Chapter 30

"The Undertaker is going to have a valet?" Mark snorted, glancing at Jetta. "Please don't take offense to this darlin' because I'm not trying to put you down." He said softly, then unleashed his anger on the McMahon wenches. "After all these years, you're going to stick me with a valet and, please, make the reason REALLY good. Jetta could hold her own in a feud with that...thing without sticking her as a valet." He couldn't believe this shit, they were really going to torment both him and Jetta with Michelle? "You realize Jetta's likely to kill her, right?" He had to smirk at that.

Linda sighed heavily and knew she would have to be play hardball. "Mark, wasn't it you who recently said you needed a little spice added to your character?" She asked, her tone friendly, but also even, seeing his green eyes narrow slightly. "That's what I thought. Jetta won't be with Undertaker very long, just enough to get the feud rolling with her and Michelle. Not to mention," Linda was smirking wickedly now. "You deserve a little...retribution for what she did to you, Mark. What would you say if you could choke slam her or tombstone her without any consequences involved?" When his eyes suddenly lit up, Linda smiled and nodded. "It's done. The angle will begin tonight. Jetta, you're going to need to match him obviously since you'll be accompanying him to ringside for his match against Randy tonight. Michelle will be with him."

Jetta cracked her knuckles and didn't even say a word, just stalked out, slamming the door so hard the window on it rattled slightly, heading to wardrobe, not believing this shit.

"Two things, Linda." Mark said his tone just as friendly as hers, though his eyes were pure acid. "When I said spice, I didn't mean an accessory. And if Michelle so much as LOOKS at Jetta wrong, you can throw all the consequences you want at me, but I'll put her scrawny ass THROUGH the ring." He nodded at Stephanie before walking out, the door slamming shut behind him as well.

"That, um, went well." Stephanie coughed awkwardly.

"I honestly didn't expect anything less from either of them." Linda admitted quietly, sighing, and rubbed her temples with her fingers. "This really is what's best for the company though. I hope both of them understand that."

Stephanie decided now wasn't the time to tell her mother what an incredibly STUPID decision this was and shuffled papers on her desk.

Jetta looked through wardrobe and smirked, finding the perfect outfit to wear, deciding maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. She took the top and her black leather pants before going to change in her dressing room. The top was just like the one she had on at Sturgis, except it was a deep purple tube top with black mesh over it, the strings that hung down from the bottom of her breasts to her waist completely black. She pulled her black leather pants on along with her wrestling boots and black fingerless gloves before going to Janet to get her hair done.

"No streaks." She stated with a smile, wanting her honey locks back to normal, and closed her eyes as the woman got to work.

"The streaks looked good though." Randy said, walking by, and paused to smile when Jetta's eyes flew open. "Have you heard about the feud yet?" He smiled apologetically. "I tried telling Steph that it wasn't that brilliant an idea, but..." He made a face. "And who they stuck me with." Sighing, he rubbed a hand over his short hair. "Sorry you got stuck with this, Jets. But...it'll be nice working with you and Mark."

"That's okay, Randy. Not your fault. The streaks are nice and everything, but I..." When Janet asked if she wanted purple ones, Jetta's eyes lit up and knew that would look good for the outfit she picked out tonight. "Fine, I'm caving in this LAST time." She grumbled good-naturedly, causing Randy to laugh, and shook her head with a roll of her eyes. "I'm sorry you have to get caught up in all this damn drama I thought I laid to rest over a year ago, Randy. I'll make sure Mark doesn't hurt you too badly, though you can hold your own." She winked with a smile.

"God, I hope so. Last feud they stuck me in with him he beat my ass to hell and back." Randy said with a good-natured smile. "Hear anything from Cayla?"

"Yeah, she and Kaners are working on triplets now!" John said, skidding to a halt before he collided with his friend. "I've been looking for you. Jets, you look hot, wanna choke my chicken?"

"It's RUBBER."

"Better protection." John held up the chicken.

Jetta was laughing too hard to respond at the moment, causing Janet to growl at the two men.

"If you keep making her laugh I'm going to screw these streaks up and make her have a FULL head of purple hair!"

Jetta immediately stopped laughing and shook her head as John dropped a kiss on her forehead, rolling her eyes. "You do realize that if Mark catches you doing that, he'll have your balls for a snack right?" She laughed when Randy cringed, pursing his lips tightly together. It was good to be back, especially with Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. The Dum of course being John. "And no, I haven't heard anything from Cayla, but I'm sure she's having a great honeymoon." Jetta grinned at Randy, knowing he missed having his buddy to hang out with. Cayla was like a little sister to him.

