Getting the Picture

The next morning, I woke up to the sun's beautiful rays shining in on me. At first I wasn't sure why I was in the guest room until I sat up and saw that I was naked. I smiled and pulled the sheets up over myself as I climbed out of bed. As expected, Mark wasn't there so I went straight to the bathroom to get a shower. That smile never left my face as I stood under the water and washed myself from head to toe. There were a couple of bruises on the back of my thighs and of course some on my chest from Mark. Boy that man sure knew how to put it on a girl. I wasn't expecting my second time to be so amazing.

After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and went into my room to get dressed. Since I was going to Raw, I picked out one of my dad's shirts he had specially made for me. It was a short sleeve black t-shirt with a low v-neckline and the numbers "3:16" written across the front in white letters. I then slid into some blue jeans and blow-dried my hair. After all that, I went back to the guest room and pulled the sheets from the bed. I smiled to myself as Mark's cologne filled my nose as I took the sheets down to the basement. Once I got them in the dryer I went back upstairs to make myself some breakfast. I ended up making a quick bowl of cereal since I didn't really feel like cooking. I then took my bowl into the living room and sat down on the couch before turning on the TV.

"The WWF will be in town today for their annual Monday Night Raw viewing." Said the news reporter. "We were able to get an exclusive interview with the Big Show and the Undertaker this morning, in which they sent out a special warning to Vince McMahon."

I took a bite of my cereal as the tall men were shown on screen. The Undertaker wore an all black robe outlined in deep purple as he stood in front of the camera, partially blocking out the Big Show. The sight of those green eyes sent a bothersome chill down my spine. Did this man have to be staring at me?

"Vince and the rest of you men in the back, tonight…darkness will shroud the WWF if I don't get my return title shot against Stone Cold Steve Austin. For I plan to bring a gorgeous young woman into my ministry tonight if I don't get what I want. So be careful…because evil waits for no one."

More chills went down my spine as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and then stepped off screen. I was about to change the channel when my dad popped on the screen. I smiled as he took a hold of the microphone and sent the reporter packing.

"I don't give a damn what the Undertaker wants. As far as I'm concerned I'll whip his ass at any time and that's all I've got to say about that."

I giggled, loving how he always laid down the law. Once his segment was over I changed the channel and watched cartoons for a while. My mind kept drifting back to the night before making me giggle at random times. I wondered if he was home now. Maybe I could get a quick one in before the show…no. I needed to control myself. There was no way I could allow myself to let him in that easily next time…well…if there was a next time in the near future.

7 pm

"Serena! Would you please hurry it up already?" Shawn yelled from the bottom of the steps.

I sighed as I finished putting on my make-up. "Alright I'm coming! Goodness hold your horses."

"Well it's tough to get good parking, especially when you're riding in a limo like we are." He said.

I finished putting on my make-up and then headed to the steps. "Uh…why are we going in a limo?"

He glanced up at me as I made my way down the steps. "Oh…well…I figured since you are Stone Cold's daughter, it would be nice for you to arrive in style."

"Shawn! My dad isn't supposed to know that I'm coming remember?" I said.

He sighed, "Yeah I know, but don't you worry. I'm sure he won't be mad if I tell him I brought you there without you knowing you were even coming."

I sighed, "Yeah well my shirt my give that one away don't you think?"

"No. Just tell him you always wear it on nights he performs. He's never home with you to know that remember?"

I fell silent for a few seconds, "Oh…right."

"Now come on." He said as he grabbed my purse from the couch. "We've got a show to catch."

I smiled and followed him out onto my porch, locking my door tight before going to get in the limo.

"So, Mark told me you two had a nice night last night." Shawn said once we were headed down the road.

I sighed and tried to fight my smile but I knew I couldn't hide anything from him. "Yes we did."

He raised an eyebrow, "What did you two do that has you blushing."

I hid my face in my hands, "Nothing."

"Bulshit…I bet you two kissed and cuddled and kissed some more…"

I started laughing at his sarcasm. "Shut up Shawn! Yes we did kiss and that was all."

He folded his arms and glared at me, "Out with it Serena. I know more happened that you're not telling me about."

I bit my bottom lip and raked my hand threw my hair glaring in another direction. "Ok…so I wasn't that innocent last night…"

He gasped, "Serena, are you trying to tell me that you two had sex?"

I didn't look at him so he reached over and poked my side. "Serena!"

"What? I couldn't help myself! There was just something about him that made me melt right into his arms." I said.

