NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own Kayla (Foxy Farah) and myself.
I was only a few feet away when Taker grabbed my arm and forced me to face him. He looked angry, livid. The Deadman was seething.
"You can't walk away from me!" he exclaimed.
"I think I just did," I said.
"I claimed you for mine the first time I kissed you," he said. "So by right, you belong to me."
"If I remember correctly, I kissed you first," I said. "And I don't belong to you in mind, body, or spirit."
"Does it really matter who kissed who first?" he asked, frustrated. "You're mine."
"I'm just your co-worker," I said. I looked at my watch. "And speaking of co-workers, you have a match in less than an hour."
"We gotta get ready," he said. He looked mad, but then all of a sudden he started grinning.
"What?" I asked.
"Just came up with a brilliant plan," he said mysteriously. "But I can't offer details."
The curiosity was killing me. "Tell me already!"
"Let's just say it deals with my match...and you," he said. "Just go with the flow."
"Looks like I have no choice," I said, and then I was whisked off to get my makeup done...
Five minutes before it was time for Taker's match, we met up together.
"You look hot," he said to me, observing my attire.
"What did you expect?" I asked.
"Oh, you're not gonna return the compliment, dear?"
"Suuure. You look hot," I said. It was the truth, but I said it in a way that made him believe I wasn't sincere.
Just then, Randy Orton and Kayla walked up, arm in arm.
"The Legend Killer has arrived," Randy said with a smile. "And my wonderful girl, Foxy Farah, is here to offer her undying support." He leaned down to give Kayla a kiss, then looked at Taker with a challenging expression on his face.
"Just go with the flow," Taker reminded me as he leaned down. "You know you want to, though."
The kiss was brief, yet by the end of it my anger was quickly dissipating.
"Ok, break it up already," Randy said with a scowl.
And then it was time for the match.
Randy and Foxy Farah made their entrance first. I peeked at them from behind the curtain where the audience couldn't see me and couldn't help smiling at the ease with which Kayla was handling the crowd. This was her first time out in front of so many people and I thought she would be as nervous as I had been... Guess not.
When Randy's music went off, the arena went deathly silent. I knew that it was time.
Taker looked down at me. "Ok, J, I know we had an argument earlier, but try not to let that affect our little act out there, ok?"
"Hey, I'm not a kid. I know how to act," I replied.
Loud bells started tolling. Once again, that was our cue. I was feeling nervous as hell, even more nervous than last time because this time the fans knew who I was. Maybe that should've made me less nervous but when I thought about what I had said in the interview... I had talked some serious smack about how I was going to make this huge impact and how my "seductive wrath" would be felt by anyone who stood in Taker's way... And now I had to start backing up my words.
"Remember to walk slow," Taker reminded me, and then we stepped through the curtains.
We went through the same little routine we had gone through last time with the heated looks. He bit my lip again, then took my hand and started walking slowly down the ramp.
"Look who it is! Lady Taker!" a ringside commentator announced. "She is looking hot tonight!"
"You're not lying, buddy," the other ringside commentator agreed.
After more kisses and the removal of his hat and duster, he handed me his WWE World Champion belt and asked me to hold it for him. Figuring it was my duty as his valet, I took the title and put it over my shoulder. I walked over to the corner of the ring. He followed me and held the ropes so I could step through. I was standing on the top step of the ringside stairs when he called my name.
"Hey, Lady Taker," Taker said in a low voice.
I turned around to face him, totally in character. "Yes, my dark lord?"
"Come a little closer," he instructed, leaning on the turnbuckle close to me.
I came a little closer. "What do you want?" I half-whispered.
He didn't answer. He just leaned down and kissed me again. When he pulled back, he gave me a little smirk. "You're mine."
I wanted to roll my eyes, but I knew my character wouldn't have a reason to roll her eyes at Taker so instead I gave him what I hoped came off as a devilish grin, and then made my way down the steps and to the side of the ring to watch the match.
The match was intense, but this was the usual for a Randy Orton/Undertaker match. Randy Orton was the self-proclaimed "Legend Killer". The Undertaker was a living legend with quite a unique legacy. Of course any time they were together they were going to put on an intense and athletic match.
As I stood by the ring, Randy started beating Taker. Soon he had Taker flat on his back in the middle of the ring from a particularly vicious RKO. He walked over to the corner of the ring and climbed up the turnbuckle, posing for the crowd. This was my cue.
I glanced over at Foxy Farah, then began to climb into the ring. She climbed up onto the ring apron to tell the referee that I was about to cheat. She and the referee got into a huge argument over the simple fact that he just would not turn around to see me obviously cheating for Taker. Sometimes they just do that. Sometimes, referees just don't feel like seeing things like that and choose to look away. It wasn't my fault...
I walked up behind Randy just as he was getting off the turnbuckle. Before he knew what was happening, I was kissing him like there was no tomorrow... And if I had my way, there really wouldn't be a tomorrow for Randy in the fans' eyes, once Taker got through with him...
"You're good at this," Randy said discreetly into my ear. He backed me into the corner, much like Batista had done the night before.
"I'm trying to be," I whispered discreetly back to him. "Ok, Taker's getting back up."
Taker came over and punched Randy in the back, giving me the chance to get out of the ring. I gladly took this chance and stood outside the ring, cheering Taker on and watching him begin to dominate the match.
All of a sudden, I felt strong arms wrap around me from behind. Whoever was behind me picked me up and literally threw me across their shoulder effortlessly.
"Hey! Let me go!" I exclaimed. This definitely wasn't a part of the script, so I didn't know what the hell was going on.
The person had no reply for me. He or she ran quickly away from the ring, headed in the direction of the backstage area.
"Taker! Help!" I called as I was basically kidnapped from ringside.
I caught a glimpse of Taker's eyes getting wide as he saw what was happening. And then I was backstage, still slung over this guy's shoulder like some kind of rag doll. I had concluded that it was a man from the very way that his body felt as he carried me lightly over his shoulder.
We reached a deserted room, dimly lit. The guy put me down. I turned around to face him, to see who my captor was, and couldn't help but ask the first thing that came to mind.
"What the hell is your problem, dude?"
"You are," he said simply. Then I felt a sharp, quick pain to the back of the head and everything went completely dark...
Sorry to disappoint. I know this chapter isn't quite as interesting as previous chapters. I do have plans for this story, things that I want to happen, but it just seems like I have writer's block or something. Not fun at all, I promise.