Chapter 28

Before they knew it, Summerslam had arrived and Lavani was incredibly nervous, though she tried not to show it. She wore a strapless corset dress that was black and purple, slimming down her body and went to mid-thigh, two inch black knee high boots on her feet with fishnet thigh high nylons. Her auburn golden hair was curled loosely and hung all around her shoulders and down her back.

Simple black eyeliner rimmed her eyes and clear gloss painted her lips, her necklace having a deep purple stone that matched her outfit. Walking over to her husband, Lavani watched as he shadow boxed, her eyes drinking him in, refusing to take her wedding ring off and didn't care who found out about their marriage anymore. She was Mrs. Mark Calaway and nothing would change that, not even this match, no matter the outcome.

"I love you."

Taker stopped his shadow boxing, something he rather enjoyed doing in front of her because, even after two years apart, the woman still seemed to think he was a piece of man candy when he did it. He wasn't discouraging that notion. Turning to face her, he pulled the bandana out of the waistband of his bottoms, the top pushed down, leaving his muscular chest and arms bare and used the rag to wipe sweat from his eyes.

"I love you too." Taker said quietly, eyes dropping to her ring.

He couldn't wear his out to the ring, he wasn't going to risk damaging it or losing it. He had contemplated wearing it around a chain on his neck but wouldn't put it past Layfield to rip it off or something. Walking over to her, he pulled Lavani into his arms, kissing the top of her head.

"It all ends tonight."

"Thank god." She whispered, burying her face in his chest and to inhale his scent, but not enough to smudge her face. They stood there for what seemed like an eternity, but was only mere minutes, getting lost in each other as only they could. "Sorry, didn't mean to distract you."

Lavani winked, pulling back and cracked a small smile. He was confident and Lavani knew she should've been, but something told her John had a few tricks up his sleeve. It didn't matter, they would overcome everything together and Tracy was going to get the beating of her life tonight, which is why Lavani specifically chose steel toed boots to wear. Suddenly smirking wickedly at the thought of all the pain she was about to inflict on her ex-best friend and former roommate, the match couldn't come fast enough.

She hadn't distracted him with the kiss, but when Taker seen the wicked smirk curving his wife's now slightly swollen delectable lips, he was officially distracted. She looked evil, which was hot, because Lavani wasn't usually a wicked person, unless a person fucked with her or someone she loved. Tracy had gone above and beyond all of that. Taker planned on getting a copy of tonight's match, just so he could go back and play whatever Lavani was going to do repeatedly.

"You can have Tracy, but stay away from Layfield." He warned, knowing once John realized it hadn't been kidnap only willing participation on her part, the man was probably going to throw his dubious chivalry shtick right out the window.

"She's the only one I'm concerned about. I know you have John handled." Lavani stated, watching him nod and go back to his shadow boxing while she sat there, thinking of all the different things she could do to destroy Tracy's already ugly mug.

When it was time to go out there, Lavani suddenly felt a new set of butterflies entering her stomach. Looping her arm through his, Lavani already knew John and Tracy would enter the arena with his limo so they were safe to be backstage, in sight, without worrying about an ambush. After John and Tracy stepped into the ring, it was time to make their appearance and Lavani just nodded when Taker asked if she was ready. The tolling of bells, the smoke filtering down the ramp and aisle. This was it as they stepped through the curtain, the purple light instantly flashing on them as the crowd erupted in a thunderous applause.

Generally, him walking out with his arm through someone else's would have been pretty much the ultimate character breaker. Tonight he wasn't just the Deadman, he was also Mark Calaway, a husband who was not going to let this son of a bitch lay claim to his wife any longer. Not that Layfield knew Lavani was his wife, but still it was a principal thing.

Not to mention Layfield had to suffer for thinking to use Lavani against him, hurting her the way he had with Tracy and for trying to get in Lavani's pants. In the very unlikely event that this match did not go the way he planned it, -it was highly unlikely- he had a contingency plan. Knowing Jason was backstage, ready and waiting to come out and rescue Lavani if she were to need it if Taker was unable to.

"WHAT THE HELL?"

Tracy couldn't believe what she was seeing, her jaw dropped at the sight of Lavani arm in arm with the Undertaker. Hell, why was she surprised? They obviously made up during the kidnapping and now...Tracy suddenly paled at the look of pure hatred and anger that crossed Lavani's face. She was toast.

"Fuck!"

John was irate and it showed as his eyes met Lavani's, so many questions swirling through them.

Lavani merely held up her left hand, the ring sparkling even under the darkened purple lighting and smiled widely when John's eyes nearly shot out of their sockets. 'You're dead.' She mouthed, directing that to both John and Tracy.

Dead and already buried, they just didn't know it yet. Taker could see Layfield was dying to start shooting off a million and one questions, but he didn't deserve any answers. He didn't deserve any explanations and, as far as Taker was concerned, after John recovered from the near death experience he was about to have, he could look back on this night and still suffer the indignity of not knowing.

His eyes never left his opponent's as he began removing his leather trench coat. Feeling Lavani behind him, she pulled it down his shoulders, her ring catching the light again. The look on Layfield's face was priceless. The man was going to let his temper override everything else and basically hand himself over if he didn't mind himself.

"I-Is Lavani actually...WITH the Undertaker, WILLINGLY?"

"It appears to be that way, Cole. WOW, the Undertaker is all business. JBL is gonna have his hands full tonight, ladies and gentlemen."

Lavani couldn't agree more as she stepped through the ropes with her husband, Tracy still beside John, and watched as Taker removed his hat before handing it over to her. "Kill him." She whispered in a deadly voice.

