Chapter 6
When Mark and Thyst walked into the arena at 11, it was quiet. A few wrestlers were already there, but they were training and going over routines. Thyst walked closely behind Mark, trying to be aware of everyone who was around her movements. It seemed since the accident she was more attentive and conscious of what she was doing.
The accident. Amethyst remembered that fondly. It wasn't an "accident" really. It was being with the wrong kind of people at the wrong time. She looked at the ground as she passed the corridors. She could still feel the pain in her ribs. Suddenly a low voice woke her from her thoughts.
"You alright darlin'?" Mark opened a door and walked in. The door said "Undertaker and The Bride." This caught Amethyst's attention.
"Yeah I'm fine. I'm just a little out of it." Thyst smiled and sat her stuff on the floor. Her bandana was about to fall off and as she reached around to fix it, she felt a huge presence behind her. Thyst immediately moved and ducked, cowering like a little kid. Her past had gotten the best of her.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Mark lightly grabbed her arm and shook her. She looked up into his green eyes. Her eyes leaked a single tear and she quickly wiped it away.
"Yeah, I'm just a little jumpy this morning." She smiled and fixed her bandana.
"Let me give you the grand tour." Mark said, walking out of the room. Thyst followed down the halls. She was secretly smacking herself in the forehead for being so weird today.
"This is the cafeteria." He pointed, but kept walking.
"This is the trainers room" He pointed again.
"This is the diva's room, most of the time you'll be with me in my locker room until you branch out on your own." He stopped. Trish walked out, looked her up and down and rolled her eyes before walking off.
"Do I have a booger hanging out my nose or something?" Thyst turned around and called to her. Trish stopped and turned around.
"Lita wannabe." She walked off. Thyst was about ready to sprint towards her and knock the shit out of her. Mark held her back. His thick arm wrapped around her waist as she was clawing for Trish's flesh.
"I see you're off to a good start." Mark rolled his eyes and let her go when she was calm.
"The bitch started it." Thyst straightened her shirt and hair.
"Let's go back to my locker room." Mark said turning around.
A few hours later Wrestlemania had started. Fans were screaming and yelling. Brock and Goldberg gave a piss poor performance and the crowd was restless. Thyst had thrown up 3 times already out of nervousness. She had a pair of black pants and a black tank top and a bandana. She wanted the hat but knew she had to get in that lame druid outfit soon. She settled for a pair of boots. Time was ticking by to fast.
Thyst stood beside Paul. Mark looked so sexy in his outfit. Kane's music was fading. Thyst fixed her bandana and flipped up her hood. Marks music started to play. Paul had to give her a little push to make her start walking. She looked down, concealing her figure and anything that might set her apart from all the other druids. She walked to Paul's side. Undertaker was lifting his arms and rolling his eyes in the back of his head to "make" the lights turn on. Thyst watched on with impatience. Finally Mark tomb stoned Glenn and pinned him.
Thyst stepped up to the ringside. She unzipped her robe and flipped down the hood. She discarded it on the floor and stepped into the ring. She kept her eyes as still as possible, to seem under a spell. Men's whistles could be heard from everywhere. She walked to Mark, wrapped her arms around his neck. She was standing on her tiptoes. She closed her eyes and kissed him on the lips for about 2 seconds. She let go and walked to the ropes. She looked back and beckoned him.
When they finally got backstage, Thyst ran to the trashcan and threw up.
"Better get used to it kid." Mark said. He was untaping his hands.
"What do you mean?" Thyst wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"We're going to be showing more PDA than just a 2 second kiss." Mark was already walking towards the locker room.
"Yeah, I read that I was called 'The Bride.' It's like I'm Uma Thurman in Kill Bill" She laughed.
"You're my Bride, you're the darkest of brides." Mark said opening the door.
"I'm taking a shower." He got up. Thyst changed into a pair of shorts that said, "fuck you" on the ass and an Undertaker T-shirt. When Mark came out they went back to their hotel room. They could finally sleep in tomorrow. She said good night and quickly fell asleep.
