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

This one's gonna be short but don't worry, the next one should be a little longer.

"Have you seen Taker?" I asked the first person I came to. When this person turned around, I cursed my bad luck.

"Well hey there," Batista said, giving me a thin-lipped smile. "I figured I wouldn't see you today, considering the way you ran out on me last night."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I don't have time to talk about it now. Now have you seen Taker?"

"It was just a kiss, ya know. It's not like I told you I loved you or something," he said with a scowl. "And yes, I saw Taker. He was heading in the direction of his locker room, and he looked really pissed. He totally body-checked me on his way by."

"Damn." I shook my head. How was I going to face such an angry giant?

"What'd you do to him?" he asked me.

I thought about what it was that I had said to him to make him so pissed.

"You really don't need to know," I said. Then I started wondering how I was going to make things right with Taker once I did finally catch up with him.

I hadn't even noticed Batista put his hand on my waist and pull me to him. By the time I did notice, he had his body pressed close against mine, and he was leaning down.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked when I noticed his lips just mere inches away from my own.

"I'd like to know the same thing," Taker stated calmly from behind me.

Batista let me go. "I... I was just...uh..."

"You don't have time to make up a good lie. How about I pound the truth out of you?" Taker suggested in that eerily calm voice, stepping up closer and gently moving me out the way.

"Nah, I think I'll pass, Deadman," Batista said, then walked down the hall. Taker watched him until he disappeared from view. I could practically see the steam pouring from his ears.

"Now what was up with that little comment back in Randy's locker room?" Taker asked, turning his full attention to me.

"It was just a joke," I said honestly. "I didn't realize you were so sensitive to the name."

"Oh, you're doing wonders to my ego," he said. "First you want another man's name, and now you call me sensitive. And don't forget, last night you practically called me old."

I looked up into his eyes. They were back to normal, not as icy as they had gotten before.

"Do you honestly think I'd choose Batista over you?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

He looked down at me. "Well, he is younger and better-looking. He's more in shape, too."

"Oh bull shit, Mark," I said, pretending to be angry. It was hard to keep a straight face as I looked at his shocked expression. "You're full of it."

I was already all the way down the hall by the time he came out of his shock at my words and caught up with me.

"To what do I owe that outburst to?" he asked, scratching his head in his confusion.

"To all that bull shit you keep talking," I said simply.

"What did I tell you about your foul language the other night when we went out for dinner?" he asked, glaring at me. He couldn't help but smile, though.

"You said..." I remembered what he'd said and looked up at him. "Well you're not doing much to help my habit, dear."

"Oh, we'll see about that," he said, before leaning down to kiss me.

"Ugh, PDA," came a voice from behind us right as his lips brushed over mine.

We turned around to find Shawn and Brenda standing there.

"You guys totally can't talk," I said, as Taker's big hand traveled down to rest on my small waist.

"He's right, ya know?" Brenda pointed out to Shawn.

"Ah, whatever. So you guys gonna go out for lunch?" Shawn asked us.

"Maybe, why?" Taker asked suspiciously.

"We're having a picnic at the beach," Brenda said, "and we were wondering if you guys wanted to come with us?"

I looked at Taker. He looked back at me.

"The choice is yours," he said. "Everyone knows by now that you're the true master and I just follow where you lead," he joked.

"Sure, we'll go," I told them.

"Great. We'll meet you guys in the parking lot," Shawn said. "We can take my rental."

"As long as we're back by 3 o'clock," Taker said. "I have to wrestle tonight, you know?"

"You'll be back in time, you big ape," Shawn said.

"Ok then, you hairy little monkey," Taker shot back.

Brenda and I watched the two sparring verbally and couldn't help but smile. Then we went our separate ways, agreeing to meet up in the parking lot in roughly 10 minutes.

Somebody wondered what happened to Brenda... Well, here she is! More of her (and the rest) coming up in the next chapter!