Puppet Master. Manipulator. Fiend. Ghoul. Those were the words that Mark had heard bandied about when he passed. And each one pierced him like an arrow to the heart, and he had to steel himself to keep from lashing out. Besides him Glen stood stoically, his head bowed with his hair shielding his face. Tonight was his brawl with Shawn, and he had to know whether Glen was beside him or against him. Like he had that morning Glen walked woodenly, as if someone else was pulling his strings. That thought brought Mark up short and he looked back over to Glen. Like a puppet he stopped too and Mark let a grim smile grace his face. If he was being accused of it, he might as well live up to the reputation.

Mark's locker room wasn't far off so he headed straight there instead of the meeting that he was supposed to have with Vince, Bill and Shawn. Once he and Glen were closeted in the quiet he turned and pulled Glen to him, his hands resting on Glen's hips. Briefly Glen's eyes twitched an in their depths Mark thought he seen Glen's soul stir. But all too soon they were flat again and he leaned close, his lips scant inches from Glens.

"Glen. I don't want you out there tonight. You hear me? Shawn's going to do everything in his power to hurt you and I don't want that. 'Cause if yer hurtin then I have to deal out some hurt in return. You understand?" Glen nodded his head once and Mark pressed his lips to Glen's, his tongue stealing inside and caressing Glen's as his hands tightened on his waist.

He felt himself hardening and with a groan pulled away, he didn't have time to take care of it the way he wanted so he pressed one more small kiss to Glen's lips and then disappeared into the bathroom. He stripped down quickly and turned the water in the shower on full blast. The minute the icy water touched his skin Mark felt all the desire wash away and a moment later he stepped out and walked from the bathroom. Glen was lying on his back on the couch, his arm over his eyes and his legs hanging over the arm. Mark flicked a look up and down his form, wondering if there was enough time for a quick one off before he had to be in the ring.

A knock on the door and a muffled 'Mr. Calaway' had him sighing and as quick as he damp body would allow he worked his way into his ring gear. After he adjusted his shirt he knelt down next to Glen and moved his arm, his green eyes gazing unblinkingly into Glen's blue ones. Glen blinked but didn't move or acknowledge Mark's presence. He pressed a kiss to Glen's lips before standing again and heading towards the door when another knock sounded.

"Remember Glen, stay here."

There was no response but then again Mark hadn't expected one. He sighed and wrenched the door open, scaring the stage hand nearly out of his skin. With a growl he followed the short man to the gorilla position and waited for his signal.

Hell in a Cell

The match was pretty much what Mark had expected. Shawn was hitting him with everything that he had and talking shit when they locked up. Like the others he blamed Mark for what had happened to Glen. With grim smiles and taunts that only Shawn could hear, Mark gave as good as he got. The was bloody and by the time Mark was ready to end it, he was breathing more than just a little heavily. He dimly heard Vince, King and JR screaming into the mics as he motioned to the crowd that it was the end. He had picked a spot that would allow him a small element of surprise and he was waiting for Shawn to get to his feet when the lights cut out.

Surprised he stood there, waiting for them to turn back on, but instead organ music and red lights permeated the area and out of habit he looked towards the ramp. There striding down the ramp with Bill at his side was Glen. Mark had never seen 'Kanes' outfit so for a moment he was struck by how tight it was and how well it accentuated Glen's form. Then as he watched, Glen practically ripped the cage door off the hinges and stepped inside. The ref, whom was just trying to do his job was pushed cruelly to the side and with his eyes still glued to Glen in shock, Mark watched as Glen stepped over the top rope and into the ring.

Glen moved so that there was maybe two feet between them and stared Mark down, his eyes touching Mark's face before moving to a spot above his head.

"Glen? Why are you out here?" Mark asked in a hushed whisper.

Glen didn't reply, he just raised his hands above his head and when they fell back to his sides, fire erupted from the turnbuckles, the sound of the pyro and the sudden heat making Mark look around for a minute before coming back to rest on Glen. Too late he realized his mistake. Glen kicked him hard in the stomach then picked him up for the tombstone. Slightly dazed Mark grabbed Glen's thighs like he had felt countless others grab him and readied himself for the impact. For a moment Glen turned this way and that, unsure about where to do it and then in an instant pain blossomed inside Mark's head as it connected with the ring.

Glen stayed down on his knees for a moment, considering whether or not to do 'Takers slow pin, but ended up deciding against it. He got slowly to his feet and made his way from the ring, never once looking back to see the destruction that he has caused. Besides him Bill was playing the part of Bearer to a T. He felt his glove slipped and pulled it back, not realizing that he had just given birth to one of Kane's trademark moves. Once they were through the curtain Glen removed the mask and it dangle from his hands. Bill slapped him on the arm and walked away with a smile and 'job well done', leaving the tall man to his own devices.

He could hear the crowd screaming as Shawn was announced the winner, but he couldn't conjure up any enthusiasm for the win. All he knew was that he had cost Mark the match and Mark was going to come looking for his pound of flesh. He walked back to the locker, his head bowed and his steps like lead.

Shawn dimly remembered being carried from the ring and getting washed down gently by Hunter and Joan. The only thing that he could remember clearly was that Glen had come down and saved him from Mark. It hadn't been the Glen he was used too, but still Glen hadn't let him be fed to the wolves. Soon he drifted off to sleep, lulled by the warm water and the soft bed that he had been moved to. Sometime during the night Hunter's bulk joined him and with a smile he rolled over and curled up onto his large lover.