When Mark and Thyst walked into the arena at 11, it was quiet. A few wrestlers were already there, but they were training and going over routines. Thyst walked closely behind Mark, trying to be aware of everyone who was around her movements. It seemed since the accident she was more attentive and conscious of what she was doing.
The accident. Amethyst remembered that fondly. It wasn't an "accident" really. It was being with the wrong kind of people at the wrong time. She looked at the ground as she passed the corridors. She could still feel the pain in her ribs. Suddenly a low voice woke her from her thoughts.
"You alright darlin'?" Mark opened a door and walked in. The door said "Undertaker and The Bride." This caught Amethyst's attention.
"Yeah I'm fine. I'm just a little out of it." Thyst smiled and sat her stuff on the floor. Her bandana was about to fall off and as she reached around to fix it, she felt a huge presence behind her. Thyst immediately moved and ducked, cowering like a little kid. Her past had gotten the best of her.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Mark lightly grabbed her arm and shook her. She looked up into his green eyes. Her eyes leaked a single tear and she quickly wiped it away.
"Yeah, I'm just a little jumpy this morning." She smiled and fixed her bandana.
"Let me give you the grand tour." Mark said, walking out of the room. Thyst followed down the halls. She was secretly smacking herself in the forehead for being so weird today.
"This is the cafeteria." He pointed, but kept walking.
"This is the trainers room" He pointed again.
"This is the diva's room, most of the time you'll be with me in my locker room until you branch out on your own." He stopped. Trish walked out, looked her up and down and rolled her eyes before walking off.
"Do I have a booger hanging out my nose or something?" Thyst turned around and called to her. Trish stopped and turned around.
"Lita wannabe." She walked off. Thyst was about ready to sprint towards her and knock the shit out of her. Mark held her back. His thick arm wrapped around her waist as she was clawing for Trish's flesh.
"I see you're off to a good start." Mark rolled his eyes and let her go when she was calm.
"The bitch started it." Thyst straightened her shirt and hair.
"Let's go back to my locker room." Mark said turning around.
A few hours later Wrestlemania had started. Fans were screaming and yelling. Brock and Goldberg gave a piss poor performance and the crowd was restless. Thyst had thrown up 3 times already out of nervousness. She had a pair of black pants and a black tank top and a bandana. She wanted the hat but knew she had to get in that lame druid outfit soon. She settled for a pair of boots. Time was ticking by to fast.
Thyst stood beside Paul. Mark looked so sexy in his outfit. Kane's music was fading. Thyst fixed her bandana and flipped up her hood. Marks music started to play. Paul had to give her a little push to make her start walking. She looked down, concealing her figure and anything that might set her apart from all the other druids. She walked to Paul's side. Undertaker was lifting his arms and rolling his eyes in the back of his head to "make" the lights turn on. Thyst watched on with impatience. Finally Mark tomb stoned Glenn and pinned him.
Thyst stepped up to the ringside. She unzipped her robe and flipped down the hood. She discarded it on the floor and stepped into the ring. She kept her eyes as still as possible, to seem under a spell. Men's whistles could be heard from everywhere. She walked to Mark, wrapped her arms around his neck. She was standing on her tiptoes. She closed her eyes and kissed him on the lips for about 2 seconds. She let go and walked to the ropes. She looked back and beckoned him.
When they finally got backstage, Thyst ran to the trashcan and threw up.
"Better get used to it kid." Mark said. He was untaping his hands.
"What do you mean?" Thyst wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"We're going to be showing more PDA than just a 2 second kiss." Mark was already walking towards the locker room.
"Yeah, I read that I was called 'The Bride.' It's like I'm Uma Thurman in Kill Bill" She laughed.
"You're my Bride, you're the darkest of brides." Mark said opening the door.
"I'm taking a shower." He got up. Thyst changed into a pair of shorts that said, "fuck you" on the ass and an Undertaker T-shirt. When Mark came out they went back to their hotel room. They could finally sleep in tomorrow. She said good night and quickly fell asleep.