By AnimalloversInc.
Author's note: I do not own any of the WWE people; Vince does (Lucky guy!), but I do own the original characters. I created those. This is my first fan fic featuring Mark Calaway. Hope you all enjoy it and as always feel free to review it, I enjoy hearing the feedback!
The music blared in the club; the rhythm was pulsing and everyone inside was dancing. Mark hated these types of places; give him a hole-in-the-wall bar and he was a happy man. He couldn't believe he had allowed Glen and some of the other guys talk him into coming here, but here he was. The group of them grabbed a table in the corner and gave their drink orders to the attractive, thin brunette who was now practically throwing herself at Randy. He hated women like that, he preferred a woman that he had to work for. He actually enjoyed the chase, it made the relationship that followed mean more when things worked out; not that it had worked out for him in the past. He had recently gone through his second divorce and Sara had gone for the jugular. That's why the guys had dragged him here, they thought he needed to go out and have some fun. He thought he needed to be in the hotel room, drinking his Jack Daniels or out on his motorcycle just riding around. He looked around the club, taking in the people on the dance floor, the people at the bar and as his eyes scanned the room, he spotted the woman in the booth above the crowd. She was something else! This woman had curves in all the right places and they were highlighted nicely by the black leather pants and red leather bustier she was wearing. She left him speechless; this evening was starting to look up. He could only hope that her personality would be as magnetic as her looks. He half-heartedly joined in conversations at the table and at one point even danced with a young woman who had approached him, all the while; keeping his eye on the woman in the booth. He saw an opportunity when she left the booth and made her way to the bar. He excused himself from his friends and politely pushed his way to the bar, trying to get at close to where she was standing as he could.
"Hey princess, how's the night going down here?" Kat asked the blond, thin guy working behind the bar. The man rested his elbows on the bar in front of her and paused with a smile on his face.
"Its queen, baby…queen. That's the correct term you're looking for. Things are good tonight, good crowd, but I guess we've got you to thank for that huh!" Thomas smiled looking up at Kat.
"Baby…you aren't nearly old enough to be called queen! So you're a princess in my book. As for the crowd, I play it and they come. It's a gift, or a curse...I haven't figured it out yet." She was just about to say something else when some loud mouth guy started a fight with someone else and they both slammed into her. She shot Thomas a look that screamed I'm going to kick this guy's ass! She scanned the room for the bouncers and as usual, one of them was too far away, one was hitting on some random girl, and the third was just not paying any attention at all. Great! Fucking great! These guys are clowns, just wait until I talk to Dominic about this! Kat fumed as the fight raged next to her. Well, only one thing to do…take care of this myself! I definitely don't get paid enough for this shit! The loudmouth who had started the fight was about to swing at the other guy, but Kat caught his arm mid-swing. "You're outta here buddy!" She started hauling him toward the door. She almost had him past the bar, when he elbowed her in the abdomen. "Son of a Bitch!" Kat swore, but popped back up looking to grab the guy again. As she straightened, he swung his fist at her, she ducked again just in time.
Mark saw what was happening now and was pissed. You just didn't hit a woman. Hell, you should never even attempt it as far as he was concerned. He stomped his way toward the two, determined to help the beautiful woman out. "Hey asshole! Don't even lift your fist again, or I'm going to break that arm!" He growled.
Kat looked over to the large guy headed her way shouting at the guy she was trying to bounce. Great! Just what I need, another person getting involved. She didn't have the ability to watch out for this guy and at the same time bounce the loudmouth from the club. "Thanks, but I got this. Just stay out of my way." She looked at the guy, who looked like a biker. Tattoos covered his massive arms and Kat had no problem picturing him on the back of a Harley. She almost didn't dodge the next punch, but she did, unfortunately, he ended up punching the biker guy in the face. Kat's mouth dropped open as she watched the punch in slow motion. She could tell things were about to get real bad, real fast. She took the opportunity to grab the guy and drag him quickly out of the club, telling the door guys not to let him back in. As Kat walked back inside she spotted the guy surrounded by a group of other guys…obviously his friends and he did not look happy. She felt bad and walked up with every intention of asking if he was alright, but as sometimes happened with Kat, it was not the way it came out. "What the hell were you thinking? Did I not tell you I had it under control and just to stay out of my way?" Kat got pissed off; after all he wouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place if he had just stayed out of the way.
Mark couldn't believe that guy had just punched him, he was getting ready to hit back when the woman dragged him out of the club. He was totally dissatisfied, but the guy was lucky; very lucky! The guys all gathered around after seeing what had gone down, some suggesting they go outside and find the punk. Mark shrugged them off and told them he was fine. He was feeling even better when the woman started walking up to him, until she opened her mouth. She started screaming at him, which not only shocked the guys, but shocked him. He really felt the anger boiling up in him, and yet she had spunk and attitude. Instead of giving it right back to her, he just laughed. It was a loud, rolling, rumbling laugh. "Darlin' you have a set on you, I like that! What's your name?" Mark asked in between chuckles.
Kat was taken aback for a moment. He was laughing. It should piss her off, but it intrigued her, she was a bit annoyed with the whole "Darlin'" thing. "My name is Kat…and you better believe I have a set. I'd love to chat some more, but I just spent fifteen minutes doing someone else's job and not my own. Thomas…can I get my usual, up in the booth? Thanks baby!" Kat smiled briefly at Mark and walked off back to her booth.
Mark walked to the bar and got Thomas' attention, "I've got a $50 tip for you if you'll tell me where I can send Kat flowers." Thomas smiled at him and scribbled something down.
