, who had a bandage of his own on his head, the blood running down her face as he took her straight to the trainer's room, where Paul was waiting. This was too much; Edge was going to talk to Christian to see if they could get her out of here before she got injured any further. 'Taker had no heart and he only wanted sex, nothing else. He wanted to destroy her mentally and now, apparently, physically.
He stormed into the room and looked down at Alexis, watching as Paul shook his head. "Concussion?"
"You ducked on purpose."
"Did you honestly believe I would let her get away with what she did?" He snorted, shaking his own head. "Don't be ignorant."
"Well taking the shot wouldn't have been as hard on you as it was her."
"It would also have been less entertaining."
Edge was literally trembling with anger as he stared back at Taker, fire in his blue eyes. "You think it's funny that she's laying here with blood running down her face?" Edge wanted to kill him and he would do anything in his power to make sure that happened. "I want a match 'Taker. One on one, me and you. If I win, Alexis is out of the Ministry and you NEVER touch her again." He stated, seeing Paul's eyes widen to the size of saucers. "Either way, I'm leaving the Ministry. Me and my brother." He couldn't stand by and let this happen to the woman who was going to potentially marry Christian, it wasn't happening. "What do you say Deadman? Got the balls?"
The amusement was on his face, plain for all to see as he sized Edge up. It was a David versus Goliath scenario only it would take much more than a stone and a sling to put the Undertaker down. "Edge, the question isn't whether I have the balls, but if I'm inclined to kill you now or wait for this match of yours. You don't stand a chance and you know it."
Paul shook his head, knowing 'Taker was about to be goaded into a pointless match with pointless stakes. The man had no honor, even IF he lost -which was damn near impossible- he'd never let Alexis go. If anything, Edge shooting off at the mouth was going to make 'Taker want her even more.
"Edge..." Alexis groaned as her eyes slowly opened, grabbing his hand and cracked a small smile at him. "This isn't your fight..." Her head was pounding in her ears, seeing his flaming blue eyes in her vision. "I gave my word..." Alexis was a proud woman and when she gave her word on something, she never took it back as the tears streamed down her face, the pain excruciating.
"He's going to break you down into nothing, that's what he does Lexie. Let me at least try to get your freedom."
"Stop yelling..." She blinked repeatedly while Paul wiped the blood from her forehead. "This isn't the first...time I've been injured...won't be the last..."
"I'm still leaving the Ministry, me and Christian both."
"Smart idea."
He listened to the exchange, a bored expression on his face as he leaned against the wall, sipping a bottle of water. Shaking his head, he wondered just how keen Christian would be to leave the woman he 'loved' behind, knowing he was going to wind up having a headache on his hands. He briefly debated if Alexis was worth it, knowing Christian wasn't going to just disappear off the map and snorted, deciding if the moron wanted to repeatedly be hospitalized then that was on him.
"Viscera, escort Edge out."
"Come on man." Viscera grunted, pulling Edge away from Alexis, shaking his head. Even he thought what 'Taker did was low.
"Thanks." Edge grunted, walking out of the arena with his bags and got in his car, going to the hospital. He whipped his cell phone out and called his brother, telling him they were officially out of the Ministry, to which Christian had to be sedated again. He sighed, shaking his head, hoping Alexis knew what she was doing.
Alexis didn't say another word, already knowing Edge and Christian were gone and closed her eyes as Paul finished stitching her up, gripping the bedding as the silent tears fell. Getting nailed in the head by a guy as big as Albert scrambled her brains and she knew her equilibrium would be off. She knew Undertaker had ducked on purpose and also knew the chair shot was coming, his way of punishing her. Then again, she wouldn't be in ANY position to have sex with him, should he try, and smiled inwardly at that realization.
Picking at his nails idly, he wondered just what was going through Alexis's mind. The woman seemed to think he only wanted to drive her insane and sleep with her. The insane part was right, but so far he'd just made some suggestive comments, the kiss didn't technically count in his mind. It was almost like she expected him to rape her or something. Not likely. He didn't have to rape a woman. Besides, it would be amusing to break her and watch her crawl to him.
"So Paul does the Strawberry need to go the hospital or will your expertise suffice?" 'Taker asked, sounding bored.
She sat up, shoving Paul away and stumbled off of the bedding, shaking, but still on her feet. He wouldn't break her, she was vowed it. Without a word, she managed to walk out of the room, having to hold onto the wall to keep her balance, blinking repeatedly.