John was still puzzling over what she had said. "Let me get this straight-"

"John, whatever you're going to say, think about it. Do you really want to go there?" Randy asked, sounding both amused and exasperated, folding his arms over his chest.

"I have thought about it, which is why I gotta speak up. Jetta, tell Mark I'm not interested. I'm sure as far as men go, he's good looking and all that, but I don't swing for that team."

"You're saying the UNDERTAKER is gay?"

"She said he would have my balls for a SNACK!"

Jetta was laughing so hard, tears were forming in her eyes and Janet kept swatting at her to settle down, holding her stomach with her hands. "I ASSURE both of you that man is NOT gay in any way, shape or form." She stated when she finally calmed down, a smirk on her lips. "I will rephrase what I said then, Johnny boy." She snorted, rolling her eyes. "If he catches you kissing me ANYWHERE, no matter if it's friendly or not, he'll have YOU for dinner and use whatever remains is left as a damn toothpick."

Janet was now laughing.

"Hey, as long as he's not fucking me, alive or dead, I could give a damn less." John said cheerfully, ignoring Randy who was tapping his shoulder. "Go smoke by yourself, man."

"Uh, John?"

"Seriously, dude, I'm busy here."

"John?"

"RANDY GO FUCK MAR- Hey Mark!"

"Hey honey." Jetta greeted with a smile while Janet finished with her streaks as far as putting the solution in. She used tinfoil, Jetta seriously loved the woman and hugged her before winking at Mark. "Come on Randy, I'll go outside to keep you company while John tries to dig himself out of that hole." She giggled when John gaped at her, winking at him over her shoulder. "Don't forget to tell Mark how sexy he looks." She laughed along with Randy, her arm linked through his as they headed outside, though she was being careful with the tinfoil in her hair.

"Think you'll pick up good reception with your head if I were to wire you to a radio or something?" Randy asked teasingly, guiding her out the door, stepping aside and letting her go first, like a gentleman. Once out, he immediately lit up a cigarette, studying her thoughtfully, blowing smoke away from her. "Purple...I liked the wine colored streaks." He said thoughtfully. "Course, your natural color is better though. Think I'd look good green?"

"No, definitely not. Green with blue eyes, not a good combination." Jetta replied as she walked over, both of them sitting on the ramp bar. She had to get away from Mark before he caught what she was wearing and smirked at the thought. "So how've you been Randy?" She asked, watching him staring up at the sky, frowning when those sad blue eyes landed on her. She still couldn't believe he smoked, but then again, not a lot surprised her with the WWE anymore. "I still can't believe Stephanie and Linda put me in this storyline with that whore." She felt the anger rise within her again and sighed, pushing it down like she was taught, picturing Mark in her mind.

"Eh, okay." Randy shrugged, flicking ashes, studying the cigarette thoughtfully. "I should probably give it up, but...I'd rather not go insane on anyone, you know?" He flashed his usual warm grin. "It really sucks what they're sticking you with, Jetta." He said softly. "If you want, I can always knock Michelle off the stage and say it was an accident."

"Aww you'd do that for me?" She batted her eyelashes playfully at him and smiled when he nodded emphatically. "Thank you for the offer, Randy, but I beat her ass once. If she tempts me or fucks with me or Mark in any way, I'm going to beat it again. Only this time, I'll be going to prison for murder. Though my cousin would probably find a way for me to get out of it. I'd have to plead insanity, but..." She shrugged nonchalantly, sighing heavily, and seen he was deep in thought about something. "Randy, is everything okay?" She touched his shoulder, causing those blue eyes to meet hers and furrowed her eyebrows together in thought, wondering what was bothering him.

"Jetta, time to wash that stuff outta your hair!" Sally called from the doorway. "Janet has a line so hurry up!"

"I'm coming!" She called back and hopped down from the railing. "I'm here if you want to talk to someone. I'm not Cayla, but I am a good listener." When he nodded with a smile, she reciprocated it. "See you out there, Randy." She rushed inside to get her hair finished.

Randy watched her go, blue eyes following her thoughtfully. Sighing, he finished his cigarette.

~!~

John was STILL pleading for his life. "Mark, I swear man, I-"

"On your knees." Mark ordered, in his wrestling gear, minus the hat and duster, his hair damp from his shower. "Now." He said in a whisper, watching as John dropped.

"Really, I didn't mean anything by it and I really don't wanna suck your-" He frowned when Mark raised his foot. "What the-"

Everyone winced when John went flying backwards.

