CHAPTER FIVE
Raine was woken up at five in the morning, her body deliciously achy. Then she realized why it was aching and looked down, seeing Mark still lightly snoring on her pillow. Clapping a hand to her mouth, she repressed a groan. Punch, bad punch.
Though… she had to admit, that was one hell of a birthday present. The knocking resumed on the door and she crept over to peek out, opening it a sliver. "Hold on, Shawn. I slept through the alarm."
He nodded, looking none too worse for wear himself and waited. She came out five minutes later in a baggy sweat suit. "Cold?"
"Um, yeah." She lied, he didn't really need to see the love bites that seemed to cover her in places she couldn't remember Mark being.
Shawn just shrugged, leading the way down the hall.
***
Mark wasn't too thrilled when he woke up to find Raine was gone. Though it wasn't unexpected either. He used the bathroom to shower and change, not looking forward to the long day's drive, not alone anyway. He walked out of the room and right into David.
"Isn't that Raine's room?"
"Hell no." Mark snorted, rolling his eyes and slapped the man on the back. "I know she's with you Davey boy." Moron, he thought, walking away.
***
"More foundation!"
Michelle handed over another bottle, shaking her head. "You going to tell me who it was?"
"Nope." Raine said flatly, finally satisfied. "Can you see them?"
"Honey, it's just sex, nobody is going- no. I can't see them." She sighed when Raine shot her a look.
***
"Hey, Raine…" Paul raised an eyebrow when he seen up close, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "There's something different about you."
"Tell me about it, she was wearin' sweats this mornin' and it was like seventy degrees out." Shawn said, arms folded over his chest.
Sighing, Stephanie joined them in the doorway, reluctantly leaving her work just to see what they were going on about. "If you vultures don't lay off of her, I've got a punishment for each of you. Paul, no sex for a MONTH. Shawn, you won't get another title shot!"
They both gaped at her.
Smirking, she looped an arm around Raine and guided her off away. "Everything-"
"Please, don't ask." Raine begged, sighing in relief when Stephanie just nodded. She knew she adored the woman for a reason. "Oh shit." She groaned when she spotted David stalking towards them, not in the mood for his shit tonight.
"Hey, Rai." He greeted with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, knowing damn well what he'd seen that morning. "I have a quick question for you." When she raised an eyebrow -her way of telling him to continue- his eyes narrowed to slits, grabbing her upper arm roughly. "When were you going to tell me you were fucking Mark?"
Stephanie physically cringed when Paul and Shawn both fell silent, hearing them quickly closing the gap between them all. "David, let her go." She ordered, stepping in between him and Raine, breaking his hold on her. After ushering Raine into her office and shutting the door, she could only gawk. "You slept with Mark?!"
"I was drunk!" Raine bellowed, pushing past Steph to step right back out the door. Shawn was yelling to know what was going on, which got an eye roll from her. She nudged her way between him and David, promptly slapping the taste out of his mouth. "It's none of yer business WHO I sleep with. I'm not yer girlfriend so quit actin' like it!"
"You slept with Mark?"
"Damn it, Pops, I was drunk!"
"He was walking out of her hotel room this morning." David snarled, rubbing his throbbing cheek. He couldn't believe this. All the effort he had put in her and the whole time she was sleeping with… with a guy who was old enough to be her dad! He failed to recognize that fact also applied to him. "How long Raine?" He demanded.
"Just the once, HONEY." She spat, catching his hand before he could hit her. "Do that again and I'mma string you up by yer balls, Dave."
"Is THAT right?" HE snorted, folding his arms over his chest just so he wouldn't try again. "You know Raine, it's a damn shame you didn't give me a shot. We could've had a really good time together. But I guess you like old men, eh? How was the dick, Rai, huh? Was it old? Did he need Viagra?"
"Go to hell, Bitchtista, yer just pissed because I wasn't your slut." She snorted, mocking him by folding her own arms over her chest as well. She refused to back down, standing toe to toe with him now, though she was at a height disadvantage. "Everyone know when it comes to whores of the WWE you're the champ. So take your crabs and get to steppin'!"
Up to this point, Shawn had been in shock. Now he was ready to beat the tar out of Raine for being so stupid. Raising his hand, he took a step towards her.
"Shawn!" Stephanie blocked him, glaring. "You even think about it and you're fired!" She hissed, aware Raine hadn't even noticed but still. "She's a grown woman capable of making her own damn decisions, now stop treating her like a child! Paul, help!"
"What do you want me to do, Steph? It's his daughter." Paul raked a hand through his hair, his brown eyes wide as Raine got in David's face.
Shawn was still looking like he was going to knock his adopted kid around.
Sighing, he physically picked Shawn up, tossing the smaller man into a closet to cool down before returning to his place.
Stephanie's blue eyes turned to ice when she seen David looking ready to snap. "You lay one finger on her and you're fired, understand me?" She didn't even wait for his reply, just stormed into her office.
"You'd better watch your back, you little slut." David hissed, stalking off angrily.
Raine turned around when she heard Shawn burst out of the closet, trying to look him in the eyes but found she couldn't. Instead she just stared at the floor, scuffing her boot against the tile.
