Ric's Decision

"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, Ric Flair!" Lillian announced as my father made his way to the ring. He looked downright pissed off and I had a great idea why. As soon as he got into the ring he grabbed the microphone from Lillian and yelled, "Cut my music!"

As soon as the music went off, Lillian left the ring leaving my father standing in the middle of the ring. He paced a few times before finally speaking.

"Undertaker! Get your ass out to this ring now!" he yelled in anger. The crowd cheered loudly as he continued to pace. "I'm tired of your games! Get out here now so we can get this settled!"

A few seconds later, I heard the Undertaker's music and actually smiled seeing him walk out to the ring. Damn he looked so good…if only he wasn't a prick. I sighed and looked at the handcuffs. Why the hell did he put these on me…it's not like I was going to run. I mean…I liked him…I guess.

He got into the ring with a smug look on his face staring down my father. My dad waited for his music to stop before lifting his microphone and speaking again.

"Undertaker…you and I both know what you've done as of late and I don't appreciate it!" Ric yelled.

The Undertaker smiled, "Then do something about Flair. Just shut your mouth and fight me, and I'll make sure that little situation…goes away."

My father turned away from him and rubbed his head. I thought that maybe he would give in, that he would "save" me from this madman…but what he said next caught me completely off guard.

"You know what…why don't you just keep her." He said. The Undertaker raised his eyebrow in disbelief. "Yeah, that's what I said…I'll admit it to the world right now! I have a daughter by a different woman and I gave her up for adoption!"

"You better be careful Flair." The Undertaker said. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Oh but I do…and I'm telling you to get rid of her! Get her out of my life for good!"

My mouth fell open in shock. I could not believe he actually told the Undertaker to get rid of me…some father he was. I thought he loved and cared about me as much as he did with his other kids, but I guess I was wrong and so was the Undertaker.

"So let me get this straight…you are willing to let anything happen to your first child even if that means not fighting me at WrestleMania?"

"Yes!" he said without even thinking it.

The Undertaker chuckled, "So if I killed her…how would you feel then?"

Ric Flair laughed, "That's easy…she would be out of my conscious, and I wouldn't have to deal with the guilt anymore."

The crowd booed him as tears filled my eyes. I couldn't believe he actually said that. Here I was excited to possibly have a father in my life and yet, he didn't want to have anything to do with me. I fanned myself to try and stop the tears but they only flowed more when the undertaker hit Ric, knocking him flat on his back.

"You listen here! You have no idea how special that girl is!" He yelled. "Just hearing you mutter those words makes me want to beat the living hell out of you!"

The crowd cheered while Ric backed up from the Undertaker.

"You can forget about WrestleMania, I'm going to beat your ass every time I see you from now on! As for your daughter…I'm going to do what you should have been doing the entire time…I'm going to take good care of her."

Ric just stared at the Undertaker as he left the ring, looking petrified as ever. I cried as Ric's words repeated in my head over and over again and I kept it up until the Undertaker returned to the locker room. I turned and faced the lockers not wanting him to see me cry. He stepped in and shut the door softly as I wiped my face. I listened to his footsteps as he got closer to me. When he was close enough, he gently took my wrist and un cuffed it from the locker. He then made me turn around and pulled me close to his body. I knew I couldn't fight off this hug…I needed it bad.

I placed my hands over my face and pressed my head into his chest, pouring my eyes out. His arms wrapped gently around my small frame, embracing me in a blanket of compassion. He gently rubbed my back as I cried into his chest. My heart was shattered and at that point, even a little flirting from the Undertaker would be accepted.

After a few minutes he let me sit down and started packing all of his stuff. We then left the arena in silence. When we got in the car, he didn't start it immediately. Instead he glanced at me with a soft smirk on his face.

"Do you want to go to the bar?" He asked. "I sure can use a beer right now."

I smiled slightly and then nodded my head. "Sure."

He nodded and then reached over and gently squeezed my thigh. I glanced at him with a smile.

"Everything is going to be ok Serena. I meant what I said to your father. I'm going to take care of you."

I nodded, "I believe you and that's why I've decided to take you up on your offer."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah. Behind every man is a great woman, and you're in need of a great manager."

He laughed and then started the car. In those few minutes alone, I felt so much better. I didn't know whether or not he was only teasing me but, I felt great either way.

We arrived at the bar a few minutes later. Instead of carrying me inside, Mark let me walk on the boot he had placed on my foot. He kept one arm around my waist and I held onto him in return. Once we got inside, he went up to the bar and ordered himself two beers and got some Tequila for me. Once he had the drinks ordered, he took me to a table in the VIP section of the bar. It was real nice back there with a deeply tinted window so no one could see inside of it. There was a huge couch that stretched from one end of the room to the other end. There was also a huge table that actually illuminated the room in a strange blue glow.

He smiled at me and then helped me sit down on the couch.

"I'll be back, I'm going to grab our drinks and the key." He said.

"Key?" I asked. "What key?"

