Chapter 35
Taking a deep breath, Jetta slowly pushed open the door to Mark's locker room, hearing him in the shower, and knew she had a few minutes to calm down. What the hell was Randy thinking? He broke her trust and betrayed her all to prove a point to her boyfriend!
Jetta swallowed hard and immediately took her top off along with her jeans, pulling on a purple halter top with black mesh over it along with a black leather skirt, brushing her hair out. She painted her lips a deep purple and redid her black eyeliner before pulling on her two inch leather knee high boots that zipped up the sides. She was just accompanying Mark to ringside again tonight, nothing more, for a promo. Jetta felt the breath escape her when the bathroom door opened, not moving from zipping her boot up, and had to take another deep breath.
Mark was toweling his hair semi dry, already in his ring wear, minus his boots. He froze when he spotted Jetta, frowning. "Going to tell me what happened?" He asked calmly, though his shower had been a cold one to cool his boiling blood, wanting to know who the hell had dared kiss her, wanting to know if she had liked it. Hell, he was just going to kill someone.
"Randy kissed me." She stated, standing up from the couch and felt sick to her stomach, still not believing it had actually happened. "You were right about him and I was too blinded by my friendship to see the...signs. He did it to prove a point." She wasn't making any sense and knew it, also knowing Randy was going to be killed, suddenly feeling a vindictive side come out in her. "Destroy him. I want you to hurt him to the point where he doesn't walk out of here tonight, Mark." She stated, her voice filled with pure hate and malice, cracking her knuckles before sliding her black lace fingerless gloves on her shaking hands.
Wow that he hadn't been expecting; though he had automatically resolved to do that BEFORE she even asked. Just hearing the tone of her voice had knocked him for a loop. "I intend on it, darlin'." He said flatly. "What point was he trying to prove, Jetta?" He demanded, now slipping his boots on, dropping down to lace them.
"I told him that I've been trying to prove to you how much I love you and that I want nobody else. I told him it was frustrating, which it has been because lately it seems like everything I do, you get jealous over in some form or another." For Christ sakes, he damn near took John's head off for placing his hand on her hip, which was one of the reasons why John had been avoiding her along with Randy. "He...He said he knew for a way to prove it to you and to give you a real reason to give him the beat down he knew he was going to get. Then he kissed me." She couldn't look at him and wanted to hit the wall, gripping her hair in her fingers, squeezing as she blinked tears away. "I shoved him away, screamed what the hell was wrong with him, and ran back inside the arena..."
Mark actually smirked, shaking his head. Randy had brass balls, too bad he'd be eating them. "So he gave me a real reason to whip his ass...how nice of the kid." He snorted, finally getting up and walking over to her. He gently took Jetta by the arms, turning her to face him, and stared down at her intently. "Do you really want me to hurt him, Jetta?" He asked softly. "I don't want to do something you're going to regret later."
"I don't care what you do anymore." She whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Randy was her friend, the one person she could confide in, and he betrayed her. "I'm with you all the way, whatever you do. I love you and he deserves to have his ass kicked." She meant that, truly, though part of her also felt regret as she dropped her head. "Damn it..." She closed her eyes and took deep breaths like she'd been taught in anger management, the amount of anger and sadness radiating off of her unambiguous.
"I'll leave him able to use all his limbs." Mark promised, knowing if he seriously hurt Randy, Jetta would regret it in the morning if not sooner. He was pissed with the idiot, but not enough to cause her anymore pain. "Come on, darlin', chin up. We're up soon." He murmured, tilting her head back and kissed her, pouring all his love and passion into it, knowing she needed it right now.
Jetta moaned softly against him, pulling him against her and deepened the kiss, knowing he wasn't angry with her. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes as she cupped his face in her hands, her fingernails painted black and purple, alternating between colors, another idea of Janet's. She slowly pulled back, staring up into his green eyes, and was glad her lipstick was smear proof.
"I love you." She whispered, pressing her forehead against his, sniffling as she felt him wipe her tears away. "I didn't enjoy the kiss, Mark. The only lips I want are yours. I shoved him away and I was too shocked to kick his teeth down his damn throat."
"Probably a good thing, he needs them if he's ever going to be able to eat again after I'm done with him." He teased, cupping the side of Jetta's face, his eyes taking her in. "I like your colors." He murmured, bending down to kiss her again. Of course she hadn't enjoyed the kiss, Randy was a boy. She needed a man, which she had. "When we get to the hotel tonight, we're taking a hot bath together, how's that sound, darlin'?" He purred in her ear, trying to distract her.
What a wonderful distraction as she smiled, nodding and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him close to her. "That sounds like a great idea." She murmured softly, pulling back to stare into his green eyes, no anger or hurt in them. It was just a kiss. It was a great kiss, but Mark's was mind blowing and set her body on fire, like now. "Keep it up and we won't make it to the match." She smiled when he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and instantly took his lips in hers again, needing to feel him against her. To prove to him even more that he was the only man for her.
