Stephanie woke up in a soft bed, and she tried to sit up a bit, only to feel a sharp pain in her ribs, which made her lay back down, and she rested her head on the pillow.
She opened her eyes slowly to see a large room, and she was lying in a huge, comfortable bed. The room was decorated entirely in black, and it sent a chill down her spine. Her head was aching, and she raised her arm to trace the source of the pain, to find several stitches. She noticed the butterfly needle in her arm, and realized she felt a little better. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw The Undertaker enter the room. He sat beside her and placed his large hand on her forehead. She flinched, and tried to pull away, but it hurt too much, so when she felt him rest his hand on her forehead again, she lay still, and tensed up slightly.
"That's it, just lie there, you're hurt," She heard his rough voice say in a kind manner.
Stephanie relaxed visibly, and didn't move when he gently ran his hand over her sore ribs. She moaned weakly, and he stopped.
"Your ribs hurting you," He asked her, placing his hand on her forehead again, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"Yeah," Stephanie said in a hoarse whisper. Her throat was still very dry, and he could tell.
"I have to tell you something, and this will hurt you. Your father was the one who organized the Dark Wedding ceremony, and he was using you, so I actually married you anyway, to teach him a lesson."
Stephanie gasped, then thought for a minute.
"When is the next screening??" She asked.
"Tonight, Smackdown's right now. But there's Raw on Monday." He replied absently.
"I'm going to the Raw taping. I'm going as your wife," She whispered. Undertaker gasped, and looked at her.
"You want to?" he asked in surprise
"Sure, but if I'm going to live with you, what do I call you, you're my husband, I can't call you Undertaker." She continued, her voice almost failing her at the end.
The Undertaker picked a cup of water from the bedside table, and let her take a small sip.
"You can call me Mark. That's my name, but don't call me that in public. As for the Raw taping, you can go with me, if you're well enough," he said, "but I want you to try go to sleep, you have a slight fever." Mark kissed her forehead and left her for the night.
