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Reves left the room shuddering. She didn't want to admit it, but he left some sort of impression upon her. There was something he was drowning in the alcohol and though she only came to get hers, she couldn't help but take notice of the somber mood that remained unmoved beneath the surface.
As she turned the corner that lead to the corridor that contained her father's dressing room, she spotted her sister's awkward gait running towards her.
"Where did you disappear to?" Heather inquired of her older sister as she grabbed a hold of her wrist with her dainty hands. Her slender fingers were like ice, sending a chill up Reves's spine. "Mom, has Marcus and Steven looking all over the arena for you!" Heather's anxious disposition would lead one to believe she had been missing for days as opposed to an hour or so. "Daddy could be back from his meeting any minute. Where had you gone off to at any rate?"
Reves always found it highly annoying when their sister referred to their father as Daddy like she was a wimpy five-year-old. Why would she want to idolize him like a naïve little girl? To Reves, he may as well have been a sperm donor at times.
"I just needed to get away from those two jackasses, chewing their food like cows, ok. Does it matter?" Reves snapped at the younger girl.
Heather released the gentle grip on her sister's wrist. The proverbial frown etched on her pretty little face was chased by fat tears. "I...I was just asking," she sniffed with her head bowed.
Reves had rebuked herself then. Heather had such a fragile sensitivity; the slightest thing could set her off. Reves thought how it must have been exhausting to be so angelic. However sorry she felt for her sister, she couldn't help releasing an agitated sigh. "Ok look. I'm sorry." She threw an arm around Heather's shoulder. "Let's get back then. Before the Lord of Darkness sends his creatures of the night to seize us," she tilled with a dramatic flair.
By the time they had reached the locker room door, Mark had descended upon them like a true ghostly apparition. Well shit. Reves was sure she was in for it now.
"Do I speak a foreign fucking language or are you just that hard head the you have to undermine every single word that I say?" Mark's rumbling voice reverberated off the walls.
Reves opened her mouth, but was surprised to find herself at a loss.
"Your mom was so worried; she sent your bothers and interrupted my meeting with Vince."
At the mention of her brothers, the momentary lapse in her sass returned as she scoffed, garnering a steely glare from her father. "Is it a travesty that I seek a little solace from those two ingrates that I have to suffer as siblings?" She had attempted another melodramatic lamentation through sugarcoated lips and doe eyes. Unfortunately for the eldest Calaway sibling, her stupor dripped with deadly venom. Afterwards, her lips snapped shut as she remembered the alcohol she had consumed previously. She was thankful he was standing a few feet way.
Mark's face twisted into an angry scowl that made Heather quake even though it was nowhere near directed towards her. Reves was pissing him off, but her didn't have the time or the energy to deal with her at the moment. Just as he was going to send her into Sara, the door opened.
Sara's stern expression indicated she was neither all too happy with her daughter's disappearing act. "I don't appreciate being lied to, Reves Ann!" she scolded.
"Now you know what the hell I go through on a damn near daily basis," Mark gruffed.
"Mark, you didn't have to drag them along." The comment had rubbed Sara the wrong way. "And who wants to talk about dealing with the kids day on and day out?"
"Oh, so it's back to the guilt trip, is it?" There was on edge to Mark's voice.
"Told you we were only here out of guilt," Reves grumbled to Heather, who shifted her weight uneasily and averted her eyes.
"Hush!" Reves's parents snapped at her in unison.
"Get in the room," Mark instructed.
The sisters sat down on the couch with their brothers as their parents continued to exchange words.
"You're in for it now," Steven laughed
"Shut up, jackass," Reves growled.
"I don't have time for this right now." Mark snipped, stopping Sara mid-sentence.
The hurt was evident on Sara's face. "Of course, you don't," she mumbled, turning away.
Mark's face washed over with regret from being so short. Mainly, because his youngest was staring at them with those concerned, innocent eyes. He released a grumbling sigh. "Don't think I'm going to let this slide," he focused his gaze on Reves before he turned away to resume his business.
Kevin and Hogan arrived at the nWo dressing room mere minutes after Reves had left. Scott was lounged on the sofa knocking back the last of the beer. "Hey yo, chicos," Scott half smiled at them lazily.
Kev and Terry took notice of the empty beer cans and exchanged glances. "Everything ok, bro?" Kev asked with a raised eyebrow as he dropped his gear bag on the floor in the corner.
