NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own Kathy, Jerry, and myself.
I paced back and forth nervously for five long minutes in front of Taker's locker room, debating on whether or not to tell him what had just happened with Batista. I figured he would get pretty mad. I remembered his comment from the night before when he'd said that I was stuck with him.
Finally, I summoned enough courage and decided to go in. I knew what I was going to tell him.
I knocked on the room door.
"Yeah?" Taker called out.
"It's J, can I come in?" I called back.
Seconds later, the door opened and Taker was standing there with a towel loosely thrown around his waist.
"You know, you're always welcome to come in here," he said. I walked inside and sat down on the couch. He shut and locked the door, then came and sat down next to me.
"Something weird just happened," I said. I got nervous and my leg started to shake.
"You're upset. What happened?" he asked, immediately concerned.
I explained everything that happened after my shower. "And then I grabbed my stuff and got the hell out of there," I finished.
He looked at me for a minute, then leaned back. "I expected this," he admitted.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"I knew that after the kiss in the ring, he would get addicted," he answered.
"And how did you know?"
"Believe me, I know," he quietly replied.
That was enough of an answer for me.
"Now the question is, what do I do about it?" I asked him.
"I vote ignore," he said. "I know your problems won't disappear if you ignore them but Batista might."
"I hope you're right," I said to him. I looked at my watch. "What time are we supposed to be leaving?"
"Oh, pretty soon," he said. "I gotta put on some clothes." He stood up and walked over to his bag. He pulled out some jeans and a sleeveless shirt. "Oh, can't forget the underwear," he said, more to himself than to me. He pulled out some boxer briefs...
...And then the towel dropped.
"Nice ass, Taker," I complimented him.
He laughed as he slipped on his underwear. Then he turned around to look at me. "Thanks." He pulled on his jeans and shirt, some socks and shoes, and then put his bag on his shoulder.
"Well, wanna get outta here now?" he asked me.
"More than you know," I said, standing up and putting my bag on my shoulder.
We headed out of the room together and to the parking lot.
"Vince got us a rental," he said. "A Dodge Durango."
"Cool," I said. "So where are we headed to next?"
"Jacksonville, Florida," he said. "Nice place. I've been there a couple of times."
"Jacksonville?" I gulped. My heart flipped over.
"What's wrong with Jacksonville?" he asked as we walked over to the Durango.
"That's where I live. I'm from there," I said.
"Oh, it's your hometown," he said. "I understand. You're nervous about possibly seeing the people that you know?"
"It's gonna be nuts!" I exclaimed as I got in the SUV.
He got in on the driver's side and shut the door. "I have a match against Randy Orton at the house show tomorrow... And it looks like I'm not the only one who has a new valet."
"You don't mean Kayla..."
"Yeah, seems like Orton's new valet is your friend Kayla," he said, confirming my thoughts. He cranked up the Durango and revved the engine a little. "I wonder why she didn't tell you?"
"I dunno," I said, shaking my head. We put on our seatbelts. "We only got here yesterday and we're already growing apart."
"That happens a lot in this business in the beginning, when everything's all new and unfamiliar," he said in a comforting voice. "But don't worry, you two are still gonna be good friends, believe me."
He pulled out of the parking lot and started driving. We rode in silence for a while, until Taker spoke up. "I'm kinda hungry. Wanna grab a burger or something?"
"Wouldn't mind," I said. "Where you wanna go?"
"Burger King, if you like it."
"It's cool with me," I said, "as long as I can get a Whopper with everything on it, some fries, and a drink."
"You even want the onions on it?" he asked, surprised.
"Everything," I said. "I want it all."
"Now, whenever a WWE diva sends me to grab her a burger when I'm going out, they don't get onions or tomatoes... Hell, it's like they just get the buns."
"I must not be an ordinary WWE diva," I said slyly as he pulled into Burger King and went to the drive thru.
"I have to agree," he said. "You're definitely not an ordinary diva..." He cocked his head sideways and gave me a crooked smile. I couldn't help but smile back. I touched his arm and he leaned over a little, placing a kiss on my forehead. Then he let the window down.