"I'm...okay..."

"Next time, watch what you say before opening your mouth, Junior." Jetta stepped over him, shaking her head, and sat down in Janet's chair while the woman took the tinfoil out. She smiled at Mark, who was shaking his head at her. 'Last time.' She mouthed, referring to the streaks and winked before leaning her head back, letting Janet work her magic.

She always did a fabulous job when it came to her hair so Jetta wasn't worried. Though her thoughts went to Randy, wondering why he looked so sad, and wished she could do something to help him. Granted, Cayla wasn't around to keep his spirits up, Randy had a dark past that nobody liked to divulge in. Cayla had told her about all the things he'd been involved in -drugs, stealing, going to jail during military school- not to mention he had a slight problem with his anger, though he controlled it most of the time. She sighed as she thought about Cayla, hoping she was having a fantastic time, and decided to call her tomorrow.

"What's Rando's problem?" Mark asked, ignoring the hairdresser asking if he'd like his hair trimmed, brushing her off with a wave of his hand.

"Mark, it's uneven."

"You touch my hair, Lisa, and I'm killing you with the scissors." He shot back, his lips curved into a smile.

"Just a few inches."

"Anyways..." He looked down at Jetta expectantly.

"I don't know, I think he misses Cayla." She replied, knowing how close those two were, and sighed as Janet ran her fingers through her hair, rinsing the color out. "Good call on the hair." She whispered, wanting to pull him down for a kiss, but knew that was against their rules. She sometimes hated their rules, but dealt with it. Though if he was still planning on getting himself branded...Jetta couldn't stop the smirk from forming on her lips.

"Uh oh what is that look for?"

"Thinking about how the best way to dismantle McCool would be."

Janet snorted.

"Start with her toes and work your way up." Mark advised, completely serious, his eyes thoughtful. "Just make sure you pause every now and then so she's conscious for it all."

"You really are a twisted man, you know that?" Lisa snorted, busy with a Maria now.

"Yes."

"That's why I'm dating him, I'm twisted too." Jetta replied smugly just as Janet finished up with her and sat up, whipping her head back out of her face before beginning to towel dry it. She sighed, letting Janet do it before she began the transformation process. "I want it left down tonight since all I'm doing is accompanying yours truly to the ring." She stated with a smile, causing Janet to nod as she began combing it out, the streaks already shining through. The purple went great with her honey blonde locks, just as Jetta hoped it would.

John was back on his feet, his chest aching from getting kicked, but other then that he was good. "You look SMOKIN'. Marry me?"

Lisa and Janet exchanged looks, both shaking their head.

"Seriously, marry me, I've got rock hard abs and-"

"No brains." Mark added gravely.

"Yeah no- HEY!"

Jetta giggled as she shook her head, running her fingers through it before Janet handed her the mirror, standing up, nodding her approval. "As always chica, you rock." She winked, handing it back, and turned to face her two favorite men in the world. "Johnny boy, as close as I am to you, Mark is my world." She smiled when he wrapped an arm around her waist, breaking the rules, and felt him kiss the top of her head. "So my answer is no, for the final time. Don't you have a blonde bimbo to go swoon?" Jetta shook her head just as Randy walked up and twirled around. "What do you think? I really like it better than the wine."

"The wine was still sexier." Randy said, reaching out to take a purple strand between his fingers, studying it thoughtfully, blue eyes finally fastening on hers.

Even John noticed the intensity.

"Purple or wine, she's beautiful." Mark said, firmly pulling Jetta back against him, a hand splayed against her side possessively.

Jetta didn't seem to notice anything and leaned back against Mark, wondering what had gotten into him tonight. He was never affectionate with her in the arenas. Something definitely wasn't right. She would be having a talk with him when they were alone and smiled at both John and Randy.

"Thank you both." She said, referring to Randy and Mark's compliments, feeling Mark's hand searing her side and took a deep silent breath.

"Nervous sweetie?"

"A little." She admitted, immediately perking up. "But I am looking forward to pounding Michelle's face in if she so much as bats an eyelash at him."

"She won't, not if she knows what's good for her."

"Isn't she your valet?"

"Not by choice." Randy shrugged, smirking up at Mark. "I wasn't her first choice either."

Mark almost punched the fucker then.

"She wanted John."

"Mark, we have to go finish getting ready. Come on. See you out there, Randy." She said in a lower voice, cracking a smile before pulling Mark with her down the hallway and to his dressing room.