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Chapter 17 : The bloody, the beaten and the absolved.

I didn’t get a good nights sleep. Hell, I didn’t sleep at all. Thank god for Ginseng herbal tea and caffeine. Couple servings of Chai Spiced Latte and I was ready and raring to go, more on a caffeine and sugar high than anything. Since I was up most of that night, I was ready before everyone else and headed out. I was supposed to get to the arena before Mark, so I decided to head there. The plan was going to go into action shortly after noon and I wanted to be there early to talk to Al if I had to and then find Mark. I had arrived before 9 AM and no one else was there, so I took the opportunity to go work out. I knew the executive types would start coming in around 10 and wanted to get out and hide until I had to go antagonize Mark for a bit.

I was in the weight room of the arena when the door opened. I didn’t want to have to deal with anyone at that point and started picking up my stuff when I came face to face with Linda McMahon. I had only met her a few times before and didn’t really know her well but I was still in awe, She was a really cool lady.

“Hello Faith.”

“Uh, hello Mrs. McMahon. How are you?”

Linda smiled warmly and sat down on the bench, motioning for me to sit next to her. “I am fine, dear. Please call me Linda. I wanted to talk to you about the situation with Glenn Jacobs.”

I groaned, rolling my eyes. I looked back at her and was confused to see a smiled still playing on her lips.

“Matt told me what you will be doing this afternoon.”

“That dirty little….”

“I would like to help you.”

I turned in shock. “Help me? You want to…”

Linda took my hand and, still smiling, spoke. “I know who was in on it and I would like to teach them a bit of a lesson. You know who I am talking about don’t you?”

I nodded, getting angry, but happy at the same time. “Stephanie. Why does she hate me so much? All I did to her was…”

“Toss her over the barricade?” I nodded. “Faith, you must realize Stephanie is not used to people giving her real ‘bumps’ in the ring. For the most part, she has not had to fight for herself. Stephanie styles herself a Diva, but is not really prepared to take the beating it entails every week. You threw her over the wall and really hurt her, more her pride than anything. She knows she can not compete with you as a fighter because you were trained by your brothers, arguably the best self-trained pair in the business. Since she cannot defeat you by force, she’s going to try to get to you on a psychological level, hit you where it really does hurt. She is very good at that.

“I have talked to Vince and we agreed to let you do this, little stunt, so long as you don’t hurt our main-eventers too badly. Since this whole episode started, Glenn’s presentation of Kane has been somewhat disappointing, almost inferior to his usual performance. It is almost as if he has no heart for it. We would like give him the belt but need to make him work a little harder for it, in light of his recent showings. He is a very hard worker but we need that monster in him back out. When you convince him today of your innocence, I will be there. I will tell him exactly what has happened and you and I will turn him and Mark onto Irvine. For the money Irvine accepted, he should get a beating for it. I will leave my daughter to you. I would expect many of the other superstars will rally to your side for what has happened. Stephanie needs to be taught a lesson. I will be with Al when he talks to Glenn anyway. It makes it a little more believable that I would want to talk about contracts than just Al, even though he is his manager.

“Anyway Faith, I need to go. Matt said to remind you to hit Mark at noon exactly. I will be talking to Glenn around 11:30 when he is scheduled to arrive.” She stood, putting her hand on my shoulder. “I wish you the best of Luck. He really does love you, you know. More than he knows, I think.”

She left, leaving me sitting there to think my own thoughts. I had only one and it burned into my mind. Severely brutalize Stephanie McMahon.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I left the workout area around 10:30, most of the roster would be coming in around 11:30 and I would need plenty of time to find a broom or mop handle I could use. I would also need a place to hide for a bit, so I could watch for Mark’s arrival. I am pretty good at hiding, I can stay still for long enough not to be seen and learned to be quiet. It comes in handy when spying on my brothers. I know things about them they wouldn’t want out. Don’t tell them I told you that.

