Undertaker pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt a migraine forming. The irritation was easy to feel,it was radiating from him in waves. The smart ones moved out of his way,much credit to them.
"I thought we had something special! Listen to me Taker!" The instant Michelle grabbed him by his arm,she mentally slapped herself. She was very quickly proving to him that all blondes were complete airheads.
"Taker? What are you doing? I'm sorry okay," She backed away slowly as soon as Undertaker turned to her visciously and his eyes rolled back into the depths of his mind. Michelle was almost tripping over her own feet,"I'm really sorry ..."
"If you know whats good for you Michelle I won't see your face again." He towered over he easily and let out a threatning growl. In mere seconds she fled,letting him peacefully walk to his locker room.
"Scene. Thanks Mark." The camera man gathered their equipment and filed away from the hallway. Michelle rounded the corner from where she went to "hide" when Undertaker was going to "attack" her.
"Hope I didn't scare ya much." Mark flipped his hair back and sat down on the couch which complimented his room. Decades in the company really did do wonders in the long run.
"Just a bit but I'll survive big guy." She patted his arm and stole a water from his mini fridge,taking a long swig.
"I guess I'll have to try harder then." He stood up and slowly backed Michelle out of the room,shutting the door square in her face. He sighed and sat down grunting. His knee was still hurting him and being in grueling matches most nights wasn't helping,but he wasn't complaining. Surgery was coming up soon so hopefully the pain would be gone for a while. Speaking of pain ...
If the damned angle with Michelle didn't end very soon,they were going to find a bullet hole through his temple. Yup that's how much the woman was getting to him. How could someone be so ... ugh. Groaning,he rose from the couch and went to change into his street clothes.
"I need a drink." He adjusted his duffel bag over his shoulder and walking toward the xit -nodding to those who greeted him- he mounted his harley and decided to just go to the comfort of his hotel room.
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"Well looky here. How's my bundle of sweetness doing?" Glenn lazily put his arm around Talyse's shoulders.
"Hello to you too Glenn." She shrugged his arm off,not quite in the mood. Ever since she joined the company as a photographer,Glenn had been trying to pursue her. At first it was a major pain in the ass but the big man just wouldn't stop. Talyse set him straight and they soon became friends ... best friends at that.
"Aw what's wrong? Usually you come back with a smartass comment." At this point Glenn stood in front of Talyse,massive arms crossed in front of his broad chest.
"I'm fine Glenn." She pushed past him and played with the camera that was starpped around her neck. She was on her way to her office to look through the pictures taken that night at ringside.
"Not so fast. 'I'm fine' is code for 'I have a problem and need a very handsome Glenn to talk to'." Glenn smirked when a small smile started to from on his best friends lips. Talyse sighed and dragged Glenn to the confines of her office.
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Retirement was coming soon. Mark shifted in bed,his hands under his head and stared at the ceiling. His body was beginning to hurt almost everywhere and even though he did not want to admit it,soon he would be hitting the 50 year old point.
Reaching over,he turned the bedroom lamp on and propped himself on one elbow. A drink and someone to keep his ass sane is what he needed right about now. Finding his cell phone by the alarm clock,he scrolled through his contacts and brought the phone to his ear.
"Hey man ... In my hotel room, feeling bad for myself ... Fuck you ... I was actually gonna call ya fer that ... alright meet ya there in a bit."
Running his hand down his face,Mark put on some jeans,boots,leather vest and bandana to keep his braid in place. Satisfied,he grabbed his wallet and put on his shades on his way to the bar.
