NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own Brenda and myself.
Sorry it took so long for me to post this, I was all out of ideas. Luckily now I have some great ideas for the next chapter!
I woke up the next morning without the comfort of Taker's wonderful arms around me. Immediately, I wondered where he was. I had slept so peacefully the night before with his warm, muscular body pressed so closely against mine...
"Morning, sleepyhead," he whispered from somewhere behind me.
I smiled and turned over to find him sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me.
"Morning," I replied with a smile. "How long have you been woke?"
"A little less than an hour," he said.
I noticed the bright sunshine coming through the window and immediately looked at the clock. It was 7:49 already!
"Oh, we're going to be late! Why didn't you wake me?" I asked, sitting up in the bed and running a hand through my hair.
"You looked so pretty sleeping, I just didn't have the heart to disturb you," he said. "Besides, we won't be late. We're not expected there until 10 anyway."
"What happened to the early bird catching the worm?" I asked.
"Why would I want a worm when I can have you?" he asked.
"Makes sense," I said. I got out of the bed and went over to my bag. Grabbing some essential stuff, I headed to the bathroom. He followed.
I brushed my teeth and went through my whole morning routine. He just stood back and observed me silently. It was weird for him to be standing there just watching me and not saying anything, but I didn't tell him that. I just continued what I was doing until I was done.
"You want to order room service or go out for breakfast?" he asked me when I went to find some clothes to wear from my bag.
"Room service sounds good enough," I said.
He ordered room service while I put on something to wear. When I stepped out of the bathroom, he looked at me.
"Wow, look at you!" he gushed, giving me the once-over appreciatively. "That looks nice on you."
I looked down at myself and gave a slight laugh. "I always dress like this," I told him, gesturing at my tight hip-huggers, tight shirt, and boots. "This is a comfortable style for me."
"I see," he said. "What a sight for sore eyes..."
There was a knock at the door that connected my room to Shawn's, and then Shawn appeared.
"Hey, guys, how's it going?" Shawn asked, entering my room and plopping down on the bed like it was his own. He looked at me and was silent for a minute. Then he shook his head and asked, "Sleep well?"
"We slept very well," Taker said with a smile. "How about you?"
"Yeah, that's all Brenda and I did. Sleep," Shawn answered. "But we talked almost half the night. That girl can carry on a great conversation."
"Too bad you won't be seeing her again after today," Taker said. He looked at me. "Tonight, it's back on the road."
"It'll suck to leave her behind," Shawn said sadly. "I mean, we just met and all but I feel like I know her well. She's great to be around."
"She seems nice enough," Taker said.
"Why doesn't she just come along?" I suggested. "I mean, it's not like she has anything to do here."
"Interesting idea," Shawn said, sitting up. "I hadn't thought about that."
There was a knock on the door. "Room service," a voice called.
"I'll get it," I said. I walked over to the door and opened it. "Geez, did you order the whole menu?" I asked Taker as I saw the butler pushing in a whole cart of hot, delicious-smelling breakfast into my room.
"Basically," Taker said. "So Shawn, want some breakfast?"
We ate our breakfast in silence, watching TV together. When we were done, they decided it was about time that we headed over to the arena. I was nervous because later on that night, I would be on national TV for the first time as Taker's valet, and just the thought of being watched by millions of people was nerve-wracking!
We arrived at the arena just before 10. "Our meeting's in 5 minutes," Taker said to me. "We better head straight over to Vince's office."
We said bye to Shawn and headed over to Vince McMahon's office together.
"Nervous?" Taker asked as I fiddled with my hands while we walked.
"Very," I said.
"Don't be," he said. "Vince might appear a certain way on TV, but remember, it's all in the storyline. Everything's different when the cameras stop rolling."
That calmed me down a little. He knocked on the door to Vince's office.
"Come in," Vince called.
Taker and I walked in to find Vince sitting at his desk with Dave Batista sitting across from him.
"Welcome, Taker, Lady Taker... You're just in time," Vince said, checking his watch. He looked at Taker. "You're usually here pretty early."
Lady Taker?
Taker nodded and said smoothly, "Yeah, things happen. I kinda just go with the flow."
Vince gave him a smile. "That's good, because that's what we're going to have to do with this new storyline..."
Vince proceeded to explain the storyline while we listened intently. He went through the storyline detail by detail, being sure to make sure that I understood what I was expected to do at all times. He placed heavy emphasis on the fact that even though I was gonna be "J" they were mostly going to call me Lady Taker. I liked him right away. He was nothing like the heartless Vince McMahon that I had watched on WWE through the years. He was actually kind, compassionate, and understanding. He made me feel right at home.
When the meeting was over, Vince stood up and shook my hand. "It'll be a pleasure having you here in the WWE."
"It'll be a pleasure just getting the chance to be here," I said, shaking his hand. "Thanks so much for the opportunity."
"Oh, nonsense, you earned it," he said, letting my hand go. "Good luck tonight."
"Thanks," I said, and followed Taker out of the room.
"So, how about we go back to my room and practice for tonight?" Taker suggested. He looked down at his watch. "Or," he said, "we could discuss our plans over lunch?"
I looked down at my watch and was surprised to see that it was already 1 in the afternoon. It seemed like we had only just arrived at the arena, but I realized that 3 hours had already passed.
"Sounds good," I said, just as Chris Jericho sauntered up to us from down the hallway.
"Hey Taker, J," Chris said, flashing me a huge smile.
"Jericho," Taker acknowledged briefly.
"Hey," I replied.
"What are you two up to?" Chris asked, looking back and forth at us.
Taker kept his mouth shut, so I decided to answer him. "Well, we're just about to go grab a bite to eat and discuss our plans," I said. "What about you?"
