Good-Bye Girl
Chapter 1
*****
Undertaker you always talk about taking souls and
stealing lives...protecting your family...Being the big dog in the yard...but
your nothing but a puppy...your nothing...You’re Mark Callaway...a human being
a mortal...a soul put on earth to be a professional fake wrestler...I’ve killed
more people in my life then you’ve wrestled matches...the difference between
you and me is you hear the things that go bump in the night...and I am the
thing that goes bump in the night.
Are you scared yet?
You should be.
The Watcher
*****
Lieutenant-Commander (LCDR) Mike Jones of the
United States Navy SEAL operation placed the disturbing letter on his desk and
looked across to his youngest and brightest follower Navy SEAL Lieutenant AJ
Myers. Although, yes she was a woman,
Mike knew she was the best person for the protection job that the Navy SEALS
had been assigned to.
The Watcher, as the stalker liked to call himself,
really was a master at the art of murder.
The Special-Op That AJ lead had been tracking The Watcher for 3 years
now, never getting any closer to catching the son of a bitch, who just seemed
to out smart everyone including the SEALS.
The watcher picks random people out of the blue
and stalks them for months on end...he even went as far as stalking a woman for
a full 12 months before he finally killed her.
He was the type of person who lived and breathed
off of fear...that is...other peoples fear...if you was terrified, petrified,
shaking, paranoid, anxiety ridden, or just plain scared shitless...he knew it
was because of him...and he loved it...he was the type of person who woke up
every morning, just to put the fear of God into someone.
No one could really ever know the Watchers
identity...no one lived long enough to tell police what he looked like...or if
it was a he at all...the fact that it was assumed he was a male was because
most of the female victims he murdered had been raped 7 hours after riga mortis
had started setting in. Some victims even
had the tips of their fingers cut off and decapitated so authorities couldn’t
identify the bodies.
Mike looked at AJ...it was true, they had dated at
one point, but AJ was so goal oriented...this was her dream job, being the
youngest Lieutenant in the Navy SEALS...to lead a bunch of men around, catching
the bad guys and saving the good guys...She was the first Woman Navy SEAL on
the base, and proved to every one why she was the toughest bitch there.
AJ was 5’10” and 125lbs, small but well trained in
the art of ass kicking...Mike had seen AJ take down a man who was 600 lbs of
shit, slap a pair of plastic restraints on his wrists and ankles, hog tied him
and was callin’ suey as she paged for the MPs.
AJ was a big tom boy, but she was all woman...she could
be sexy one minute and rough your ass up the next if the moment warranted
it. She had waist length brunette hair
with blonde highlights, which she kept in a black Navy SEAL baseball cap...She
also had the biggest blue eyes...Mike had seen guys get lost in her eyes before
and was almost tempted to throw them a rope...that’s how she sucked him in.
Chapter 2
Mike said, “I don’t know Alyssa...You’ve been on
this case for 3 years now...Now you’re going to have to go under cover with
this wrestler, and protect him, while you leave Jimmy second in command to keep
up the intelligence of this case...Can you do this...Can you pretend to be a
wife whose married to a wrestler AJ?”
Alyssa said, “Damn it Mike...don’t ask me a
question that you don’t sound confident about...Cause you’re either gonna have
the confidence in me that I can get the job done, or you’re just gonna send me
out on this assignment on a hope and a prayer.
You already know, that I know I can do it...Jimmy and the guys know I
can do it...and they know what’s expected of them...Please the least you could
do is have confidence enough in me that you know I’m not going to get myself or
this guy killed...and that this time around no body fucks up and we catch this
god damn guy.”
Mike threw his hands up in defense and said,
“Fine. I know you can do it...I’m just a
little scared for you...You have been gathering intelligence information on the
watcher for a few years now...but now you’re going to be in a fake marriage to
someone who is currently on his hit list.
I don’t wanna walk up to the house, ravine, or stream and you be one of
the bodies we pull out instead of some other poor soul who was murdered by this
asshole.”
AJ stood up and said, “Mike, I can do it. Just put a little faith into other people.”
Mike smirked and said, “I put faith into people
everyday...I even have faith in you...I know what kind of a protector and
leader you are...I’m just a little leery of the whole situation...You know how
I feel about you AJ. You’ve known how I
felt about you since we first met and start dating...So putting you in a
situation with this animal who can’t seem to stop murdering people...let’s just
say it’s not the brightest idea that the Government has come up with.”