"Well, I got fucked. Once again." He chuckled to himself because he meant quite literally and figuratively. "So why not take the riming with a smile?" he paused, holding his nearly empty can aloft, as his lips twisted into an uncomfortable grin. His glassy eyes reiterated the betrayal he felt.
"Ya know brother, I'm the one being ripped from the stable. So, I don't really get what you're bitching about," Hogan relayed in agitation.
"Oh, but you're Hulk fucking Hogan. You're everyone's hero, Chico," Scott spat, then polished off the last drops of alcohol.
Hulk's eyes blazed as he stared down at the Bad Guy.
"Come on guys, don't fucking fight," Kevin interceded. "This is a shitty outcome for us. Last thing we need to do is be at each other's throats.
Hulk relented, which was something often difficult for him to do. "Kev's right brother. We're here, it's Mania. Let's make the best of this."
"What choice do we have?" Scott inquired in a somber tone.
"Dick couldn't even save me one," Nash gripped as he collected the empty beer cans and deposited them in the trash. He jested at his pal, but in his gut, he worried about the mental state of his friend if alcohol had come onto play. He knew Scott was his own man and a damn stubborn one at that. Kevin Vince and a couple of suits.
Mark has changed into his ring gear. His match was fifth tonight and he would go over Ric Flair, a man he had a tremendous amount of respect for, in order to maintain his WrestleMania winning streak for the tenth year in a row. Even though the business was a work, he prided himself that he had garnered enough respect both in the locker room and as his character to sustain the honor.
"Good luck, Dad," Heather wished him when it was time for him to head to the gorilla position.
"You know it's a work dummy. He's already slated to win," Reves chided.
"Rev, what do we tell all of you about name calling your sibling?" Sara scolded.
"Let's see. Something like, if you can't say nuttin nice, don't say nuttin at all," Reves responded in the voice of a preschooler and batted her baby blues.
"Girl, don't mock your mother!" Mark point a finger at her with his eyes ablaze. "You're still in hot water, missy."
"Besides, you know that every performance is accompanied by the risk of an accident or serious injury." Now Heather was lecturing her, too.
"Break a leg, Dad!" Steven said, enthusiastically giving a thumbs up.
Marcus turned towards him with a perplexed expression.
"What? It's Mercury's Law. Now that I said it, it won't come true."
Heather couldn't refrain from correcting him. "That's Murphy's Law you are referring to. It's an adage that states: 'Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong'."
"That's moronic," Reves mumbled.
"Look," Mark spoke over them, "don't go giving your mom a hard time, understood?"
"Yes Sir," they muttered nearly in unison.
Despite their little tiff earlier, Sara kissed Mark and wished him good luck. Should couldn't help the envious longing she had growing inside her. She remembered the rush of adrenaline she would get from appearing out there in front of a crowd of thousands of people. She wished she has as least been about to accompany her husband ringside, but Vince offered and Mark didn't bring it up.
It wasn't as if Sara wanted to be a mega wrestling star or the business to give her a boost. During her short stint with WWE, she felt as if she had actually accomplished something. She hated feeling somewhat resentful towards Mark, but she was never really afforded much of an opportunity to be much more than a housewife. She was already caring for four children by the time most her age had enter college. She had set all her ambitions aside in order for Mark to pursue his dream of becoming a professional wrestler.
In turn, he had missed moments and milestones in the kids' lives and left his body broken in the ring every single night to provide for the family. It's was true, she and her children wanted for nothing. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder what the cost was at times.
Sara saw Mark off from the gorilla position, then returned to the locker room to watch the match via television.
During the course of the match, both men had been busted open. Of course, there was a method for everything in this industry, but the alternative to really being busted open didn't make Heather quiver any less. This business and nearly all of its secrets were not for the faint of heart. That knowledge still didn't prevent Heather from clapping and smiling like a starry-eyed child when her daddy tombstoned the legendary Nature Boy, and went over with the pin.
Her daughter's innocent and genuine excitement brought a smile to Sara's face.
Mark returned to his locker room after Flair came through the curtain and the two men embraced each other and exchanged congratulations on a job well done. Mark though his dead weight on the couch. As he was getting his baring's, Sara cleaned his cut and the blood from his forehead.
On the TV, Edge was presently battling Booker T. Reves had little interest in the match for she knew the event that succeeded. The thought currently entered her head about whether or not her parents would go out to celebrate afterwards. She was sure they would. WrestleMania was usually always the crowning achievement of any wrestler's year. Would she and Scott be able to pull off this secret rendezvous?
"Oh man! Did you see that?" Steven grabbed his twin, marking out over a kick Booker had delivered to Edge.
