NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own myself.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" Taker said, waking me up the next morning and pulling the covers off of me.

"You're an evil, evil man," I told him, before putting the pillow over my head and trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep.

"Come on, J, seriously, you gotta get up," he said. "Unless you want me to tickle you or something."

"Not ticklish," I lied, and hoped that he didn't believe me.

"We'll see," he said, and immediately started tickling me.

I tried my hardest to hold the laughter in and keep my body from shaking. Really! But I couldn't help laughing.

"Ok, ok, I'll get up," I said, still lying on the bed. He stopped tickling me and looked down at me. "But I can't believe I let an old man like you get the best of me."

"Old man? Old man?" he repeated. "Oh, you want me to spank you or something, calling me that!"

"Spank me?" I asked. I jumped up off the bed. "Gotta catch me first!" Then I ran into the bathroom door and slammed it, just before he ran into it and hit it with a thud.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and went through my whole little routine quickly. When I turned the water off, I heard this eerie silence. It was too quiet on the other side of that door.

"Taker?" I called. I waited, but no response came. "Mark?"

I feared the worst. After all, we were in Jacksonville, where all bad things happened. My luck always seemed to run out when I was in my hometown...

I opened the door slowly and looked around. I couldn't believe what I saw!

Taker was lying on the floor, absolutely still, except for the constant rise and fall of his chest. At least his breathing was regular.

I walked over to him. "Mark? Mark? Are you ok? Answer me, darn you!"

Still, there was no reply.

I checked his pulse, and as I suspected, it was fine. So then what was wrong with him?

I thought about how I had slammed the door behind me and how he had ran into it. Perhaps he had run into the door so hard that the impact had knocked him out. But when I looked at the door, I figured my idea was a little farfetched, simply because the door had no dents. If he had hit it hard enough to knock himself out then he would've left a mark.

I didn't know what to do. I felt so scared and nervous. "Get up, baby," I said, running a finger over his kissable-looking lips.

I felt his lips twitch beneath my finger. I ran my finger over his lips again, this time watching carefully. His lips curved into a quick smile, then went back to the way they were again.

He was playing a joke on me! Well, I figured, I'd teach him to play jokes on me!

"Looks like he's out cold," I said out loud. "Maybe I can cop a feel now..."

I started touching him, running my hands wherever they could reach, without going below the waistline. I was being bold, but there was no way I was going to be that bold!

I noticed him starting to breathe faster as my hands continued their journey all over him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and I found myself tracing his tattoos delicately with a finger. I could feel him sort of shiver under my touch.

"Mmmm, I guess he won't feel this," I said aloud, leaning down to gently kiss his lips. "Too bad, I guess."

Then I stood up and went over to put on my clothes. He laid there, not moving, and I wondered how long it had taken him to train his body to just stay still and unresponsive. Maybe his nickname, The Original Deadman, really meant something.

After I put on my clothes and got ready to head to the arena, I walked over to him. "Well, sweetie, I know you can't hear me, but you should know this. I'm wearing some really skimpy clothes right now, and I'm feeling really hot. I think I'm going to go find Batista and have a little conversation with him..."

At that, he sat straight up like he sometimes did in the ring. Then he looked up at me.

"You wouldn't dare go and find Batista," he said.

"Of course I wouldn't, I was just joking with you," I said. "Now what was up with that whole little joke you just played on me?"

"Just felt like testing you, just to see how strong you were," he said. "Good news, you passed."

"You passed my test, too," I said. "I thought you'd respond to me torturing your body but I was wrong."

"Oh, if you'd gone just a little lower, I would've been responding in more ways than one," he said with a wink. He looked at his watch. "We gotta be at the arena in like 15 minutes. Looks like we're gonna have to skip breakfast."

"That's cool with me. Luckily, the arena is just a few minutes away," I said. I grabbed my purse. "Come on, let's get outta here."

Short, I know. The next chapter will be more interesting, I hope.