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Just to let you know.. Yes I saw Extreme Rule.. it was awesome! But for this story.. I'm changing the matches of Extreme Rules .. Just a little!

Disclaimer: None of these fine wrestlers are mine, I am only playing with them. I will put them back when I am finished. I promise.

This chapter's quote:

"Whenever Undertaker is in the ring, he takes his time with everything. A lot of younger Superstars, myself included, tend to rush through a match, but Undertaker always takes his time when he's in the ring. He makes every move count, and it makes a big difference. That patience – that's something I've learned by watching him, both as a fan and up close." –Jinder Mahal

Chapter Ten
I Didn't Think So

Friday Night May 10, 2013

"She had a date. A date! She had a fucking date."

I tossed the phone on the night stand as I got up and headed towards the bathroom. She had a date with Jordan Forrester. The name sounded quite familiar but I couldn't put a face with a name. Not that I really gave a shit. I didn't care who she had a date with. I just didn't want to think about her having a damn date with some man I didn't know. It sounded like she had a lot of fun as well. Going to some cook-off and then the Science Center. Sounded like this strange man knew my Ashley well and that bothered me. She didn't say he kissed her or anything, but I had to be stupid to think he didn't at least try to kiss her. And I was not a stupid man. Any red-blooded male wasn't going to pass up on kissing Ashley. She was just too damn cute and way too sexy for her own good.

"Ugh! She had a date!" I sneered at myself in the mirror. "Of course she had a date. She's young, vibrate, and beautiful. She decided to be taken out and pampered by a man her own age, not some old fogey with a bad knee and an even worse back." I told myself.

I shook my head. She was happy with the way things were and I would have to respect that. I would have to get over the fact that she was dating men without a second thought to me. She wasn't doing it to be rude. She didn't know how I felt about her and that was probably a damn good thing. She didn't need an old man in her life in that way. She didn't need a fucking father. She already had a great dad. She needed someone her own age. A man who could keep up with her and grow old with her. Hell, I was already fucking old.

I smiled in the mirror. It looked forced but it would have to do for now. "She's happy, Calaway. And that is all that matters." I repeated that statement several more times before washing my face and heading back to bed. I had a long week ahead of me. I would keep myself focused on that and not Ashley and her date.

Monday May 13, 2013

Today was my first training session with Seth Rollins and so far the kid was pretty good. He may be the smallest of the three, but he was the best of that three. We had been wrestling for a little over forty minutes and the only time he lost his breath was when he let out a burst of energy. Whether it was flying off the turnbuckle to deliver a kick to my chest or flying off the top rope to accomplish a clothesline on the mats below, he always lost his breath. The first time, I speared him and he went down and I actually got a two and a half pin count. The second time I gave him forty five seconds to catch his breath and he was back to kicking ass. He just didn't do well with using sudden bursts of energy. He too needed to work on his cardio but he needed to focus on sudden bursts. Like jogging for about a mile than taking off in a dead run for about ten seconds. I was pretty sure that was all he needed, but I still needed to do one more thing.

I waited for about ten more minutes until he climbed on the top turnbuckle and tried to tap my head with his knee. A sudden burst of energy was all I needed and I attacked. I had him in Hell's Gate before he blink.

"Shit." He muttered with a low groan.

"Break this and we're done for the day."

"C'mon dude, I can't tap out."

I huffed out a breath. "You can call me Mark, Taker or I'll even answer to Calaway. Call me dude again and I'll twist your voice box and yank it out of your throat. That is your first, last, and only warning. Understand?" My voice was hard, unyielding. I left no room for any arguments. I hated being called dude. It was degrading and ignorant. Degrading of the recipient being called dude and ignorant of the person doing the calling. I did not like it.

He took a deep breath and nodded, his teeth grinding from the pain of Hell's Gate. "Yeah, I understand."

"Now, break the hold."