Her brother's outburst had sucked Reves from her thoughts. She looked at her sister, whose emerald eyes were surveying the bout in an analytical fashion from behind her black frames. Heather wouldn't admit it – not about wrestling, at least- but she was a professional fangirl, herself.
Reves stared absent mindedly at the screen. This was taking entirely too long. In fact, she rather the whole program be done with so she could get on to more amusing activities. The thoughts made her tingle inside. Kind of like the day in high school she and Erik had snuck off campus and had sex in his car at the park down the road at before first bell. Then, he fingered her right in the middle of the cafeteria during lunch. All while the obliviously dim-witted teachers and staff looked on unaware. After school, he bent her over the kitchen counter at his house. They were zipping up their jeans just as his mom walked through the door.
She enjoyed stuff like that. It was risky. It was dangerous. She liked walking that thin line, and she loved doing the exact opposite of what people told her to do. That is why when she met Scott face to face, she couldn't help but be magnetized by the machismo and charisma of The Bad Guy.
That is not to say she was overtly promiscuous. She didn't go around just letting any and every guy get into her pants. She had truly loved Erik and he dumped her like a sack of trash. So, far be it from her to have a little fun.
Mark sat there another few minutes before grumbling half-hearted, "I've gotta drag my ass to the shower." Rising from the sofa, Mark grabbed his duffle bag containing his clean clothes and headed into the shower stalls.
Mark had been in the shower a few minutes and the promo for the Austin vs. Hall match had finally began. Reves knew her dad would be done before the match concluded and would probably want to leave. No matter, as long as her parents left the door open for her plans.
Mere minutes later, Mark came out dressed in motorcycle boots, dark jeans and a blue gray tee shirt. "You kids ready to go?" he asked, stuffing his dirty gear into his bag.
"But Dad, we haven't even seen any of the action live!" Marcus protested.
"It is getting a little late," Heather chimed in with her meek voice.
"It's not even ten o'clock, grandma!" Steven spat back.
"I'm amazed you can tell time," Reves interjected dripping sarcasm.
"Cut it out, all o'ya!" Mark's bass timbre rumbled. "Your mom and I are gonna go out with friends. You are all going back to the hotel and you can finish watching Mania there. Remember, none of you are in a very favorable position right now.
Heather lowered her head in admonishment. What had she done? She inhaled sharply, on the verge of tears.
Mark looked at Heather with sympathetic eyes.
All of us but sweet, innocent Heather, of course, Reves thought, fighting to mask her annoyance.
Everyone gathered their things and they headed back to the hotel. Mark used his credit card to purchase a viewing of the WrestleMania program and he and Sara left again.
It would be a little while before Scott would be available as he had to be involved in some things with Hogan's match. She sat there, she pondering how she could get away. Maybe this was too much of a risk. She was positive those two ingrates she had the misfortune of call her brothers would jump all over the chance to rat her out. Folding her arms over her chest, she sunk down into the lumpy sofa and threw her heels up on the coffee table.
Her siblings were so fucking lame. How could they be content with just sitting here and marking out like a band of losers? Even those dipshits back home had been living it up at that lame ass Sadie Hawkins dance the previous night (even though everyone knows it's the after party that counts). Not that she cared, she was passed high school dances.
"Y'all could of stayed home and went to that shitty dance," Reves grumbled.
"I for one, and relieved we were able to dodge that abhorrent social obligation," Heather commented. She sat in a high back chair, hugging her knees, which were drawn to her chest. Her cascading onyx hair draped around her, hiding the rest of her body.
"Dudes don't give a shit about those lame ass dances. We just want to fuck after, so like, we gotta go," Steven shrugged.
Heather gasped. Her face turned scarlet red and she could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks. "That's…reprehensible," she stammered. She need she should be accustomed to such speech from her siblings, but the very prospect of their conversation left her squirming in mortification.
"Says the one who read that Lolita book with the old perv," Reves teased.
Heather's face flared. "I…I told you. Simon forced me to read that for my thesis," she sputtered in defense.
"Forced you? Did he hold a gun to your head?"
"N-no. I-"
"What the hell is Lolita? Is that where Lita's name come from? She fucking hot!" Marcus interrupted her.
"Ugh, will you jackasses just shut up?" Reves barked. This was talking entirely too long and she was growing quite impatient.
