Chapter 20

"GRAB HIM!"

All Mark had done was taken a step towards the damn monitor to make sure he wasn't seeing things when he found himself being tackled by half the locker room. "What the HELL?"

"You can't go out there!"

"No shit! I was going to watch on the MONITOR!"

"Don't let him up!" John squeaked, not wanting to die.

~!~

Michelle wasn't happy. She wasn't even wanting this match anymore. Jetta had gotten a reputation as the ULTIMATE bitch. Frowning, she made a 'bring it' gesture. If she got her ass handed to her, she was going to sue Vince!

Jetta brought it alright and kicked Michelle in the stomach, causing the bitch to double over in pain immediately. She didn't stop there as she proceeded to put the boots to her ribs, upper body, torso and especially her face. Jetta lifted her up by her blonde hair and delivered a brutal uppercut, sending her flying on her back with a sickening thud. Her arms were toned along with her legs and stomach, though that couldn't be seen right now.

No words were spoken as pure rage lit her blue eyes as Jetta lifted her up again, completely dominating the match and started delivering body shots and punches to her face, causing her nose to start bleeding. This would teach the bitch to go after something that didn't belong to her! Jetta felt Michelle shove her away and smirked wickedly before shoving her right back before taking her hand and whipping her across the ring. Jetta did a back flip and landed on her feet like a cat before elbowing Michelle in the collarbone hard, causing the woman to cry out in pain. She didn't stop before dragging her up by her hair again, staring into her eyes and bounced her off the ropes before delivering a hard, fierce dropkick that was beautifully executed.

~!~

Judging from the shouts and groans that came from the half of the locker room that wasn't holding him down, Mark had a feeling he was missing one hell of a match. "Let me up!" He bellowed.

"Promise not to kill us. Oh SHIT! I think McSlut's nose is broken!"

He had missed that?! Enraged, Mark got to his feet, sending his captors sliding to the floor.

~!~

Jetta began pounding as hard as she could on Michelle's back with her fist, the smacks echoing throughout the arena. She smiled with sick satisfaction and put Michelle's head between her arm before lifting her up, holding her there for a few seconds to let the blood rush to her head before dropping back, delivering a suplex. She immediately kicked up and dusted herself off, winking in the camera and mouthed 'this is for you Vinnie' before turning back to Michelle. She lifted Michelle up and delivered a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, hearing something snap, and shoved her away before hitting her in the face again. Michelle was begging and whimpering for her to stop, but that just fueled Jetta's rage even more. Snarling Jetta walked over and stepped through the middle rope, climbing the turnbuckle and waited, perched like a panther ready to strike its prey, licking her lips hungrily.

When Michelle managed to somehow pull herself up, Jetta delivered The Shotgun right to the back of Michelle's head, landing on her feet and ignored the crowd's explosion, finally deciding to pin the bitch. Putting a foot on her chest, Jetta pointed at the ref, sweat glistening her body as Mike Chioda smacked the mat three times and signaled the winner, raising her hand in victory. Jetta snatched it away and walked over, grabbing a microphone, and walked over as she kicked Michelle in the stomach.

"Next time, bitch, keep your hands off of things that DON'T belong to you. Oh and by the way, you JUST met your judgment." She threw the microphone down and back flipped out of the ring, stalking up the ramp way, and turned around as she bowed to the crowd with a smile before walking through the curtain.

"HOLY SHIT!" John backed away from Jetta, hands held up in the air. "I swear Mark came onto ME!"

The guy couldn't be serious for two seconds, could he? Mark just stared at Jetta, taking in her costume, her toned figure, her hair, everything. Considering she hadn't made an attempt to see or contact him at all during the past month, he had no idea where they stood.

"JETTA MARIE HOLLANDSWORTH!"

She physically cringed when she heard that voice and sighed as a three month pregnant Cayla came storming up to her, wiping sweat from her forehead. "Go ahead, say whatever you have to do get the anger out. It was worth it going away for a month, being trained, and coming back to beat that slut's ass into the next fucking century."

Cayla opened and closed her mouth before just clobbering Jetta with a tight hug, tears flowing from her eyes. "Next time call me." She whispered, slowly pulling back, and stared into Jetta's blue eyes. "My god look at you!"

"We'll talk later, right now I have some unfinished business to take care of." She walked away from her best friend and up to Vince, whose face looked like a giant tomato. "You not only have Mark to deal with now, Vinnie, but you have ME, the newest women wrestler, to deal with. Congratulations and thanks for being a pompous prick. I hope Linda takes you for every dime you're worth, you old worthless, no good bastard." Her voice was calm, cool and collected as she smirked wickedly. "Thought you got rid of me, eh? WRONG!" She stormed away from him, wiping sweat from her forehead.

Vince spun around to stare at his wife, who he had thought had come to her senses and was going to take him back. They had had such a romantic dinner too. "Linda?"

"My attorney will be contacting yours in the morning." She said sweetly.

Mark stepped into Jetta's path, staring down at her. "You were incredible darlin'." He said softly.

Just staring into his green eyes, Jetta forgot about everything that happened.

These past three months without him had been pure torture as she tossed the towel over her shoulder, let her guard down and pulled his face down to hers for a passionate, soul searing kiss. His lips felt wonderful against hers and slowly her heart began piecing together again. She knew what happened between him and Michelle wasn't his fault. She believed her cousin because Linda would never steer her wrong. Jetta felt Mark's hands slide down her back to cup her ass and smiled as he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, never breaking the kiss. She kissed him with every fiber of her being, every ounce of feeling inside of her, never wanting to let him go as long as there was a breath left in her body.

