Chapter 25

"He can train you."

If he said 'no', Mark didn't want Steve near her, that'd just be putting a nail in his own casket. He'd pass, Austin had promised to behave, had he? The idiot had nearly killed her last night in his rage to get to him, so he seen this all playing out quite well for him.

"I'll get in the ring with you on occasion, darlin', but I'd be afraid of hurting you." Mark didn't play nice, he was rough, and made sure people knew this was a legitimate profession. "I will, however," His smirk got devilish and within seconds, he had slammed her down onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. "Help you work out…" He loosened that towel, letting it fall down her sides and looked down to take in her body, growling his approval.

"Mmm what a splendid idea, handsome…" Anciana purred, pulling the shirt he had on over his head to toss it to the floor and brought his face down to hers, passionately kissing him. "Somebody missed me today."

They hadn't seen each other since earlier that morning and it was going on 4 in the afternoon. Around 9 hours or so without each other was apparently too long for him. This man had an insatiable appetite for sex, but then again, so did she ever since he'd awakened those feelings in her.

"Oh, Mark…"

A knock on the door severed any plans of sexual activity. "Taker, you better get ready for the arena! You're gonna be late!" It was Paul.

Giggling at her husband's growling, for a completely different reason, Anciana promised they would continue later and slid from beneath him to finish getting dressed. She went into the bathroom, so Mark could let Bill inside the room while they finished getting ready.

"Did I come at a bad time?"

"You know damn well I have over an hour before I even have to think about leaving, you fucking cock blocking son of a bitch." Mark snarled down at the older man. "Since WHEN are you so goddamn annoying?"

"Apparently, since you brought your wife on the road." Paul was at a disadvantage. He was short and apparently a cock block. He moved out of range of said cock, just in case. "You should wear jeans."

"I'm going to kill you…"

As much as she loved sex with her husband, Mark was wearing her out and if he wasn't careful, her body would go on strike against him. Besides, she had started her period earlier that day while training with Steve, so he had a rude awakening coming once they were back at the hotel later that night. Anciana supposed she could have sex while on her period, but she needed a break from it. Just one night without sex because they'd been going at it like rabbits ever since they reconciled. Anciana would be sore later on and feel the aftermath of her training session with Steve soon enough, she was waiting for it to kick in.

"Good evening, Bill." She greeted with a smile, kissing his cheek and could hear her husband grumbling, rolling her eyes. The man acted as if he'd never gotten his dick wet before! "Umm on the way to the arena, can we stop at a Walgreens or something?"

"Of course my dear, but why?"

Her face went red. "Well – um – it's that time of the month for me…"

"Oh…OH!"

She looked so mortified and Mark had to smirk, trying not to laugh because the last thing he needed was a ragging, nagging, rampant woman he was shacked up with. "Do you have what you need for right now or shall he run down and get you something?" He offered, unable to remember if Anciana had packed any personal items of that nature.

As a man, he tended to not worry about the period thing because he didn't have one. However, he also accepted it was a fact of life for women. Sex while on the period… some women were grossed out by it, some just found it even more enjoyable.

"No, I have a couple left, but I don't want to run out and be SOL either. We can stop on the way or after the show, not a problem."

"Whenever is convenient for you, Anciana." Paul assured her softly, trying to ease the tension a bit and could see his Phenom agreed. "So, I heard through the grapevine you were practicing in the ring today with your…brother."

That made the smile return to her face. "Yeah. He offered, and I figured why the hell not. It might help jog some of my memories, if not all of them, since I was apparently hell-bent on nixing my family out of my life in order to become a wrestler."

She was driven, determined and stubborn, all quality Williams traits she didn't know she had. They were ingrained into her and not even amnesia could destroy that part of her. There was no way Taker could be alright with that scenario, his wife training with her twin brother. That was a catastrophe in the making and wouldn't go along with his Phenom's current plans for the twins.

"If that's what makes you happy, sweetheart, then go for it." Paul said, knowing Taker had to act the supporting role and pulled it off flawlessly.

"Of course, it'll probably only be temporary." Mark said, the bathroom door now open as he tugged on a t-shirt. "Once she's remembered what she already knew, if she wishes to pursue wrestling, she'll have to start working with the female trainers." At Anciana's puzzled look, he smiled gently. "If you really want to keep pushing with wrestling, darlin', you'll have to learn to put on matches and how to wrestle people your size. Austin can teach you a lot, but eventually, the size game comes into play. And… if Vince can reel you in, which is something I'm sure he'll attempt, he's going to insist on it for-"

"Financial and insurance reasons. Vince is a stingy bastard."

"Oh…right, that makes sense." Women didn't wrestle men one-on-one, not that she knew of anyway. "Well…maybe I should start training with a woman then instead of him because of my size." A few more training sessions with Steve to knock off the rust wouldn't hurt though. Besides, it gave her time to spend with him alone.

"That would be in your best interest." As well as Taker's.

"Vince approached me last night about being in the storyline with Mark and Steve, and I told him I'd do it, but…I don't know anymore. I'm still thinking it over."

Another Austin on television…lord help them all, especially if her memories didn't resurface, Paul thought, sharing a somewhat alarmed look with his Phenom. "Well just remember, things can get a little hectic in the ring and they both have…volatile characters." That was putting it mildly.

Anciana appreciated Bill's honestly and nodded to acknowledge she understood, pulling her socks and tennis shoes on.

"And of course, there is also another roadblock to this storyline…" Paul mused, drumming his fingers against his chin thoughtfully.