He grunted again, going still. I could feel his body rippling with the pain of Hell's Gate. But for a whole minute that was all I felt from Rollins. And I didn't hear a single peep from him. I knew what he was doing. He was thinking of ways; taking in his surroundings and finding a way to break the painful submission hold. Another character trait that made him different from his two partners in crime. The other two did not take the time to stop their continuous whining to even try to get free. Which made me wonder what in the hell this one was doing with the other two.

A couple seconds after the two minute mark, Rollins had a burst of energy and was free of Hell's Gates. He jumped up, giving a whoop and a holler. He grabbed two bottles of water from the side of the ring and tossed one on my direction. I caught it easily.

After a few gulps, I asked. "What are you doing with Reigns and Ambrose?"

Leaning against the ropes, his face scrunched in confusion. "Huh?"

I shook my head. "Why did you partner with Reigns and Ambrose?" I tried to rephrase the question.

He shrugged. "We're good together." Was his reply.

I nodded in agreement. "You are good together, but you are better without them. You could grow in this company without them."

He chuckled. "Heyman said that if we stick together, we'll climb the ladder quickly and become legends in our own right." He said smugly.

I snorted with derisive. "Fuck Heyman. He only looks out for himself. If you get anywhere with him, it will be on lies and deceit. Is that really the legend you want to become?"

Another shrug greeted my question. "What else way is there?"

I knew right then to give up because he didn't care about being respected and having respect for others. He may be the most talented but he wasn't the smartest in the bunch. Some super stars wanted to reach the top with integrity and by being honest. Not the Shield boys. I told him what he needed to do, what he needed to work on, what time we would meet tomorrow before walking out.

Wednesday May 15, 2013

I knocked on the door and waited for the gruff reply. It didn't long since he was expecting me. I gave him a curt nod and took a seat in front of his massive desk. Compensate much? I smirked and he cocked an eyebrow at me in question. I shook my head and motioned for him to get on with his questioning.

He leaned forward, using his desk to prop himself up. "Which one?"

I steepled my fingers in front of me and gave a small shrug. "Depends on what you want him for." I replied back.

"I need a leader with talent. A strong leader that won't disappear at the first signs of an attack."

I almost laughed. Were we discussing the talents of a wrestler or the skills of a solider? I wasn't quite sure anymore. "That could be any of them?" I said sarcastically.

"Which one would you recommend?" He asked, his eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"None of them."

Vince McMahon looked utterly confused. "Why is that?" He was getting upset.

"They make a great team, almost unstoppable, but their main goal is to get to the top as quickly as possible. They don't care how they do it or whose toes they have to step on. They want power and they want it quickly."

Vince sighed. "Tell me a little about them." It was not a request.

I sat up and leaned forward, closing the gap between myself and my –cough cough– boss. "They all needed cardio work out in their daily routines. I believe that's why they're in a team of three. After ten or twenty minutes they get tired and out of breath to the point they get sloppy. So switching partners frequently keep that from happening. Ambrose is the worse and the most power hungry. Rollins is the most talented and the one in best shape. He has a follower's attitude, but I think he could be a leader in his own right. Reigns is somewhere in between."

He sighed again. "Could any of them be loyal?" He asked, curious.

I shook my head. "Only to each other."

"Shit." He muttered, throwing himself backwards against his massive desk chair.

"What's this about anyway?" I was a little curious, but I could care less either way. I seem to be developing that attitude with everything lately. Cute little brunettes included.

He sat up and forward once again. "I want to separate them." He whispered as if he was afraid to be overheard.

My eyes shot up passed my forehead. "Seriously?" I couldn't see that happening. Those three were almost attached to the hip.

Vince nodded. "I want them to turn on each other at Payback before reuniting once again at SummerSlam."

I snorted at that. There was no way that was happening. "Why them?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I thought it would be interesting. What do you think?"

Now normally when Vince asked for your opinion, he didn't really care, he was just asking to let the air of his lungs. This time however, I knew he was seriously interested in my opinion. That was a definitely a first. I was happy to give my outlook, but I knew Vince wouldn't take it. He never did.