Alyssa walked around the desk and sat on the
corner of it...and took Mike’s hand in hers and said, “I know how you feel
Mike...and you know I reciprocate your feelings for me...hell I can’t get
within 3 feet of you without having to go back to my apartment and changing my
panties...you know the effect you have on me...”
Alyssa patted his hand and stood up to leave the
office...Mike followed her to the door.
She said, “When this assignment came in 2 months ago and every one was
deciding they wanted me to do it...We agreed to put us on hold...I don’t like
it anymore then you do...but guess what...I’m tired of this asshole murdering
innocent people and getting away with it.
I want him taken down...I don’t want one more person to lose their lives
because we couldn’t do our job...I’ll be back before you know it...and I
promise to be careful...or at least as careful as I can.”
Alyssa started to open the door, when Mike spun
her around and pushed her back against his office door...Their lips met in a
slow, sensual, wet kiss...his tongue sliding in her mouth...her hands gripped
his bi-cepts...his hands touching places he knew would react to his
touch...Mike heard the moan come from her...he knew he better stop before they
couldn’t stop.
Mike pulled away and kissed the tip of her nose
lightly and said, “Take care of yourself Aly.”
She smiled and kissed his cheek and said, “I
will.”
She kissed her index finger and touched his lips,
and walked out the door...Oh yea fresh panties were definitely the first thing
she’d get when she got to her apartment.
Chapter 3
“Mr. McMahon...There’s a...AJ Myers here
to...uh...see you.” The blonde’s voice
from the intercom came. Vince wasn’t
expecting anyone...At least his appointment wasn’t for another 15 minutes and
it was with a Mike Jones. Vince probably
figured it was some guy who’d found a way around his wrestler hiring system and
made an appointment with him.
Vince chuckled to himself and figured this was
going to be fun scaring this little boy who thought he was a man. Vince leaned over and pushed the intercom
button down and said, “Send AJ in please Tammy.” Tammy said, “Yes sir, Mr. McMahon.”
Vince stood up from his desk and pulled his pants
snuggly around his waist...puffed his chest out ready to ‘give it all he’s
got’...The door swung open and in walked a lady and a man in military
uniforms...Vince nearly fell over. Vince
swallowed and said, “Is there something I can help you with?”
The young man stepped forward and said, “Yes, Mr.
McMahon...We’re with the United States Navy SEALS Special-Op team...We were
sent here on assignment.” Vince invited
the 2 to sit down and explain themselves.
About an hour later, Vince was absolutely blown
away. He couldn’t believe they’d known
about the stalker Mark Callaway had. He
looked at the young lady and said, “And you want to pose as Mark’s wife, and
hope everyone goes along with it well enough that you can get the stalker close
enough to catch him before he kills someone else.” I looked at Vince, nodded and said, “Yes
sir.”
Mike moved around and said, “Alyssa is the best of
the best from our base...she’s been tracking the Watcher for 3 years...and
every month she gets a little closer...we think if she associates herself with
someone who is already on this psycho’s hit list then it would be easier for
her to catch his rotten ass.” Vince
said, “I don’t know...Mark can be king of...What’s the word I’m looking
for?” I said, “Stand offish?” Mike said, “Bad Mannered?”
Vince smiled and said, “Temperamental.”
Mike chuckled and said, “Well that’s okay,
Alyssa’s whole team is a bunch of men...I think one temperamental man won’t
really be that big of a deal.”
Vince chuckled at their naive ness and had to give
them credit...they had balls...not sure what they were using for brains...but they
had balls none the less.
Vince said, “Well...Let’s just say I’m giving you
a warning right now...there are a few things you never...and I do mean NEVER
want to do around Mark...One would be gossiping about other people in the
company...Two would be Do Not under any circumstance touch his motorcycles,
even if he’s crushed under one and bleeding to death...don’t touch...and three
would be never wake him up if he’s not had at least 9 hours of sleep...he’s a
bear when he first wakes up.”
I smiled and said, “I think I can handle it.” Vince said, “Don’t act too confident, cause
sometimes he can be mistaken as being cocky...and cockiness isn’t really a big
thing in this company...unless the characters are called for it.” I nodded and said, “Yes sir.” Vince said, “Now all I have to do is try to
think of a way to make Mark go along with this whole thing.” Mike said, “That’s easy...It’s a matter of
whether or not he lives or dies...
I said, “It’s just that simple.”