Mark was sitting in a chair now, pulling on his boots and raised his head, an eyebrow slowly raising. "And what might that be?" He already had a feeling he knew what was about to come out of the other man's mouth.

"Well, Vince can offer Anciana a job all he wants, but the storyline doesn't go anywhere unless you and Austin both commit to it." Quite frankly, Paul didn't see that happening, definitely not on Taker's end. This was already getting dicey; just how far would the Phenom let things roll?

"There is that." He agreed softly, looking back down as he began lacing up his boots, contemplating it.

"Then again, two incomes are better than one. Instead of me being on the road with you bored and stuck in the hotels, I could…help build our future together." Anciana pointed out, walking over to caress his shoulder until he looked up at her, those emerald stones once again searing her soul. "I would also hope my husband would be understanding and supportive in any decision I make."

She brushed her lips against his, wondering what was going through his mind and let him finish lacing his boots up. Something deep inside told her she would be in the storyline, even if Mark didn't approve of it or Steve for that matter. Paul sincerely hoped Taker could find a way to convince his wife NOT to be in this line, not wanting to see her get hurt…again. Austin through and through and a typical, manipulative woman to boot.

"I know you're not worried about money, Ciana, darlin'." He drawled, shaking his head in amusement. "We're set." Mark wasn't an idiot with his money. He had invested every spare penny he could, and it had started paying off this last year, seriously. If he had been concerned about money, paying her seriously expensive medical bills, after running her down, would have set him way back.

"I'll go get the car pulled around. Leave in 10?"

"That's fine."

"Actually, I am a little because I know, as well as you, that you can't do this forever. Eventually, you're going to retire, and we're married, so why can't I help financially? I'd be on the road with you all the time instead of stuck at home, missing you. You wouldn't have…temptations on the road either." Steve had planted some doubts into her head during their time together. "And since wrestling is apparently a desire and passion of mine, I'd be doing something I love."

She didn't realize he wanted her home with a bunch of kids and locked down, which wouldn't happen. Anciana had…issues when it came to kids and never wanted any of her own. Mark didn't know about her medical issues below the belt, but he would find out eventually.

"You can never be too careful is all I'm saying. And like I said, two incomes are better than one. I wouldn't mind making my own money and contributing to our life together either."

"Whoa darlin', hold up." Mark pulled Anciana into his arms, yanking her flush against him and stared intently down into her face. "First, I do want you with me, you just don't get to use the money excuse." He was on his way to being set for life as long as he didn't get stupid with his investments and always had a head for real-estate, so he didn't see that happening. "Retirement is a LONG way off for me, bank on that. I get you want to earn your own money. I respect that, Ciana. I'm not saying don't do this, I'm saying it's not as easy as Vince is going to make it out to be. He's a swine. I think that may be the one thing your brother and I would both agree on." Then, he bent down to kiss the corner of her mouth. "And what temptations? You're all I can handle. Where'd that even come from?"

"Have you seen all the women that flock to you?"

Anciana lost count how many women threw themselves at her husband on their way out of the hotel and outside of the arena. It was just one night, and she could tell he had a HUGE female following. She didn't know Mark used to be a HUGE playboy prior to running her over, which was a blessing for him.

"We're still getting to know each other all over again and…what happens if you find someone better? Someone who can make your every wish and desire come true? What if…I'm not the one you truly want? I know you love me and want me, but because of what you do for a living, there's always going to be temptation." He was a man and they tended not to think with the right head half the time. "You're gorgeous, Mark, and it does bother me a little how every woman wants you. Not that I blame them." That was an ego boost for him.

It clicked, Steve Austin had said something. Well granted, Mark had been a bit of a whore, but the simple fact was: he liked sex. However, since Anciana had come into his life, by force, he had been faithful to her because… well, he was playing a game and had wanted to cover all angles. Mark liked strategic thinking and he should have foreseen this. Though, he was mentally congratulating himself on not screwing around in a long time.

"Darlin', I married you for a reason." He said tenderly. "I haven't looked twice at another woman since meeting you." That was true. "You're mine, and there will be nobody else, trust in that."

The way he proclaimed she was his made her insides quake and Anciana didn't know why. Didn't every woman long to hear those words from their man? There was something in his eyes, something possessive and dark…it both melted and terrified her at the same time. His head dipped, capturing her mouth in an explosive kiss and Anciana instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling her feet leave the ground as her legs wrapped around his waist. Thankfully, she had shorts on and wore tampons, not a big fan of pads. They were far too messy.

"I don't want anyone else. Just you, handsome." She murmured against his lips, moaning when he kissed her again and both became lost in the moment.

"Good." He rumbled, perhaps a little darkly, but… she was his.

He had been her first, and he would be her last. Something about a woman's innocence tended to bring out some baser instincts in men and he was no exception. It helped that, so far, they were mostly compatible outside of the bedroom and she wasn't hard to look at by any means.

"Now come on, Ciana, before Paul comes back and interrupts us." Again, and the third time would not be lucky because he'd choke that cock block out with his bare hands. "You got everything you need, darlin'?" His tone had returned to normal.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go."

Anciana had her purse in hand with everything in it she needed and grabbed his hand, letting him guide her out of the room. She did not miss the dark baritone of his voice with that one word before it returned to his normal tone. That dark baritone he used on television as his Undertaker character. Maybe he was just riled up because they'd been interrupted, again, by Bill. That had to be it, she concluded in thought, stepping on the elevator with her husband to go down to the waiting car. A few minutes later, they were on their way to the arena with Anciana once again in the backseat while Mark took the passenger and Bill drove.