As Mark woke, he grumbled when he could feel the bed moving, confused as to what was going on. As he opened his eyes, he could not help but to grin when he found Brandy in the bed next to him, already dressed and bouncing on her knees as she watched him.
"Took you long enough to wake up, I've been doing this for five minutes now," she said as he rubbed his eyes, making him chuckle. "Morning," she added, and leaned down to kiss him before hopping out of the bed.
"Someone woke up on the bright side of the bed," he commented in an amused tone as he slowly got out of bed, stretching before standing up. "Are you excited about coming along?"
"I am! I'm also kind of nervous, though," she admitted, making the bed as he got dressed.
"Why?"
She shrugged. "It's a new thing for me, with lots of new people and new places. You know the unknown makes me uncomfortable."
Walking over to her, Mark took her in his arms as he kissed her. "I promise, I won't let anything happen to you. I've been doing this for a long time now, and I would never put you in harm's way."
Brandy smiled at this. "I know," she replied, and kissed him once more before pulling away. "My stuff is ready to go. Hurry up and finish packing, I got us breakfast we can eat on the way to the airport."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "You already left the house?"
"I couldn't sleep, I was too anxious." Mark laughed at this. "Go, go, you big oaf," she added, playfully pushing him towards the bathroom. "I am going to start bringing my things downstairs."
"So bossy," he teased, and finally did as she wanted, heading into the bathroom to gather his last minute toiletries. Truth be told, he was actually very excited to have her coming along. He loved her company, and could not wait for the adventures they were about to go on together. Just what was this new chapter going to bring them?
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As Brandy began to wake up, she immediately noticed the feeling of lips peppering kisses across her face, the tickle of a beard on her skin making her scrunch up her nose as she giggled.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you, sleepyhead?" Mark asked playfully, his lips finally finding hers as he chuckled.
Smiling, Brandy finally opened her eyes to look up at Mark, her smile quickly leaving her face when she saw him. "I..."
Mark smirked at her. "What?"
"I...you..." she tried to say, but was left speechless as she looked up at him. "...Your hair," she finally got out, and reaching up she touched his now shortly cut hair which was once more dyed black.
His smile widened as he helped her to a sitting position. "Should I take that has a positive reaction?" he asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"I...I think so," she admitted, making him laugh. "I mean...I just...what...why?"
He could not help but to laugh again at how flabbergasted she was. "I felt like a change, and there is a barber in town I always trust with my hair," he said with a small shrug. "Why? Do you not like it?"
"No, no, I do. You just...you look so different, that's all," Brandy commented, again running her hand through his hair. "I loved your long hair, but...I really like this look on you, too," she added with a smile, and leaning forward kissed him.
Mark groaned when she quickly deepened it, his hands tangling in her hair as he returned it with as much desire, and gave a small grunt of surprise when she suddenly moved to where she was straddling his lap. "You weren't kidding when you said you liked it," he said with a smirk, which quickly left his face when she grabbed him through his jeans. "Brandy...we...I have to be at the arena in thirty minutes," he tried to protest, when she suddenly pushed on him, forcing him to lie back.
"All the more reason to make it quick," she replied with a grin, and with a small giggle hopped up off of his lap.
Mark went to ask her what she was doing, when he saw she was wiggling out of her pants. Quickly following, he fumbled to undo his own jeans, pushing them down to his thighs before bringing his attention back to her. "Get your ass over here, now," he demanded, and she wasted no time in getting back on his lap. Mark gave himself a few quick strokes, getting himself fully hard for her. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, teasing her with the tip of his cock, and as soon as she nodded he pulled her down hard, impaling her on his thick cock.
"Shit," she cried out, bracing her hands on his chest as she immediately began to move her hips against him. There was nothing gentle about what was happening between them, their motions frantic as they raced to reach their climaxes.
"Get us there, ride my cock," Mark panted, his hips arching up desperately into hers. Leaning down, she kissed him heatedly, making him groan when she clenched around him as she did so. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum."