"It's your life." Shawn said in a monotone voice. "Ruin it if you want."
"He didn't mean it, Rai." Paul said as Shawn walked off, seeing the expression on her face. "He's just realizing you're not a little girl anymore. You'll see, he'll be annoying you again in no time."
***
Mark was busy wrapping his wrists with tape when Raine walked in, raising a slow eyebrow at her. "Hey darlin'." He murmured, seeing the pissed off expression on her face and idly wondered what had set her off. "Dave?"
"Nothin' I can't handle. Look… I wanted -" Raine exhaled heavily. "About last night, I just wanna make sure we're on the same page. It was a one time thing, okay? Nothin' more, nothin' less." She stared up at him, her green eyes still stormy from the confrontation with David. A smile crossed her face when Mark just nodded, patting his arm. "Great. Good luck with your match, Mark." She walked right back out. "Oh mah gawd…" She muttered, shaking away the nerves.
Mark rolled his eyes, wondering if Raine was in denial. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. An almost evil chuckle escaped his lips as he suddenly got an idea, walking out of the room.
***
"You're Mark's new valet." Stephanie informed Raine the next time she caught her, then walked away before Raine could explode.
"What-" Raine stared after her retreating back, frowning when Paul walked up. "The hell?"
"Mark." He said quietly, knowing his wife would probably kill him but decided the kid deserved to know. "Good luck." He patted her arm before heading off to get around for his own match.
Raine was quiet for the rest of the night, swapping out her green top for a black one, ignoring Mark when they had to go to the ring.
Mark figured she was pissed and left her alone.
Actually, Raine was more than pissed. She was beyond pissed. There wasn't a word to describe how angry she was right now. She bided her time, pacing his corner while he fought and finally grabbed his leg and tripped him. She had just jumped script. After he had been clobbered and pinned, she slid into the ring, hovering over him angrily. "Do NOT mess with my career, Callaway! I'm not a fuckin' valet, I'm here to wrestle!" She rolled right back out, storming backstage.
***
"You're fined, Raine!" Shane shouted as soon as she was backstage, shoving her against the wall. "You just completely fucked the storyline up!"
Stephanie rushed over, blue eyes wide and pushed him away from Raine. She couldn't stop the fine but she also couldn't let Shane get his ass handed to him by a woman, that would be to degrading. "Go cool off, NOW." She then turned to Raine. "I can't stop him from fining you, you did jump script. Sorry."
Shawn appeared, restraining Raine when she went to go after Shane. "I'll pay the fine." He said, glaring at the still standing there Shane. "She had every right to fuckin' go off. You guys just handed her over to Mark because he asked for it even though she already had a storyline. And as a VALET, she's a trained wrestler." He grunted, glancing at his daughter. "Rai, if you hit him, you'll lose your job."
Growling, Raine went limp in his grasp. "Shove me again McMahon and I'm shovin' back."
"Actually, we just didn't hand her over. She was eventually going to pair up with him to be the first ever man and woman tag team. We're having the belts made as we speak, we thought it'd be an interesting addition to the WWE." Stephanie said flatly. She cringed when Mark came stumbling through the curtains, blood trickling down his forehead. "Do you ever read your scripts?"
"What the HELL was that FOR?" He demanded, instantly heading for Raine.
Raine went to go off again but Shawn had clamped a firm hand over her mouth.
"Look, give her a break. We've seen her with a script and she's stiff so Shawn and I asked her not to look at them anymore. And Mark did ask-" Paul broke off under the look his wife was giving him and sighed, hands flying up in a defensive gesture, shutting up.
Raine was cursing a mile a minute behind Shawn's hand, looking like she'd love nothing more than to rip someone's throat out.
Shane just snorted, staring at her darkly.
***
"I'm doin' it, Shawn!" Raine yelled when she heard him behind her. Even though he had been on her side of the whole RAW fiasco, he was still a professional and as her trainer, he had put her on a new workout regime, knowing how much she hated long hours in the gym. Groaning, Raine kept running on the treadmill, knowing he made her do this one for stamina, though her legs felt like lead. Only one more mile to go, yea.
"Don't you think you're pushing her too hard?" Paul asked, watching Raine running as fast as she could, sweat drenching the back of her gray tee shirt. When Shawn just shook his head, he snorted. "You're a sick man, Michaels."
"Hit the showers, Raine!" Shawn ordered, shaking his own head when she let out a whoop and joined Paul at the weights. "She needs to learn to control her temper." He said, knowing that was the pot calling the kettle black but then again, he wasn't a rookie like she was either.
***
"You've got two seconds to get out of here, Michelle. I'm not in the mood." Mark said in a low voice, his back to her. He gritted his teeth when he felt her hands on his shoulders, shrugging her off. "I said no."
"Oh, so you can fuck Raine but not me?" She snapped angrily. "I thought we were getting back together, Mark?"
"Fat chance of that happenin'. Now get out of my dressing room and go play cat and mouse with someone else." He ignored her shocked expression, pushing her out the door and slammed it in her face.