Glaring back at John, Lavani slipped right back through the ropes, landing on her feet. Handing over the leather trench coat and hat to a stagehand, the regular lights made her ring sparkle even more, which would no doubt catch John's eyes more than once throughout this match. When the bell rang, all bets were off as Taker wasted little time in going after John.

John was expecting and receiving several punches to the chest and face from the best pure striker in their business. Taker had been studying boxing for years. Hence the reason he threw his very real, very painful punches from the shoulder. He would then throw a jab, which wasn't as hard as a punch, but the way it hit left some serious deep bruising that he was already feeling.

When he could breathe again, John inhaled, opening his eyes and realized Taker was at the opposite turnbuckle, preparing to come at him full steam. He darted out of the way at the last minute, turning onto his back to sit up and watch as Taker's own momentum carried him over. That little shit...Taker groaned, his hair brushing the mat for a moment before he lurched backwards, trying to right himself.

The SECOND Tracy started going after Taker, Lavani was on her like white on rice. Grabbing her by her thick brown hair, Lavani slammed her face first into the ring post. Her nose was instantly bloody as she slumped to the mats, where she belonged. Lavani felt John grab her by the shoulder and whipped her around, their eyes locked.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YA THINK YOU'RE DOIN', SLUT?"

"No, that's what you currently have on your arm, Layfield!" Lavani shot back and ducked when she felt Taker coming from behind, clotheslining John into the next century. John wasn't the only one who had a devastating clothesline that could decapitate someone in an instant.

SLUT? No, Layfield only wished Lavani was a slut because then maybe, just maybe, he would have had a slightly better chance in hell than a snowball's of actually getting her into his bed. Glancing over his shoulder, Taker briefly pointed towards the ropes, indicating she was to get out of the ring while he continued taking Layfield apart, piece by piece.

Tracy was crying, her tears streaking her cheap makeup down her face as she was dragged away from the ring, and any chance of being rescued, by her hair. "Vani, please..." She whimpered, trying to get to her feet and cup her nose at the same time, knowing it was broken.

"Please what, Trace?" Lavani punched her in the nose, hearing the bones snap as she screamed out in pain this time before kicking her in the stomach. "Please WHAT? Please stop hurting you? Please stop beating the SHIT out of you?! YOU RUINED MY LIFE, YOU SELFISH CUNT! You thought it was smart to come into MY company and fuck up MY life all for MONEY? YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T FUCKING KILL YOU! But I got news for you, your plan backfired and I know the truth now. You didn't fuck Taker while we were together. You fucked him years before I even MET him!" She kept kicking Tracy, tears of pure frustration and anger pouring out of her from all sides. "You're going to pay for what you did to me and making me nearly lose the love of my life, whore!" While Taker kicked the holy hell out of John in the ring, Lavani was busy destroying Tracy like she promised she would and reached under the ring, grabbing a thick steel chain that she'd hid beneath earlier that day before the event. "I'm going to make sure you never hurt anyone else ever again and you feed through a straw for the rest of your pathetic life!"

Tracy couldn't even scramble backwards to safety. Hell, she couldn't even drag herself at a crawling pace, everything hurt and she was for sure she had broken ribs. Apparently, her mistake was worth Lavani killing her and she was really regretting ever meeting Paul Heyman. She was regretting letting Layfield talk her into coming back, she was regretting her boob job...because they were about to go to waste, being in a coma and all.

Snarling under his breath, Taker dragged Layfield over to the ring ropes, pinning him there, a rope against his throat and leaned all his weight on the other man. Effectively choking him, he made Layfield watch Lavani destroy the tart. "That's going to be you in a moment." He promised darkly.

Once Lavani was satisfied with the destruction and knew she had deflated one, if not both, implants like she wanted. Tracy's body was drug by her hair to the awaiting hearse that John would be joining her in momentarily. Lifting her carcass up, Lavani deposited Tracy's lifeless body into it before slamming the door shut, turning while still holding the now bloody steel chain. She had splats of Tracy's blood all over her arms, chest, neck and face, but none of it mattered as she watched her husband completely dismantled John. With Tracy effectively OUT of the picture, there was no more distractions, no hope and no saving his sorry ass.

Everything Taker did, he had to do it carefully, make it look like he wasn't out to honestly kill Layfield because the board would definitely be reviewing the video after tonight. So he made sure everything looked how it was supposed to look, but...he was a master of deception, of making people see one thing while doing another. By the time he was done, Layfield had broken bones, internal bleeding and would not be walking anywhere of his own volition for some time to come. Finally, he threw Layfield unceremoniously over the top rope, hearing a very satisfying sick thud when the other man landed.

It was time to end this for good.

Lavani watched impassively as Taker drug John's body to the hearse and opened the door for him. Taker literally tossed John's body right on top of Tracy's before slamming the door shut, winning the match. She wanted to jump into Taker's arms, but knew that would definitely destroy his character.

So instead, she just clapped while beaming from ear to ear, the lights going back to the eerie purple and Lavani blinked when Taker pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately in front of the world. It meant so much to her and Lavani knew this would be a moment she told their children when they were older along with their grandchildren. It was a moment unlike any other and Lavani didn't want it any other way.

It was a life-defining moment as well as career-defining, knowing both on-screen and off their lives had just changed, and it was definitely for the better. Layfield would never bother them again, at least, not if he were smart, and Tracy was probably brain dead, legitimately opposed to just naturally. This would serve as a warning to current would-be enemies and potential future ones.

Do not screw with the Undertaker and his wife because she was a deadly bitch.

"I love you, vicious creature." Taker murmured against her lips, knowing it was now time to drive that hearse out of here, and off a bridge.

"I love you too, Deadman."

Together, they walked backstage and out of the arena, hand in hand, ready to start the next chapter of their lives together.