Chapter 32

Jetta couldn't stop smiling and all of her doubts about Randy vanished as she closed her eyes, standing beside Mark, and lowered her head. When his music sounded, her head snapped up, completely in character, which wasn't far off from her normal self, though the intensity was cranked up full blast. She walked through the curtain first, the crowd roaring at the sight of her with the Undertaker.

She waited for him before walking down the ramp way, him slowly following behind. Jetta gradually made her way up the steps, her eyes narrowed and zeroed in on Michelle before walking on the outside ring apron, watching as Mark made his entrance. The lights came on as she stepped through the bottom ring rope, immediately going face to face with Michelle.

Randy watched intently as Jetta and Michelle fought, shouting when Michelle began getting her ass handed to her. He finally broke up the little spat they were having while 'Taker merely watched. As he pushed Jetta away, he tapped her ass twice.

Which at that point, Mark slipped through the ropes, wasting very little time in picking Randy up and dragging him over the top rope.

The shocked look on Jetta's face wasn't missed as she whipped around, seeing the rage in Mark's green eyes and slipped through the bottom rope to stand on his side, while Michelle went to the other. What the hell was Randy thinking touching her like that? As far as she knew, Randy didn't have any feelings toward her other than friendship.

Jetta was so confused as she pushed those thoughts from her mind, watching as Mark decimated Randy in the ring. Maybe he'd been right, maybe she was blind to the truth and needed to open her eyes a little more. He was her friend though, a great friend! Not as good as John, but that's because Cayla was there to keep Randy occupied. Cayla. Did Randy feel something towards her as well? Jetta needed answers as she continued watching, her eyes trained on Michelle, waiting for the bitch to make a move.

Mark was LIVID; actually that was an understatement. "Keep your hands off of her." He growled, face down so the camera didn't pick it up.

Randy's blue eyes flashed with confusion for a moment, trying not to break character, but knew he was about to get his ass handed to him by a very OUT of character Mark Calaway. "It was-" He didn't get to finish as he was tossed back into a turnbuckle, the air leaving his body for a moment. He snapped out of the daze long enough to see a black freight train coming at him and dived out of the way, letting Mark smack himself in the corner. Shaking his head, he got to his feet, shooting Jetta a look before slowly turning his head back to Mark.

This wasn't good. Mark was out of character and she knew it. Jetta had to do something and looked over at Michelle, who was frightened by now for Randy's safety, or so it seemed. Sighing, Jetta quickly walked over to the announcer's table and grabbed a chair, folding it, and got on the ring apron. When Randy was swung into the ropes, Jetta cracked him upside the head with the chair, effectively ending the match and disqualifying Mark. She couldn't help it, she refused to see her friend be pulverized over something as small as a tap on her ass. No, that wasn't happening. Jetta threw down the chair in the ring while Mark just stared at her before hopping down and walked up the ramp way, shaking her head.

Michelle slid into the ring besides Randy, playing his kay fabe valet to perfection. "Randy, Randy, can you hear me?" She gently slapped his face, holding his chin in her fingers. "YOU BITCH!" She shouted at Jetta's retreating form, instantly cringing when Mark turned to stare down at her.

He snorted; he wasn't a woman beater yet. Then again, she wasn't even a real woman. Knowing Jetta was pissed, Mark vacated the ring, turning to stare at Randy a moment longer, green eyes narrowing.

Pissed wasn't the word for it. Jetta was absolutely ENRAGED as she stalked back to her dressing room, ignoring everyone who passed by her. She was going back to the hotel and getting her OWN room, knowing Mark needed a night to cool off. Shaking her head, she grabbed her bag, which she'd already packed and whipped her cell phone out, dialing for a cab. She couldn't take the rental car, Mark had the keys. Sighing, Jetta walked out and headed for the exit. If he knew what was good for him, he would NOT bother her for the rest of the night.

John ran right on by her, skidding to a halt, and glanced back. "What's Mark's damage?" He demanded his voice serious, which was a rarity. Not waiting for an answer, he kept on running.

"Not in the mood, Cena." Mark sighed as he walked through the curtain, seeing the other man's mouth preparing to open.

"Why don't you suck my cock and shut the fuck up?" John snarled. "Randy was just ACTING, you jealous prick!"

"Oh my head..." Randy muttered, stumbling through the curtains next, leaning on Michelle.

Michelle pushed Randy away from her, stalking away.

"He's a jealous pompous ass?" She called over her shoulder before walking outside and leaned against the wall, shaking her head.

What the hell WAS Mark's damage? Randy hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, he was the HEEL after all and he had to do SOMETHING to provoke his opponent. Jetta was being a fool for ever questioning Randy's motives as she flipped her cell phone open and cancelled the cab, just needing a moment for some air. She would be going back to the hotel with Mark, but if he thought for a SECOND sex would be involved, he had another thing coming. He was going to get his ass handed to him alright and it was going to be by his girlfriend.

