I'm sat in the locker room, waiting for him to return from his match which
unfortunately he lost, though I could have sworn he was scheduled to win.
I'm sat in silence so I can hear his footsteps as he comes down the hall.
He has such distinctive heavy steady paces that I could tell him from any
other superstar on the rosta. I hear footsteps outside but they are to
light and quick to be Taker's. The door opens and framed in it is Jeff
Hardy.
"Should of known I'd find you here" he smiles. He knows how much I love Mark and fancy him, he also knows I worked really hard so we could become close. What he doesn't know is just how close we are. "Uh-huh there is nowhere I would rather be" My speech has covered the sound of Mark's footsteps and I'm surprised by his appearance over Jeff shoulder. "Rather than where?" Mark asks walking in and picking up a towel. "Here" I smile to which Jeff raised and eyebrow. Before turning to Mark "Taker, are you coming to the bar tonight? As Glen's here" Mark looked over at me questioningly but I just shrugged. "As it's Glen I'll come for one drink, you going Trish?" "Yeah" "You want a lift?" "Please!" "Great" Jeff finishes the conversation he has remained oblivious to all the underlying meaning to smiles and words. Recently I've come to expect it from them, because everyone knows we are really close so we share things others don't understand. Also no one could ever believe the wonderfully in love and blissfully happy Undertaker could stray. Nobody but me sees that side of him and that makes me feel special. At first people did suspect that we were sleeping together (surprisingly when we weren't we were just friends) but they soon realised that was a ridiculous notion and accepted us as really REALLY close friends.
When Jeff turns and leaves Mark comes over and kisses me lightly on the lips before slumping onto the bench. I look at him questioningly "What's wrong honey?" I ask in a silky sweet voice that always gets him to talk. "I should of won that match" "I thought so, how come you didn't" "He kicked out when I should of won and then told me Eric had changed his mind, so had to let him win" "And Eric didn't tell you?" "I don't think he ever even said it just a dumb rookie trying to get one over on the Undertaker" I smile sympathetically at him and stand infront of him. I rest my hands on his shoulders, and he wraps his arms round my waist pulling me down onto his lap. I gently sit on him and look into his eyes, seeing the frustration melt away into tenderness. It turns my stomach upside down to see him look at me like that, with love, lust and tenderness. A look reserved for just me and possibly Sara. Many people would wonder how I could be so happy sharing him, and that I can talk about Sara without a hint of disgust, hate or even jealousy.
Well, I do envy her because she gets him legally and she always had his heart first and in the end she will probably have him last aswell but that I get him at all is enough for me, that and the fact that I get to see him more often than her, especially as she has stopped travelling with him so much. Sometimes I wonder if that was on purpose, he got her to stop coming so he could see me, but now I think its because she's bored that she's there but not a part of the show.
Even Mark admitted that he's noticed a difference in her since she started doing Diva photo shoots. She often asks him to talk to Vince about getting her back on TV. I don't know why she does because you can see that it hurts and annoys Mark, it makes him feel that she was using him and I know how much that pains him. To be honest sometimes I believe that idea, that she's using him. When we talk at the Diva shoots she will often leave him completely from conversation, even if someone else brings him up she will quickly change the topic. I never tell him this because he knows her better than me so I just listen to his worries over her then offer support and reasoning. Its all I can do.
I realise that he is watching at me amusedly, and I suddenly feel that I must have a really goofy expression on. Before I can ask him he catches me with a chaste kiss, then says "You look so cute when your thinking" he says picking me up and standing me up "And I wish I gaze on it longer but you have a match now so I'll have to wait" I looked at the clock on the wall "Dammit!" I curse grabbing my cowboy hat and running to the door, where I pause. I blow him a kiss and he calls good luck to me as I run down the corridor and to the curtain. The technician stood there smiles at me and says "Thank god your here we thought you'd forgotten" I don't have the time to answer him as my music hits and I stroll out and down to the ring, where I wait for Molly. As she comes out I imagine what she would make of my relationship with Mark. If you think that the characters we play on the TV are just characters you'd get the shock of you life if you met Molly. She is a watered down version of her old onscreen persona. Have you noticed she's always been quite sweet and innocent and that's what she's like. All that bubbly blondeness wasn't a show, it was her. In fact it was a surprise to everyone when she changed her hair style and the colour back to brown, its natural colour. Her views on marriage and love are also quite innocent, though its easy to her because she always has sweet unmarried partners. She'd probably be outraged at me and demand I finish it immediately. Not that I would of course.
