Mark threw his luggage on the bed and opened it up. He then threw some of his clothes on it. Smackdown! show today and he doesn't want to be late to the arena. While he busying doing that, GenieXelex look through all the frame pictures that were on the table and ceiling. He took one frame and look at it closely. It's a picture of Mark and a beautiful blonde lady, both smiling showing their white straight teeth. There's also text that says 'Happy 5th Anniversary' with a heart shape beside it.
"Your wife?" GenieXelex asked, still looking at the picture.
"Yes," Mark answered without stopping whatever he's doing. He knows who GenieXelex asked about. Hell, he only had one wife and most of the pictures are either him or his wife, Alice. Kids? None.
GenieXelex placed the frame back to its original place. He then looked at Mark who were still busy stuffing his clothes into the luggage. "Where we're going?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Oklahoma," Mark answered, zipping up his luggage. He carried the luggage by holding the handle and went downstairs. He dropped the luggage once he reached the front door. He startled when he found GenieXelex waiting closely behind him. Mark looked behind GenieXelex and asked, "How far can you go?"
"As far as I want," he answered simply. Mark shook his head and went up the stairs, into his master bedroom. He opened the closet after closet, obviously looking for something.
"Why we're going to Oklahoma?" GenieXelex sat on the seat that he had magically made it appeared.
"I have a show there," still looking for that something.
"A show? What kind of show?" GenieXelex asked, exhaling the cigar bud which he once again, made it magically appeared from nowhere.
Mark sniffed the smoke and he starts to cough. He had stopped smoking for years. Now, he just can't stand the smell of the smoke. He turned to GenieXelex who were enjoying his cigar. "No smoking allowed in this house, understand?" he said sternly, eyes narrowed.
GenieXelex gulped, and make the cigar disappeared. He nodded his head nervously. Mark resumed his previous job; looking for that something. GenieXelex sighed, looking at Mark who were frantically searching drawers after drawers, closets after closets. "What are you looking for?"
"A bag. A bag to keep you inside. To keep the tea kettle inside. I can't show it to people. Can I?"
GenieXelex shook his head hard, "No. You can't show it to people. It's bad luck,"
"It is?"
GenieXelex nodded his head, "It is. Anyway, what kind of show did you involved in?"
"WWE. World Wrestling Entertainment. Heard it before?" still continue to search a suitable bag.
"World Wrestling Entertainment..." he seems to be deep in thought, "Yeah. Heard it before. My previous owner likes to watch wrestling. But he doesn't like someone though,"
"Who is that someone? Maybe I know that person,"
"Uhh, he's name is kinda morbid. Wait, let me recalled," he tapped his chin with his forefinger. It took him a full 5 minutes before snapping his finger, finally remember the person's name, " The Undertaker," nodding his head, "Yep, The Undertaker is his name. My previous owner said that The Undertaker guy is over-rated, too old. Should have retired a long time ago. Saying that he embarassed himself by getting injured a couple of time. You know that person Mark?"
Mark stopped whatever his doing. His facial expression is emotionless, but deep down, he's hurting. Real bad. Mark nodded his head slowly, "Yeah I know that person," and resume searching for the bag.
"You do? You think he's over-rated or something?" GenieXelex asked, walking towards a picture that's hanging on the ceiling. He frowned, reading the text that says 'The Undertaker' and a picture of him holding the World Heavyweight Champion, "Why do you have a picture of The Undertaker?"
"Because that's me," Mark muttered though GenieXelex didn't heard it.
GenieXelex examined that picture carefully, "He looks just like you..." he trailed off. His eyes widened, finally it clicked, "You're The Undertaker?"
"That would be me," he said, pulling out a black-sling bag and laying it on the bed. Well, that will do it.
Feeling bad about what he had just said, he decided to change subject, "So that's the bag you've been looking for?"
Mark shrugged, "This is the only bag that I managed to find. This will do it," he looked down on wrist-watch, "Come on let's go. We're gonna be late for our flight."
As soon as Mark's flight being called, he boarded the plane. He had submit his luggage to the airline services, however he managed to sneak in with the black-sling bag which consists of the tea kettle. How he does that? Who knows. He's The Undertaker after all.
Mark quickly sat on the window seat, placing the bag on his lap. Atleast, he's save, for now. "Excuse me, sir," Mark turned his head to the side and saw a flight attendant looking at the bag that's on his lap.
"Yes?"
"You should submit all you belongings to the airline service. You're holding a bag there Sir. I suggest you gave them to me," she said politely. Oh-oh, he got caught.
"But this bag is precious to me. Please let me keep this bag with me," he pratically begged, biting his lower lip.
"I don't know about that Sir..." she trailed off, biting her own lower lip. If she let him go, she will get fired. No doubt about that.
Sensing her fear of getting fired, he reassured her, "Don't worry. I won't let anybody see this bag," she looked skeptical though, "Alright, you know what. If your boss wants to fire you or whatever, tell him to talk to me. I'll settle it alright sweetcheeks?" he winked, smiling slightly.
She blushes and smile sweetly. "Alright," she then walked away to check the other passengers.
"You're flirting," GenieXelex said, who is in the tea kettle which is in the bag that is with Mark.
"And?" Mark asked, not seeing the big deal about it.
"And you're married!" GenieXelex whispered harsly. He had to whisper cause other's could hear him talk.
"That is the only way to get you with me okay!" he aswered in the same tone as GenieXelex.
"I don't think this is your first time flirting with someone."
Mark chose to ignore him. He looked out the window and saw blue sky and alots of clouds. Apparently they had started the plane without Mark noticing it.
GenieXelex continued, "What kind of husband you want to be? Unfaithful husband? A cheater?" he continue to lecture on and on.
Mark feeling like a kid and GenieXelex being the mom who nags, he decided to close his ear using his both forefinger on each side. Seeing what Mark had just did, GenieXelex decided to keep quiet. No use talking without him listening to it. Mark, not realizing that GenieXelex had stopped talking, he kept on closing his ear until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He let go his finger and looked at the side and saw the same flight attendant.
"Would you like some drinks?" she asked politely, blushing when Mark smiled.
"No thank you,"
"Food?"
Mark shook his head, "I'll call you when I need something," he winked and grinned as he saw the flight attendant blushes.
She nooded, "Okay," she then walk off to tend other passengers.
GenieXelex rolled his eyes though Mark couldn't see it, "Flirthy,"
Mark rolled his eyes, "Shut up," he looked out the window and stared at it, lost in thought.
"She's not that pretty,"
Mark frowned, "Hey... how do you know? You haven't even seen her face,"
"I can looked through objects," GenieXelex smirked, one of his favourite features.
"X-Ray eyes, awesome!" he said childishly, smiling like a kid. Though his smil fade away soon after, "That means... When I change... You saw me..." his eyes widened.
"Don't worry. I closed my eyes when you change."
Mark made a Phew! sound, "Glad to hear that," Mark laid his head against the glass window, holding the bag tightly and closed his eyes, "Hey, is your previous owner still alive?"