I found a dust mop with a handle I could unscrew and took it. I apologized quietly to the poor guy who would come back only to find his mop with no handle. After that I went to the back entrance, where most people would be parking their rentals. Mark would be in the arena by now and all I would have to do for the time being was wait. Mark is a creature of habit and comes down to inspect the rented Harley well before the show, so modifications can be made to fit his personal tastes. It’s your ticket money that pays for this stuff y’all, thought ya should know what you are paying for. I knew sometime before noon he would come down to inspect his ride for the night.

I settled down and waited, my stick by my side on the floor. I didn’t want to really hurt him, so I would hit him somewhere that would do a minimal amount of damage, his shoulder or something. Every other part of his body was injured too many other times.

While I am a patient person, I don’t like waiting when I know something inevitable is going to happen. Beating on Mark, I was going to make it inevitable; I was going to make him run after me. Al had, after a while, reminded me to stay away as best I could from the other wrestlers. ‘Careful of cruiserweights and the lighter guys. Stay away from the women. They can catch you if you don’t pay attention, and they’ll want to. Hell, just stay as far away as you can from all of them.’

I watched and waited. It was just about noon and I was getting a bit anxious. What if Mark came down to look at the bike, parked no more than ten feet from me, after noon, or not at all. Even creatures of habit sometimes go against themselves.

My worries were unfounded. At almost exactly 11:55, Mark Callaway, the American Bad ass came down to inspect a brand-new black and silver Harley Davidson. He crouched down on the other side, and I came out of my hiding place, quietly, the stick behind my back.

“Hello Mark.”

He looked up, seeing me. He snarled, almost like a rabid dog would, and turned his head back down to inspect the fittings on the bike.

“How are you?”

“What the hell do you want?”

I walked over to him. Trying successfully to hide the mop handle behind my back with one hand. I looked at his hands as he inspected the leather of the seat and spoke. “Just to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“I wanted to talk about Glenn. How is he? He been alright?”

He gave me a death look as he spoke, his eyes boring into mine. “What the hell do you care? You’re the one who went and broke his damned heart. What wwere you thinking, going off to screw Jericho? You had everything you would ever want from that man and you dragged it through the mud, for what? A couple hours amusement with Chris? Glenn would have taken care of you forever if you’d had given him the damned chance.”

I shook my head, to my surprise controlling my emotions. I sniffed but stood up straight, looking down at Mark, who had turned away from me. “I didn’t do it. You know me better than that.”

“All I know is you’re a lying, cheating whore and I hope you burn in hell for what you did to him.” He was looking away from me as he said it, the anger raising in his voice.

I shook my head but he couldn’t see me. “Mark, I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this. I’m sorry.” He turned, just as I pulled the stick from behind my back.

It almost reminded me of those old ninja movies you would see on TV. I pulled it out, whirled and swung at his side, hitting him full in the shoulder, right near the thinking demon on his arm. I swear I have never heard such a howl of rage come from a human before. His green eyes were wide with fury and he had a look of death in his face. The sound was… the only way I can describe it is, Unnatural. All I thought was ‘Oh Shit, the ‘Taker is gonna kill me’.

I dropped the stick and jumped back out of his reach. I turned to face him as he staggered to regain his footing. I knew damned well he was going to chase me, but I still egged him on.

“Come on then Mark. You wanna fight, call me a whore. Bring it on Big boy. I lost everything when he left me! I don’t care anymore!”

I ran as fast as I could, pushing past anyone in my way, almost blindly running for the locker room Glenn was supposed to be imprisoned in. I ran past Vince, who gave a weak yell of ‘Stop’ as Mark followed me down a side corridor. I think I knocked down Paul Wight, and possibly JR. I can’t be sure.

I found the room, Al had put a picture of Kane’s mask on the front so I knew where to go. I pushed open the door, sliding down on the floor to stop. I barely had any breath left to me as I yelled at Matt and Shane to get him. Mark had followed me, thankfully, and was pushed into the wall, not so gently, by Shane, Matt and Shannon. Jeff was behind the mass of male I called Glenn, attempting to keep him down while Matt and Shane sat on Mark’s back to keep him at bay.

