Chapter 36

"Colby…"

He loved hearing her moan his name as her head tilted back against the wall, legs spread for him to stand in to press his cargo pant covered erection against her pant covered crotch. Krystal was on her lunch break and didn't realize it was nearly up, spending the whole time with Colby's lips worshipping her neck with his hands on her shirt covered breasts. His mouth brushed against the spot on her neck just below her ear and felt a shiver course through her body, pulling her even closer to him. This woman had him completely spellbound and Colby couldn't get her out of his mind. It didn't matter what he did. Working out, wrestling, eating, sleeping…Krystal was everywhere along with her scent. He'd just finished dressing for the taping and decided to go spend 30 minutes with his girl, wanting to drive her crazy. Apparently, it was working. He cupped her beautiful face in his strong hands and captured her mouth, feeling her finger delve in his two toned colored hair groaning. Colby loved it when she did that and felt Krystal wrap her legs around his waist while his hands caressed her back under her t-shirt.

"Feel good, sweetheart?"

"Yes…" Krystal breathed out, her whole body lit on fire and became intoxicated by Colby's cologne he wore.

All she could do was return his kisses with just as much passion as Colby gave her. When he began grinding against her, Krystal couldn't stop the moans spilling out of her mouth. The amount of excitement in her body couldn't be contained, especially when he devoured her neck with his sinful mouth and tongue. If Colby kept rubbing against her, she was going to explode all over the place. It'd been a while since Krystal had sex, so she was sensitive below the belt and it wouldn't take much to make her orgasm. Pushing herself against him to meet each hip thrust, Krystal didn't know how much longer she could wait to be with Colby in every way. Making out like this wasn't enough for her anymore and she needed him to claim her, to make her his completely. It'd been a little over a month since Krystal and Colby started their secret relationship, which was 4 weeks and a few days too long to let him in her bed.

"HEY! I NEED MY KNEE CHECKED!"

Colby had her mouth captive again and growled in her mouth, hearing someone's loud mouth on the other side of her office door. He wanted to strangle whoever it was. "I guess we've been caught." He murmured, not bothering to hide the deep huskiness in his voice and kissed Krystal again, stopping his hips from rubbing against her. "Until tonight, sweetheart."

"Meet me at the back exit of the hotel tonight after the show." Krystal instructed in his ear, nipping it with her teeth. "Text me when you get there in case it takes me longer to get out of here."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart." Colby set her down on her feet and stole one more breathtaking kiss, pushing her gently to the side opening the door to meet the acid eyes of Mark Calaway. "See you later, Doc." He quickly headed back to the Shield locker room to meet up with his brethren.

Mark had noticed the steamy looks they shot each other and shook his head, walking into the trainer's office without an invitation.

"Please come in, Mr. Calaway." Krystal mumbled under her breath, not appreciating his snide attitude and watched his big hulking figure plop down on the medical table. He was massive, standing at 6'10 and weighed at least 300 pounds of muscle, his face a mask of grumpiness. "What seems to be the problem, Mr. Calaway?"

"If you couldn't hear because of the tongue that was in your mouth earlier, my knee needs to be wrapped." He growled, noticing the flush in her cheeks hadn't completely vanished and knew he'd hit the nail on the head.

Krystal blinked in surprise at his brash tone and the growl from low in his throat. "Y-Yes sir." She stammered, moving around the room to grab what she needed for his wrapping. Lowering herself on a small stool, Krystal rolled his jean pant leg up and began taping his knee tight, not saying a single word. "There you go, let me know if you need anything else, Mr. Calaway." She had her back turned to him and felt her breath catch in her throat when she felt hot air on her neck.

"Well, there is one thing you can do for me, darlin'." Mark sneered quietly, adding a touch of huskiness to his tone and took advantage of the office door being closed. "I don't believe I've received the proper bedside manner from you. So do to me whatever it was you did to the shrimp. I heard him moaning your name in here; you must have a very pleasin' mouth."

He grabbed her upper arms and spun her around her around to face him, acidic eyes piercing frightened hazel. Before she could utter a word, Mark wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed, shoving her against the door. Krystal was officially terrified and frozen with fear, hoping and praying someone came to her rescue. Maybe Michael would walk into the office much like he had on Ryback the few times that Neanderthal tried making a move on her.