He smirked, "The Key to this room. I had this place built myself."

I nodded in approval before he left the room to get our drinks. He was acting very different all of the sudden. I guess my father really hit a sore spot that night. I didn't think Mark cared that much about the issue but clearly…he did.

When he returned with the drinks I sat back against the couch while he sat the drinks on the table. He then shut the door and locked it, drowning out all the sounds of the bar. He then took a seat next to me and took the honor of opening my bottle and then his own. I thanked him and then poured myself a shot of the Tequila.

"Well…here's to starting a new life." He said as he toasted my small glass with his beer bottle. I giggled and then took the shot to the head. The liquor felt nice going down my throat leaving a slight burning sensation. I shook it off making him laugh.

"Damn girl, I didn't know you were a drinker." He said.

I chuckled, "Hello…I was a stripper remember? We all drank just to be comfortable getting on stage."

He nodded and took another swig of his beer. He then cleared his throat and pointed at the window, "Maybe you should go teach that broad right there how to dance…she's horrible."

I giggled watching the dumb blonde dance like she was on crack. She was wearing a short blue jean skirt and a black tank top that was ripped in all the wrong places. I shook my head and took another shot. "Please…even I couldn't teach her anything. Her dancing is ghastly…"

He laughed and then sat his drink down on the table. I took another shot and then sighed feeling the tears coming back.

"You know, it's alright to vent to me Serena. I'll listen," he said.

I smiled as a tear fell from my eye. "Yeah I know, but honestly I don't know how to react to this. I actually wanted him to say yes…but when he said no…I guess I was caught off guard."

He put his arm around me and rubbed my arm. "Go on."

I sniffled, "I thought I could trust him! I thought he would do the right thing and take up for his wrong doings…" I glanced at Mark, "Did you know he was going to say no?"

He sighed, "Honestly no. I really thought he cared for you more than anything. That's why I took you from your home."

I wiped my face with a napkin and then took another shot. By now I was pretty buzzed and so was Mark after a few more beers. We talked for at least an hour or two before deciding to call it quits. I was pretty drunk but, Mark was still able to drive so he carried me to the car and then took us back to the apartment.

"My head hurts." I said as he sat me down on the bed.

He laughed and then took off my shoe for me. "well no one told you to finish nearly the entire bottle Serena. I hope you don't drink this much when you start working for me."

I giggled, "I won't. I only drank this much because I was upset."

He laughed again while shaking his head, "You're too much…I'm going to run you a bath ok?"

"Ok." I said as I laid back on the bed with my arms outstretched. I closed my eyes as the effect of the alcohol began to kick in. Not only was I insanely dizzy, but I was horny too…a real bad mix.

When he came back, he helped me up out of bed and then took me to the bathroom. "Will you be alright in here by yourself?"

I sighed softly, "Yea. My leg doesn't bother me as much anymore."

"Ok. Well I'll be in the living room if you need me." He said before shutting the door.

I smiled and then took my time getting out of my clothes. As I sat in the bathtub I cried some more thinking about how bad my father hurt me. I wanted to get some type of revenge, but I didn't really know how. Oh well…I guess being the Undertaker's manager is enough revenge for now.

After my shower I rubbed lotion on my body and slipped into some panties and a silky night gown I found in the closet of the bedroom. It was pink and stopped in the middle of my thigh showing off plenty of skin in my chest, arms, and legs. I then realized that I never got my revenge on Mark for teasing me at the arena. So…I carefully walked out to the living room and went into the kitchen, making sure he caught the scent of my strawberry body wash. He glared at me and almost seemed to freeze at the sight of me.

I smirked to myself and continued my journey to the kitchen. When I got there, I opened the refrigerator and then bent over to get a water bottle. I knew he had a clear shot of me, and I was enjoying the torture to no end. From the corner of my eye I saw him shift in his seat and try to look in another direction. I chuckled and then stood up, acting as if I hadn't noticed his reaction. On my way back to the room, he cleared his throat and scratched his head.

"That's a nice night gown you've got on…where did you find it?" he asked.

I smirked, "The closet, why?"

He shrugged, "I just think it fits you well…"

I licked my lips and then stood in front of him. "I don't know…it kind of feels lose…what do you think?" I asked as I gently pulled the strap off of my shoulder and glared at him.

He bit his bottom lip and squeezed his fist closed. "Uh…well…I think I could help you with that little problem…if you let me."

I giggled, "Oh no. Do you think I would let you touch me that easily?"

"Damn right." He said as he moved closer to me.

I took a step back and replaced the strap. "If you want me…you better beg for me."

He gasped, "No you didn't…"

"Oh yes I did…" I said as I headed for the room. "What was it you said earlier? Don't hate the player, hate the game."

He gritted his teeth together, "You are so dead…."

I giggled and then blew him a kiss. "Have fun with those blue balls ok?"

He shook his head before I closed the door and then headed to bed. You know what they say, payback is a bitch.

Readers: Did she get him back or what? How long will they be able to keep their hands off of each other?