"I'm glad to see you too." He rumbled once the kiss was broken, offering her a crooked smile.

Glen clamped a hand over John's mouth before the kid could say anything, dragging him off to stuff him in a closet. "Yes, yes we know, it's a Kodiak moment, take your own advice and STFU, Cena."

Mark grinned, shaking his head.

"I missed you so much." She whispered, hugging him tightly around the neck, inhaling his scent as her eyes closed. Her fingers were in his hair since it was down, never wanting to let go of it before pulling back enough to stare into his beautiful emerald gems. When he opened his mouth, Jetta pressed a finger against his soft red lips, shaking her head. "Don't. You don't need to say anything. I know what happened and I don't fault you for any of it. I'm sorry I didn't contact you, but Linda told me I couldn't. We wanted it to be a total surprise when I came back. It was hell keeping you in the dark, Mark." She pressed her forehead against his, her hands on his muscular broad shoulders. "I did what I had to do."

"Why the hell did you run off on me without letting me explain?" He demanded, refusing to let her go. "Don't you know by now I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, Jetta?" Mark kissed her softly, not caring if a few Divas were going crooning off from the side. "I love you, darlin'."

"I don't know." She whispered, truly not understanding why she had, and sniffled as the tears filled her eyes upon hearing him say he loved her. That had pretty much been all she'd banked on for the past three months that he felt a sliver of what she did for him. "I just...I seen you two and fled. You have to remember you're my first relationship, Mark. What was I supposed to think?" She didn't give him time to answer and kissed him softly, cupping his face in her hands, pulling back as she rubbed her nose against his. "I love you too."

"Good and next time, let me get a word in." He growled playfully, rolling his eyes when she just stared at him. "You were supposed to think: He wouldn't cheat on me, he loves me. Though," Mark sighed, slowly setting her down, feeling her body sliding along his. "I never told you that before now so how were you to know?"

"Oh my god...Melina, hand me a tissue, girl." Glen said, wiping his eyes.

Sniffling herself, Melina passed over the box.

"I was hoping after going through all the trouble of getting me on the road with you, you'd feel something for me." She half joked, wiping her tears away and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly against her. Jetta looked behind her and raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side. "Wow, Glenie boy is crying."

"Do you BLAME him? You two were so damn stubborn admitting how you truly felt." Cayla sobbed as she walked over, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Should we make a run for it?"

"I wish I could, but I have a match shortly." Mark said, looking disgusted at the sight of the near seven-footer bawling like a bitch.

"I'm not crying! I have something in my eye..."

"Glen, your makeup is running..."

"I don't wear makeup..."

"Oh gross, then it's snot."

Jetta giggled softly as she nodded, turning to stare into his eyes, hers only for him and nobody else. "I need to go change out of my wrestling gear." She said, causing him to raise an eyebrow, and smacked his arm when he asked why. "Because I'm not going out of this arena, especially in public, in this outfit, that's why. Go kick ass in your match, then I'm all yours." She kissed him, this time deeper and more passionate, leaving both breathless when she pulled away and ran her hand down his chest, her eyes glinting evilly. "You'd better pray you survive, Deadman, because it's been three months and your ass belongs to me tonight." She walked past him and down the hallway, giggling.

Well that was kinky, unexpected and suddenly Mark was sporting one hellacious erection, thanking the almighty that his tights kept it in place. Painfully so, but in place. He could only hope and pray his dick didn't fall off from lack of circulation before she got to it. Groaning he went to get a bottle of water real quick before his match.

Jetta had taken a quick shower, deciding not to redo her makeup, and laid down on her couch. She was exhausted from her match and her muscles were aching something fierce. Still, it'd been worth it and she knew she was going to enjoy being a wrestler full-time. Of course, that would mean she would have to leave Tim's ring crew, but that was a sacrifice she was willing to make. Wrestling and doing the same thing Mark did would bring them closer together, not to mention get her frustration out whenever it surfaced. Closing her eyes, Jetta decided to take a small nap. She was out like a light in seconds.

Mark was eager for his match, knowing he needed to release some of this pent up energy and frustration before he went and found Jetta, said fuck the pay-per-view, and kidnapped her ass to the nearest place with a bed and...Not good. Sighing, he raked a hand through his wet hair, sighing in relief when it was time. He'd go out, kick some ass, and THEN go kidnap her.

~!~

"I'm so happy Jetta is back." Cayla was glowing, the smile returning to her face that hadn't been there for a solid three months. Her eyes were sparkling and she was currently leaning against her fiancé, sighing gently.

"Yeah, now let's see how long it takes them to fuck it up."

"Glen Thomas Jacobs!"

He cringed, sighing. "I'm sorry, that was wrong to say. I hope they do work out. Mark is good for Jetta and vice versa. I just hope her temper is under control."

"Believe me if it wasn't, Jetta would've killed Michelle when she saw Mark kissing her."

"Well she about damn did." Glen snorted, wrapping an arm around her, bending down to plant a kiss on the top of her head. "Shame Michelle will live to terrorize another day though." He had been assuming she'd be dead after that match, something HAD to be broken. Internal bleeding maybe. A guy could wish couldn't he? "Damn...Mark is in top form tonight." He winced, eyes on the screen as he watched his friend systematically beat down his opponent.