"What the hell Calaway?" Randy snapped, pushing John gently, but firmly away when his friend tried helping him to stand without swaying. "You JUMPED script!"

"No, the script called for you getting your ass beaten, I did that thoroughly."

"You were LITERALLY BEATING him!"

Mark just shrugged.

"You know Mark, if you don't stop this, Jetta is gonna leave your ass." John stated angrily, seeing those green eyes flash on him. "I wouldn't blame her either. You're a jealous pompous prick just like she said! Randy didn't do anything that any of us wouldn't have done out there! He was trying to make the feud more EFFECTIVE and Jetta knows that! You need to get your head out of your ass and start being more professional. Come on man." John growled, pissed beyond belief, and guided Randy away.

"Remind me not to touch her ever again." Randy muttered as they walked away, a hand moving to his throbbing head.

"Remind me to force feed Mark some Midol before his next match."

Mark raked a hand through his hair, glancing at the door Jetta had gone out. He idly wondered if she'd accept an apology. Shutting her up the way he had earlier probably would earn him a knee in the nuts.

When Mark walked out of the arena, Jetta was sitting on the hood of the car, still in the same outfit, though her face was anything, but friendly. "Ready?" She asked in a monotone voice, seeing him nod, and slid from the hood before walking over to get in the passenger seat after he unlocked it. "Don't say a word to me, just drive." She ordered when he went to open his mouth, crossing her arms in front of her chest, staring out the window. She didn't want to fight or argue with him, just desperately needing a shower -alone- and bed.

Mark hadn't been planning on saying anything, well...maybe something. But now he didn't even want to speak to her. Was she blind? Randy did not go around slapping women's asses, in the ring or out of it. Unless the kid had shifted his character a little. This would have been news to him. Grunting, he reached forward and turned on the radio, needing something to distract him.

When they arrived in the room, Jetta didn't waste any time in walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and flipping the lock on it. She loved Mark, god help her, but sometimes the man just didn't know his head from his ass. Sighing, she stripped out of her clothes and turned the shower on, stepping into the sprays, and fingered the purple in her honey locks, shaking her head. Janet always seemed to get her way, though Jetta was putting her foot down next time. Then again, she would probably keep the purple streaks until this angle was finished and she was back to being a wrestler.

Sighing, Mark tossed his bag into a corner of the room and dropped down heavily on the bed. His booted feet hung off the end. Draping his arm over his eyes, he just lay there. He could hear Jetta in the shower, knowing she was more then pissed off and probably disappointed. Had he just been reading into things? He'd never been that damn jealous before. It was Randy. A KID. The guy couldn't even grow facial hair and here he was worrying...What the hell?

A half an hour later, Jetta walked out of the bathroom, a black towel wrapped around her body securely while towel drying her honey purplish hair, walking over to her bag. She wasn't talking to Mark, not tonight, and pulled out a lavender colored nightgown with matching panties and bra. She slid the garments on with the towel still firmly in place and then took it off before sliding the nightgown over her head, untucking her hair, and grabbed her brush before gliding it through her hair. He had overreacted tonight in more ways than one. Randy was cute, but he definitely wasn't Jetta's type. Mark was. Didn't he understand that? She wanted him and only him. Maybe Mark was afraid she'd find someone better and that just made Jetta snort, shaking her head as she threw her brush in her bag and slid into her side of the bed, presenting him with her back.

Mark had watched her thoughtfully, becoming aware Jetta had a habit of matching her clothing to whatever colored streaks she had in her hair at the moment. It was a little strange what facts and details he tended to register about her. Seeing she wasn't going to even look at him, he rolled out of bed and stormed into the bathroom.

Rolling her eyes, Jetta pulled the comforter over her and snuggled into the pillow, staring out the window while she heard the shower running. Tears formed in her eyes as she blinked them away, knowing he was probably angry at her for disqualifying him and breaking script, but damn it, what choice did she have? He was going to DESTROY Randy for no damn reason! The more Jetta thought about it, the angrier she became as she threw the comforter off and stalked over to the bathroom door, throwing it open and slammed it shut behind her.

"Just letting you know, if you think for one SECOND I want Randy, you're out of your damn mind, Mark! And I really don't care if you're mad at me or not, what you did tonight to that poor guy was WRONG and INEXCUSABLE! You need to get your head out of your ass and swallow your damn pride or so help me god I'll beat the shit out of you!"

Mark ignored her, busy rinsing conditioner out of his hair. He could see her through the clear shower door, her figure blurred from the hot water fogging the glass. "I'm sorry." He rumbled finally, flicking his hair back over his shoulders, reaching for the soap.