I roll out of the ring clutching my back. The match was successful and I'm sure it looked great but I landed awkwardly on my back so now it was killing me. I knew that a massage from the deft hands of the youngest Hardy would help. He had a gift for dissolving muscle pains and everyone asked him, even though we were suppose to go to the EMT's. Before I went to find him I found Mark who was still in the locker room, watching the monitor. He looks up as enter and notices my hand, clasped to my back and gets up looking concerned. "Are you okay?" I take as seat on the bench and grimace a little as I move it and he looks concerned, staring down at me as if I may keel over any minute. "I just landed awkwardly, I'll be fine, but I may get Jeff to look at it for me!" Mark nodded and told me to stay put while he fetched him. I tried to protest but I knew it would be no good. Moments later the sound of his footsteps returning, along with the defter sounds of Jeff's. They both came through the door talking animatedly about something I couldn't pick up. As Jeff told me to lie down, they carried on talking so I zoned out.
In this first few months we barely got the chance to see each other because Sara spent a lot of time on the road, which I could tell tore Mark in half, on one side he wanted to spend time with me but on the predominate side he wanted to be with his wife who he didn't see nearly often enough. At that point I was jealous of Sara and I did hate her. I'd waited so long to be with him and now when I finally was, she turned up and got in the way. For quite a while I thought she had found out about us and done it on purpose, I soon realised that she was just here because she wanted to get on TV. Obviously it worked because Vince asked for her involvement with a storyline which saw her getting stalked. At the time I was also caught up in my own work, flirting with almost every man on the show, which I felt took the piss a bit after everything I'd been through with Vince. Then I broke my ankle (a/n I don't actually know if this is what she did so bear with me) and I had to stop touring. At first I thought this was the worst thing that could happen but soon I realised it was a blessing in disguised.
"Hey, Trish, wakey wakey" Jeff sung in my ear, I realised that the gorgeous rhythmical rubbing of my lower back had ceased, and that the pain had almost completely dissolved. My mind now back where it should be I thanked Jeff and he left leaving me and Mark alone. "Do you wanna go find Glen?" I asked him "Not really" he replied sweeping me into his arms, and pulling me upto him. I grinned "Then what do you want to do?" "Actions speak louder than words, and their more pleasurable" He answered. He dipped his neck and placed a tender, passionate kiss on my lips. I melted as I returned it, forgetting about the open door behind us, and the people walking past it.
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"Should of known I'd find you here" he smiles. He knows how much I love Mark and fancy him, he also knows I worked really hard so we could become close. What he doesn't know is just how close we are. "Uh-huh there is nowhere I would rather be" My speech has covered the sound of Mark's footsteps and I'm surprised by his appearance over Jeff shoulder. "Rather than where?" Mark asks walking in and picking up a towel. "Here" I smile to which Jeff raised and eyebrow. Before turning to Mark "Taker, are you coming to the bar tonight? As Glen's here" Mark looked over at me questioningly but I just shrugged. "As it's Glen I'll come for one drink, you going Trish?" "Yeah" "You want a lift?" "Please!" "Great" Jeff finishes the conversation he has remained oblivious to all the underlying meaning to smiles and words. Recently I've come to expect it from them, because everyone knows we are really close so we share things others don't understand. Also no one could ever believe the wonderfully in love and blissfully happy Undertaker could stray. Nobody but me sees that side of him and that makes me feel special. At first people did suspect that we were sleeping together (surprisingly when we weren't we were just friends) but they soon realised that was a ridiculous notion and accepted us as really REALLY close friends.
When Jeff turns and leaves Mark comes over and kisses me lightly on the lips before slumping onto the bench. I look at him questioningly "What's wrong honey?" I ask in a silky sweet voice that always gets him to talk. "I should of won that match" "I thought so, how come you didn't" "He kicked out when I should of won and then told me Eric had changed his mind, so had to let him win" "And Eric didn't tell you?" "I don't think he ever even said it just a dumb rookie trying to get one over on the Undertaker" I smile sympathetically at him and stand infront of him. I rest my hands on his shoulders, and he wraps his arms round my waist pulling me down onto his lap. I gently sit on him and look into his eyes, seeing the frustration melt away into tenderness. It turns my stomach upside down to see him look at me like that, with love, lust and tenderness. A look reserved for just me and possibly Sara. Many people would wonder how I could be so happy sharing him, and that I can talk about Sara without a hint of disgust, hate or even jealousy.