"Me too...me too..." she whimpered, and digging her nails into his chest she arched her back as she climaxed, feeling her squeeze him making him immediately join her. Finally, after a moment of remaining still Brandy collapsed onto his chest, and wrapping her up in his arms Mark kissed the top of her head before giving a sigh of content.
"Remind me to cut my hair more often," he quipped, making them both laugh, when his cell phone began to ring. Muttering a curse under his breath, Mark reached into his pocket, and reluctantly answered it. "Yeah?"
"Well hello to you too, fucker," Glenn stated, making Mark chuckle.
"What's up?"
"Where the hell are you?"
"I'm still at my hotel. Why?"
"Because you're normally here by now. You running late, or something?"
"No, I just...shit, why does it matter? Are you my momma, or something?"
Glenn was about to say something, when he heard Brandy ask, "Who is it, babe?"
"Ah, it all makes sense now. I forgot Brandy was coming along with you now," Glenn chuckled. "You couldn't wait until tonight to get your dick wet?"
"Fuck you, mind your own damn business."
Glenn laughed once more. "Hey man, I just wanted to make sure you were okay, now get your horny ass here."
"Yeah yeah, see you soon asshole," Mark chuckled, and hung up.
"Is everything okay?" Brandy asked, getting up on her elbows to look down at him.
Mark nodded, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "It was just Glenn, he was wondering where I was."
She frowned. "Why?"
"Because I usually get to the arena sooner than this."
"Oh...I'm sorry if I'm making you late," Brandy said quietly, looking down.
Mark took her face in his hands and kissed her. "No, baby, you're not. Don't be ridiculous, I'm still right on time. I wanted a little more alone time with you before heading there, that's all. It can be pretty crazy once we get there."
"How so?"
"Just a lot going on all at once. Lots of people, lots of moving around." Brandy simply nodded. "Now hop up, we really do need to get going," he added, and gave her one more kiss before giving her ass a light slap to get her to get up. As she redressed, on occasion glancing over at Mark as he straightened himself up, she found herself both excited and nervous as hell for what she was about to get herself into.
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Looking over at Brandy, Mark smirked when he saw the look of awe on her face as she glanced around. "What are you thinking?" he asked.
Brandy looked over at him. "It's so weird seeing this side of an arena, that's all," she commented. "You weren't kidding when you said there are a lot of people, though."
"I warned you...you doing okay?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
Smiling up at him, she nodded. "I'll be okay," she replied, and he gave a soft touch to her upper back.
"I have a quick meeting with Vince, and unfortunately I can't let you come along," Mark informed Brandy as they rounded a corner. "It shouldn't last long, though. If you keep going straight down that way, you should find my locker room, and all kinds of people. You think you'll be okay on your own?"
"I'm a big girl, Mark. I'll be okay," she reassured him, and he gave her a quick kiss before disappearing down another hall. Taking a deep breath, Brandy continued forward, noticing the noise and bustle of people growing louder. Thankfully, she came across his locker room before approaching where everyone else was, and was about to head inside, when her curiosity got the better of her, and shutting the door she made her way further down the hall. As she approached a more open area, it was here she was finally greeted to the entire roster, and all of the backstage crew diligently working on getting everything ready for that night's performance.
As she walked closer to the catering table, examining the food offered and contemplating if she wanted something to eat, she failed to see someone walk up behind her and yelped when a hand suddenly grabbed her ass. She spun around, her eyes wide, and found a man standing there, a wide grin on his face as he looked at her. "Hey sexy, you new here?" he asked, his gaze scanning over her in a non discreet manner.
"Y-yeah," she stammered, tightly crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Want me to show you around?" he asked, his gaze finally coming back to her face.
Brandy quickly shook her head. "No thank you, I think I'm okay."
"Come on, sexy, let me show you around. I'll make it fun, I promise."
"No, really, I'm okay," Brandy insisted, and went to back away when he suddenly grabbed her arm, making her yelp once more.
"Oh, I see. You're one of those stuck up bitches, huh?"
"You're hurting me," she whimpered, trying to pull her arm out of his grip.
