Chapter 31

As soon as the door was shut, Jetta jumped when his fist went through a wall, swallowing hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She had NEVER seen him this angry before and pressed her back against the door, watching him pace back and forth. "Mark, what's going on?" She managed to ask without sounding terrified, which she was at the moment, and with damn good reason.

"Randy is going to get his ass HANDED to him tonight." Mark growled, turning to stare down at her, green eyes flashing with evil intentions. "Did you fucking hear him out there, Jetta? That son of a bitch is-" He put his first through the wall again, not even noticing the pain, or that he had probably broken something.

"Mark, stop it!" She cried out, rushing over to him, and stopped him from hurting himself further. It was a damn good thing he had his fingerless gloves on, but that still didn't protect his fingers. "What the hell has gotten into you?" She demanded and felt tears well up in her eyes when he shoved her away, trying to get control of this situation. "Fine, I'll tell you what, Deadman. When you decide to calm down and talk about this RATIONALLY like a fucking adult, you look me up, k?" She didn't give him a chance to respond as she stormed out of his dressing room and down the hallway to her own, wrapping her arms around herself. He definitely had anger issues, especially since John and Randy were only joking with what they said.

Randy was getting ready to knock on her door when he seen her, in his wrestling trunks and boots, seeing the look on her face and frowned. "I'm guessing now isn't a good time to run ideas by you?" He said softly, stepping away so he didn't get the door slammed directly in his face, knowing that was inevitable. "Is Mark around? I can just go talk to him." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

She sighed heavily, knowing she couldn't take this out on Randy when he did absolutely nothing wrong. "No come on in, Randy." She said quietly, opening the door for him, and shut it as she walked over to sit on the bench. She didn't have a couch, only the Women's Champion had that luxury, but that was fine. At least it was her own locker room, though many of the Divas had their own contrary to popular belief. "What kind of ideas do you have?" Her mind couldn't get off of how Mark was acting, but she pushed that firmly aside, needing to focus on business right now, staring into Randy's blue eyes that looked troubled again.

"Well...I was talking to Stephanie about this whole feud thing and she doesn't even agree with it. Well, because of the McCool incident." He coughed, looking awkward again. "You two obviously have grounds for a feud. Mark and I don't, another match yeah, but long term feud?" He shook his head. "Unless something happens during this match, it's going to look stupid. You know what I'm saying?"

"Hmm...You do have a point there." Jetta knew he was right as she stood up, raking a hand through her hair and began walking slowly back and forth, chewing her thumbnail thoughtfully. "Something big does need to happen between the two of you, not just me and her." Mark was NOT in the right frame of mind to talk about this right now, but Jetta also didn't want to make any decisions without his consent. "Unfortunately, I think we're going to have to go talk to Mark and figure this out. I have no idea what to do, I'm still a rookie, Randy."

Randy nodded. "Yeah, I know, but even rookies need a chance to voice an opinion." He said seriously, backing towards the door. "I figured Mark would be with you honestly." He opened the door, grinning. "Hey Mark, we were-" He groaned when he got jerked out into the hallway "Coming to look for you?"

"What about?" Mark tried not growling, it was hard though. Orton in her room with her, alone, the kid had brass balls.

"We were talking about the upcoming match tonight. Randy made a good point." Jetta said softly, seeing the anger in his green eyes, and wondered what he suddenly had against one of her good friends. Not to mention Cayla's. When Mark just raised an eyebrow at her, Jetta continued without preamble before Randy could speak. "He said that something big has to happen during your match tonight if you two are going to continue the feud. I agree with him. People know about me and...Michelle." She felt sick saying that name and it showed. "But there's no story behind yours and Randy's feud." She didn't like the look that came over her boyfriend's eyes, swallowing hard.

"I'm SURE we can think of something." Mark said, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Something that leaves my head attached?"

"You said we needed something big, didn't you?"

"Well yeah, but..."

"Got a better idea?"

"No, I don't think that's going to happen. Randy, will you excuse us?" She shoved Mark inside of her dressing room and closed the door behind them, planting her hands on her hips. "Marcus William Calaway, what the hell has gotten into you tonight?" She demanded, busting out the full name, her blue eyes on fire. "You are acting childish! John and Randy kid around with me and Cayla all the time and you never cared ONCE! So what the hell is your deal tonight? We're TRYING to come up with a suitable idea for this angle and you seem like you don't even care about anything else except hurting Randy when he did nothing to you!" She was defending Randy because he was her and Cayla's friend and refused to let her boyfriend have a jealous fit. "Now are you going to tell me what's wrong or are we going out there with you destroying him for no reason whatsoever?"