"I'm about to go get some lunch," he answered, patting his stomach. "I'm practically starving since I skipped breakfast this morning."
Taker looked at me, then at Chris. "Yeah, uh, we gotta get going," he finally told Chris. He started to walk away. I gave Chris a light smile and started to follow Taker.
"Wait, J," Chris said, walking after me and putting his hand on my arm. "I was wondering if you'd like to work out with me sometime? I need a workout partner," he said.
"I don't see a problem with that," I said after thinking for a second. "I do need to be hitting the gym a bit more often."
"There's nothing wrong with your body," he said, licking his lips. He circled me slowly. "Looks fine to me."
Taker rolled his eyes at Chris but said nothing.
"Yeah, maybe, but I'd like for it to stay that way," I said. "So that's why I need to be hitting the gym."
"Let me guarantee you, if you and I are alone in a gym, for sure we'll work up a nice sweat," he said suggestively. "Hell," he continued, "we don't even need the gym. All we need is each other..."
Apparently, that was too much for Taker's ears. "Come on, J, let's get outta here," he said. He put his arm around me protectively and led me away from Chris. Chris laughed and walked the other way.
"He's... To use his own word, he's such an 'assclown'," Taker said angrily between clenched teeth.
"Why are you so mad?" I asked him. Was he jealous or something?
"Because he's hitting on you right in front of me. No respect at all," he said with a sigh.
Up ahead, we saw John Cena approaching us. His eyes seemed to get wider and wider as he neared us. Finally he stopped in front of us, his championship title resting on his right shoulder.
"Sup Taker?" he said.
"Heading to lunch," Taker said.
"Oh, J, you're working those pants. You got me wanting to do that nasty dance!" John said as he walked behind me and stood, boldly staring at my butt.
"John, you're crazy," I said with a laugh.
"Crazy bout that booty," John said. "You're fitting those jeans well... Devilish thoughts like these will send me to hell... But it'll all be worth it if I could just get in those jeans, know what I mean?" He laughed a little.
"Damn, John, you sound like a horny teenager," I said to him.
"It's those damn jeans of yours," he said. "You better be careful. I know I told you if you wanted some to come get some, but..." He stepped closer to me and leaned down. "...But if you take too long I might have to come over and take some."
I guess that was the final straw for Taker already. He shoved John roughly into the wall, then grabbed my hand and stormed down the hallway to the exit.
"You have a mighty short fuse," I exclaimed once we were outside the arena. "You know, shoving John like that."
"He was working my nerves," he said simply. "A guy gets on my nerves and that's what happens."
"I hope I don't make you that mad," I said, shuddering. "I'd hate to be on your bad side."
"You don't have to worry about that," he said. "You could never work my nerves the way John just did... Unless you gave in to one of them."
"Nah, I don't think so," I said as we walked across the street to a quaint little diner for lunch.
"They all say that," he said. "All the guys in the locker room are professional smooth-talkers. They can break almost anybody down, unless they're really strong-willed."
"They'll never break me down," I promised. "But what about you? Are you one of the smooth-talkers you mentioned?"
He held the door open for me and I walked into the diner. He took my hand and led me to the back of the small diner. We sat down.
"No, I'm not one of those smooth-talkers," he said. "I speak what I feel. I don't try to seduce people."
"You seem like you'd be a pro at seduction," I said. I don't even know why I said it, it just slipped out.
"I am," he said. "But I don't flaunt my talents..."
We had lunch and talked over our plans, and before we knew it, it was 3. We paid for lunch, then headed back to the arena, taking a slow walk. When we entered the arena, people started coming out of nowhere yelling at us. It was hectic. The backstage area was in a frenzy.
"You have to get your makeup done!" a young woman yelled to us.
"Oh, your hair!" someone yelled. "It has to be done perfectly, get over here!"
"Gotta get dressed!" another woman called to us.
"You two are on soon," yet another person called.
"Is it always like this?" I asked.
Taker nodded as a smile played on his lips. "Basically. You'll get used to it."
I wasn't so sure...
By 6:15, I was finally all ready to go out there. I met Taker by his room, as we had been split up by all the people pulling us in different directions. When I saw Taker, I was almost afraid.
He was wearing his usual ring attire, from the black hat all the way down to the black shoes. He looked dark and intimidating, and, quite frankly, really sexy!
"Well, look at you," he said in a low voice.
I spun around in front of him. "You like?"
He grinned. "I like. You look like a female me... Only, hot."
"Oh, don't be mistaken. You're looking pretty hot yourself," I said with a laugh.
"Time to get ready to head out there," he said. "Let's practice the walk one more time."
It was hard to make myself walk as slow as I was supposed to, but I knew I had to and was glad that he was taking the time to practice with me.
"Perfect," he said as we came to a slow stop in front of the curtains leading out to the ring. Batista was waiting there as well.
"Ready for this match?" Batista asked Taker.
"Yeah, I was born ready," Taker replied.
"It's gonna suck parting with this belt..." Batista's voice trailed off as he stroked his championship title. He looked up at me. "What about you? Are you ready to go out there?"
"I'm so nervous," I said, hearing the buzz and chatter of the excited audience waiting out there.
"Don't be," Taker said. "Just go with the flow, J... Lady Taker." He leaned down and kissed me gently, then stood up straight.
"You two will be going out in 10...9..."
Taker squeezed my hand reassuringly. "You'll be great."
"Taker's right," Batista said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "You're gonna be great out there... I just wish that it wasn't my ass that you're gonna kick."
I gulped. I prayed that they were right...
Coming up: The Undertaker takes on Batista for the title and Lady Taker has a huge influence on the outcome of the match...