Suddenly, a second hand gently but firmly grabbed her other arm, making him immediately let go, and she was quickly pulled behind a large figure. "Who the fuck do you think you are, putting your hands on my fiancée?" Mark growled, grabbing the guy by the collar of his shirt.
"I-I'm sorry, Taker, I didn't realize," the guy stammered, his face suddenly white as a ghost.
Mark simply glared down at him, before asking, "What's your name, you little shit?"
"S-Seth. Please, don't hurt me Taker, I'm really sorry," he begged.
Mark glanced back at Brandy, before looking back at Seth, and said in a low voice, "You better believe, Seth, I fully plan on telling Vince about this little incident. You just ended your career before it even had a chance to start." Giving a shove, making Seth fall backwards, he added, "And if I ever find out you've laid your hands on a woman again...I swear to God, I will rip your dick off and shove it down your throat. You understand me, boy?" Seth quickly nodded. "Now get the fuck out of my site, you little punk," Mark growled, and quickly Seth scrambled away. Bringing his attention back to Brandy, Mark could see she was visibly shaking, and immediately he softened. "Hey, you okay?" he asked softly, taking her face in his hands, and when she nodded he pulled her tight to him. Looking up, Mark could see there were numerous eyes on him, and asked loudly, "What the hell y'all looking at? Go on, this ain't no show."
As soon as everyone quickly went back to what they were doing, he gently pulled her back to look at her. "Thanks for being my bodyguard," she said with a weak smile, making him chuckle.
"I'm always happy to be your bodyguard," he replied, and kissed the top of her head.
"What's all the commotion?" a voice behind them commented, making the two of them turn around. A man as tall as Mark was standing there, looking between the two of them. Brandy immediately noticed what a handsome man he was, with luscious blonde hair and warm hazel eyes.
"Hey Kevin, how you been?" Mark asked, giving the man a warm hug.
"Just fine, man, and you?"
"Same ole shit."
Kevin chuckled at this, and brought his attention to Brandy. "Who's the little lady?"
Mark placed a hand on her shoulder. "Kevin, I'd like for you to meet my fiancée, Brandy. Brandy, this is Kevin Nash, one of my good friends in the business."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Brandy said with a smile, extending her hand to Kevin. However, he took her by surprise when he pulled her in for a hug, and made her squeak with surprise when he lifted her up off of her feet.
"Pleasure's all mine, sweetheart," he replied, and smiled at her once he put her back down. "So we finally get to meet your better half, huh?"
"Yeah, it's been a crazy time over the last year, but I finally convinced her to come with me."
"And here I thought you were making her up," Kevin teased, making Mark chuckle. "So what the hell was going on just now? I thought the kid that ran off was going to shit his pants."
"The little asshole was grabbing Brandy," Mark stated, anger at the incident still evident in his tone.
"What the fuck? Why?" Kevin asked, his gaze going to Brandy.
She shrugged. "He kept wanting to show me around the arena. I don't know why, I didn't even say anything to him. He just...all of a sudden grabbed my butt, and told me to come with him," Brandy explained, embarrassed by everything.
"Wait, he grabbed your ass too?" Mark asked, a frown settling on his face. Again, Brandy hesitantly nodded. "I swear to god, I am going to fucking kill him," he growled, the anger on his face and in his voice scaring her.
"I swear, I didn't do anything to provoke it. I really don't know why, out of all these people around here, he decided to bother me," she quickly added, worried his anger was partially aimed at her.
"Maybe because you're hot as hell?" Kevin spoke up, easing the tension of the situation and making her blush. "Not to mention, you're a new face, and some guys can act like dicks when it comes to new people, but I'd say it was mostly because you're hot."
"I disagree, but I guess if you say so," Brandy replied sheepishly as she looked down.
"Christ, is she always this modest?" Kevin asked Mark. "What bullshit you feeding her to make her that blind?"
"Hey, fuck you, man," Mark chuckled. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he kissed the top of her head before adding, "It's something we are working on."
Kevin simply smiled. "Well if you ever need help, I'm always happy to flirt with a gorgeous girl."
