Chapter 45

She knew she shouldn't be getting emotionally involved in this match, but she couldn't help it. After what Randy did to her, Jetta had every right as she clapped and pounded the mat with a vengeance, wanting Randy to suffer, grabbing the rope as a sadistic look came over her eyes. Randy wanted her to hate him and she did. She hated this man more than life itself and he wasn't walking out of here on his own tonight. Mark was going to make sure of it along with her.

When Michelle went to get involved, Jetta was over to her in a heartbeat and pulled her down, causing her head to smack against the ring apron, her nose instantly bleeding. She scrambled away from Jetta with wide, frightened eyes, but all Jetta could see was red as she stalked toward her and ripped her up by her blonde hair before sending her face first into the steel ring steps.

Randy heard Michelle shrieking to save her and he needed a breather anyway. Smirking, he took careful aim and when Jetta straightened up, he did a baseball slide right into her, sending her sprawling to the mats while he landed on his feet. Though he had to run when Mark slid through the ropes, the fire in the man's eyes piercing through Randy's own anger and sending a shiver of fear through him.

After making sure Jetta would live, Mark pursued Randy.

Fuck the rules.

Jetta groaned, holding her side as she gripped the barricade, knowing she'd already done the damage and looked over, seeing Michelle was knocked out. She pulled herself up, feeling some fans patting her arm and nodded at them with a smile as she turned around in time to see Mark pounding the living hell out of Randy. She limped over, favoring her side since it hurt more than her back, watching with sick satisfaction as Randy was slowly taken apart. She looked over, seeing blood seeping down Michelle's face and walked over to Mark's side of the ring, knowing she'd done the damage she wanted too.

Mark was systematically breaking bones, making sure to keep his back to the camera, refusing to allow the cameraman a close up of what he was doing. A smirk covered his face as he listened to each CRACK, knowing audio wouldn't pick up on it due to the screams from the fans, not to mention Randy's own screaming. He did however look up when Glen's music blasted. Gripping Randy by the hair, he tossed him into the ring.

Glen slid into the ring, ignoring the referee who was trying to bring some sort of order to the match. "My turn." He growled.

Randy was screaming like a bitch.

Jetta was actually laughing as she watched this, shaking her head, slowly walking up the steps and slid into the ring. She stayed in the corner, nodding at Mark when he looked into her eyes, silently telling him she was alright. She blinked when he went to the outside and dragged Michelle in, refusing to stop him for whatever he was going to do to her. The woman had put them through hell and now she was going to pay the price. Jetta just sat on the top turnbuckle, her honey blonde hair flowing down her back, still holding her side. She probably had a bruised rib, nothing she couldn't work through and watched as Mark grabbed Michelle by the throat, the bitch stumbling on her feet, watching as her eyes flew open.

"No! No!" Michelle screamed, her shrieks becoming louder as Glen's hand joined Mark's, her eyes wide as she stared at the two men. A second later she was high in the air. The breath left her when she was slammed down, the men not easing the landing like they would have done in a normal match, passing out instantly.

Glen stared down at Randy who was now bleeding from the mouth. "I think I'll fly." He said musingly, going to climb the turnbuckle.

Mark held Randy up long enough for Glen to leap, stepping out of harms way.

Her blue eyes sparkled as she stood up and clapped, feeling Mark walk over to stand between her legs, placing her hands on his shoulders. She was his valet after all and watched as Glen got up with ease before delivering the fifth choke slam to Randy. She let Mark go as he went to finish the job, not even flinching when Glen got up on the ropes to fly again, jumping down and delivering a spike Tombstone Piledriver, hoping they snapped Randy's neck in half. She hopped down and watched as the ref slid in the ring counting the three as Mark pinned him, his tongue snaking out as the music sounded through the speakers. Jetta walked over and bent down, her mouth right by Randy's ear.

"You wanted me to hate you and you got your wish. I hope you never recover." She then stood up as Mark lifted her in his arms, pressing her forehead to his and knew he was breaking character, especially when he kissed her in front of millions.

Rules had been thrown out the window a long time ago when it came to Jetta. Her name was branded on his throat, the fans knew her name. He did not give a flying leap what anyone thought. He wanted the world to know she belonged to him and him to her. He growled against her lips, finally pulling away to press his nose to hers, eyes locking.

"You need to see the trainer." He murmured.

"Can I get some loving too?"

"I'm fine." She whispered, seeing how worried he was, and sighed as she reluctantly nodded. "Alright fine, I'll go see the trainer." She smiled when he physically relaxed and kissed him again before being set on her feet, walking over and hugged Glen tightly around the neck. This was her best friend's husband, her new best friend. "Thank you Glen." She whispered, slowly pulling back and walked over to the ropes as she hopped down to the mats, seeing the Brothers of Destruction following. She smiled as Mark took her hand, lacing their fingers together, and leaned against him before taking Glen's hand, raising their arms up in the air in victory. The fans were going crazy, the sound deafening, and they slipped through the curtains as Jetta held her side.