"I think separating them on that type of level would be a bad idea. Definitely give them one on one title shots or even tag team title shots, but don't split them up via story lines, arguments, and fights. They complement each other so well out in the squared circle that fucking with that could fuck with them in a more personal level."

Another sigh. Wow. Three from the boss man. Should I be scared? Nah.

"You think there's more to them on a personal level?" He was curious. Vince and curious in the same sentence is never a good thing.

I shrugged as I rose to my feet. "I honestly don't know. We didn't discuss our periods and Brad Pitt's lovely eyes." I sardonically replied.

Vince glared and flicked his hand towards the door. His way of telling me to get out. No problem. I was ready to get the hell out.

Later That Night

I grinned as Ashley continued to laugh her ass off. She had been laughing for a good solid five minutes after I told her my conversation with Vince. I loved hearing her laugh. I loved making her laugh. I wonder if Jordan could make her laugh as easily as I could. I gave a violent shake of my head. I did not need to have those thoughts because I knew I wouldn't like the answer.

"I can't believe you said that!" Ashley exclaimed with one last little giggle.

I chuckled softly. "Isn't that what you girls talk about?"

"Oh my gosh, no! Brad Pitt is so old. It's Channing Tatum now." She teased.

I mentally groaned, trying to think of Brad Pitt's age. He was in his fifties, right? I mean she was teasing but did she really think Brad Pitt was old? And if she thought Pitt was old then was I old to her. I gave myself another violent shake to my head. And who the fuck was Channing Tatum?

"Who is Channing Tatum?" I asked with some disgust.

"I can't believe you don't know who Tatum is! Haven't you ever seen Magic Mike?" She asked in disbelief.

My brows furrowed in confusion. "Magic Mike? Isn't that a movie about a bunch of male strippers?" I asked.

She giggled. "Yes but–" She stopped with another giggle.

"Baby girl, I know you didn't just ask me if I watched a movie about a group of men taking their clothes off. Did I need to remind you that I am a hetero sexual male?" I lowered my voice so it was husky and verging on seductive.

I really hoped she said yes because I would love to show her how hetero I really was.

She started laughing again. Not the response I wanted. "Why are you laughing?" I asked, mocked anger making my voice come out growly.

"You are so far from a homosexual –"

She cut off when another bout of laughter came bursting out. She was full of giggles and laughter tonight. Another good mood. Was this one because of Jordan too? I decided to ask.

"Have you see Jimmy again?" I asked with a slight sneer.

She was silent for a minute. What did I say?

"His name is Jordan and yes I have. I had a lunch date with him today." Her voice went almost dream-like and I had the sudden urge to snap Jordan's neck. Oh yes I knew his name, I just didn't care.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked through clenched teeth.

Thankfully Ashley didn't notice the clench teeth. "I did. He called about eleven this morning and asked if I could meet him at the park down the street from the hospital where he works. I told him I would. When I got there, he had a blanket spread out with this huge picnic lunch. There were chicken strips with ranch dipping sauce. Carrot sticks with ranch, celery sticks with peanut butter, cheese and crackers, potato salad, grapes, strawberries, a fruit salad with bananas, mangoes, pineapples, and strawberries. He even had a blackberry pie for dessert."

I rolled my eyes. "Sounds like quite the feast." I replied back, my voice on the edge of being sarcastic.

She made a slight mewing sound in agreement. I hated to admit it, but it made me hard. I was pathetic.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Darlin'?" I asked, knowing that was all that mattered.

"I did and the best part was that we got to feed the ducks. He brought a whole loaf of bread just so I could feed them."

I chuckled. "I bet the ducks enjoyed that."

"Yep, they did.. How was your day?"

"Pretty boring all things considered, Baby girl."

My day sucked. All because she had another damn date with someone that I just couldn't compete with.

Saturday Morning May 18, 2013 –2:00 A.M.

"Shhh, I don't wanna wake her."