"You back the fuck off, Kevin," Mark warned, and they both laughed.
"I have to go talk to Vince, but come find me after the show so we can grab a drink and catch up."
"I've been wanting Brandy to get to know the guys I hang out with in the business, so that sounds great. I'll meet you out back afterwards."
Kevin once more smiled, and nodded. "I'll see you around, man. It's great getting to meet you, sweetheart."
"Yeah, you too," Brandy replied with a smile, and giving a small wave Kevin continued on his way. "He seems nice," she commented once he walked away.
"Yeah, Kevin is a real good guy. We've worked together for years, he's a great friend," Mark informed her, and gave her shoulders a squeeze. "Let's head to the locker room, I need to start getting ready."
Nodding, Brandy walked with him back down the hall, and to the room she previously came across. "Well hey stranger," Glenn said with a smile as he looked up from lacing his boots, and stood up to hug Brandy.
"Hey Glenn," she greeted him as she hugged him back tightly. "How is Teresa doing?"
"Just fine. She had a doctor's appointment this morning, and everything is looking great for both her and baby."
"That's great! Have you talked about what you want to have?"
"I'd like a boy, and of course she'd like a girl," Glenn stated, making the two of them chuckle. "Honestly, though, all we really care about is the baby being healthy." Brandy simply smiled at this. "So what do you think so far, of all of this?"
"Oh, it's...interesting, to say the least," Brandy replied, making Glenn chuckle.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means I'm wondering what the hell I got myself into," she commented, making both men laugh.
"Babe, I promise that isn't the norm for around here. I'm just going to have to keep a closer eye on you than I realized, because apparently you attract crazy," Mark replied, giving her a nudge as he added the last part teasingly.
Glenn frowned. "What do you mean? Did something happen?"
"Some kid tried to hit on her, that's all. Even went as far as to grab her. Luckily, I found them before he got very far," Mark explained, without realizing it pulling her tight to his side.
Again, Glenn frowned. "Who the fuck did that? We haven't had that kind of a problem in...hell, years."
"I didn't recognize him, but he said his name was Seth."
"Ah, one of the new guys. He started while you were gone. Yeah, he is a little shit, I can't stand him. What Vince saw in him, I don't know. The kid is dangerous in the ring, and not in a good way. He damn near almost broke Paul's neck last week during their match."
Mark simply shook his head. "Well, best believe Vince will be hearing about this, and I fully expect him to have that asshole gone before the end of the show," he stated as he placed his bag down on the table, and brought his attention back to Brandy. "I need to take a quick shower, don't leave the room without me, okay?" When she gave him a look, he added, "Don't start with me, woman. I ain't in the mood for your lip."
Unable to help herself, she smirked as she shook her head. "Yeah yeah, just go," she replied, and grinning he touched her cheek before disappearing into the shower room. "So who are you up against tonight?" Brandy asked Glenn, bringing her attention to him.
"It was supposed to be Shawn, but after his injury the other night I'm not sure if that is still the case. I'm about to go talk to Vince, so I'm sure he will let me know."
"Well whoever it is, I hope you have a good match."
Glenn smiled at her. "Thanks Brandy, I'll see you guys around," he replied, and gave her another quick hug before leaving the room.
Walking back over to the table, Brandy began to carefully get out Mark's in ring outfit, studying each piece before carefully spreading them out across the table. Just as she had the last item out, there was a sudden knock on the door, making her heart immediately begin to thud heavily in her chest. Hesitantly, she walked over to the door, and taking a deep breath she finally got herself to open it, surprised when she found a gorgeous brunette with pretty blue eyes standing there. "Yes?" Brandy asked.
The girl frowned, clearly taken back by Brandy being there. "I...I'm sorry, is this Taker's dressing room?" she asked, glancing at the other side of the door once more.
"It is."
"Is...Taker in there?"
"He is, but he is showering right now. Is there something I can help you with?"
The girl suddenly gave her a glance over, and took Brandy by surprise when she gave a small scoff. "I'm sorry, but...just who are you?"