Well, I do envy her because she gets him legally and she always had his heart first and in the end she will probably have him last aswell but that I get him at all is enough for me, that and the fact that I get to see him more often than her, especially as she has stopped travelling with him so much. Sometimes I wonder if that was on purpose, he got her to stop coming so he could see me, but now I think its because she's bored that she's there but not a part of the show.
Even Mark admitted that he's noticed a difference in her since she started doing Diva photo shoots. She often asks him to talk to Vince about getting her back on TV. I don't know why she does because you can see that it hurts and annoys Mark, it makes him feel that she was using him and I know how much that pains him. To be honest sometimes I believe that idea, that she's using him. When we talk at the Diva shoots she will often leave him completely from conversation, even if someone else brings him up she will quickly change the topic. I never tell him this because he knows her better than me so I just listen to his worries over her then offer support and reasoning. Its all I can do.
I realise that he is watching at me amusedly, and I suddenly feel that I must have a really goofy expression on. Before I can ask him he catches me with a chaste kiss, then says "You look so cute when your thinking" he says picking me up and standing me up "And I wish I gaze on it longer but you have a match now so I'll have to wait" I looked at the clock on the wall "Dammit!" I curse grabbing my cowboy hat and running to the door, where I pause. I blow him a kiss and he calls good luck to me as I run down the corridor and to the curtain. The technician stood there smiles at me and says "Thank god your here we thought you'd forgotten" I don't have the time to answer him as my music hits and I stroll out and down to the ring, where I wait for Molly. As she comes out I imagine what she would make of my relationship with Mark. If you think that the characters we play on the TV are just characters you'd get the shock of you life if you met Molly. She is a watered down version of her old onscreen persona. Have you noticed she's always been quite sweet and innocent and that's what she's like. All that bubbly blondeness wasn't a show, it was her. In fact it was a surprise to everyone when she changed her hair style and the colour back to brown, its natural colour. Her views on marriage and love are also quite innocent, though its easy to her because she always has sweet unmarried partners. She'd probably be outraged at me and demand I finish it immediately. Not that I would of course.
I roll out of the ring clutching my back. The match was successful and I'm sure it looked great but I landed awkwardly on my back so now it was killing me. I knew that a massage from the deft hands of the youngest Hardy would help. He had a gift for dissolving muscle pains and everyone asked him, even though we were suppose to go to the EMT's. Before I went to find him I found Mark who was still in the locker room, watching the monitor. He looks up as enter and notices my hand, clasped to my back and gets up looking concerned. "Are you okay?" I take as seat on the bench and grimace a little as I move it and he looks concerned, staring down at me as if I may keel over any minute. "I just landed awkwardly, I'll be fine, but I may get Jeff to look at it for me!" Mark nodded and told me to stay put while he fetched him. I tried to protest but I knew it would be no good. Moments later the sound of his footsteps returning, along with the defter sounds of Jeff's. They both came through the door talking animatedly about something I couldn't pick up. As Jeff told me to lie down, they carried on talking so I zoned out.
In this first few months we barely got the chance to see each other because Sara spent a lot of time on the road, which I could tell tore Mark in half, on one side he wanted to spend time with me but on the predominate side he wanted to be with his wife who he didn't see nearly often enough. At that point I was jealous of Sara and I did hate her. I'd waited so long to be with him and now when I finally was, she turned up and got in the way. For quite a while I thought she had found out about us and done it on purpose, I soon realised that she was just here because she wanted to get on TV. Obviously it worked because Vince asked for her involvement with a storyline which saw her getting stalked. At the time I was also caught up in my own work, flirting with almost every man on the show, which I felt took the piss a bit after everything I'd been through with Vince. Then I broke my ankle (a/n I don't actually know if this is what she did so bear with me) and I had to stop touring. At first I thought this was the worst thing that could happen but soon I realised it was a blessing in disguised.
"Hey, Trish, wakey wakey" Jeff sung in my ear, I realised that the gorgeous rhythmical rubbing of my lower back had ceased, and that the pain had almost completely dissolved. My mind now back where it should be I thanked Jeff and he left leaving me and Mark alone. "Do you wanna go find Glen?" I asked him "Not really" he replied sweeping me into his arms, and pulling me upto him. I grinned "Then what do you want to do?" "Actions speak louder than words, and their more pleasurable" He answered. He dipped his neck and placed a tender, passionate kiss on my lips. I melted as I returned it, forgetting about the open door behind us, and the people walking past it.
A/N - Thank you for the kind reviews *hugz all reviews* they are the best inspiration! Remember peeps, the more reviews the more I write so please review!