Chapter 15

Not bad…I looked at myself in the mirror…and I really liked the steel toed boots…the jeans were mine…obviously he was planning this and grabbed a pair before we left the hotel…the shirt was a black cotton tank top that said 'Property of Deadman Inc.'. I pulled the chop sticks out of my hair and let it flow down…it was about 3 inches past my ass and I could see the dead ends on it…I'd have to remember to visit Bianca next time I was in town.

I walked out and Mark stopped in his tracks…he walked over and then proceeded to circle me like a hungry lion…He smelled my hair and said, "Damn…you look good enough to eat…well if we had more time I'd drop you on the floor right now and dig into your pussy with my tongue…but we can save the pleasantries until later, when we get back to the hotel." I said, "What a good idea."

I followed Mark out into the hallway and there was a huge Harley sitting outside his dressing room door…Mark got on and then grabbed my hand and helped me on…he put my arms around him and said, "Just lean with me when we turn and you'll be fine." I said, "Okay."

We took off and out to the ring…the fans were going absolutely ape shit…we circled the ring once and parked…Mark helped me off and then got off and picked me up and put me on the outside ring mat…then got up and held open the ropes for me to get in…which I did…then he followed me in and he did some posing for the fans…

Mark explained I was supposed to stand over by his corner and just cheer on the Undertaker…I wasn't allowed to say his name…though most fans already knew it…I was still to refer to him as Taker, Deadman, Undertaker, or Big Evil…He also said if him and the other guys got to close to where I was standing to back up so I wouldn't get hurt.

I nodded and he held the ropes open and pointed to the corner. I walked over and leaned over the mat and folded my arms on the mat as I watched the match start…it was a hardcore match between Mark and Steve Williams (Austin)…Steve had his wife in his corner…Ivy…she was a firecracker…I'd met her a month ago when I started traveling with Mark…and we'd become good friends…she reminded me of my friends in New York.

The match started getting crazy as trash cans, brooms, big metal road signs, trash can lids were all brought into the ring and they were using them on each other…I was in awe at how much pain their bodies could with stand…

At the end of the match Mark won…and as Ivy was helping Steve to the back I got in the ring…I picked up a trash can lid…I walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder…as he turned around I smacked him in the head with the metal lid…and said, "If you ever take advantage of my vulnerability again…me and you will have a serious problem."

I got out of the ring and Mark sat up and watched me walk up the ramp and through the curtain…

Mark stalked after me and said, "What the fuck was that all about?"

I said, "You…taking advantage of me about 30 minutes ago in the damn dressing room…Just because you're Mark Callaway the God damn Phenome…don't expect to get special treatment…I seem to remember me telling you I didn't want to be married to your ass…and you just seem to still be trying to get me to enjoy it…I think from now on we'll get separate hotel room…I don't want to slip up and do something nice and have you take it as a sign to go ahead and finger fuck me like some wet whore. Just leave me alone!"

Mark stopped dead in his tracks and said, "FINE…you don't wanna be married then we won't be married…from now on we only act like were fucking married when were in front of co-workers and fans…anything else who fuckin' cares." I said, "FINE!" I walked away and grabbed my stuff and left in a taxi to go back to the hotel.