Brandy could feel her temper flare at the girl's reaction. "I'm the one in his dressing room, unlike you," she shot back, and before anything else could be said she quickly shut the door in her face and locked it. When she turned back around she found Mark standing there in just a towel, drying his hair with a second towel as he raised an eyebrow at her.
"What was that?" he asked, tossing the second towel to the table as he stepped closer to her.
"I really don't feel very wanted here," Brandy commented, making him frown.
"What do you mean? What happened?"
"Some bitch was looking for you, and just...she acted like I wasn't even worthy to be in the same building as her, much less in this room with you."
"Who was it?"
"I don't know, and I don't care. Is everyone in the business fucked up in one way or another?"
"No, babe, they're not. I'm sorry you're meeting the bad apples first, but I promise most of the people I work with are great," Mark reassured her, and leaning down kissed her head.
"I just don't get why she was like that."
"She might have been jealous." When she looked at him with a confused expression, he added with a shrug, "I've been told the women around here like the way I look."
This made Brandy uneasy. "Is...that mutual?"
Mark gave her a look, and grabbing her hand held it up. "Did I put a ring on YOUR finger, or theirs? Am I engaged to YOU, or them?"
Brandy looked down. "I'm sorry...I just worry," she said quietly, feeling guilty for ever doubting him.
Running a hand through her hair, he replied, "You don't have to apologize, babe. I'm just pointing out the fact you are the one who caught my eye, not any of them." After a moment, she looked back up at him, a glint in her eyes as she did so, and took him by surprise when she tugged on the towel he was wearing. "What the hell-" he started to say as it fell to the floor, but his words died off when she knelt before him, one hand grabbing his thigh as the other immediately began stroking him. He went to say something, but found himself unable to form any words as his eyes drifted shut, his cock quickly growing hard from her touch. "God damnit, woman, can you not go five minutes without needing me to fuck you?" he finally managed to get out, his words making her giggle.
"Who said I want you to fuck me?" she stated, and suddenly giving a long swipe of her tongue along the underside of his thick shaft, her action making him give a small grunt of surprise as he leaned back to grasp the table.
"Then what do you think you're doing? Forcing me to go on TV with a massive erection?" he asked, his question teasing but his voice low with lust.
She once more giggled, and shook her head. "I just wanted to remind you who this cock belongs to," she replied, and before he could say anything else she took him down her throat, making him let out a throaty moan.
"It's yours, baby...fuck, it's yours," he groaned, his hand immediately tangling in her hair. His breathing growing heavy, he admired her talents as she used both her hand and mouth to pleasure him, and with just the right amount of suction she managed to quickly make him spiral higher and higher. "Brandy, I'm...I'm..." he panted, growing dangerously close, and as soon as her big eyes met his he clutched a fistful of her hair as he bit back his moan. Closing her eyes, she made quiet noises of approval as she swallowed every last drop he offered her, and as she felt him relax she let him fall from her mouth, their gazes once more locking as she licked her lips to ensure she got it all. Giving a small shake of his head, Mark closed his eyes as he let his head fall back. "I'm sending you back, having you come along was a bad idea," he commented as she stood back up, making her laugh.
"I don't believe that for a second," she playfully protested, grinning smugly at him.
When he finally looked back down at her, he smirked as he grabbed onto her waist. "Alright, you caught me, I don't actually mean it," he chuckled, and leaning down kissed her.
"Taker, Vince needs you!" a voice suddenly called out from the other side of the dressing room door, followed a few loud knocks.
Mark gave a low growl. "Give me five minutes, I'll come find him," he called back out to the person, and brought his attention back to Brandy. "Today is going to be a pretty busy one for me, so I won't really be able to show you around to everyone like I would like to before the show. I need you to stay in here for me, okay? I don't want anything happening to you."
"Mark-"
"Brandy, please...please don't fight me on this," he interrupted, and she could sense his concern by both his voice and expression. "I know I'm being a little overprotective, but...the last time I left you alone, I just.."
Reaching up, she touched his cheek. "I know, Mark. I know," she said quietly.
