"Well, Mr. Callaway, you seem to have made a very good recovery from
your
car accident. As long as you avoid being dropped on your head,"
here the
doctor grinned as I rolled my eyes, "you should be fine to go back
to
wrestling."
I tried to keep my composure, but couldn't hold back a slightly goofy
smile.
Finally, an end to the utter boredom of sitting around my house, waiting
for
something to do. After some last warning, I was allowed to leave
the
doctor's office and go home.
When I walked in the door, Dennis looked up from his newspaper.
"What's the
news?"
Again, I grinned. "All clear."
Dennis jumped up to hug me. "That's great, Mark! You tell McMahon yet?"
I shook my head, and together we went to the phone. I dialed.
"Hello, can
I speak to Vince McMahon....this is Mark Callaway, do I need to eat
your
soul little girl? That's what I thought. Yeah, I'll hold.....Vince!
Yeah,
it's me. I got medical clearance to come back...yeah...next week
works....well I'd assume he is." I covered the mouthpiece of
the phone.
"Dennis, you're coming back with me, right?" Dennis paled,
but he seemed
to force himself to nod. I kicked myself for forgetting about
that, about
what was waiting for Dennis back at work. "Vince, I...we need
to talk
sometime soon."
As I hung up the phone, Dennis tucked himself further into my arms.
"I'm
sorry."
"Don't be." I held him tightly. "I won't let them touch you again."
"I know." Dennis sniffled a bit. "Doesn't really help."
I pulled him so that we were both sitting on the couch. "Do you
want to go
back?"
"Yeah..." Dennis sighed. "I just don't want to have to see
them...Hunter
and Stephanie...I know it sounds really stupid, because I have to face
them
sometime...."
I have spent the last few months trying to solve problems that came
up like
a rational adult, because that's what Dennis wanted and needed.
Now, I
think there needs to be a return to the old way of doing things.
"Denny?
Did you tell my brother about what happened?"
He looked up at me slowly. "He knows Hunter attacked me.
Not the...other
part."
I nodded. "That's good. I need his help with something..."
Dennis cut me off before I could say anything else. "I don't want
to know,
Mark. Not till whatever's going on is over." He walked
away, leaving me to
start making phone calls.
***
I settle myself into a chair in Shane McMahon's office. "Boy,
we need to
have a chat."
Shane stares at me from the other side of his desk. I told him
over the
phone that I had a plan to increase his power in the WWF. Now
he's all
ears. "So, let's chat."
I leaned back. I was pretty proud of myself for coming up with
this one.
"You remember, back in July of '99? When your mom and Stephanie
made Austin
the CEO and that really pissed off you and your daddy?" Shane
nodded,
indicating that I should continue. "So you put up a briefcase
with all the
WWF stock in it, and had a ladder match for it."
Shane leaned his elbows on the desk. "I don't quite get the point
of this
history lesson."
I grinned. "You and your dad got that briefcase. That's
50% of the stock
for you, 50% for him."
He was beginning to catch on. "So what you're saying is..."
"What I'm saying is that you can take your ass out there and take away
her
power because it's yours."
I stood up and was going to walk away when Shane grabbed my arm.
"Mark...why are you doing this?"
I turned back to look at him. "Because Stephanie's done some things
that
even this can't really make up for."
He paused. "No, seriously. What do you want in return?"
I thought for a moment. "One of your top guys is gonna get his
ass beat
tonight. Try not to get too pissed." I left the office.
***
Me and Dennis sat next to each other on a bench in the locker room,
watching
Stephanie bawl her eyes out. "But...but....you can't DO this
to me!" she
whined.
"I can do whatever the hell I want," Shane responded, in the closest
thing
he could get to a growl.
We watched the argument proceed, even laughing a few times as security
guards ended up escorting Stephanie from the building. The girl
was
devastated...Shane had been more brutal then I imagined. Stephanie
was
currently banned from all WWF events. I couldn't be happier.
We continued to watch, until Dennis wondered out loud why Hunter hadn't
come
to assist Stephanie. I kissed him and asked him to hitch a ride
with
Bradshaw back to the hotel so I could clear up some unfinished business.
After almost everyone had cleared out after the show, I wandered into
the
boiler room, smiling as I remembered my match with Mick in here.
I think
what I'm about to do will be more fun.
Kane stood there, over a handcuffed to the wall, duct-taped Hunter.
"He's
real fun to watch, keeps squirming like a fish out of water," my brother
remarked.
I laughed. Hunter did look real funny, flopping around, his eyes
wide over
the gray tape covering his mouth. I ripped it off in a quick
motion. "So
Hunter, how do you like being tied up? Defenseless?"
"I don't know what..." Hunter's words were cut off by my fist
slamming into
his stomach.
Kane looked at the two of us and grinned. "I'm gonna be going
now. Have
fun, Mark."
I hit Hunter again. "How do you like someone kicking your ass
while you lay
there helpless?" Another blow, this one to his face. I
could see a tiny
trickle of blood start from his lip. "Kinda like what you and
your bitch
did to Dennis."
He took a deep breath. "Oh come on Mark, we were...."
I hit him in the face again, silencing him. "You were just what?
Violating
him? Raping him? I don't want your fucking excuses, Hunter."
Part of me
wanted to unlock Hunter, make this a more fair fight, but a bigger
side
wanted me to let Hunter keep feeling as helpless as he had made Dennis
feel.
"Too bad that I'm too much a gentleman to hit Stephanie. I took
away her
control in the WWF though."
Hunter's eyes got wide. "You did what?"
I smiled. "She lost her control. Looks like you won't be
screwing your way
to the belt anymore, Hunter." I kicked him between his legs and
he howled
in pain. "Yup, won't be needing that equipment anymore."
Hunter was beginning to beg. "Mark, stop, look, I'm sorry, it
was
Stephanie's idea...."
"Oh was it now?" He nodded fervently. I kicked him in the
balls again,
harder this time. "You told me yourself you held him down.
Can't get away
with blaming this all on your bitch." Another punch to his head
and I could
see his eyes starting to glaze over. "You ever fuck with Denny
again, I'll
kill your ass. That is not a threat, I'm not just trying to sound
tough, I
will kill you." One last blow and he was out cold.
I walked away, rubbing my knuckles. I picked up my duffel bag
and rustled
though it to find my cell phone. I dialed the hotel. "Denny?
Hey baby,
how bout you run us a bath? I'll be home soon.....yes you heard
me
right.....why? Cuz I thought it would be nice, that's why.
What is this, I
can't be nice to you?....ok ok, sure, you can add bubbles, but don't
expect
me to like it...."