Chapter 12

Rachel battled through 2 months of missing David like crazy, cause once he was released to wrestle again, they sent him over to OVW for a month just to get the ring rust off him. He called her as much as he could...and she talked with him so much she knew by the ring of the phone it was David calling her.

Rachel was checking out Mark Jindrak's shoulder...when she noticed he had something on the palm of his left hand and looked down and couldn't help but giggle.

Mark said, "What? I couldn't find paper." Rachel said, "That would be nice except for the handwriting is a little to feminine for you, plus you're left handed and it's on your left hand...that's a nice parlor trick."

Mark blushed a little and said, "Okay So Kat wrote her cell number on my hand." Rachel said, "Does the ever dominant Daddy Callaway know his precious baby girl gave her phone number to a wrestler? For more then the purpose of 'going shopping and whatever'." The last part in a high pitched valley girl voice.

Mark chuckled at Rachel's antics. Mark said, "No her father doesn't know...I'm sure she'll tell him." Rachel said, "Don't you mean you HOPE she tells him...before you actually hook up." Mark laughed and said, "Yea...that too."

Rachel patted Mark's knee and said, "Okay, I see no reason as to why you shouldn't wrestle tonight...the tendons are healed nicely...no more running into the ring posts full speed ahead anymore." Mark jumped off the exam table and said, "Yea, well tell John Cena that." Rachel said, "I will...I'm seeing him in an hour."

Mark waved and left the Massage room...after which Rachel found herself wondering down to catering for a bottle of water. On the way back to the office, she found herself planted on her ass one more time.

Rachel huffed and kicked her legs out in front of her as a animalistic growl came from the back of her throat...as she looked behind her only to see her brick wall was Mark Callaway (Undertaker) AGAIN!

Rachel said, "No Callaway, I'm fine you big bucket of monkey farts...Fuck I swear to GODDDDD!" Rachel stood up and Mark's deep southern accented voice said, "You got something to say to me sweetheart?" Rachel turned around and threw her water on the floor and said, "Yes I do you fuckin 10 lbs of horse shit in a 2 lb bag...If I ever survive one of your run overs...It will only be too fuckin soon."

Mark clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and said, "Is that so? Some day you'll learn to watch that mouth around me...I've been working for this company..."

Before he could finish Rachel cut him off and said, "For nearly 14 years, blah yadda fuckin blah, and you're the big dog in the fuckin yard...well the yard is the ring...this ain't the fuckin ring, so back here I'll say what I want when I want...I'm tired of you fuckin knocking me over and have no fuckin manners to say EXCUSE ME or I'M SORRY!...You know...it's like the fuckin people who drive brand new fuckin cars and don't use turn signals...If you have a new vehicle and it didn't COME with turn signals take the mother fuckin pieces of shit BACK."

Mark was losing his temper fast and Rachel said, "I'm so tired of being knocked over by you on a daily basis it's not even funny...I fuckin swear, I'm gonna send you my orthopedic bill from now on, cause I'm tired of footing it, every time you fuckin knock me over. You know something...People have a breaking point...you just broke mine...Lord I swear to god, If I didn't love this company so much, I'd tell them to fuck the job...You sir are an asshole in every sense of the word...if no one has ever told you that before...WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Where every day you get a dose of REALITY!"

Rachel turned on her heels and stormed off to her office.

Slamming the door in the process and just burring her head on the exam table. She was mad, but she wanted to cry, but she wanted to be pissed off...Her mind was going in a circle. If David didn't come back soon, she was going to go insane AND TAKE EVERYONE WITH HER!