Gently grabbing her shoulders, he simply looked at her a moment before pulling her to his chest. "I promise I won't be like this forever, but...I just can't help it right now. It's still too soon after everything."
"I know," she said simply, holding onto him. "I just wanted to explore, that's all, but if I have to wait, I'll wait."
Mark thought for a moment, desperately wanting to give her what she wanted. It was such a small request. "I tell you what, I'll keep an eye out for Glenn, and if I can find him I'll see if he would be willing to show you around, maybe introduce you to some people. Does that sound okay?" he suggested, pulling her back to look down at her.
Brandy quickly nodded, making him smirk. "I'd be okay with Kevin, too...if you're okay with him, that is. He seems nice."
Leaning down, Mark kissed the top of her head. "I'll keep an eye out for him, too. Now let me get dressed, woman. I have a job to do."
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As the crowd cheered loudly, and Mark's theme song began to play, Stephanie could feel her stomach flutter with excitement at finally getting the chance to talk to him. After finding out his mysterious fiancee had left him, and then watching a parade of women go through the doors with him as he grieved his loss, she was finally getting her chance to get him alone and tell him how she felt.
As soon as the curtain parted, and he walked through it, there was cheer from everyone standing there as he walked through the people. When they made eye contact, he grinned at her, and Stephanie could not help but to smile back. "Hey Steph, it's good to see you," Mark greeted her, giving her a hug.
"It's good to have you back, Taker," she replied, hugging him back. "How was your time off?"
"It was nice, actually. From what I've been told, I didn't miss a whole lot around here."
"Other than a few new hires, not really." He simply nodded at her. "Listen, do you by chance have a second?"
"For what?"
"I just wanted to talk to you real quick."
"Want to walk with me to my dressing room?"
Stephanie could feel her face grow warm at this offer." Sure," she replied simply, smiling up at him, and heading around a corner the two of them started walking down a hall.
"So what's up?"
Stephanie suddenly found herself unsure of what to say. "Well..."
Mark glanced down at her with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"We're friends, right?"
"I like to think so, yeah."
"And we always look out for each other's best interest, right?"
"Well sure. What are you getting at?"
"I...look, I don't want to seem out of line, but...I'm not dumb, I've noticed how many women you've went through for a while now, and I get it. Having your heart broken is hard...but don't you think what you've been doing is only making it worse?" Mark remained silent, and Stephanie was not sure if this was a good or bad thing. 'You already started this – you have to keep going, now,' she told herself, and taking a deep breath continued, "I'm not trying to upset you, and I'm not trying to start shit. I'm sorry if it seems like I am. I just...I care a lot, and I want to see you happy. You deserve someone who is going to make you happy, and all those...those sluts aren't going to do it, because they don't see you for who you are, but I do. I see you, Mark, and I see what a good person you are."
Stopping in front of his dressing room door, Mark looked down at Stephanie and gave her a small smile. "Steph, I appreciate your concern, and I admit – I was acting a fool for a while, but I don't think you have anything to worry about anymore."
"No? Then why did I find some random girl in your dressing room earlier?"
Mark frowned. "What random girl?"
"Some short, dark haired girl. Said you were in the shower, or something, I don't remember."
Mark gave a low chuckle. "She ain't random, that's-" he started to say, when he looked over Stephanie's shoulder, and his entire face lit up as he smiled. "There's my girl," he commented as he stepped past Stephanie, and lifted someone up in his arms.
"You were amazing out there, Mark!" the girl gushed as she hugged him around the neck, making him laugh as she pressed kisses all over his cheek, and Stephanie frowned in confusion.
Mark smiled at her as he placed her back on her feet, and brought his attention back to Stephanie. "Steph, the 'random girl' you were referring to is my fiancee, Brandy. Brandy, this is Stephanie, a good friend of mine."
As soon as Brandy saw Stephanie, her smile left her face, and she looked at her for a moment before looking back up at Mark. "THIS is one of your friends?" she asked.
Mark frowned as he looked between the two of them. "Did I miss something, here?"