Vince went ahead and had his secretary call Mark’s
cell phone and let him know he was to go to Vince’s office ASAP. Mark grumbled around about what the meaning
was about...it had better be something important...Mark was just getting ready
to lay down and take a small nap before he had to be at the arena for Raw.
Mark pulled his unruly dark auburn mane back into
a low tail and pushed his sunglasses on as he swiped his motorcycle keys from
the hotel dresser and slammed the door shut.
As he rode to the arena, he kept thinking about the freak weirdo who had
been sending him these stupid death threat letters, messing with his house,
messing with his bikes...
He was at a point where he was just tempted to
stand outside and wait for the little bastard to face him...but he figured if
this guy was such a man, he would have come at him face to face a long time
ago. Mark just started figuring it was
some female stalker...his female fans were known to be rather bold and
sometimes stupid.
As soon as Mark’s bike pulled up to the back people
scattered...he looked like he was in the beginning of a bad mood, and really
didn’t look like he wanted to be messed with for the company or any one
else. Mark pulled his finger less gloves
off and tucked them in his back pocket and spit what was left of his chew on
the concreted ground, before he walked in the arena...Vince had a huge policy
about the wrestlers who dipped chewing in the arenas...it was strictly
forbidden.
Mark clipped his bike keys on his belt loop and
stalked through the back halls of the arena looking for the door marked
Vince. He found it and knocked on the
door.
Chapter 4
I was sitting next to Mike when a loud round of
thuds was beat against the door to Vince’s office. Vince shook us off and in a loud clear voice
said, “C’mon in Mark.” The door opened
and in walked the biggest man I’d seen in my entire life...I almost had to
crane my neck to look up at him...
He had to of been about 6’10” Maybe 7 feet tall,
and anywhere around 300-325lbs. He was
huge...Long auburn hair to the middle of his back but he had it pulled back
nicely. His long well muscled legs clad
in tight jeans, big black steel toed boots, and a black sleeveless Deadman Inc
T-shirt on...that seemed to fit him like a second skin...he had tattoos
covering him from shoulder to wrist on both arms...
My mind began to wonder if he had tattoos anywhere
else on his body.
A deep gruff southern accented voice said, “What
the hell is going on Vince?” Vince
pushed back and stood up and said, “Now, hold on Mark, before you go getting
your nose bent out of joint...I think there are a couple of people here you
might want to meet and listen to.” Mark
looked over at us...he lowered his sunglasses and looked at Mike first then
me...he had an amazing set of emerald green eyes...
Mark pushed his sunglasses back up and said,
“Nope.” And started to leave, when a
female voice said, “Mr. Callaway, would you rather we discuss the situation
now, or in 3 months when we fish your dead ass out of some river?” Mark turned around and the female was
standing up with her hands on her hips...Mark suddenly released she was in some
type of military...she had military fatigues on. Mark said, “And you are?”
I stepped up and said, “United States Navy SEALS
Lieutenant Alyssa Myers, Mr. Callaway.”
Mark walked over and said, “So that whole fishing my dead ass out of a
river comment, is that some type of threat?”
I said, “No sir, it’s a future promise...A future promise that will come
true if you don’t listen to what me and Lieutenant Commander Mike Jones have to
say. It’s a serious matter...and it
needs to be dealt with right now.”
Vince said, “Ya see Mark...” Mark put his hand up and Vince stopped
talking...Mark said, “No let miss talkative here tell me.” I said, “I don’t care what you call every one
else...but I have a name...you can call me Alyssa, Aly, Lieutenant or LT...But
Miss Talkative is not my name.”
Mark swallowed the string of cuss words he wanted
to hurl at this woman who was interrupting his nap...he said, “Fine...
Lieutenant...Get on with it, but make it quick.”
Mark leaned against Vince’s desk and I said, “I’m
the leader of a Special-Ops group whose been tracking the man who calls himself
the Watcher...Who as your well aware of made you his latest number 1 target on
his hit list. I was sent here on a
special mission, for nothing more then to act as your wife and hopefully catch
the son of a bitch whose killed more people then you’ve had birthdays...Me and
my team have been tracking the animal for 3 years...each year we get a little
closer, but with putting someone with you to pose as your wife, would be
getting us much more closer to catching him.”
