Undertaker Fanfic

Ch. 3

After what seemed like hours, the meeting was finally done. I was following Mark when Mr. McMahon called me.
"What is it," I asked as he looked concerned to me.
"I don't know how to say this, but your the female wrestler that's gonna be on team WWE when we go against WCW. Got it," he asked.
"What? Are you out of your damn mind? I'm not going on that team. Yes, I'll support y'all, but being part of the team? Does Mark know about this," I asked as I rose my voice.
"That's why I told you so you could tell him. That way he can be a part of the team, too," he said before I grabbed his throat, and pinned him against the wall.
"You better not do anything stupid to me, Undertaker, or anyone here on WWE because if you do, you'll have a visit from me, and I am not in the fucking mood to clean up your fucking mess so you better watch your ass before you get yourself in a bunch of trouble. Also, I swear if you turn WWE into chaos, it will be one hell of a night for you, Vince McMahon," I said as I let go of him, and exited the building.
I'll say this.... I felt very proud of myself. I smiled to myself to see The Miz coming my way.
"Hey, beautiful, wanna come to my condo and have some fun," he asked slyly. I rolled my eyes in disgust, and tried to walk away, but he held a firm grasp of my wrist. I started yelling for help, and I saw Mark running towards me, but something snapped in me.
I punched Miz, and I kicked him in the groin. He yelled in pain, and he fell to the ground. I walked to Mark, and we hugged. He walked to Miz, and grabbed his shirt.
"The next time you touch my woman and say something like that to my woman, I'm gonna whoop your ass, boy," he said through gritted teeth, and he let go of Miz. We walked to his motorcycle, and the ride home was silence.
"Baby, I'm sorry he did that to you. I promise it won't happen again," he said as we entered the house, and went for his recliner.
"It's fine, Mark. I'm used to it. Guys did that all the time when I was in High School, but I never went with them so they would push me around, and bully me. In College, it was basically the same fucking thing so I'm used to it," I explained as I sat on the sofa.
He waved for me to sit in his lap, and that's what I did. I got in his lap, and he intertwined our hands. I put my head on his chest, and he put his head against mine.
Just then, we got a knock on the door. I got up, and answered it.
"Hey, Glenn, come on in," I said as Glenn came in. I closed the door, and sat on Mark's lap as we talked.
"There's this new rookie. His name is Dwayne Johnson, he goes by The Rock, and he was talking some smack about you," Glenn said as Mark cussed under his breath.
"If he does talk anymore shit about me, it's one ticket to Hell, and then another ticket to Get Your Ass Kicked City," he stated.
I laughed at his choice of words as Glenn chuckled. Mark gave us the cold stare, and Glenn instantly shut his mouth. I didn't. I just chuckled, and Mark just shook his head.
Glenn soon left, and Mark and I were left on his recliner watching tv. It was a slow day that was full of shit and joyous moments.