Hi, here's the third chapter of my story, sorry it took so long to post it... enjoy!

Chapter 3

Present day

Finally the day has come. Angela as well as some of the Jackals are wrestling fans and today there was a WWE show in town. They were gonna go there, they had ringside seats. Angela couldn't wait to see the action up close. And most of all, she couldn't wait to see her absolute favorite wrestler, The Undertaker. She really liked his wrestling skills and his character.

Before she could go and enjoy the show, she had to get thru the day at the bar. It was easier said than done. There were a lot of people there the whole day. Drunken bikers hassling with the waitresses. Angela had a really hard time not to knock out some of the guys.

Finally it was time that Angela could go home and get ready for the show later that evening.

At home Angela quickly ate some leftovers from the fridge and went to take a shower. While she was at the shower, Johnny and some of the other guys came. They were all going to the arena together. After the shower Angela got dressed quicker than ever. She was wearing black leather pants and a belt with big silver skull buckle. She also had a black top that had Harley Davidson logo on it. Then Angela put on some make-up. Then she put on black leather wrist bands on both wrists and had all those big rings on her fingers. Finally she put on her black biker boots, grabbed her leather jacket from the chair and headed to the living room where everybody was waiting.

"So, everybody ready to roll?" Johnny asked everybody, but pointed the question to Angela.

"Sorry, I don't have a watch." Angela said giving Johnny a cold glance and went out the front door.

"Ok, let's roll!" Johnny yelled. "What the hell was that?" he thought to himself about Angela's behavior.

They all got out and jumped on their Harleys and drove off to the arena. Johnny led the crew and right behind him was Angela and Big-Mack and 7 other Jackals.

When they got to the arena, they went in and found their seats. They had the ringside seats. Angela sat right in front of the steel steps that the wrestlers climb in to the ring.

"The best seats in the house baby, huh." Johnny said to Angela when they had seated.

"Yeah." was all she could say, she couldn't wait for the action to start.

When the show started, the matches went on great. First there was a cruiserweight match. Angela just couldn't believe how those guys could move so beautifully. The moves were so fast and so acrobatic. She didn't care who won the match, she just loved the moves.

Then there was a match that made all the guys absolutely crazy: a bra and panties match between Torrie Wilson and Miss Jackie. All the guys were whistling and shouting at the two divas. Angela couldn't care less.

When Miss Jackie ripped off Torrie's top and waved it in the air, the guys got even crazier. Then Jackie threw the top into the audience and who else caught it but Johnny. He was so excited and he buried his face to the top and shouted something to the divas. Angela couldn't believe Johnny's behavior. He was shouting all these sexual things to those women and acting like Angela wasn't even there. She hit Johnny's arm with her elbow and gave him a look that said "what the fuck are you doing?".

"Oh, hey just enjoying the show. You should do it too, these tickets weren't cheap." he just said and kept on whistling and shouting.

Without thinking, Angela stood up and said to Johnny: "Go to hell." and left the arena. He didn't even notice she was gone until the divas were gone and the next match was about to start.

"Hey, where the hell Angela's gone?" he said to Big-Mack who sat next to him.

"I don't know." Mack said. "Maybe she went to the toilet or something."

"Yeah, maybe." Johnny said and didn't think of her anymore 'cause the last match of the night started.

In the mean time, Angela was back home. She was so mad she didn't know what to do. She just wanted to scream. All the thoughts and memories of Johnny cheating on her came rushing into her mind. She couldn't believe that he didn't care about her the way she thought he did, or that he didn't care about her the way she cared about him. She had had one boyfriend before Johnny, but she had never cared about anyone like she cared about Johnny.

Then her anger turned into sadness, 'cause she realized she had stormed off the arena before she saw her favorite wrestler, The Undertaker.

"You stupid idiot!" she yelled and kicked herself mentally for being so stupid to leave the arena.

"Oh shit." she said and went out the front door, got on her bike and drove to her own special place.

She just sat there and looked down at the valley. It was getting dark and she started to look at the stars.

"Okay, I'm gonna go home and talk everything clear with Johnny and see what's gonna happen." she thought to herself and started her bike and drove back home.

When she came home, there was nobody there. She looked a t the clock on the kitchen wall.

"The show ended a couple of hours ago." she thought. "Guess they went to the bar straight away." she said and headed to the bar herself.

She stepped into the bar and stopped dead at the doorway. For a split second she stood there surprised and then she turned around and left the bar. Angela got on her bike and drove off.

She was just driving around when she noticed she was at the other side of the town. She saw a bar she'd never been into. There were a couple of Harleys parked outside and she thought it would be a good place to get something to calm her down. She went in and walked straight to the bar and gave her order to the bartender. "A shot of Jack and a beer."

The bartender gave her a questioning look, but gave her the drinks. She drank the whisky all at once and started sipping the beer looking down trying to erase the image she had just seen.

When she went in to Tommy's bar, she saw Johnny kissing that skank Monica while carrying her at the back of the bar. You don't need to be a genius to figure out what they were gonna do there.

Angela ordered another shot of whisky. Her plan was to get so drunk she wouldn't remember anything that had happened. She didn't know that someone in the bar had been watching her since she walked in and he wasn't going to let her get wasted.

The bartender also was getting worried about Angela and her drinking.

"Is everything alright?" he asked her.

"Oh just peachy." she said dryly. "You just mind your own business and keep them drinks coming." Angela said harshly and gave him an ice-cold glance.

