Nikki lay on her bed just chilling. It had been a hectic week but she was getting used to all the traveling. Tomorrow was Monday and Glen would be back. He had gone to spend the weekend with his family. She had got to New York a day early and decided to rest. She had just checked into the hotel and had the whole night to do nothing, besides tomorrow she had to start the individual photo shoots. She would do the Dudley's tomorrow and Jeff Hardy. Mark was scheduled for Tuesday and she wasn't looking forward to that. They hadn't had anymore run-ins. They both were avoiding each other like the plague, which suited her fine. All of a sudden the connecting door in the room was opened and Mark came in. What the hell? I thought I locked it. she thought. "Great" she was roomed right next to this idiot. "Sorry I thought maybe one of the guys was staying in here." Mark said. Nikki sat up. "Look just get the fuck out and leave me alone." She said. She really wasn't in the mood for him. "Listen ya little brat, watch your mouth cause I'm getting sick of it." Mark said angrily. Nikki got up; she had had enough of him. She walked over to him. "Get the fuck out and you won't have to listen to my mouth." She said and she punched him right in the stomach. Mark gasped as she connected with his stomach. Damn she hit hard for a girl. "That's it. Your ass is mine." Mark said grabbing her and dragging her into his room. "Let go of me." Nikki said trying to pull away from him. "Oh I don't think so. You're going to get something ya been needing your entire life." Mark said dragging her toward the bed. Nikki increased her struggles trying desperately to get away. She was really beginning to panic. Nikki wasn't sure what he was going to do, but she was pretty sure it wasn't good. Mark was too angry to notice that Nikki was really scared. "LET ME GO!" Nikki screamed. "You're going to have something to scream about in just a minute." Mark growled at her. Mark sat on the bed and pulled Nikki over his lap. Nikki suddenly realized what he was about to do and started kicking and trying to get away. She hadn't ever had a spanking in her life and she didn't want to start now. Mark pinned her waist with one arm and raised his hand and brought it down hard on her bottom. Nikki was so shocked she didn't even yell. Mark raised and brought down his hand on her bottom in rapid secession again and again. Nikki started kicking her legs and struggling to escape him. Damn this shit hurt, she thought. Mark stopped. "Ya aint crying yet girl. I don't guess you've had enough yet." Mark said. He lifted his hand and started smacking her bottom again. Nikki didn't think she could take no more. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. She stopped struggling and lay limply over his lap. "No damn way will I cry in front of him," she thought. Mark stopped and looked her lying there. Mark let go of her and Nikki jumped up. Mark grabbed her arm. "Maybe if your daddy had done that you wouldn't be such a damn spoiled brat." Mark said pulling her back toward the connecting door. Nikki turned white and pulled out of Mark's grasp. Her butt was on fire and now he has to go make some dumb comment. Mark saw her face lose its color. "I hate you." She said in a low voice. Nikki turned and ran in her room and slammed her side of the connecting door. Mark ran his hand through his short hair and sighed. Damn that girl got under his skin. He felt bad in a way but hell she had asked for it. He went and took a shower determined to put her out of his mind.
Nikki threw herself on the bed and buried her face in her pillow and cried. She couldn't believe Mark had done that. She was for once grateful that her mother didn't believe in spankings growing up, that shit really hurt. She cried hard into the pillow as quietly as she could. She sure didn't want Mark to hear and have the satisfaction of knowing he made her cry. Nikki's tears finally stopped and she turned her thoughts to her dad. She had got some pictures out of The WWE archive of Bradshaw. It could be him but she wasn't sure. The only way she was going to be sure is when she met him. If she could hear his voice, she would know. He had the dark hair and eyes, it could be him. Nikki sighed. She had three weeks until he came back. She would just have to be patient. She turned on her side and fell into a deep sleep.
Mark was lying on his bed trying to watch TV. He kept glancing at the connecting door. She was quite as a mouse in there. Guilt was beginning to get to him. He had let her get to him as usual. Maybe he had hit her too hard. He scratched his goatee. He wondered if she was alright. "Shit." He muttered. He got up and went to the connecting door and knocked lightly. "Oh yea dumb ass, like she would let you back in there" Mark said to him self. Mark tried the door and found she hadn't locked it. He went in quietly and saw she was asleep on the bed. He went to stand beside the bed. Nikki was curled on her side in a ball with her hands tucked close to her body. Mark saw her face was red from crying and tears were drying on her cheeks. He reached down and pulled the covers loose and covered her up. Nikki murmured in her sleep and her eyes flew open. She stared up at Mark. She didn't look scared just surprised. "What are you doing in here?" Nikki asked sleepily. "I just wanted to make sure ya were all right." Mark said gruffly. Nikki stares up at him. "First he beats me and then he checks on me" she thought. Mark turned abruptly and went back to his room and closed the door. Nikki stared after him. He was a strange man. She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.