"Don't touch me." She ordered in a deadly voice, ready to slit Undertaker's throat, finally managing to make it into the Ministry's locker room. God her head was killing her! She seen the Ministry members moving out of her way, more tears streaming down her cheeks and went into the bathroom, slamming the door shut with authority behind her. She knew 'Taker was probably shocked that she could even walk, but he didn't realize just what he was dealing with.
"Is she worth it?"
"I'm still deciding that."
"You do realize she could very likely try to kill you while you sleep?"
"Yes."
"And you're NOT worried?"
"Makes the game that much more interesting."
Alexis dropped to her knees and crawled, shaking her head back and forth, the pain almost blinding. She gripped the sink, managing to pull herself up on shaky legs, and stared into the mirror. Her eyes were black due to the makeup and chair shot, which she didn't mind. Though she didn't feel like looking like a raccoon. Sighing, Alexis turned the water on and splashed it on her face, not getting the bandage wet, and finally felt the sobs tear through her.
She fell to her knees and lowered her head, leaving the water running, wondering what she had done to deserve this. Alexis knew she was slowly breaking down, but she wouldn't make it easy for him. She knew sooner or later he would get what he wanted because that's the type of man he was, he proved that tonight when he allowed her to take the chair shot instead of him. Like she really wanted to be with someone who got her intentionally hurt? Alexis finally shut the water off and leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes.
When Alexis seemed to be taking an absurdly long time in the bathroom, 'Taker rolled his eyes and went inside, not bothering to knock. He blinked, staring at her and walked over to touch her shoulder, nodding when her eyes flew open. "Don't close them even for a second." He said gravely, not about to see the woman dead. Unless she pulled another stunt, then he would reconsider.
"Don't." She whispered and felt him lift her up in his arms, not having the strength at the moment to fight him off. She was dead on her feet and had a serious concussion as her head rested on his shoulder, looking paler even through her tan she'd gotten from the motorcycle ride.
"Boss, she don't look good..."
Bradshaw didn't comment he just walked out with a snort of disgust, shaking his head. Undertaker had reached an all time low by letting that poor woman take a chair shot from Albert, who was almost as big as 'Taker.
Her eyes closed again, feeling the darkness slowly seeping in.
"Hospital." Was all he said, inwardly sighing. He knew his Ministry was disgusted with him and quite frankly, he didn't give a damn. If Alexis wanted to play with the big boys then she had best be woman enough to take the punishment or step down.
Paul nodded, heading out to pull the car up.
After getting checked out and finding out she had a grade a concussion and was dehydrated, Alexis went back to the hotel with Undertaker. She yawned loudly, feeling the pain killers they gave her kicking in, and kicked her boots off before sliding into bed. She didn't even care that she'd be sleeping next to him or bother changing out of her dress. She was just too damn tired and her body was sore from head to toe. She laid on her side, her back to him, and snuggled with the pillow, finally letting the silent tears fall, knowing she would have to deal with being by his side until he decided to discard her. Though she would still fight him tooth and nail once her concussion was gone.
For some ungodly reason unknown to even him, he made himself a bed on the floor across the room. He laid down in just his wrestling bottoms, folding his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. The violence had to stop and the sad part; she was the one initiating it! If she didn't knock it off, she was going to wind up suffering worse than a concussion without him even needing to touch her. Snorting, he closed his eyes, but didn't go to sleep, not trusting Alexis at all.
Alexis turned to face him, seeing he was sleeping on the floor, furrowing her brows together. What on earth was he doing that for? Undertaker was a very confusing man. All day he'd been trying to get her to touch him and now he was sleeping on the floor instead of her?
"I wasn't exactly prepared for what was going to happen." She softly said, sighing heavily. "I won't be doing anything to you anymore, you have my word." She yawned and closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
Ah a truce! He wasn't sure if he could handle another bottle of aloe in his eyes anyway and would accept her words, grunting his acknowledgement. Maybe there was another way to break her...Hmmm. Finally, he allowed himself to relax enough to sleep.
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"I'm not leaving the Ministry." Christian said bluntly. He had joke woken up to Edge's face, watching a replay of what had happened to Alexis with a pale face and wide eyes. "He's going to get her killed." He winced, clenching his fists when he seen Alexis take the chair shot, surprised her head hadn't snapped off her neck.
"Too late, he's already given us our walking papers so to speak."