"You do have a pretty mouth, don't ya?"

"Please leave." She rasped out through tears, trying to fight his free hand fondling her breasts through her t-shirt, but it was no use.

Pinching her nipples, one at a time, to the point of making her body radiate with pain, Mark brushed off her fighting and continued his exploration. Krystal yelped out, shaking her head repeatedly and coughed when his hand around her throat tightened, nearly cutting her air supply off. Mark was so strong, even with only one hand. Hazel eyes flew open when his hand moved from her breasts to the button on her jeans and Krystal didn't think twice about her next move.

"FUCK!" Mark roared out in pain, releasing her cupping his throbbing genitals in both hands as his knees hit the floor before her, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Snatching her rental keys and backpack from the floor near the door, Krystal tossed it open and bolted as fast as she could out of the room. Her vision was blinded by hot tears, so she didn't realize she plowed past Anisa and April, nearly knocking them down. April tracked Anisa down to explain what happened after receiving a text from Phil informing his little sister knew about him staying in her hotel room. She assured Anisa nothing happened between them and she only thought of Phil as a friend. The last thing she wanted was beef between them. Anisa accepted her explanation and they started talking about bands, laughing having a great time together. That was until Krystal decided to nearly bulldoze them down rushing out of the arena like her backside caught fire.

"What the hell was that about?" April questioned, turning around the same time Anisa did as Mark Calaway stumbled out of Krystal's office in pain.

Anisa knew exactly what happened and felt herself trembling from head to toe, clenching her fists tightly at her sides gnashing her teeth. So Michelle McCool wasn't enough for him, huh? Mark would never change, a cheater to the bitter end. When would women learn? With everything going on between her and Jon, her brother and Coralie and the other drama in their circle of friends, Anisa had reached the end of her rope. Her patience was officially GONE. Seeing red, Anisa stalked over to where her limping ex-husband was and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey asshole?"

"What the-"

Not able to get the question out fully, Anisa nailed him as hard as she could with black steel toed boots right between his legs, smiling in sick satisfaction at the LOUD bellow erupting from his mouth. It echoed down the hallway and got the attention of every WWE employee that could hear. Anyone within a 100 mile radius would hear him.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" They would hear Anisa screaming as well. She punched him right in the nose since he was at her height on his knees and Anisa followed that up with a lethal roundhouse kick to his chest, sending him flat on his back. Phil had taught her a few things. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH KRYSTAL!? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

All April could do was stand there gaping at an irate Anisa taking her ex-husband to the cleaners. "Shit." She whispered, wondering if she should get help and took off to get it. Whatever the Deadman did to the new trainer was bad.

Mark writhed in pain on the floor in front of his livid ex-wife. Not only did the little bitch knee him in the nuts, but now Anisa was raging war on his testicles with her steel toed boots. "The little cunt threw herself at me and I declined because I'm fuckin' married!" He growled out through gasps of air, willing his genitals to stop throbbing.

That lie earned him ANOTHER kick below the belt, only harder this time. "Try again." Anisa hissed angrily, midnight blues nothing more than flashing blackened orbs and looked up just as Phil, Glen and Stephen came running up along with Rick. "You've got ONE chance or I swear to god, I will make sure you NEVER have another child with your demon seed again!"

"Whoa – whoa lass, what happened?" Stephen demanded, his thick Irish accent cutting through Mark's growling.

"This sick son of a bitch decided to scare the hell out of Krystal and she's GONE. She flew out of here in tears and god knows where she went, thanks to this asshole!" Anisa pressed her steel toed boot against Mark's genitals, daring anyone to touch her. "Last chance Calaway, or I'll make you regret lying by smashing your boys."

Glen made no move to stop Anisa, already knowing how Mark operated and folded his arms defiantly in front of his chest.

"What the HELL, Jacobs?!" Mark snapped, wheezing while looking up at his best friend. "Aren't ya gonna help me?!"

"Not until you tell the truth." Glen wasn't stupid and knew exactly what happened, feeling his blood begin to boil.