I exhaled a little and continued, “He’s by no
means some stupid fan...and make no mistake about it Mr. Callaway he’s not
stupid at all...he’s a highly intelligent individual...He’s so good at killing
that no one knows what he looks like...no one knows anything about his
appearance...we have one person...one who survived one of his killing
sprees...and even they couldn’t tell you what he looks like...because he’s so
quick and so fast, that by the time you’ve been stabbed, shot or strangled it’s
too late...you’re already dead...”
Mark said, “Just exactly how many people has he
killed?”
I said, “65...He’s on the top ten America’s Most
Wanted list, not to mention a few wanted lists in Germany, France, Italy, Japan, China, Russia, and
Canada. He kills who he wants; when he
wants and then disappears without a trace...The devil didn’t make him do it,
and his dog Sam never told him to murder anyone for fun...hell he might even be
the long lost brother of Charles Manson for all we know...Killing to him is a
game, he lives off other peoples fear...and if he can feel your fear then it
helps keep him going...your fear is the reason he goes to sleep every night and
killing someone and knowing they will be terrified of dying is the reason he
wakes up every morning. And right now
those are the only reasons he needs.”
Mark looked at the brunette and said, “So you’re
going to pose as my wife...and hopefully catch him before he kills me? Do you honestly think that will work?” Alyssa said, “Honestly....Yes...What do you
have to lose? You know...Other then your
life?” Mark ran his huge hand down his face
and pulled on his go-tee a little and said, “Fine...but don’t go getting
yourself killed...and you’re gonna need to get yourself in to something a
little less obvious there GI Jane.”
I looked at Mike as I walked by with my bag and
said, “Great I’m working with a comedian here.”
I walked into the bathroom Vince showed me to and changed in to street
clothes...Making sure to pull my jean legs down to where no one could tell I
was where my 9m.m. I checked and made sure the safety was on and it was clipped
snuggly into the holster strapped to my steel toed boots.
I pushed the bathroom door open and thought
‘Well...here goes nothing.’
Chapter 5
Mark stood up when the brunette walked out of the
bathroom...He looked at her and was nearly blown out of his own boots...she
couldn’t possible be the same woman that walked in there...Mark walked over and
looked in the bathroom...and she looked at him like he was on some serious
crack...she said, “Something I can help you with Mr. Callaway?”
Mark turned and looked at her and said, “Yea...I
wanna know where the little girl is who just walked in there...cause you
couldn’t possibly be her...she had less hair then you...and she looked like a
tough little balls to the wall woman...who are you?” She fished in a backpack she had and took out
a small card and said, “Well, according to this I’m Alyssa Callaway computer
Technician for WWE.”
Mark laughed hard from the back of his throat...as
I handed him my business card and new ‘fake’ driver’s license. I smiled because he was amused. Mark looked down and said, “Hey look she
smiles too.” I said, “I always
smile...well unless the situation doesn’t warrant it...you know natural
disaster...dead body...all the fun stuff.”
Mark said, “And she’s got a sense of humor...Vince where did you find
her?” Vince laughed and said, “She
actually found us Mark.”
Mike walked over and said, “You know I have to
leave now...pretending to be your big brother is hard...I’ll just call it
incestuous thoughts while we’re apart.”
I giggled a little and touched his cheek...I said, “Thanks for believing
in me.” Mike said, “You’re the
best...How could I not?” I nodded and
said, “Don’t forget to get to the hotel rooms before us and do a sweep, so we
know it’s not bugged...I’ll be looking for your notes on the bathroom mirror
like always.”
Mike brushed his thumb over my lips and said, “Be
careful please.” I said, “I will...don’t
worry so much...this will be over before you know it...no worries.” Mike leaned down and brushed his lips against
mine and we hugged tight. Mark walked up
and held out his hand...I knew I’d have to pretend to be his wife...so as I
took Mark’s hand...I felt a small jolt...like a shock run through my body...it
was weird. Mike kissed my hand and
watched as we walked out hand in hand laughing and talking like a real married
couple.
Mark walked us down to the parking garage and his
Harley was there. I walked around it and
Mark said, “You approve of this type of transportation?” I smiled and said, “I have a Kawasaki Ninja
back at the base...So this is like home to me.”
Mark made a face and said, “I don’t do crotch rockets...” I said, “Yea I know Harley’s and Titans are
your passion...you have approximately 25 mixed.” Mark said, “Been doing your homework
huh.” I smiled and said, “Had too.”
Mark said, “Well...slip your back pack on and
let’s get going.” I pulled my backpack
on and Mark swung his leg over the huge bike and fired it up...the rumble of
the bike echoed through the parking garage.
