"So how have you been doing since Sara's funeral?" Glenn asked while putting his boots on. Mark let out a heavy sigh and looked at the man he'd been best friends with for the last 10 years…since he was 25 and Glenn was 20…No one knew him like Glenn did…Mark took a deep breathe and said, "I guess I'm fairing okay…I don't know why I was flirting with those little girls tonight…I feel like I was cheating on her."
Glenn said, "Mark, Sara's been gone for 6 months…no one expects you to just go on like nothing happened…You already know you have to put on a smile…or the Deadman face for the fans…they don't realize her death wasn't scripted…they thought it was part of the show…Page, has been asking about you." Mark glared in Glenn's direction and said, "I don't want that man's name said around me…is that understood?" Glenn said, "C'mon Mark…it wasn't his fault…he tried to grab her before she fell…"
Mark stood up and raised his voice with a thundering… "No Glenn…I don't want to hear it…I told her to stay home…Page kept egging her on to come back on Raw and Smackdown for another feud with him…she didn't want to but some how he talked her into it…I don't know how or why…but she wanted to do it…God Damn Glenn…she was 8 weeks pregnant…when she fell off the top of that fucking cage…that she shouldn't have been on top of in the first place."
Mark ran this hand through his short dark auburn hair. Glenn said, "Mark…I'm sorry…but Sara chose to go up there…she knew what the consequences would have been…and if she could see the way you're behaving right now…she'd never accept the way you've been towards Page…And you know that…" Mark glared at his own reflection in the mirror and then did the dumbest thing possible…with full force behind it…he drove his fist into the mirror…and shattered into pieces…and bloodied his hand…he gathered his stuff and was going to go back to the hotel…
About that time…me and Jamie were walking by their room on our way out to the limo that had picked us up and was going to take us back home…All of a sudden…the door was flung open…and Jamie stopped to tie her shoe…but she didn't stop me…and Sneaker kept going…Mark came bolting out of the dressing room and right into me…Knocking me on my ass…I recognized his scent…leather and cologne…and he roughed out a, "Watch where the hell your going…God Damn fans." It scared the shit out of me…and Jamie ran over and sat on her knees next to me…
Jamie said, "Oh my god, what a bully…Sami, Are you okay honey?" I was kind of silent at first…and she said, "Sam…" I moved a little and said, "Yea…I think I'm okay…My left wrist hurts though… I landed wrong on my wrist and it hurts to the point where it is making me nausea." Jamie said, "You might have sprained it…" I said, "Great…I hate hospitals…" She said, "You want to sit there…or get up…" I said, "Let me sit here for a minute…I feel like my equilibrium is off.."
A deep voice said, "Probably because you were taken off your feet so fast." I jumped and grabbed onto Jaime's arm…She said, "Its okay…its just Glenn…" I pulled my knees into my chest and stood up with Jamie and Glenn walked over and said, "Are you guys okay?" Jamie said, "Other then my best friend getting run over by the Deadman Inc. Train…couldn't be better…"
Glenn said, "I'm really sorry…that was my fault…I'm the one who pissed him off." I said, "And if he acts this way every time he's mad…I gotta know…why would you intentionally piss him off?" Glenn said, "We were discussing something and the discussion got out of hand…he actually punched out a mirror in the dressing room…and barrel out of the room full steam ahead." I said, "And yet I ask again…why would you want to piss him off?" Glenn said, "Because I was trying to get him to talk to me about something personal…and he was being stubborn…I figured if I pissed him off enough he'd talk."