"Welcome to Burger King, can I take your order?" came a voice over the speaker.
"Yeah, I'll have two Whoppers, two large fries, a large Coke, and a large Sprite," Taker said. He said in a low voice to me, "Sprite's your favorite, right?"
"Right," I replied, surprised and happy that he'd remembered.
"That's gonna be $9.40," the voice said. "Please pull up to the first window."
He pulled around to the first window. Before letting the tinted window down again, he put on some dark shades. "I hope this girl doesn't recognize me," he said with a slight chuckle. Then he let the window down.
"That's $9.40," the girl at the window said.
Taker didn't speak. He just handed her a crisp ten dollar bill.
"Your change is $.60. Have a nice evening," the girl said, handing him the receipt and the change.
"Thank you," he said, accepting the receipt and the change.
The girl stuck her head out the window. "Your voice sounds really familiar," she said suspiciously. "What's your name?"
"...Mark," he said, then pulled to the second window before she could say anything else. He looked innocently over at me. "I didn't mean to be rude, but she was gonna figure out who I was sooner or later. I'd rather it be later..."
"Later, like when we've got our food and we're gone," I agreed.
There was a guy at the second window. "One moment," the guy said to us. "I'm waiting on them to prepare your food."
The girl from the first window suddenly joined the guy in the second window. "Now I know who you are!" she screeched. "You're The Undertaker!"
"Kathy!" the guy said. "That's totally not the Undertaker. I just saw him on TV a few minutes ago. He can't be here and there at the same time!"
"Jerry, you're such an ass. If you don't believe me, ask him!" the girl, apparently named Kathy, asked.
"Fine," Jerry said. "Excuse me, Sir, are you The Undertaker?"
Taker sighed. "Yeah, that's me." He stuck his head out the window so the guy could see his face.
"Wow, it's an honor!" Jerry exclaimed. "I'm one of your biggest fans!"
"Told you it was him," Kathy smirked.
"Now, just between me and you, Mr. Taker, is Lady Taker... God, she's hot... Is she taken?" Jerry asked.
Taker turned to me. "Wanna answer that, love?"
We were back in character again.
"Of course, dear," I said. I leaned over so they could see me, too. "I'm happily taken by this sexy Lord of Darkness right here," I informed Jerry. "Need proof?"
"I believe ya," Jerry said. "But I thought you had a wife and all," he said to Taker.
Taker smiled. "No comment on that one... Is our food ready yet?"
"Here are your drinks first," Jerry said, handing Taker our drinks.
"Awesome tattoos," Kathy commented as Taker reached for the drinks. His muscles flexed. "And I love the muscles."
"You don't wanna get my lady over here all fired up now do you?" Taker asked, nodding towards me. "She's a hellcat."
"Oh, no, no, I don't want any trouble," she said quickly. Then she looked off and put her hand to her ear. "What? Oh, ok!" She looked back at us. "Yeah, somebody's calling me. I gotta run." She disappeared quickly from the window.
"You're an intimidating girl," Taker said to me. "Do you see how fast she bolted?"
I smiled. "Oh, look, he has our food."
"Here you are," Jerry said. "I took the liberty of adding you guys two extra Whoppers and some ice cream. Enjoy!"
"Thanks," Taker said. "We'll remember you next time we're in...whatever city this is."
"Atlanta, Georgia. It's the 404," Jerry reminded him.
"A.T.L," Taker said. "Got it. Nice meeting you, kid. Later."
He pulled out of there fast. Then he looked at me. "Looks like you just met your second fan."
"Second? When did I meet the first?" I asked.
"You met me yesterday, you remember?"
I smiled. Things were getting better and better for me. I could smell success coming my way. Then I remembered where we were headed and frowned a little.
My success depended on how things went at home in Jacksonville. Everything would depend on it... And that's what scared me the most.
Coming up: What is so bad about J's hometown that scares her so much?