The three different heads beside me nodded in agreement as I stuck the key in Ashley's foyer door. Ashley had given me the key to both the elevator and the foyer the last time I was here, saying that I was going to need it at some point in time. Especially if we were going to be arriving in the middle of the night. I was happy that she trusted me with a key to her condo and I was very pleased that we were finally here on Extreme Rules weekend. That happiness was short lived.

We stepped into the dark and very quiet condo and I heard the door shut and lock behind me.

"Who the fuck are you?" A loud voice broke the silence and instantly the four of us were tense and ready to fight.

I was not an easily surprised man, but I as looked at the strange man in the middle of Ashley's living room, I stood there gaping like a damn fish. I did not like the idea of a strange man wearing nothing but a pair of slacks, looking comfortable in the middle of my Ashley's condo. And he looked way to fucking comfortable for my sane of mind.

"Who the fuck are you?" Orton barked out, taking a menacing step forward.

Before anything else could be said, Ashley's bedroom door opened and a very sleep rumbled, sexy, drowsy eyed, sexy, beautiful Ashley stepped out wearing only my t-shirt. I knew she had kept it and I didn't mind in the least, but seeing her only in my shirt made want to kick out the other four men in her apartment, forget about Extreme Rules, and show her how 'young' I truly was in stamina and how 'old' I was in experience by making her cum in a dozen different ways –to start with.

She gave me the first blinding smile which I gladly returned. She then smiled at Orton, Cena, and then Jacobs before turning to the strange man in the room. Her next words made me happy and pissed off all at the same time.

"Jordan, what are you doing here?"

What the hell did she mean by that? I could feel the blood in my veins start to pump a little faster.

The strange man, Jordan actually flushed a bright tomato red. "I know you told me to go home, but I couldn't leave you." His words were rushed and jumbled together.

"I told you I was fine and that I had friends coming over."

I shook my head in exasperation. She told him to leave and he didn't listen. But why didn't she know that he hadn't left.

"You were hurt –"

"What!?"

He was immediately interrupted by four pissed off wrestlers that were all bigger than him. He startled and took a step back. He now looked a little scared. Good, he should be. He was told to leave and didn't listen. To matters worse, he was with Ashley and she got hurt. I did not like that. My heart rate picked up and my blood pumped faster.

I was getting mad.

I needed to calm down.

I walked towards Ashley with a purpose, watching Jordan as I did so. I could feel Ashley's eyes on me. I turned my head in her direction as I reached her side and took her into my arms. She wound her arms around my neck as I lifted her off the ground. Her warm body against mine, her warm breath caressing my neck, her small arms 'crushing' my neck and just like that I was completely calm once again. But I did want some answers. I kissed Ashley's forehead and gently set her back on her feet. She kissed my cheek in return.

I turned to look at Jordan as Ashley went and gave hugs to Orton, Cena, and Jacobs. Jordan was anything but happy if the look on his face was anything to go by. I didn't give a shit how Jordan felt. I wanted to know how in the hell Ashley got hurt in his fucking presence.

"What happened tonight?" I kept my voice even, but it wasn't void of emotion. Jordan could tell I was upset.

He swallowed a couple of times before finally answering. "We went ice skating –"

Cena interrupted. "Ice skating? In the middle of April?" He was skeptical.

Ashley spoke up. "Uh-huh. There's a rink not far from here." She smiled at Cena and he returned that smile, kissing her forehead.

"Oh okay. Just checking."

I kept the grin off my face. He believed her. Ha ha!

Jordan let out a deep breath of possible annoyance. "Anyway, we were ice skating and Ashley fell –"

Jacobs interrupted this time. "Fell or was she tripped?"

"I fell, Glenn. I wasn't tripped. I'm just not very graceful." Ashley told him, smiling.

He blew a raspberry. "You're very graceful, Sweetheart. I don't believe that."

She stuck her tongue out and he laughed, giving her another hug and kissing the top of her head.