"You're fucking kidding me, right? He was out there earlier fucking you with his eyes and you're asking me what my deal is?" Mark snorted, raking a hand through his hair, staring down at her incredulously. "He wasn't even going to say John was Michelle's first choice, he was fucking hinting at me. You're not a pure blonde Jetta, open your eyes."

"The only thing I see here is a jealous man who can't handle when his girlfriend gets complimented. That's the ONLY thing I'm seeing here right now, Mark." Her voice was calm again and even, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "And I would know if a guy wanted me. TRUST ME, I've been around the damn block, or have you forgotten that part, Deadman?" When the anger flashed in his eyes, Jetta didn't back down, standing her ground. "You need to calm down before you go out to that ring and injure him. That's all I'm going to say to you." She turned her back on him and bent down, putting her things in her bag.

"THIS is coming from the woman who seen me getting kissed and took off without waiting to hear MY side of the story? And YOU'RE calling ME blind?" Mark didn't need to hear the reminder she had gotten around. Hell, so had he. But that was in the PAST, ancient history. "I'm not going to injure him, Jetta, I'm going to fucking KILL him. Even JOHN noticed something was up, JOHN."

"Then why the fuck didn't John tell me about it?" She snapped back at him, pursing her lips tightly together, wanting to hit and pull him in for a kiss at the same time. He managed to get her temper up more than other man could and diffuse it in a matter of seconds. "I DON'T WANT ANY OTHER MAN, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! I WANT YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU! What the FUCK do I have to do to prove that to you? So WHAT if Randy was 'fucking' me with his eyes or whatever? It doesn't change the fact that YOU are the ONLY man I want! God, do you want me to brand your name on my skin? IS THAT WHAT IT'S GONNA TAKE, MARK?" Tears were threatening to spill down her cheeks, her entire body trembling. She hadn't yelled in a long time and it was a little intense. "You have NO reason to be jealous or want to kill a man just because he looks at me!"

The entire work/personal separation thing was RIGHT out the window at this point. He hadn't heard Jetta yell in...It felt like forever actually. Mark stared down at her, his entire body tense for a moment before picking her up and slamming her back into the nearest wall, his mouth covering hers in a demanding, passionate kiss.

Jetta instantly kissed him back, just as rough and demanding, her legs wrapping around his waist tightly, not minding the pain in her back at the moment. She liked a little pain after all and growled against his lips, their chests pressed together tightly. She loved his animalistic side, though he'd never done this to her while they were at work. Jetta didn't pull away as she moved her head back and forth, their tongues twisting violently against each others. Her hand cupped the side of his face while her other arm was wrapped around his neck, burying her fingers in his black tresses, refusing to let go.

His hands roamed her body, well aware that the black and purple shirt she wore bore a very striking resemblance to the blue one she had worn in Sturgis and that had been what? Two years ago? Growling, he slipped one hand between them, grinding the heel of his palm against her leather covered sex. He always loved a woman in leather.

She broke the kiss with a gasp and leaned back against the wall, melting against him completely. Just one touch, she hadn't been kidding. Jetta would need a new pair of panties before she went out to the ring or it was going to be EXTREMELY uncomfortable for her.

"Mark…" She breathed out before capturing his lips again, silencing her moans, not wanting anyone else to overhear what was going on and began moving her hips against his palm, increasing the sensation even more. "Oh fuck me..." She mumbled against his soft lips, needing him more than anything at the moment, tasting him again as their tongues dueled once more.

"Yeah, I'll fuck you alright," He snarled against her lips, biting down on her bottom lip enough to hurt a little, but not bruise or split. "I'll fuck you so hard you'll see stars, Jetta."

"Ten minutes till show time." A stage tech shouted through the door, knocking loudly.

He was going to KILL someone.

The passion haze slowly lifted from her mind as Jetta stared back into his near black eyes, running her thumb over his bottom lip before kissing him again, pressing herself against him one last time before pulling back. "I love you and only you." She moaned when he pulled her against him, their lips meeting again, knowing she was going to go out there with some VERY swollen lips if they didn't stop now. But she couldn't. He was her addiction and she couldn't deny him anything. If he wanted to have sex right now, she would do it because not only did she want it too, but knew he craved her. "Mark...the match...Mmmm..." She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly to his flesh, her body completely on fire.

"Is not for awhile yet, fuck them." Mark growled, now working at removing those annoying leather pants. Had he said he liked leather? He hated leather, not as easy to rip off as jeans.

"Jetta, we need you for a promo with Michelle!"

"SHE'S BUSY!"

