A few weeks later, I was sitting in Mark's dressing room like always…trying to read and pretend I was ignoring the fact that he was walking around in nothing just his jeans…we had spoken very few words since the whole trash can lid incident…Someone knocked on his dressing room door and Mark walked over and opened it and growled, "WHAT?" A little piss ant security guard said, "Mrs. Callaway, you have a visitor at the back door. Umm…a couple of young ladies by the names of Samantha Martini and AnneMarie Walters."
Mark looked over and Alyssa and for the first time in a few weeks, Alyssa had a genuine smile on her face…He watched as she packed up her laptop and took off out of the room down the hall towards the security booth at the back entrance of the arena…
I ran down there as fast as my legs would carry me…I saw Sami and Anne and ran over and practically jumped both of them with hugs…they nearly squeezed me to death…I said, "God, what are you guys doing here?" AnneMarie said, "Well…we decided it was time for a road trip, so we took a week off from work…and decided that we'd come see you…and see how you're doing."
I said, "I've got no complaints…yet." Samantha put her arm around my shoulder as we walked back to the dressing room…and she said, "You can't fool me. What's wrong?" I said, "Well…Nothing…really everything is fine."
Sami laughed and said, "Things can't be too fine…I turned the TV on a few weeks ago and watched my sister smack her husband over the head with a metal trashcan lid…he looked just as surprised as did everyone else in the arena…that wasn't scripted was it?" I looked down and she said, "C'mon…you're my big sister…I know you…you can't hide shit from me…I know you too well."
I said, "Okay fine…no it wasn't scripted…something happened…and I just needed to put my foot down and lay out some ground rules." Anne smiled her coy little smile and said, "I can't believe you hit him…he's so much bigger then you." I laughed and said, "You're so shy woman." Sami scoffed and said, "She ain't that shy…she flashed some guy on the freeway cause he was being an ass."
I looked at AnneMarie in shock and she turned bright red…and I said, "Holy shit AnneMarie…" She said, "I swear, you and Sami are a bad influence on me." I said, "Oh sure…blame me…you're the one who decided on going on a road trip with my sister." AnneMarie said, "So when do we get to meet your husband?" I said, "Well…I believe he was supposed to be going down to the ring…"
We walked down to the ring and saw Mark's little brother Glenn and Kevin Nash the current WWE champion…but no Mark. Kevin was a super sweet guy…not much was ever said by him…he liked a good joke, which I learned that right away…other then that he usually kept himself pretty focused when he was at the arena. Kevin was 6' 11'' 320 lbs, deep blue eyes and brown hair…
I said, "Hey boys…where's Mark?" Glenn said, "I'm sure, I don't know." I said, "Alrighty." Kevin said, "Oh…he went to the back for a few minutes…something about stubborn ass women and needing to piss." I said, "Kevin, Glenn this is my little sister Samantha Martini and her best friend AnneMarie Walters…please make them feel at home…I'm gonna go see if I can find Mark." Kevin and Glenn nodded as they got out of the ring and shook hands with the girls…I walked up the ramp to the back…
As soon as I walked back behind the curtain, I could hear someone giggling…it was a woman giggling…I heard a familiar voice say, "Awww, Markie, I missed you so much…I can't believe you went and got married to that stuffy bitch." The deep southern accented voice that I recognized to be Mark said, "Now watch it Dawn Marie…She is my wife now." Dawn smiled and said, "I don't care…ever since you've been back on the road with her…I couldn't stop imagining you leaving her for me…Please tell me that's what you're going to do…Please Markie…Pretty Please."
Mark chuckled a little and said, "Well…I don't wanna hurt her feelings or anything…I'll have to be careful about it…if she finds out about my feelings for you…then whose to say she won't divorce me and try taking me for everything that I've got." Dawn said, "Awww…My poor Markie…stuck with that stuffy little ballet dancing bitch…she doesn't deserve you…you deserve a woman who can take care of your needs…you're wants…Everything."
I looked behind the curtain and hands were roaming all over each others bodies in little intimate places…as Mark had his tongue shoved so far down her throat…he could taste what she had for lunch. I wiped the couple of tears that had escaped my eyes as I heard the conversation between the two of them. I walked away and went back down to the ring.