Jordan looked even more furious than he did a minute ago. Well he was going to have to get over it. We were here to stay. He was not. I motioned for him to go on.

"She fell on the ice and hit the back of her head –"

Orton let a string of expletives. "You did take her to the hospital, right?" His eyes narrowed in on Jordan, before checking the back of Ashley's head.

Ashley grunted and pulled away. "He did even though I didn't want to go." She was pouting. She looked fucking adorable.

I was sure Orton melted on the spot as he enfolded her into his arms. "It's a good thing he took you, sweetie." He said, his voice dripping with saccharin but the look he was giving Jordan was anything but sugary.

Jordan's face went deep red and I was betting he didn't like Ashley in Orton's arms. I huffed out a breath because I didn't either, but I also knew that I would rather see her in Orton's arms than Jordan's.

"I am a doctor, but I still took her to the emergency department."

I ignored the part about him being a doctor. I didn't give a shit about him. "And what did they say?" I asked, making sure to emphasize they.

"They said I was fine." Ashley spoke up and I gazed over at her. She was still in Orton's arms, but her back was to his front, he was leaning over with his arms around her waist and his head resting on the top of hers.

"You're sure, baby girl?" I asked, concerned.

She pulled out of Orton's arms and walked into mine. "I'm positive. I don't have an concussion or anything. Just a small bump and a small cut."

I frowned. "Let me see the cut." It was a demand but I kept it soft.

She smiled, rolled her eyes and turned around, lifting her brown curly hair out of the way. It was indeed a small cut with three tiny stitches and a dark ugly bruise surrounding it. Orton, Cena, and Jacobs were waiting for the diagnosis. I nodded slowly. "It's a small cut. Three stitches, small bump,but large purple bruise."

Scowls took over my friends' faces and Ashley rolled her eyes. "I'm fine boys, I promise."

Only Ashley would get away with calling us… boys.

"I told you she was fine." Dr. Know-it-all spoke, sounding a little annoyed.

I turned to look at Jordan, eying him with intent to kill. "If she's fine and if she asked you to go home, then why are you still here?"

He blinked several times. "She had just gone to sleep a little after one and we didn't get out of the emergency department until after midnight. I just wanted to make sure she was okay. I wanted to look after her." He was telling the truth, but I didn't like him undermining Ashley. He should have left when she asked him to.

I nodded. "Well we're here now so you can leave." I told him forcefully, leaving no room for arguments.

"I'll show him out." Orton chimed in.

I smirked at the disgusted look on Jordan's face. He did not like being dismissed. Not my problem.

I pulled Ashley into my arms and then down the hall towards her bedroom.

"Where's Sheamus?" Ashley asked concerned.

"He'll be here Sunday morning. He wasn't able to fly out until then." I replied, continuing on to her room.

"Oh." She looked sad. "What are you doing?" She asked, tugging on my hand.

I chuckled as I gently pushed her back into her bedroom. "You are going back to bed. We can fend for ourselves, baby girl."

She shook her head. "But, but, but –"

I shook mine. "No buts. You just got to sleep. We're still on an adrenaline high and won't be crashing for several hours."

She pouted. How freaking cute is she? "Who is going to fix you all breakfast?" She asked.

I smiled. "Is there ham in there, baby girl?" I asked, knowing the answer.

She nodded, a slight smile making her lips twitch. "Yes and plenty of it."

I laughed. "I thought as much, Darlin'." I replied, kissing her forehead. "Go back to sleep, baby. We'll be here when you wake up."

She turned red and nodded. "I am still tired so I'll go back to bed, but only under one condition."

"What?" Anything for her.

"If I'm not awake when you all decide to crash for the day, don't try and sleep on the dreadful couch. Just come in and crash in my bed. We're both adults and I don't mind. Besides you're too big to be sleeping on the couch."

I mentally groaned. Was she trying to kill me? Probably not. She had no idea what she was doing or saying and she had not a clue how truly big I was. Especially right now. I agreed to her condition, kissed her forehead, and shut the door behind me.