Jeff had apparently gotten the big idea that tying Glenn up would work. He held up the rope and smiled at me brightly. “I had some left over.” Will Spot the Wonder Freak never cease?

I looked over at Linda and Al who were smirking beside Glenn, who looked a bit defeated but irritated. He looked up, death in his eyes as well as sorrow. I looked to Linda as I turned to duck behind him and went to let him loose. “Never let Jeff near rope.” I turned to Glenn and untied his hands. I stood and looked to him as he rubbed his wrists.

“Fucking dirty pool, Faith.” He looked to Al and Linda. “You didn’t want to talk about my contract did you. This is goddamn bullshit.” He was trying to walk out, but Shannon and Jeff jumped in front of the door and barred his exit.

I turned to where Matt was sitting on a very evil and pissed off looking Mark. “Let him up guys. I just want to talk to them both, not hurt them.”

Matt and Shane got up, Matt dodging a swift left jab from Mark. I saw from the corner of my eye that Al was going to step in but Linda held his arm and shook her head. I heard her whispering to him as I took the old messed up manila envelope from Jeff. I opened the envelope and set the pictures on the bench next to where Mark was standing.

“That’s where those went. Turning from just being a whore to a thief as well Faith?” Glenn looked angry enough to scream, but his voice was calm and cool, scary calm. I backed up a half step from him, not too sure of this whole situation and praying that it wouldn’t turn ugly. When you have two very large men, who are known for destroying people, in one room and both are angry to the point they are still calm, you know you have to watch what happens.

I turned to Glenn then Mark, looking both in their eyes as Matt and the other boys stood at ready near the door. I picked up the top one, the one I had marked with the red marker last night. I looked at it and felt the tears coming, no matter how much I tried to hold them back. Now or Never.

I held it up to Glenn, gently handing it in his direction. He looked at me like he just wanted me to die and I stood as tall as I could in front of him, trying to keep my courage up. “Have you looked at these?”

He nodded, getting angrier by the second. I saw Mark’s fists turning white, the death grip he had on his own hands. Glenn was flexing his hands, the same way he would as ‘Kane’ in the ring. “I looked at them every damned day. Why the hell would you ask that? It’s you. You fucked that little bastard and….”

I took a step closer to him while looking to Mark, interrupting him. “Have you looked at them? Closely?”

“Damn straight I have. It’s you.”

I pushed them into Mark’s hands, the ones that had given half the roster body art at some point in their careers. “Mark, you are known for giving most of us ink at one point. Al and Linda say you know your own art from anyone else’s. What tattoo did you give me?”

Glenn stepped toward me, obviously getting pissed off at the game of twenty questions. “What’s that got to do with anything? Not a Damned…”

I grabbed Mark by the collar and pulled him forward. He was surprised I had been bold enough to do it and answered me when I asked the Question again. “What fucking Tattoo did you give me?!”

He pulled my hands off his shirt as he answered, shrugging his shoulders, too surprised to be very angry at that point apparently. “The one you asked me to. Faith, hope, virtue. Chinese characters, sideways on your back, just below the belt line. What’s this got to do with anything?”

“Look at that Picture. You’re so good at identifying your own. Is that it? Tell me truthfully Mark, is that the tattoo you gave me?”

He looked at it closely, where I had circled the ink on the figure’s back. He looked, fingering the glossy paper as he did, turning it to get a better look at it in the light. Glenn looked at him like he was insane and crossed his arms. He spoke, voice cracking a bit but still angry.

“What’s this got to do with…”

“It’s not her.”

Glenn turned and looked at his best friend, who had gone pale as a sheet and flopped down on the bench. The big red machine scowled and looked to the American Badass like he couldn’t believe it for a minute. “What are you talking about? It’s her… you… we…”

“We were wrong. This isn’t her ink. It’s yours. Faith, hope, pride. Not virtue.” Mark dropped his head, dropping the picture in the process. Glenn picked it up as it fell and looked at it. Tears ran down his face as he did. He murmured under his breath, unintelligibly and sat on the chair he was in when I had come in, near bawling. It made me feel damn sorry for him, he had finally realized I hadn’t done anything against him. He hurt, but I hadn’t hurt him.