Internally yelling at herself to think fast, Stephanie cleared her throat before explaining to Mark, "We may not have gotten off on the best of terms earlier. I was a little snooty towards her, but from what I just explained to you, I think you can understand where I was coming from." Bringing her attention to Brandy, Stephanie forced herself to extend her hand as she added, "I'm so sorry, that's not how I normally am, and I hope we can start fresh? I promise I'm not a bitch."
Brandy looked at her with a critical eye, before glancing up at Mark. "I may have been a bit of a...'playboy'...during our little...hiatus, if that's what you want to call it. Steph saw that. When she saw you, she thought you were another...'victim', so to speak," Mark explained.
Brandy looked back at Stephanie, and finally accepted her extended hand. "I guess I can respect that," she finally said as she shook Stephanie's hand. "I appreciate you looking out for him."
Stephanie forced a smile. "Of course, he's a great guy," she replied, using all her willpower to remain civil.
"He sure is," Brandy commented with a smile as she leaned into Mark, the site of them making Stephanie want to pull Brandy's hair from her head.
"Well, I won't keep you guys, I mainly just wanted to say hi to Taker since I hadn't seen him in a while. It's really great meeting you, Brandy, I hope I get to see you around more now."
"That's the plan," Brandy replied, and Stephanie forced a laugh before giving a small wave and walking away from them. "I guess she doesn't seem so bad," Brandy commented to Mark once she was gone, looking up at him.
"She really is a great girl, Steph is one of my favorites in the business. We've been pretty close since I first started with the company."
Brandy raised an eyebrow at him. "Do I have to worry about some competition with her?" she asked, partially teasing, but also partially serious.
Taking her face in his hands, Mark leaned down to kiss her. "There's no competition when it comes to you, babe," he reassured her in a quiet voice, and shared a smile with her before the two of them headed into the locker room to gather their things. If only they knew the truth...
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"I'm going to kill her. I swear to god, Tory, I am going to kill the bitch," Stephanie threatened as she paced the hotel room. "This was supposed to be MY time, MY chance to finally get him, and what does the bitch do? Come crawling back to him like the pathetic excuse of a human she is. What's worse is, he actually took her back! Like...what the fuck? Does she have a pussy made of gold, or something?"
The busty blonde lounging on the bed looked up at Stephanie from the red nailed manicure on her hands she had been examining. "Steph, she isn't worth the worry. Have you seen her? Like...really? Look at her, and then look at you. He probably took her back because he feels sorry for her. Who is going to actually want her? Like, seriously. She is nothing compared to you."
"Normally, I would agree with you, but for whatever reason she obviously has some kind of hold on him. Why, I don't know. She's boring looking as hell, and is probably a dead fish in bed."
Tory laughed at Stephanie's comment. "I don't know, Steph, I've heard Taker can be pretty wild in bed, so she must somehow keep up. Maybe she takes it in the ass, or something."
"You aren't helping!" Stephanie complained, and threw a pillow at Tory. Laughing, she caught it and tossed it to the side. "Not getting my way is torture, I'm not used to this," Stephanie added with a whine, flopping down onto the bed.
"Well, you might have to work for something this time." Stephanie looked over, and gave Tory a look. "Don't act like things aren't handed to you, bitch. Have you seen your father?" Unable to help herself, Stephanie smirked at this. "Seriously, though, you obviously have it bad for Taker. How he hasn't caught on, I have no clue. I thought for sure you'd get to fuck his brains out when he was going through his manwhore stage."
"I thought if I acted like a good friend, it would happen," Stephanie grumbled with a pout. "Obviously, I was wrong."
"Well, it's time to quit whining about this problem, and actually do something about it," Tory stated, and quickly sat up.
Stephanie looked back over at her friend. "What am I supposed to do?"
"That is what we are going to figure out," Tory replied, and reaching into her pocket pulled out a small baggie of a white substance. "How about an upper to get our brains going?"
Stephanie grinned. "I like the way you think," she commented, and sat up while Tory grabbed what they needed for a long night of planning their sabotage...