"As tempting as that is, I can't blow script again or Steph is going to halve my next paycheck." Mark groaned, not that it really mattered TOO much since he was quite well off. He just had plans for this check without wanting to touch the money in the bank. "Think she'd do it?" He contemplated for a minute, a wicked smirk on his face as his eyes hungrily devoured her.
"Yes, especially since this is one of the biggest angles going right now." She replied, kissing him again, and hugged him tightly as she inhaled his scent. "I never can get enough of you." She whispered, her mouth right by his ear, and smirked when he shivered against her before growling. "Alright enough." She slid down his body, giggling, and went to check her appearance while he tried to get rid of his raging hard-on. Sometimes Jetta felt guilty, but that was the beauty of making it up to him later. The thought made her shiver as she fluffed her hair out a little, nodding in approval. "So do you approve of your valet, Deadman?"
"Eh, you'll do." Mark replied, not looking at her, busy coaxing his hard-on to die. Looking at her wouldn't help that any. "Jetta, I love you, darlin', but you have to stop doing that to me when we're at work." He moaned, shaking his head and finally looked at her, rolling his eyes when she grinned. "Yes, the Undertaker with a stiff one...Hmm, my female fan base might-" He stopped when she growled, smirking.
"Your female fan base can LOOK, but they better not touch." Jetta stated, walking over and ran her hand across his ass, purring when he jumped and winked at him over her shoulder. Snaking her tongue out to run along her top lip, Jetta grinned evilly when he cursed. She was evil, she admitted it, but she loved seeing him frustrated and knew it was all because of her. Before he could advance on her, the stage technician called through the door, telling them they had five minutes. "Time to go, Stiff." She giggled when he growled and rushed out the door, putting some distance between them.
"You better be nice or I might cater to that fan base." He teased, his long legs quickly catching up with her, slapping her ass gently. "Mmm..."
"NOT IN THE HALLWAYS!"
Randy and Michelle were waiting, Randy's eyes instantly going to Jetta's, the apology there plain for all to see.
Michelle just rolled her eyes, flashing Mark a slow smirk.
"Ooo baby you know I love it rough." She growled, giggling when he just cursed again, shaking her head. "I like a little pain, remember?"
Jetta winked as they walked up to join Randy and Michelle, immediately taking Mark's hand in hers, and laced their fingers together. She didn't know what to think about Randy right now, shaking her head and kept her eyes on either her man or the curtain, taking a deep breath. No matter how many times she did this, it was always nerve wracking to go out there in front of all those people.
"Hey Rando?"
"Yeah."
"I'm going to kill you out there, you know that right?"
"I was banking on it." Randy said sadly.
"Fucking fruitcakes."
"You're insane." Jetta whispered sadly, not able to look at him as she blinked the tears away, knowing she couldn't go out there upset.
Jetta felt Mark squeeze her hand and looked up into his eyes, seeing the truth. He would hurt Randy, but not to the point of the man not able to walk out of here on his own. She smiled at him, the tears drying up and heard Randy's music, finally glancing at him with saddened blue eyes.
Randy gave her a sweet, crooked smile before his game face took over. He grunted when Michelle took her place at his side, pushing past the curtains and out onto the stage, posing.
"Either he is really off his rocker or that kid has something for you." Mark said in a low, dark tone of voice. "Either way, I'm beating it out of him tonight."
Jetta could only nod, not believing what Randy was doing and took another deep breath before releasing Mark's hand, not before giving it one final squeeze. They made their way down the ramp and Jetta didn't get in the ring, just stood off to the side in Mark's corner, watching him doing his entrance. Her eyes were pure ice as she gripped the ring apron, seeing Mark wasn't wasting any time as he clotheslined Randy, nearly taking his head off.
She wanted him to hurt, to feel the same amount of pain he'd caused her earlier with that damn kiss. She didn't care if he was proving a point or not. If he felt something for her, he needed to squash it because she didn't feel shit for him, not even friendship anymore. Jetta pounded on the mat as Mark took the boy to school in the ring, smirking wickedly, clapping though she still kept her eyes on Michelle's ass.
Michelle didn't care that Jetta was watching her, she went around to her anyway. "You think you're something special, huh?" She shouted, her words directly from the script, simply because Stephanie didn't trust her to improvise at all. "Huh, bitch, huh?"
Mark glanced over at the two, which was the opening Randy needed to spear him. He grunted, his back hitting the turnbuckle and his ribs weren't feeling so good either. Gripping the ropes, Randy used his shoulder to continue the assault, finally dropping and rolling out of the ring, coming up behind Jetta.