Once backstage, Mark pretty much threw her pride out the window and picked Jetta up princess style in his arms, his long strides quickly taking them to the trainer's room where he deposited her on the table. "She took a slide to the ribs." He stated, knowing Larry saw it.

"At full speed." Glen added helpfully.

"I saw that. I was hoping she would get it checked out."

"Didn't really have a choice." Jetta cracked a smile, feeling Mark kiss her hand, and winked in reassurance, grimacing when Larry pressed against her side.

"I want an honest answer, Jets." Larry stated, causing her eyes to lock with his. "On a scale from one to ten. One being just a minor pain and ten being excruciating, how bad does it hurt?"

"It's tender and sore, but I can breathe normally. I'll say a 5."

"Good." Larry pressed against her side again, nodding, and finally pulled back. "It's just bruised, you're going to want to put some ice on it. It's not cracked or broken, you were lucky."

"This means no sex because Mark's fat ass is liable to change that cracked and broken bit."

"For someone who just sent a man to the hospital, you're awfully damn cheery."

"Two things, first of all, he was on his way there BEFORE I came. Two, yes, I am cheery, beating the shit out of people does that to me."

"Annoying prick." Mark rolled his eyes, looking down at Jetta. "Besides the ice, anything else?"

"Sex is going to have to be limited, but if it's slow and not..."

"Fucking?"

Larry chuckled with a nod, patting her shoulder gently, and commented, "You still haven't lost your spunk."

"I never will." She assured him and smiled as Mark lifted her up again, shaking her head, biting back a wave of pain as Larry handed her some painkillers. "Thanks hon."

"No problem, take care Jets. A heating pad will help too, but I recommend ice more than anything."

"Which means," Glen began, following them as the pair walked out of the room. "You should probably take the top Jetta, so his fat ass don't crush you."

"Glen-"

"Man, think about it. I'm trying to help her. Just imagine the view." Glen held his hands up in front of him, as if studying a picture, Mark falling back a step to stand by him. "Her, riding you, those lovely breasts rising and falling with each bounce."

"You do have a point." Mark conceded, then slapped Glen upside his bald head. "But stop thinking about my woman like that."

Jetta giggled harder, shaking her head. "I'm telling Cayla." She threatened, causing Glen's eyes to nearly pop out of their skull, smirking wickedly. "How would she feel if she knew that you picture me like that?"

"Jetta, you wouldn't..."

"Oh, but I would Glenie boy. So unless you don't want to be castrated, I'd stop while you were ahead."

Glen grumbled and walked away, hearing both her and Mark laughing behind him, flipping them the bird over his shoulder.

Mark was chuckling under his breath, wondering how Glen would manage to get out of that one if Jetta should choose to divulge that information anyway. "You are a vicious wench." He murmured, entwining his fingers with hers.

They both halted as they watched Randy being wheeled by, unconscious, and very likely unable to wrestle ever again. He snorted, unable to keep the smirk off his face. After a moment's consideration, he flipped the gurney, looking innocent when there was a sickening crunch.

Jetta just walked by like nothing happened, smiling as Mark's arms wrapped around her waist. "Now who's vicious?" She purred, not even looking behind her as Michelle was wheeled out next. She was done with that bitch and hoped Michelle didn't cause them anymore problems. Mark belonged to her and she to him. Nothing would ever change that. They picked their bags up from the dressing room and walked out of the arena, hand in hand. She stopped when she seen the Harley and grinned, her blue eyes sparkling, looking up at Mark who had a mischievous grin on his face. "We're not taking the plane are we?" She giggled when he shook his head and kissed her softly as they walked toward it. She mounted it with ease, watching him put their things in the huge saddlebags, having had this planned and instantly wrapped her arms around his waist as soon as he mounted in front of her. "Ready to roll?"

"Yeah, if you start hurting worse, let me know." He ordered, glancing back at her.

When Jetta just rolled her eyes, Mark snorted. Moments later, they were peeling out of the parking lot. He made sure to cut off the ambulance, smirking when it squealed to a halt. His laughter reached her as he sped off. Now that Randy and Michelle had been taken care of, he felt much better.

Sometimes this man amazed her with his recklessness, but Jetta loved it. It was one of the many reasons why she fell in love with him, why she had agreed to come on the road with him after they met up one year after their encounter at Sturgis. That memory would forever live in her mind, but they were making new ones as she kissed his back, sighing in sheer contentment. Wherever the future lead them, Jetta was ready to roll and she knew Mark was as well.

The End.