Chapter 16

When I was 6 months, I was still traveling with Mark and the rest of the wrestling tour…I finally looked as though I had a basketball under my shit…but I was still kind of small. Mark would insist on me resting a lot while on the road cause the closer I got to my due date the more tired I got…I was sitting in the back for Raw…

Mark went out to smack someone in the ring around…when Triple H (Paul Levesque) came out and picked up Mark and threw him off the stage onto a table about 10 feet below. No one could figure out where Paul got that extra boost of energy to lift Mark above his head and toss him like a rag doll…I figure it was his adrenaline rushing him.

I was sitting next to Glenn when I saw it and jumped to my feet and said, "What the hell was that shit…that was not in the script…Glenn what the hell is going on?" Glenn said, "I don't have a clue…it wasn't in the script…what the hell is Paul doing?" We walked down to where they brought the wrestlers…and I was getting upset cause it was taking so long to get him on the stretcher to bring him back…Glenn said, "Samantha, stay calm…getting upset isn't good for the baby." I said, "I can't help it…he's my husband." Glenn said, "I know…sweetie they'll bring him back here in a minute."

When they finally wheeled him back…he was totally unconscious. Paul walked through the curtain and I said, "Have you completely lost your mind? That wasn't in the script you asshole." Paul said, "When the Deadman wakes up…Tell him I took his yard." As he walked away.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head…I couldn't believe he'd risk someone else's life on purpose just to go after getting Mark's most prized possession…his stance in saying the ring was his yard…by throwing Mark off the stage he showed he had more power then Undertaker…and he deserved to be the main eventer in the company more then Undertaker because he could even defend himself from Triple H. Paul was getting way too far into character.

I rode with Mark to the hospital and they took him to x-ray to see what was damaged and what wasn't…when they came back with all the films…I went into the room with the doctor and left Glenn and Jamie with Mark…By now they had a nanny on the tour who took care of Sami at night…so she was with the nanny at the hotel…

The doctor threw the films up on the viewer and shut the lights off…and he said, "We actually found two things…first he's got a really severe concussion…and there is some brain swelling…which should go down but it could take anywhere from a few days to a couple of weeks…and the second thing is this." He put up a second set of films and I said, "His hips…"

The doctor said, "I take it you knew he was having problems…" I said, "I knew and he was supposed to go see an orthopedic surgeon…but he pushed it off cause we got married and then I found out I was pregnant…and he said, that he'd take time off when I had the baby and he'd go see the doctor then."

The doctor sighed heavy and said, "He shouldn't have put it off…he's got 6 huge bone chips in his left hip and 2 in his right…You're husband isn't young anymore…anymore damage like this and it will take longer for him to recover…I'm not concerned as much about his right hip as I am about that left one…he's gonna need hip replacement surgery…but if he has it, he will not be able to wrestle anymore…I realize that he's unconscious…and we don't know when he's going to wake up…but I need you to make a big decision for him…He needs the hip replacement surgery as soon as possible…otherwise he might not be able to walk out of this hospital by himself…"

I close my eyes and swallowed hard…and tears just poured out of my eyes…

How in the world can I make that kind of decision for Mark?