We were settled around the kitchen table with glasses of sweet tea, ham, homemade bread (she made bread!), and her homemade mayo not ten minutes later. And we found oatmeal raisin cookies. She definitely spoiled us. We loved being spoiled.

"Did you know?" It was a question and an accusation.

I looked up at Orton, my mouth full of ham. "What?" I muttered, trying to keep from spewing food.

"That Ashley was dating that bozo?" Orton's lip was curled in disgust.

I gave a shrug and nodded. "She told me they had a couple of dates." I said indifferently.

Cena wigged on me. "What the hell, Taker!? How come you didn't tell us?"

"Yeah I know. What the fuck? We needed to know about this guy." Jacobs added.

Orton nodded. "I agree. Did you know he was the doctor that saved her life the night she was poisoned?"

"No fucking shit!" Jacobs exclaimed.

"Fuck! No I didn't know that he's that damn doctor."

"What the hell is wrong with you, Calaway?" Jacobs hissed.

Orton nodded. "You have been acting a little weird. What's up with you?"

They were all looking at me suspiciously. I did believe I was totally busted, but I wouldn't let them know it.

"What the hell are you three talking about?" I asked, pretending confusion.

"You really don't care that Ashley is dating some asshole that refuse to leave when she asked him to."

My fingers clenched around my forgotten sandwich. I had completely forgotten about that. "You did warn him about that, right?"

Orton snorted. "You know I did. I told him the next time that Ashley asks him to leave, he had better damn well fucking leave. I thanked him for taking care of Ashley in our absence but told him that until Ashley called him to leave her alone." He smirked.

Cena laughed. "I wish I could have seen his face. He was not happy at all watching Ashley greet us with hugs and kisses. Oh he was furious."

"Serve the ass right. He should have fucking left when Ashley told him too." I growled.

"I don't like the fact that she got hurt while with him. Was he not paying close enough attention to her? He should have been right there." Jacobs replied, shaking his head.

Orton nodded in agreement. "He should have caught her as she fell. I don't like this guy."

"I agree. He's not good enough for our Ashley." Cena stated.

Jacobs popped a punch to my upper arm. "Why didn't you tell us they were dating?"

"I didn't think it was our business." I replied, not believing the words I said. Neither did my friends.

"That's bullshit and you know it." Jacobs called.

I shook my head. "I didn't want her to think we didn't trust her and her choices." Again, it sounded like bullshit to my own ears.

Orton shook his head in doubt. "Yeah that's bullshit too. What's the truth, Calaway?"

Cena laughed and all eyes turned to him. "He's denial, guys." Cena was smug and I was not liking it.

"In denial about what?" Jacobs asked, confused.

"I'm not in denial about anything. Cena's just lost his damn mind." I hissed through clenched teeth, warning Cena with a deadly look.

He wasn't scared. "He doesn't want to admit that he likes Ashley and wants her for himself." Cena prompted.

All eyes widened and mouths dropped.

I snorted and shook my head in more denial. He was way off. I knew I wanted her. I just didn't want to act on it. But they would never figure that out.

Jacobs' eyes narrowed and he chuckled. "You're wrong, you know?"

I returned his look. "About what?"

"You are good enough for her. She's not the type to care about status or age."

Cena and Orton nodded in agreement their faces serious.

I let out a sigh and looked down the hall to make sure Ashley's bedroom door was still shut. I didn't want her overhearing any of this conversation.

"Fine, I have a 'thing' for Ashley, but that little tidbit does not leave the four of us. Ashley is young, vibrate, and beautiful and she needs someone here for her. I'm on the road too much for a true relationship with her. Yes, I don't like the idea of her dating anyone, but I have to deal with that on my own. Ashley and me are only friends and I'm happy with that. Are we clear?"

Three heads nodded in agreement.

Orton grinned. "Can we ask her out?" He grinned.

I growled. "NO!" I barked harshly.

Orton threw his head back and laughed. "Yeah I didn't think so."