Ch 36
The energy inside the arena was electric, the crowd already buzzing as the night of King of the Ring unfolded. Backstage, Bella walked confidently through the halls, wearing form-fitting black leggings that hugged her curves, paired with a low-cut, seductive black tank top that showed off her figure.
As she turned a corner, she nearly ran into Kane. He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over her. "So… he did it," Kane murmured, a dark smirk curling his lips. "The Deadman got himself a fallen angel for a wife."
"Does that upset you?" she cautiously asked.
Kane gave a small shake of his head, but there was something in his stance that made her not move. "It does. You've made a mistake. You shouldn't trust my brother. You need to be careful Bella," he finally said, his voice low.
Bella arched a brow, feigning amusement. "You're worried about me? That's sweet but not necessary. I'm sure there are other people you can worry about besides me."
Kane didn't respond, just stared at her for a long moment before shaking his head and walking away. Bella watched him go, she seemed to tremble for a moment before heading on her way again.
She didn't get far before another familiar voice called out to her.
"Well, well, if it isn't the Ministry's wicked little queen of darkness."
Bella turned to see The Rock standing in the hallway, arms crossed over his chest, his signature smirk in place. She sighed dramatically. "What do you want, Rock? I'm not in the mood to play with you right now."
The Rock stepped closer, lowering his voice slightly. "The Rock's got a proposition for you."
Bella gave an exaggerated yawn. "Let me guess—you want me to abandon my dark ways and come back to the light?"
He shook his head. "Not quite, but close." He took a step closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "The Rock knows you love playing your little mind games with him, but let's make things interesting tonight. If The Rock beats The Undertaker for the WWF Championship, you come with The Rock for a drink after the show. No magic, no ministry, no mind tricks—just you and The Great One."
Bella let out a dark laugh. "You want to take me out? That's adorable. In case you forgot, I'm happily married."
The Rock smirked. "The Rock just wants a conversation not a date. The Rock is well aware who you are unhappily married to. The Rock wants some alone time with you where you're not running around with your little cult, not hiding behind all this spooky nonsense. The Rock also wants you to agree to giving him a fair chance tonight to win the title and the deal by not using your hocus pocus on him. Unless you're afraid your Deadman can't win without your help."
Bella tilted her head, pretending to consider his offer. "I'm not afraid of anything my Dark Lord has won many times without me and he can definitely beat you without my help. It's just more fun for me helping him win by making you my puppet," she wickedly smiled. "And when you lose the match what do I get?"
The Rock sighed. "Let the Rock guess—if the Rock loses, The Rock has to let you keep messing with him without trying to stop you. "
She grinned wickedly. "See you don't need alone time with me you already know what I want. You stop trying to save me, and I get to continue doing whatever I please to you."
He studied her for a moment before nodding. "Fine Bella, it's a deal."
Bella smirked, holding out her hand. "Deal."
The Rock hesitated for only a second before shaking her hand. The moment their hands touched, Bella leaned in slightly, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. "I'll win our deal. I'm not ready to cut the strings on you yet."
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving The Rock watching her go shaking his head.
As Bella pushed open the door to The Undertaker's locker room, she was about to sit down. When the Undertaker appeared behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist pulling her back against him. "Where have you been, angel?"
Bella smirked, relaxing into his embrace. She tilted her head slightly, letting her fingers trail over his hand resting on her waist. "Did you miss me?"
The Undertaker whispered again. "You know I always do. Tell me where have you been." He turned her around in his grasp, his piercing eyes scanning her face.
But before he questioned her again, Bella sighed. "I ran into Kane."
His expression darkened instantly, the playful glint in his eyes replaced with something far more menacing. "What did he say to you?" His voice had taken on that dangerous edge the most feared.
Bella met his gaze, unfazed. "He told me to not trust you and to be careful."
The Undertaker scoffed, his grip on her tightening slightly. "Don't waste your time worrying about my brother." He cupped her chin, forcing her to hold his gaze. "He just wants to cause trouble for us."
Bella's lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, I know. Which is why I didn't take him seriously."
His fingers lingered for a moment before he finally let go, though his intense gaze never wavered. Bella took a step back and leaned against the locker, crossing her arms.
"Kane wasn't the only one I ran into on the way here." The Undertaker kept staring at her. "Who else?" She softly said not looking away from him. "I ran into Rock and he made a deal with me."
At this, his eyes narrowed slightly. "What kind of deal? You should have spoken to me first before making a deal."
Bella's eyes widened before she spoke. "If he wins the championship tonight, I will go with him for a drink after the show by myself. If you win, I will keep controlling him and he will stop trying to save me. Also I'm not allowed to control him during the match."
The Undertaker's expression didn't change, but the slight clench of his jaw gave away he didn't like the sound of her going for a drink with the Rock. Before he could say anything, Bella stepped forward, trailing her fingers down his chest, her nails barely grazing his skin. "You have no reason to worry I'm not going anywhere with him," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, "I made the deal because I know my Dark Lord will win. That is why I didn't come speak to you first. I trust you to make sure he loses the deal and I win."
His expression shifted, an evil smile flashing across his face as he gazed down at her. "There is no way in hell I would let you go anywhere with him even for a minute. Next time talk to me before you make any deals," his voice was deep, laced with dark amusement. He grabbed her chin lightly again, tilting her face up. "You're turning into quite the troublemaker."
She whispered softly. "I'm your troublemaker and you'll win tonight."
He stared down into her eyes, "You are mine forever. I'm going to destroy the Rock tonight."
Bella gave him a wicked smile, her eyes flashing with excitement. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
The main event of the night arrived, and the crowd was on fire as The Undertaker and The Rock faced off for the WWF Championship. The match was brutal, both men exchanging devastating blows, each determined to walk away with the title. Bella kept her word, staying silent at ring side.
As the match neared its climax, The Rock had momentum, hitting The Undertaker with a spinebuster and setting up for The People's Elbow. The arena erupted as he ran off the ropes, but just as he was about to connect, the lights flickered.
A second later, The Corporate Ministry stormed the ring.
Bradshaw and Faarooq were the first to attack, blindsiding The Rock. Triple H followed, delivering a devastating shot with a steel chair. The referee had no choice but to call for the bell, signaling a disqualification—The Undertaker retained his championship.
The crowd booed loudly as The Rock tried to fight back, but the numbers were too much. Bella stood on the outside, smirking as she watched the chaos unfold. She had won.
The Undertaker stepped over The Rock, his championship still in his possession, while Bella climbed onto the apron, locking eyes with The Rock as he lay on the mat.
She blew him a mocking kiss. "I warned you. You wouldn't win puppet."
With that, she hopped down and let the Undertaker lead her from the ring, leaving The Rock fuming in the center of the carnage.