He lathered his hands, wondering what he was sorry for. Oh yes, his pride and jealousy. He had been wrong, Randy hadn't been fucking her with his eyes or making sly comments. That was all on him.

"Sorry doesn't cut the mustard, Mark!" Jetta stated, moving to sit on the sink, crossing her legs and stared at him broodingly through the clear shower door. Damn if he wasn't sexy, that voice sent shivers coursing throughout her, but she had to maintain focus. Focus damn it! "I want to know why you get jealous of other men. Is it because you really are afraid that I will find someone better? Because let me tell you something, Calaway, I've been around the block a few times just like you, though you are my first relationship. I've met all the BOYS and I finally have a MAN in my life that I love unconditionally! I don't WANT anyone else, get that through your damn stubborn, thick headed skull of yours and stop with the jealousy shit! Stop with the testosterone shit because I'm not impressed." She then hopped off the sink and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Snorting, Mark rolled his eyes. It didn't really have anything to do with him worrying about her going for another man. If there was someone out there who could love her and make her world shatter better then him, then he obviously wasn't doing his job right. It was more the fact that Randy had had the balls to do what he'd done. Was he the only one who had seen it? John had even noticed something, hadn't he? Now Mark was confusing himself.

Did it really matter if Randy felt something for her? Granted, they'd had quite a few heart to heart talks about his past, about hers, and became close over the past year, but Jetta never thought for a second...wait a minute, what was she thinking? Randy didn't want her! Mark was confusing her and making her think things that weren't there, that didn't exist! Randy was her friend damn it, JUST a friend, and that's the way she was going to see things. He tapped her ass tonight for the feud and, as far as she knew, Randy hadn't been anything except nice to her throughout the night, even complimenting her hair. Is that what Mark was upset about? Her hair? Growling, Jetta paced back and forth, wanting to rip someone's throat out.

When Mark finally emerged from the shower, he was considerably calmer. A lot of that was due to the fact he had let the cold water run and had stood under it for a good ten minutes. Now he was calm and literally cool. A pair sweat pants and a plain t-shirt helped a little. Being mildly cold was better then coming out here and getting his ass in a sling for picking a fight.

Jetta was out on the balcony, the doors open behind her, staring out at the city with brooding eyes. It was cold, but she didn't care. She let the wind assault her, her eyes closed, letting her anger drain or literally being driven out of her body. She gripped the balcony ledge one final time before finally calming down, turning around, and walking back inside. Mark was already in bed as she closed the doors behind her, the room dark and walked over to slide into bed, her skin freezing cold. She snuggled against the pillow and wrapped the comforter around her, shivering now that her anger was gone. Sighing, Jetta closed her eyes, exhausted from the night's events.

After a few minutes, Mark rolled over and wrapped an arm around her, drawing her back against him, draping a leg over hers so she couldn't kick him, that and it was usually how he slept anyway. "Don't go to bed mad at me, darlin'." He whispered in her ear, kissing the side of her face. He wasn't about to try to get any, he was too exhausted to even consider it. But he didn't want her falling asleep pissed off at him either.

Sighing, Jetta slowly turned around until her eyes met his, searching them and saw how sorry he truly was. Jetta wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly against her, and closed her eyes at the feeling of his body pressed against hers. "I never can stay mad at you." She admitted softly, pulling back to stare into his eyes again, and kissed his lips softly. He was her weakness, the only one she had to her knowledge, and she was powerless against him. The longest Jetta had been mad at Mark was a day, if that. "I love you." She whispered, rubbing her nose against his.

"I love you too, Jetta." He whispered, planting another tender kiss on her soft lips, finally tucking her head underneath his chin, combing his fingers through her hair. "Thought you weren't getting streaks?" He murmured, wondering if Janet had…yeah, Janet had talked her out of it.

"Janet." She mumbled, confirming his thoughts, sighing gently as she fingered another strand of purple between her fingers, shrugging. "It goes with who I'm valeting to the ring at the moment, so it was a good idea. Though after this angle, I'm going back to straight honey blonde, no more streaks for awhile." Jetta was vowing that as she snuggled against him, lacing their fingers together and smiled in spite of everything that had happened. "I'm yours, Mark. Never forget that." She whispered and yawned loudly before closing her eyes, her entire body relaxing against him. He also had that effect, relaxing her to the point where she was putty against him.

Feeling her relaxing against him made Mark feel like all had been forgiven. This in turn relaxed him, all the tension flooding from his body. Sighing contentedly, he snuggled against her, burying his face in her hair, which was beautiful streaked or not and inhaled deeply.

"Love you, darlin'." He murmured once more before falling asleep.