"Okay, just asking." the bartender said and lifted his hands up as in 'I give up'.

After Angela finished her third beer, a dark figure walked towards her. Before she could order another one, the man behind her said: "Why don't you tell me what's wrong, before getting any more drinks?"

"Oh get lost." Angela said without even looking at the man.

"Well, that wasn't very nice." the man said with a low but soft voice and a little smile.

"Well, I'm not a nice person." Angela replied. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll leave me the hell alone."

"I know one thing, and it's that if a beautiful woman is sitting in a bar, drinking, alone, that means something's wrong." he replied.

"Oh, so you do this kind of thing often then?" she said and turned to face the man.

When she saw his face, her sarcastic smile turned into a disbelieve and a sudden desire to become invisible.

The man facing her had black long hair, a bandana on his head and the most amazing green eyes Angela had ever seen. The man was wearing a black shirt, black leather pants and a black leather coat. She knew who he was, The Undertaker.

"Oh shit." she said, eyes still wide open and her jaw dropped. Then she told the bartender to give her another beer, fast.

"No, wait." the man said to the bartender, looking still at the Angela. "Are you okay?" he asked Angela.

"Yeah, krhm… " she cleared her throat. "Why?" she asked trying to sound casual.

"You just looked like you saw a ghost or something. Oh, and the drinking." the man said with a teasing smirk

Angela slapped his arm, rolled her eyes and gave a sigh.

"Hey!" he said and rubbed his arm trying to look hurt and failing.

"I told you, if you know what's good for you, you'll leave me alone." Angela said with a little smile.

"I think the last thing anyone should do now, is to leave you alone." he said seriously, looking straight into Angela's icy-blue eyes.

She was just about to say something, but he cut her off.

"By the way, I'm Mark." he said offering his hand.

Angela blushed, something that had never happened before, and looked down and said: "Yeah I know." Then she looked up again and said: "Look, I'm sorry what I s…"

"It's okay." he said cutting her off. "What's your name?" he asked.

"I'm Angela." she replied.

"A beautiful name to a beautiful woman. Nice to meet you Angela." Mark said.

"Yeah, you too." Angela said and shook his hand and rolled her eyes on his comment.

"What? It's true." he said honestly.

"Yeah, what ever." she said dryly.

He knew there was no point to go on with that, so he changed the subject.

"So, you know me, huh?" Mark asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, I watch wrestling. You are actually my favorite wrestler." she said and cringed "Why did I say that?" she thought to herself.

"Oh really?" he asked somewhat surprised.

"Yes, I like your style and your character is the best." she said.

"Okay, thanks." Mark said. "So, were you at the show earlier? Did you see my match? I won you know." he said smirking.

"Yeah, we were at the show…" she started answering and then the ugly images of the earlier events came back to her. She looked down and fought back the tears forming in her eyes. "I'm not gonna cry because of you." she thought to herself. "You little bastard." she said quietly, but loud enough for Mark to hear she said something.

"Hey, what's the matter? Are you alright?" he asked concerned.

She was still looking down and Mark turned her head to face his. He saw the tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" he asked looking worried.

Angela cleared her throat and said: "No, I didn't see your match. But congratulations since you won."

"Thanks. How come you didn't see my match?" Mark asked.

Angela just sighed not wanting to answer.

"Oh come on, tell me my Angel." Mark said

"Angel?" Angela thought to herself. "Okay, I didn't see your match 'cause I left the arena before it." Angela said knowing that she'd have to give him the whole story.

"Why?" Mark asked.

Before Angela could realize it, the words started rolling out of her mouth and she told Mark everything that had happened that night.

"Oh what a worthless piece of shit." Mark growled. He was getting really angry for this guy. "What's wrong with this guy? He has this beautiful woman but he treats her like shit." he thought to himself.

"I know I overreacted at the arena, it was stupid of me to leave, but I just couldn't take it anymore." Angela said.

"Now, I don't think that was stupid at all. You shouldn't be treated like that." Mark said feeling sad for what has happened to her.

All of a sudden she just said: "I have to go." And she got up from the barstool, but she staggered and Mark caught her.

"Wow, take it easy." Mark said when he caught her. "Let me walk you outside." he said to her and then told the bartender to call a cab.

"I have my bike…" Angela started to explain that she doesn't need a cab.

"Well, you can leave it here. You can't drive in that condition." Mark said firmly.

Angela was going to say that she was fine, but she saw the firm look on Mark's face so she gave up.

"I'll just check that it's ok." she said. "You wanna see it?" she asked Mark.

"Sure." he answered and they went to see the bike.

"Wow, it's a beauty." Mark said in awe.

"Yeah, and runs like a dream." Angela said proudly.

"Oh, there's the cab." Mark said, not wanting let Angela go.

They walked over to the cab and she opened the back door and she was about to get in, when she turned to Mark and said: "Mark, I…I don't have a place to go. I can't go home…"

Mark's heart was breaking when he saw the look in her eyes when she said that. They were so full of sadness and confusion.

"Get in. We'll go to my hotel. Ok?" Mark said.

Angela nodded and went in the cab. Mark gave the driver the name of his hotel and they drove off.

Suddenly Angela jumped and said to Mark: "I don't have any money to stay at a hotel."

"Angel, you don't need money. You're staying with me. I told you I'm not gonna leave you alone." Mark said softly caressing her face with his fingers. "If it's okay with you?" he asked Angela.

"I guess it has to be." she said indifferently.