Scott plopped down on the metal folding chair to untie his boots. They had done it. He and Kev were now on opposing side from Hulk. After losing to Rock, Hulk offered a hand shake and raised his hand in victory. At which point, Scott and Kev came down to beat the shit out of him, only to be thrown out of the ring by him and Rock.
Kevin studied him as he removed his ring gear. "You okay man?" Kevin was pissed about this whole scenario, but he felt Scott was taking it a lot harder than he was. "you wanna go out after this?"
Scott let out a sigh. "Nah, I'm just kinda beat. I think I'm gonna head back to the hotel." He sounded more pathetic than he intended.
Kevin appraised his sagging shoulder and somber expression. "Sure you're alright, Scotty?" he asked coolly.
"Yeah. It's been a long fucking day." A miserable one, he wanted to add. Well, not entirely. He did get some pleasure in the form of a feisty, five-foot-six blonde. He hoped he could get a happy ending to this shitty day.
Kev was staring at him with and unconvinced expression. "Should I start worrying now?" he questioned. There was a sense of levity to his voice, but they both knew it ran deeper than that.
"Pfft, this is nothing," Scott painted on a nonchalant attitude.
Nash narrowed his eyes at the smaller man. "Don't lie to me, Hall," he warned.
Scott wiggled his fingers, feigning and appearance of fright. "Please don't hurt me, Nash," he shot back.
Scott placed his hand firmly on his best friend's shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. "You don't have to worry, man," he assured, giving a half smile. Then he raised up from his chair and headed for the shower.
Bemused, Kevin watched him as he went. He didn't know what to make of his friend's demeanor. Part of him was depressed. He knew that because of how betrayed Scott felt earlier. Yet it's like he had some sort of excuse to be glad. He guessed maybe he was going to hook up with a rat. No pussy ever made him that chipper, though.
Kev could hear the stream of the shower being turned on. Scott having yet to step in, projected his voice of the flowing water, "You know, nothing against Steve or anything, but I think our match left something to be desired."
Scott wanted to change the subject. That was fine. If he learned anything in his ten plus years as Scott's friend, it was that he could keep him on an invisible leash, but he still had to give him plenty of slack. "Think it was because you were both smashed?" The question was legitimate, though Kevin chuckled afterwards.
"Fuck off, hypocrite. I don't know. Steve's neck and his knees and all that…" Scott trailed off.
"So, it was Steve's fault?" Kevin goaded him.
"No man. I just felt like something was missing."
"Like what? You had good spots. Too damn many if you ask me. Don't know how some of this fuckers breath any more without being told to do so."
"I know," Scott replied as Kevin heard the shower hooks scraping along the metal rod. That was his sign that their conversation was over for now.
Kevin took at shower afterwards, then the two men packed up their bags and left. They hadn't seen Hulk since the re-entered the gorilla. Neither one of them felt much like waiting around either. They hopped in the rental and headed off. Kevin was going to drive Scott back to the hotel before hitting the town.
"You sure bout this brother?" Kevin prodded again as they pulled up to the front.
"Yeah man," Scott answered. "I just want to get some rest."
Kevin wasn't fully buying what his friend was selling, but he thought it best not to push the issue. "Well, if you change your mind, call me," he told Scott as he was exiting the vehicle.
Scott made his was to his room. As he stepped out of the elevator, he could see a figure with ashy hair sitting in front of his door. The sight caused his face to be painted with a goofy smile.
She stood as he approached her. "Well, it's about time. Fuck, you take forever." Her piercing blues were stabbing through him.
"How'd you escape the convent, sister?" he inquired with a smirk.
Her countenance morphed into a devilish grin. "That's not important, is it?" she responded.
He closed the gap between them, leaning into her ear. His warm breath prickled he flesh in the same manner as his raspy timbre when he spoke to her. "I suppose you really are a bad, bad girl, aren't you?" One hand moved to grasp her firm ass. "Maybe I should bend you over my knee and spank you for behaving like such a naughty girl, hmm?"
Reves struggled to maintain her image of indifference as a tiny mewl escaped her throat. Her breath had become heavy and her chest tightened the moment he approached, but she was fighting to keep a clam composure.
Before she had another moment to think, Scott's lips cam over hers with a firm passion. She returned with the dame unrelenting fervor. He pushed he back into the door as his hands roamed her voluptuous body freely. Her arms came around his neck and she beckoned his tongue to play along with hers.
Scott brought his left arm around her slender waist, pulling her supple frame again his rock-hard body, as he pulled out his room key. Having a small degree of difficulty, he unlocked the doo and the stumbled inside, barely breaking away from one another.