NSB – LMAO…Nookie can't cure everything…Though…it would be nice if it could!
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Chapter 9A few weeks later, it was the last day of my tour…I was standing on stage saying my thanks to the fans and could see Mark standing just off stage with his arms folded across his chest…He looked good in his levis, boots, and black Deadman Inc T-shirt…his old wrestling logo…it was cute in a morbid kind of way…with his baseball cap pulled down…his double shoulder gun holders which held two 9 millimeters…fully loaded…Damn he looked like a God…well a fully protecting God.
It was a particularly rainy night in Detroit, Michigan…why does bad shit always happen on rainy nights? I walked off stage and my assistant Tammy handed me a towel…2 hours of running around stage does get a little wet…and sweaty…I looked up at Mark and said, "I'm going to take a really, super quick shower…because I refuse to get in any vehicle while I stink…" Mark smirked and said, "Go ahead, I'm gonna make sure every one makes it out of the building…and then I'll check with the other security guys about seeing or hearing anything…I have my phone with me…here's yours." He handed me my Nextel phone. I nodded and Mark took off down the hallway…
When he was half way gone, I two wayed him with, "Hey Mark." He said, "Yea?" I said, "You're old wrestling logo…Deadman Inc." He said, "Yea, what about it?" I said, "You should use that as the name of the security business you have…" Mark said, "Why would I do that?" I said, "Well…think about it…Deadman Inc…that's kind of morbid…would you want to fuck with some guy who was 6'10" and 300 plus pounds who had Deadman Inc written across his chest? It'd scare the shit out of me." Mark turned around and looked at me and I smiled…Mark shock his head no and walked down the hall and I could hear him laughing.
I went in and took a shower…when I walked out of the shower I had gotten dressed and didn't even notice behind me…until I looked in the mirror…I turned around and there was Polaroid pictures of me all over the wall…it covered the wall from top to bottom…ones of me in the shower, in my hotel room, when I'm on the planes, getting into rental cars, tons from the concert I just got done doing and one of me just in the shower…then they had red spray paint all over them…then there were several mannequins placed all over the room a couple hanging from the ceiling all with their throats cut…with fake blood…and there was a sign on one that said 'I'm closer then you think…I can get to you when ever I want to bitch.'…
I grabbed my Nextel and walked out of the dressing room…I needed to find Mark…and I couldn't get through to his Nextel…I pushed the button several times…and nothing, which means he was probably on it or there was something interfering with the frequency…I started asking around for Mark…and every one said he was up in the lobby talking with the security guys. There was a little hidden hallway that singers used to get to the lobby to get water or whatever without being seen.
I went through the door and walked up the ramps and was about to get to the last one when the lights in the hidden hallway went out…I decided to continue up and I could hit the light switch on the way out and turn the light back on…because there were several steps up, I got on my hands and knees and crawled fast as I could…I ran into two big feet…and I said, "Mark…I hope that's not you fucking with me." I could hear who ever it was bend down and get in my face…I could smell the cologne…and his hot breath on my cheek…and he said, "It's not Mark, you stupid bitch." My eyes nearly popped out of my head…
I started to move when I felt a sharp ass pain in my right hand…I felt around with the other one…and there was a knife sticking through my hand and had it pinned to the wooden floor beneath me…I knew it was going to hurt, but I pulled the knife out and threw it towards the voice and turning around and stood up…My eyes had finally gotten acclimated to the darkness…and I took off…I could see the steps on the way down…which helped me get out of there faster…
When I got to the bottom, I went to tear the door open when he grabbed me around the waist and throat…I moved around and kneed him in the balls and then punched him in the face as hard as I could…I couldn't see his face, he was wearing a Halloween mask…Of all things…naturally if he was trying to scare me…he was doing a pretty damn good job…As soon as he went down I tore out of the room…and was running through the halls looking for Mark…or even one of the crew members…