I turned, hearing Mark speak. He had looked to Linda and Al, trying to make sense of it all. “Do you guys know what the hell is going on, I’m damned confused and about to fucking lose my damned mind.”

Linda turned to Glenn, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket and handing it to the big man. “Stephanie paid Chris Irvine fifty-thousand dollars to doctor pictures of he and an old girlfriend. He apparently accepted. He has gone and taken classes in the use of computer imaging programs. As you can tell he didn’t have all the information he needed. Mark you told everyone they had similar tattoos. Everyone including Jericho and Stephanie assumed they were completely matching. No one but Glenn and you, Mark, have really seen Faith’s tattoo. Its far enough down it cant be seen properly. Glenn’s is high enough on his back, most of the male roster has seen it. Both Stephanie and Irvine assumed it was the same and added it.”

Glenn spoke up, wiping his face with the cloth Linda handed him. “Assumption is the mother of all fuck ups. We’re guilty of it too.” He stood, walking away from me toward a plasterboard wall on the other side of the room. He leaned against it as Mark spoke up.

Mark looked back to Linda. “How do you know all this?”

Linda smiled gently at Mark as a mother would a son. “Well. Parts of it Faith told me and Al and I figured out the rest. The part about paying Jericho? When you’re drunk, usually you can not lie. Stephanie is no different in that respect.”

“Where are they?” Mark turned to watch Glenn who had his head against the wall as he spoke.

Al walked over to where his friend was standing and looked back to Mark. “They’ll be here later, both of them had appearances today. Listen both of you, don’t take it out on them right now or when they get in. Make them think you don’t know what they did. Act as though nothing has changed right now. Tonight is the Rumble right? Mark, you and Glenn can take care of Jericho during the Rumble and then in the back afterwards, then the whole company will know as will the fans. Clear her name on TV and get it over with. Right now you have six hours to figure out between the two of you what you want to do. Faith has her own plans for Stephanie. I think you should….”

Glenn lost it completely at that point, nearly throwing his hand through the plaster wall. “I THINK I WILL FUCKING KILL IRVINE FOR THIS RIGHT NOW!” He headed toward the door but Mark grabbed him and held him back to the wall, a crack forming behind Glenn as he hit it.

“GLENN! Get your head together. Destroying them behind the scenes won’t prove shit. Getting him on screen will do it for everyone. Making him confess to it will prove the point. You’re being emotional about this right now. You need to look at this unemotionally now and later you can fucking flip out. Calm the hell down. Come on you and I need to talk. We need to figure this out and you need to figure out what you’re going to do. You have someone else to think about in this too. She’s going to want some vengeance too. Faith…” He turned and looked to me as he lead Glenn out of the room past Matt, Jeff, Shannon and Shane. “I want to see you before show time. In here. You and I. Linda can you guarantee me this room?”

She nodded as both men walked out. He didn’t turn as he spoke to me over his retreating form.

“7 P.M. in here.”

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I was in there at 6:30, waiting.

I was backstage before, biding my time after my Heat match. I had to job to some local woman, who didn’t like me much for what she thought I had done. I didn’t care. The match was a moot point and I had curtain-jerked, so there was no real point in caring about it. The worst was all the looks I had received backstage. The fans booing me was nothing, tolerable. The snide remarks I received from my coworkers, they hurt. Tonight was going to fix the whole thing, hopefully get it over with and get my reputation out of the gutter.

Mark came in, shoulder wrapped in ice. I looked at him with questions in my eyes. He smirked and spoke up. “Some crazy chick hit me so she could get her man back. Hurts like a bitch but I’ll live.” He sat down on the bench in front of me. He didn’t look angry anymore at least and I smiled. I looked at him and asked where Glenn was.