If she lost her career over this, Jetta would be a happy woman as long as she had Mark. She lifted her hips as he unsnapped her leather pants, sliding them down her legs, her eyes only for this man. He wanted her and he was going to have her come hell or high water. Her body was screaming at her to skip everything else and just go for it, nodding as he finally got them off before pinning her against the wall again.

"Mark please..." She moaned out, feeling him grind against her, his lips massaging her throat, hands trailing up her sides to mold her breasts in his palms as her head tilted back against the wall. THIS was why they kept their work and personal lives separate, but Jetta wasn't thinking about that right now as she reached down to yank down his tights. "Mark..."

"Tell that bitch I don't have all fucking night!" Came Michelle's voice next.

"McCool, that 'bitch' is probably going to tear your head off, now CALM DOWN. Jetta, promo? Please?"

Mark groaned, burying his face in her neck. They weren't going to catch a goddamn break, were they?

"Damn it!" She hissed, hearing that blonde's voice, and wanted to rip her apart already. "HOLD ON!" She shouted, shooting an apologetic, heated look at her boyfriend before kissing him, leaving him with something to crave later on as he reluctantly set her down. She shuffled into her leather pants, not caring how her hair looked or her lips for that matter and snapped her pants before zipping them up as she ripped open the door. "WHAT?"

The stage tech shied back, an awkward look on her face, Michelle standing against the far wall moodily. "We need you for a promo, a LIVE promo in-" She glanced at her watch. "Three minutes."

Michelle's eyes narrowed, taking in Jetta's disheveled appearance and stormed off to the filming location, flicking her long blonde hair off her shoulders. What a slut!

"Fine, I'll be there." She stated before shutting the door in her face, shaking her head, and walked over to slip her boots back on. Mark had ripped them off, though thankfully the zippers were still on. She walked over and smirked at the tousled look of her hair, brushing it out before putting some deep purple lipstick on her lips. She was going out there with the Undertaker after all, her eyeliner already done. She almost looked normal and knew she had to book it. "See you out there." She whispered, bringing his face to hers in a demanding kiss before rushing out the door toward the filming location.

Mark almost put a hole through HER wall...But, his fist was starting to hurt, reminding him that he probably should seek medical attention AFTER dealing with the erection. Groaning, he shut the door and headed for her bathroom.

Michelle tapped her foot against the tile impatiently, arching an eyebrow when Jetta came up.

"Nothing physical girls, just...get into each other's faces. And no mentioning the 'incident'."

"What incident?" Michelle asked innocently.

The cameras started rolling and Jetta stood there, letting Michelle run her mouth about how she was the best Diva in the WWE and so on and so forth. Jetta finally held her hand up, shutting Michelle up effectively and smirked wickedly as she smiled at Maria, her eyes complete ice. "Michelle, do you remember what I did to you the LAST time we met in the ring?" She asked casually, her long honey blonde hair flowing down her back with purple streaks throughout it.

"N-No..."

"Well I do, let's replay that shall we?" Jetta loved her cousin when they replayed the footage of over a year ago. "I believe I dominated YOU that night!" She suddenly got in Michelle's face. "Trust me when I say this McCool, you don't want to mess with me. I am the baddest BITCH you will ever meet. Don't screw with me or my personal life or your career will END." The interview ended abruptly as Jetta stalked away from her.

"She mentioned personal life, what the hell?" Michelle complained after the cameras had stopped. "Doesn't she know how to fucking act or is she naturally stupid as well as ugly?"

"McCool, get lost before you get hurt."

John came running by at that exact moment, slapping her face 'accidentally' with his rubber chicken.

Jetta stayed by gorilla position, knowing the match was up next and seen Randy coming toward her. She didn't know what to think about him right now, not after what Mark pointed out to her. Her focus came on Michelle when she walked up, clenching her fists at her sides, and took deep breaths to calm down. She couldn't blow up or lose her temper, not yet. She would wait until Michelle batted one EYELASH at her man. Then all bets were off, career or not. Jetta felt a hand on the small of her back and looked up, nodding at Mark, who was in his full Undertaker outfit before cracking her neck and fingers, her black fingerless gloves making her look even more dangerous as Randy's music hit.

"See you out there, whore." She said sweetly.

"Say one word Michelle and I'm booting you off the stage." Randy snapped when she opened her mouth, his blue eyes totally iced over. He did not want to hear her disgusting voice bad mouthing anyone, much less Jetta. His face went into its usual mask as they stepped through the curtain.

Mark mentally rolled his eyes, too busy slipping into character to comment. Maybe he was reading too much into Orton. Oh well, he was still kicking the boy's ass.