Michelle backed away, smirking.
Randy whipped her around and delivered a DDT to Jetta, making sure to keep her head from actually connecting, trying to ease the landing as best he could. Before the referee had even noticed, he was sliding back into the ring.
Jetta saw stars, even though Randy blocked most of the blow. She rolled over on her back, seeing Michelle over her and immediately kicked her in the stomach, the anger flaring in her eyes. When the bitch tried tackling her after Jetta got to her feet, she moved and let Michelle's shoulder ram right into the steel ring steps.
"Who's the fuckin' bitch now?" She shouted, holding her head and stumbled back, seeing Mark had gotten the upper hand in the match again. Her head was killing her as she tried to keep her vision from blurring, seeing Michelle was knocked out cold, and smirked viciously.
Randy was getting his ass handed to him, but he wasn't going down easily either. When Mark made the mistake of glancing at Jetta, Randy speared him again. That was what happened when a person mixed business with pleasure and didn't stop blurring the lines. They made mistakes. He dropped down onto his hands, waiting for 'Taker to get back up, his blue eyes taking on that icy sheen as he measured the big man.
Mark had to stop checking on her to make sure she was alright as she watched Randy measuring him for his finishing maneuver, the RKO. She wasn't going to let him get away with this, knowing he was taking advantage of the distractions, and immediately got on the ring apron. She blocked out the pain and when he came toward her, she slapped the taste out of his mouth. Then, she took his head and dropped down, his head bouncing off the top rope before flying back on the mat, and landed on her feet outside the ring. She smirked, seeing Mark had gotten up and picked Randy up, delivering snake eyes followed by a devastating boot to the face.
"GET HIM!" She shouted intensely, her own eyes iced over, and pounded the mat as Mark lifted Randy up for the Tombstone Piledriver.
Everyone knew Randy had a serious anger problem, one that made Jetta's look mild, but therapy had calmed him down. Mostly. However, his temper had snapped. He wiggled in Mark's arms, forcing Mark to stumble back and slid over the man's back, grabbing Mark by the neck and dropping him. His head snapped to the side, staring intently at Jetta.
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"OH SHIT."
"Fuck, somebody get Stephanie and a gurney..." Larry ordered, watching from the back.
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Michelle was coming too, her eyes seeing the expression on Randy's face, and instantly feigned still being out.
Jetta's heart nearly stopped as she seen him slowly coming toward her, her heart pounding in and out of her chest fiercely. She seen Mark was out for the moment and mentally cursed, backing up as he began stalking her. What was she doing? She was trained to kick someone's ass, but also knew of Randy's anger problem.
Doing the only thing she could do, Jetta ran for it as she slid in the ring, screaming out when he grabbed her ankle and kicked him in the face, crawling on her hands backwards. Seeing Mark was slowly coming too, Randy's eyes were currently on her. Her head was spinning from that earlier DDT, but she had to keep fighting, blue eyes spitting icicles back at him.
Randy circled her, stalking Jetta like she was his prey, halting long enough to put a boot to Mark's head. "I gave you what you needed." He said, sounding both hurt and angry. "And you help him to put me out?" He ducked a kick, knowing she had trained in kick boxing and martial arts, grabbing her ankle and twisting, dropping her face first to the canvas. Glancing back at Mark, he dropped down, his mouth beside her ear. "I don't WANT to hurt you, Jetta, but I WILL." At this point, the match had been ruled a no disqualification. Not caring, he slid out of the ring, walking around and backing up the ramp, Michelle beside him, his eyes on the pair in the ring.
Closing her eyes, Jetta tried getting the dizziness to stop, her ankle killing her. He had twisted it hard, though not enough to break it thank god. Angry tears streamed down her face as she stared back at him, knowing their friendship was officially over. He had kissed and hurt her all in the same night, all to prove points. This was no longer scripted and she knew that as she seen Mark sit up, the purple lighting flowing over both of them. Jetta slowly made it to her feet with his help, nodding when he whispered if she was alright, and slowly made her way out of the ring. She wiped her tears away, feeling sick to her stomach, and went through the curtain.
"DON'T!" She snapped when Stephanie came toward her, wiping more tears away. "I don't want to fucking hear it. You can fine him all you want, but it won't change a damn thing! Now move out of my way!" She ordered, limping past everyone, her lip bleeding from hitting the canvas and her head was killing her. Jetta collapsed suddenly, the darkness overtaking her.
Mark caught Jetta before she could hit the floor, panic in his eyes. He looked at Stephanie who was also on the verge of panicking, then past her to where Randy was standing. The man had TEARS in his eyes. TEARS! Like he had the RIGHT to cry for hurting her!
"Stephanie, handle him or I WILL." He threatened, carrying Jetta to see Larry, not looking at Randy because he knew if he did that, he'd kill the man.