“Becoming Kane. You know how it is. He wants to talk to you. He’ll pick you up in the morning for breakfast. He wanted to do it tonight but after everything that’s going to happen, you both will need a clear head. How are you going to take care of Stephanie?”

“Dunno. I might just hurt her bad enough to kill her.”

He shook his head, disagreeing. “No, don’t hurt her that bad. Just make her wish she were dead. Linda says Stephanie’s doing a promo about half way through the show. We’ll get Irvine there and confront them both. Have those photos in your pocket. Tell them you have shown them to Glenn and me. Let Irvine and her get scared. Then you take Stephanie and we will take care of Chris. After that you’ll officially have your man back to ya.”

I smiled. “He still wants to be with me, after I had him kidnapped and whacked you?”

Mark smiled as he Stood up to leave. “Some part of him couldn’t believe you would do it. His own parents were on your side. He’s been hurt bad in the past but knows now you’re it for him. You didn’t hurt him like he thought. He did love you all that time. He still loves you more than he can tolerate. It hurts him bad. I had to share a room with him a couple times and he was moaning your name in his sleep a whole helluva lot. Poor guy’s damn obsessed with you. Go get ready for your second match of the night.”

He left at that point leaving me behind smiling and missing Glenn a whole lot more than I had.

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About two hours later, I was unobtrusively hanging around the backstage area, not really close to where the promos were taped, but not far enough away I wouldn’t see what was going on. I had the pictures in my pocket, folded up so anyone would at first see the ink. I had borrowed some Kikwear from Jeff, so I could show off my art if I had to(I probably looked enough like ‘Lita’ tonight it would freak a few people out). I was ready for my part in this little party and waited for my cue.

As I stood there, I heard someone walk up behind me, a large, heavy someone. I was going to turn around to see who was, but a massive hand was put on my mouth to quiet me. The owner turned me and I was face to face with Brock Lesnar.

“Don’t say anything, follow me. Mark and Glenn want you to. There’s been a change of plans”

I followed obediently behind the blonde. We skirted down the hall, ducking into what I thought for a minute was Steve Williams’s Locker room/office. “What the…?”

Brock pulled on my arm leading me in the room. I walked in and saw a few of the guys on the roster standing in the room and one pleading voice. Brock spoke to Mark who turned and smiled at me. He moved aside to show me what they had done.

Around us was John Layfield, Steve Williams, of course Brock, Mark, Matt, Mark Lomonica and Devon Hughes. I looked in the center to see Glenn clenching his hand, and a very prone and crying Chris Irvine, who seemed a bit worse for wear, his nose obviously broken.

Mark looked to me, looking pleased with himself. “Sorry Faith, had a change of plans. Steve got wind of it and he told a few of the other guys. So we decided to take care of the little problem. Glenn’s been having a bit of fun beating on the little bastard.”

Steve walked up to Irvine as Glenn stood away from him, apparently trying to get himself under control. He turned his back on the scene while Steve took care of it. He grabbed the blonde hair and forced Chris’s face toward me. He pointed with his other hand and spoke, his voice commanding and authoritative.

“You Damned Son of a bitch. Was the money worth it now? Was tarnishing a good woman’s name worth it? I think Glenn here’s been damned lenient on your ass, If’n it was my woman I’d done broke your scrawny neck, not just your nose. Faith…” he looked to me, Irvine’s bloody head dripping in front of me, his face looking like he was in intense pain. “What do you want done with this asshole? I think your man over there has already stomped a mudhole in his ass. We could do whatever you want, short of killin’ him.”

I shook my head, sick at the sight of the blood. He deserved it but It made me want to retch looking at him. I backed up into Mark and looked up at all of them. “He’s in pain, now humiliate him and the bitch I’m gonna beat senseless tonight.”

John nodded in agreement. “Humiliation in front of the millions would work more. Let everyone know Little Hardy here was innocent and got set up. It’s the least we could do for what she’s had to put up with.”