"Yea and right out of your panties!" he said, making me giggle more. "Damn girl. That explains the small bruise on your chest…"

I gasped and pulled out my small mirror in my purse. "Oh my goodness!"

"What? It isn't that bad Serena, it is shaped like something though." He said.

I glanced at it curiously trying to see what he saw, but all I saw was a letter T and maybe a V or an X below it?

"Wow…it is shaped like something." I said as I gently touched it. "Gosh I hope my dad never sees this because he'll be so pissed."

He chuckled, "That is true but I don't think it's him you need to worry about tonight."

I glared at him, "What do you mean?"

He shrugged, "Hm? Oh, nothing…just ignore what I said."

"ok." I said as I turned my attention back out of the window.

A few short minutes later we got caught in traffic just up the street from the arena. I sighed in annoyance hating the traffic that was slowing me down from seeing my father perform. After a few seconds of waiting this chubby police officer came up to the driver's window.

"Is there a problem officer?" the driver said in a strange voice that made me cringe.

"Oh no," the officer said in an unusually squeaky voice. "But I do need you to take the alley if you're transporting someone important to tonight's show."

The driver nodded and did as the police officer said. As the limo rode past the officer, I got a good glimpse of what he looked like. He was not only chubby but his eyes were sunken as if he hadn't slept in ages, his skin was as white as snow, and an evil grin lurked on his face.

"Shawn…what's going on?" I asked.

He glanced at me, "Just sit still for now, soon you'll be where you need to be."

"Where I need to be? Shawn what are you talking about?" I asked as I glanced through the front glass and saw a tall heavyset man standing at the end of the alley. "Who is that?"

The limo came to a halt as fear began to grow in my heart. "um…Shawn…I don't think this is where the show is."

He laughed, "Of course it isn't, but this is where I hand you over to my boss."

I glanced over at him as he took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket.

"W-what are you doing? This isn't funny Shawn!" I screamed.

"You're right. It's all in fact….entertaining." he said before launching himself at me.

I screamed and kicked him in the chest before opening up the side door and tumbling out. As he came after me, I shut the door, hitting him square in the head before getting up.

"Hello Serena." Said the familiar voice of Mr. Wright.

I looked up at the front of the limo and saw to my horror…the Big Show standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. I backed up slowly realizing what was going on. How stupid could I be!

"Y-you…but why?" I asked.

He smirked and stepped towards me. "Oh Serena, your father owes The Undertaker a shot at that title…and you are going to help us get it."

I shook my head, "Us?"

Before I could react, the front door to the limo swung open and a leg dressed in all black stepped out. My eyes grew wider when the person fully stepped out and smirked at me.

Standing there with his long black hair framing the sides of his face and staring at me with the coldest green eyes was the Undertaker. My heart began to break as my eyes traced over the familiar tattoos that I had just touched the night before.

"Mark?" I asked as tears filled my eyes. "It can't be."

"But it is." He said as he began to walk towards me. "Thanks for last night…It gave me a good warm up for tonight."

A tear fell from my eye as they laughed together. I felt so stupid…how could I have not seen the resemblance! Was I blinded by passion? Or was it something else?

"What do you want with me?" I asked.

He smirked, "Well…I've already gotten one thing from you. Now all I need you to do is aid me in getting your father to give me a shot at his title."

I shook my head, "No."

He chuckled, "you hear that Show? She refused."

"Ah…bad luck for her." The Big Show said. "It looks like Paul there gets to use his favorite drug on you."

I looked around, unsure of what they were talking about until I heard someone behind me. When I turned around, I came face to face with that chubby police officer. He was flicking a needle and stepping closer to me.

"It looks like we're going to have to do some persuading of our own…right gentleman."

I shook my head and turned to run, but the Undertaker snatched me like lightening. He did have a good lock on my arms but my feet were free so I kicked him below the belt and he let go of me. Before I could go anywhere else, the Big show hoisted me up onto his shoulders.

"Ahhhh! Let me go!" I screamed before he dropped me into the trunk of the limo.

I glared up at him as the Undertaker reappeared next to him. "So you want to play games little girl?"

I chuckled, "I wasn't much of a little girl last night now was I?"

He smirked, "I can see that I'm going to have to do something about that mouth of yours."

"Oh go fuck yourself!" I screamed.

He looked at me sharply before backhanding me right across the face. I was knocked out instantly, letting them win this little battle.