"Even your best friend doesn't believe you. How sad and pathetic. NOW TELL THE FUCKING TRUTH!" When Anisa's temper spiked, it was dangerous and worse than Mark's. "Tell the truth because everyone knows what really happened anyway. She didn't throw herself at you. You assaulted her, didn't you?"

"You fuckin-OWWW! ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT I DID IT!"

"Did what?"

"Forced myself on her." Mark wheezed out, afraid for his manhood at the moment.

Just then, Jon and Joe arrived having heard commotion down the hallway and came to see what was going on. Jon couldn't believe Anisa had her ex-husband PINNED to the floor with her boot on his dick. Phil informed Colby what happened to Krystal, so he had already left the arena to go check on her. Jon knew if Colby overheard the Deadman's confession, he would've ripped the man's testicles off and shoved them down his throat. Colby promised to be back at the arena by the time their match took place since they were the main event. It was Monday night Raw, but Krystal was more important at the moment and his brothers promised to have his back. Colby couldn't get consent from Paul and Stephanie without exposing the truth of their secret relationship.

"Colbs is gonna snap when he finds out what this asshole did to Krystal." Jon grunted, loud enough for Joe to hear and enjoyed the scene of his still-girlfriend beating the hell out of her ex-husband.

"No, not good at all." Joe shook his head, staring at all the damage before them.

Mark managed to peel himself off the floor to sit on his knees. "Who the hell are you callin' an asshole, rookie?" He demanded, eyeballing the curly dishwater blonde with amused blue eyes. "Don't you know who the fuck I am?"

"You're the asshole who fucked with our friend's girl." Jon smarted off, ignoring Anisa shaking her head to try stopping him from running his mouth. It was one of the only things he was good at. "You're Mark 'Piece of Shit' Calaway." He couldn't help stepping up and rammed his knee as hard as he could into the bastard's face. Blood flowed instantly and Jon smirked sadistically, watching his body once again crash to the floor. "That's for your ex-wife, dick."

If Anisa was surprised by Jon's actions, she didn't show it and merely stood there with her arms folded, not a drop of remorse in her body at Mark's pain. "You know, I really thought you couldn't stoop any lower than what you have, Calaway. I remember when you did this shit to Stephanie McMahon, who is now the boss. You seduced her into sleeping with you and held it above her head because of the Ministry angle you had going. You're seriously sick in the head."

Before Anisa married Mark, Stephanie came to her one night and told her what happened back in 1999. It was part of his darker years. The man was demonic and actually believed he was the Undertaker, the character he portrayed on WWE –WWF at the time- television. She took it with a grain of salt at the time because love for the monster blinded her. Now Anisa wished she'd listened to Stephanie because it could've saved her from wasting 2 years of her life on him.

Mark spat blood on the floor, stumbling to his feet and wiped his bloody nose, acidic eyes locked on Anisa. "You're just jealous because you stopped cuttin' it for me in the bedroom months before you found out about Michelle." He sneered, wanting to hurt her as much as she did him.

"Trust me, I'm much better than that easy whore could only dream of being." Anisa stalked away from everyone, needing space away from Mark and Jon, only letting the tears fall when she was out of sight.

"Mother fucker, that's twice now. You wanna go for a third and hit the fucking trifecta?" Jon growled, stepping up to Mark again and felt a hand on his arm stopping him. It was Joe holding him back. "I know it's not worth it, but I'm tired of hearing his mouth. I want to shut him up!"

"Not now, man. Come on, we gotta prepare for our match." Joe pushed Jon down the hallway away from Mark, wanting to rip the Deadman's dead heart out of his chest.

Distraught over what happened and her actions, Anisa didn't bother working that night and ended up at the door of the Wyatt Family. "Bray, take me to the hotel." She whispered, crying her heart out against him burying her face in his shirt covered chest, trembling violently.

Bray had no idea what happened and didn't care, lifting Anisa into his arms nodding at Luke and Erick. He walked out with her toward the exit, ignoring all the looks they were receiving. Again, none of it fazed Bray. His priority was getting Anisa back to the hotel so she could relax and hopefully open up to him about what happened. Neither of them saw Jonathan Good watching them leave the arena together or the crushed pack of cigarettes left just outside of the arena from Jon's fist.

Anisa had A LOT of explaining to do.