Steve nodded and let go of the long blonde hair. Irvine fell to the floor, his pretty boy face badly mangled. Mark picked him up where Steve had held him and forced him to stand. Glenn grabbed Mark’s hand where it held. Mark looked at him, not able to read his face well with his mask on. All of the guys in the room were ring-ready and wanting to head out to confront Stephanie, but looked back at Glenn gripping Mark’s hand. Mark stared. Glenn, in his new mask with the mouth plate cut out, spoke, clearly so he wouldn’t be misunderstood by anyone in the room.

“She’s mine to protect. I want him.”

Mark nodded and abruptly dropped his prisoner. Glenn didn’t hesitate picking him up by the hair on the back of his neck and drug him, Chris wailing behind him. “Faith, go confront the stupid bitch before I kill her myself.”

I nodded, walking out in front of my eight defenders and headed for the area where Brock had come to get me. It took less time to get there than it had coming away and smiled wickedly to myself as I got near the promo area, the guys only a few steps behind me. There was Stephanie McMahon, the queen of hell herself, cutting her scathing little promo over whatever Diva she would not REALLY fight tonight. I stopped thinking about everything then, running from the hall we were in and rushing her, acting on impulse and throwing my shoulder into her gut, knocking her into the stage behind her. I began attacking her, viscously(no ref so who cared), I stopped when I heard ‘Jericho’ falling at my side and the heavy breathing of ‘Kane’ behind me. I could tell the camera was watching now, eight large males behind one tall scrawny female gets a lot of attention, and not just in porn.

I stood in front of her, grabbing the folded pictures from my pocket and throwing them down. Her swelling face was terrified, knowing she and her cohort had been found out.

“Bad photo manipulation Stephy-poo. You didn’t even get the art right. Ok ‘Jericho’ Spill it.” I grabbed his head, pointing his beaten face at the camera. “Tell them what ya did.”

He looked overcome and averted his eyes from the camera but spoke, chokingly. “I took fifty-thousand dollars from Stephanie McMahon earlier this year to fix some photos. They were not of Faith Hardy and I, It was an old girlfriend of mine. I doctored the photos. I made Kane and the Undertaker think Faith had been disloyal. I did the dirty work, and Stephanie McMahon paid me to…in more ways than one.”

Stephanie gasped and attempted to look shocked and dismayed, but ‘Bradshaw’ grabbed her and drawled, “Your little act is nothing more than that…an act. We all know you’re looser than the slots in Vegas.”

I dropped Irvine’s head and looked at the Coach, who had been conducting Steph’s promo and stuck around for the action. “Did you get that Coachman? Gotta repeat it for the folks at home? Come on everyone knows what happened anyway. Let’s tell them.”

Coach nodded, smiling, relieved at the whole thing being over. “For those of you just in, Faith Hardy and a large contingent of men from the roster, including The Undertaker and Kane, have encouraged Chris Jericho to confess to her framing on the orders of Stephanie McMahon.”

I walked off after hearing it, hugging Mark around the middle and being hugged by the rest of the guys who had beaten the snot out of Irvine. I looked over at Glenn, who was staying well back from me. He had removed his mask and was smiling in my direction. He mouthed the words ‘Talk later’ and put the mask back on his face, grinning through the cut out mouth plate.

After a while they all left, from Bubba and D’von to Bradshaw and Stone Cold. It was the night of the Rumble after all and each one wanted that title shot at Wrestlemania. Wouldn’t you? At the end of it, ‘Kane’ went in near the beginning and was the last out, Steve won this one, but he was scripted to. The rest of the bout didn’t matter so long as Steve was the last. Contracts can be a bitch. Glenn didn’t care too much, his time would come and he knew it. The world of wrestling, what a trip. But I wouldn’t change it for the world.

I assumed Glenn had wanted to talk to me before he left but Mark said no, he’d still pick me up in the morning. “You both need one good night’s sleep at least. Go and get rested up. He’ll pick ya up at your hotel at 9 am. Go.” He shooed me off and I blew a kiss to the red form behind him as I walked off.
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