Have you ever had one of those times, when you have actually judged a book by its cover, read everything you could on the internet about that person and when you met them it was the biggest let down off your life.
That is what happened to Raine, she followed wrestling for years, well one certain one in particular I thing you can guess, Mr tall, rude and obnoxious. Yep Mark Calaway better known as "The Undertaker". He was good in the ring, and from what you read he supported everyone backstage. That wasn't the thing she was interested in, she liked the man himself, the good looks, the way he thought he was above everyone else, and for some reason his damn love life fascinated her too. He was on his third wife, Blonde and bimbo as per the last one, what had her thinking was, they were blonde when they married, but through the marriage they changed to brunette. Hell if he wanted damn brunette he should have married brunette, yet the man was attracted to blond, young, damn young.
Was that their doing or his?. Did he control them, like people wrote about?. Was he a bastard to live with?. Over in the UK you didn't get to read much about the wrestler's life outside the ring, hell half of it was kept quiet by the company. She bet he was a nasty piece of work, his whole attitude screamed fuck with me and you will face the consequences. Yeah he seemed ok in an interview, but there was always that barrier, if you pushed he would get up and walk away. One Of his interviews he confirmed his wife, was more a tomboy, they watched sport, went to boxing matches, but there was no love in his eyes, just a fondness for her. Yes Mark Calaway fascinated her, pity he was bloody married, and had a child with his latest.
Raine took bets on how long this one would last, he had done more on the road this time after Wrestlemania which wasn't like him, was he getting bored at home?. He seemed to last around 4/5 years with someone and then walk away not caring in the slightest the hurt he left behind. She had read that he never bothered with his kids, his life was about him and him only. Didn't stop her from wanting one night with the guy, hell he most probably slept with thousands of women over the years. Ok to top it all off she had a very low opinion of him, very low, so imagine her surprise when she won a contest through an English WWE promotion, to meet any wrestler she chose, they would take her around the arena, behind the scenes as well as limited goods signed by the wrestler.
Raine Owen was going to finally meet Mark Calaway neither realising how that one meeting would change both of their lives forever.
Mark loved being on the road, he hated being away from Michelle, well home really, he was a home boy loved his ranch, his dogs, the peace from the madness that was his life. He was close to his mum, even more so, since his dad died, his brothers were close to him as well as their families.
Thinking back to his wife, he had taken Michelle under his wing when she first joined the diva search, only because he wanted to fuck her brains out, things progressed quickly, whilst he was still with Sara, not the best thing to do a few times they had been caught. The odd picture here and there, when they were at the airport sitting close, or holding hands going to a club, when he said he was with Glenn. He had always managed to win Sara round claiming it was all promotion work, he got itchy feet at times and found it hard being tied down to one woman, all his wives were good women, he never controlled them it was all hype, made his character look good. When Sara found out the truth she beat the shit out of him, hell he gave as good as he got, his anger had gotten him in shit, and Vince bailed him out, and kept Sara quiet, like had had with Jodie. He owed Vince a lot, if it got out that he had hit both his wives, then all hell would break loose, in truth they hit first but he had hit back, which wasn't good for a man, never mind a man his size.
Raine's plane touched down in Houston late evening, she was being met by a limo, which would take her to the hotel. Vince would meet her around 10-00pm and go through what would happen for the few days she was with them. He wasn't sure if Mark could make it that evening, but he would certainly join them for breakfast in the morning. Raine grabbed her bags and headed out of the airport into the waiting limo, her hands shaking, her stomach churning, had she done the right thing.
After being shown to her room, she placed her luggage down, oh wow it was one beautiful place, so much bigger than the little flat she lived in back home. Noticing the time she could take a quick shower, she hated the smell of the aircraft, washing it all away in her lavender scent, she washed her long chocolate coloured hair, at 42, she really should have known better than to do this, but hell it was a once in a life time offer and no woman in their right mind would turn down the offer to meet their idol. Slipping on her black dress and heels she curled her hair, before grabbing her keys and phone, she had 10 minutes to go, her hands shaking she needed a damn drink, best thing was to go down to the hotel bar and wait for Vince, with any luck he would be waiting.
Ordering a vodka neat, she sat on the bar stool, no sign of either men, gulping it down to take the edge off, she ordered another, this time with juice. She was tired with the flight and time differences, hoping Vince wouldn't be too long. Looking through the bar she saw, a tall man, dressed in blue jeans, black tshirt, oh fuck, oh fuck, he had turned up, her hands shook, gulping the drink quickly, she had to get another. Oh my god he was walking towards the bar, watching him order a beer, he sat down on the stool.
What the hell was he doing here?. Oh yeah Vince had got one of his stupid ideas, and now he had to deal with a fucking fan for the next day or so, a bloody woman. Yeah she would be all over him like a fucking rash, if she was passable he might fuck her, give her something they all craved, a night with "The Undertaker". Raine watched him, noticing that a few women on another table were eyeing him too. He was a good looking man, and she was going to have him between her legs before she went home, no if's or buts she hadn't flown all this way not to fuck him.
Mark had noticed the women on the table to the side, hoping they would leave him the hell alone, he didn't want to be here.
"Excuse me are you The Undertaker" fuck here it came again. Turning round he plastered the false smile on his face, shit she was young enough to be his daughter, yes he liked them young, but even he stopped at jailbait. Sneaking a look at the couple, Raine wanted to see if he would , let her down gently or take her to the nearest bathroom and fuck her senseless. Pushing his hands through his hair, wanting to just tell this little girl to fuck off, he noticed Raine smiling.
"Something amusing you darlin" Oh god his voice, it was like a deep warm whiskey running through her veins, and when he turned those emerald eyes to hers, she almost melted on the spot.
"No,no, Bar man another please, this is more entertaining than TV" The young girl cut her losses and walked away, as Mark turned his full attention on Raine.
"Glad you think so darlin" checking the girl had gone "I hate when people that young throw themselves at me"
"Mr Calaway, the reason they do that is because you like them young,, you enjoy fucking around, and from what I hear, you sleep with women to give them "The Undertaker" " Mark didn't like what this women was saying, fucking bitch, yes he liked then younger, only so he could show off that an old man like him could still get them younger. Was it ever love, well at first no, did it go to love, he wasn't sure, he had a respect for his wives. But love, hell no, the only people he loved were his family, kids and himself.
"Don't believe everything you read sweetheart, I hate rumours, you don't know me, so don't fucking judge me" grabbing his beer he downed it in one, then walked off to wait for Vince, checking his watch, hell he was late. Leaning against the wall he folded his arms, hearing some heels, he saw the damn broad from the bar, walking towards him, Hell she wasn't too bad looking, in fact if she wasn't so old he may have lived up to the reputation that the press had off him.
"What now?"
"Have we stopped throwing our dummy out off our cot, Mr Calaway, honey if you don't like what I say, they you shouldn't feed the rumour mill" he just twigged, she was English, oh fuck was this that damn fan, he prayed it wasn't, no way would god be this fucking cruel to him.
"Ahh Mark I see you have met Raine, our winner of the completion" All Mark could think was damn I'm fucked.