It was sweet music to my ears.
Mark held his hand out and I took it as he showed me where to step to
get on...He grabbed my hands and wrapped them around his chest...and yelled if
I was ready over the bike...I nodded and he took off like a bat out of hell.
The ride to the hotel was excellent...the wind
whipping through my long brunette hair...when we got to the hotel...a guy met
us out front and said, “Mrs. Callaway the double bed room you request is in
room 525 on the 5th floor.”
And then he winked at me. I
looked at Mark and push my finger over my lips to keep him from saying
anything. I took Mark’s hand and lead
him through the hotel to the elevator...Mark started to say something but I
shook my head no as we rode up the elevator in silence.
We got into the room and I locked the door behind
us and then made him stay in the living area as I pulled my 9 mm out and looked
around quietly and carefully, as I made my way to the bathroom...where there
was a note from Mike that said the room was completely clean.
I walked back out and said, “Okay it’s safe to
talk now...sorry...You can’t say anything personal when you’re not in a
protected room.”
Mark said, “Damn your stealthy girl...do I have to
worry about your gun?” I said,
“Nope.” I clicked the safety on and put
it back in my back pack. Mark said, “I
don’t approve of guns unless it’s for protection or hunting.”
I said, “Well it’s here so I can protect
you.” Mark chuckled a little and he
said, “All my life I’ve never needed a woman to protect me...I’m mean
honestly...do I look like I’m scared of anything?”
I laughed and said, “No...I can imagine a man your
size can intimidate even the creepiest intruder...hell even if I can take down
600 lb men...you intimidate me...but it has a lot to do with your presence. You look like the ‘take no shit from anyone’
kind of guy.” Mark said, “Smart
woman.” I said, “By the way...I’m
supposed to be stealthy...I’m a navy SEAL.”
Chapter 6
We ordered some dinner and sat at the table and
ate...Mark said, “So why the Navy SEALS?”
I put my fork down and said, “I really don’t know
why...I guess it was just a snap decision I made after my first marriage
failed.” Mark said, “You don’t look that
old...you must’ve been quite young when you was married.”
I said, “Yea...I was 18....Yea...pretty
stupid. We were married for about 6
months when I found out my mom had died from cancer...I flew home to go to the
funeral and check on my father...when I flew back home to my husband...I walked
into the house and it was completely empty...There was a note on the kitchen
counter that said, he’d fallen in love with some college girl, and she was
pregnant with his kid, he was going to marry her...he said he’d sold the house
to a nice family, and sold the furniture and put all my things in storage...”
I sighed a little and continued, “He left me half
the money he made from the house and half the money from the furniture
sale...and also left the key and address to the storage place. I was heart broken...I was mad that I’d
completely let him knock me off my feet...I decided I wasn’t going to ever let
another man do that to me again. So I
joined the Navy...and after all my testing, physical, mental and IQ...I sort of
fit this profile that said I should try out for the Navy SEALS team.”
We moved over to the couch and I said, “The
Admiral actually okayed my 6 weeks of SEALS training...I went through
everything like the rest of the guys...none of them liked the fact that a woman
was training with them...The SEALS teams were strictly men only teams. But I was in a male dominated military
branch, any shit the guys dished out I took it...but I came back at them with
150% more. They actually found a guy who
was 600lbs to try and attack me...I took him down and hog tied him while I
called the MPs. From then on the guys
had nothing but respect for me...even after I became their Lieutenant in charge
of one of the Special-Op Teams.”
I said, “So why wrestling?”
Mark said, “Well...I originally had a scholarship
to play pro-basketball over seas...and I was about 1 or 2 credits away from
graduating college when I had a change of heart...I used to work out and there
was a guy trying to convince me that because of my size I could hack it as a
pro-wrestler...I tried it...and once I started I didn’t wanna stop...After
working with Ted Turned and him telling me I’d never be a main eventer...and
that no one would pay to see me in as a headlining wrestler...I was a little
discouraged...but I got a call from Vince...and the rest as they say is
history.”
I laughed and said, “I bet Ted Turner is just
kicking himself in the head right now. I
have to confess I used to watch you a few years ago...and I was quite impressed
because you’re billed as a giant in the wrestling industry...but you don’t move
like one...your agile, and fast...and well you remind me of a cat...you watch
your pry long enough to know what they are going to do, then you strike when
they are at their most vulnerable and bam...finished.”
I walked over and pulled clothes out of my
suitcase and said, “You don’t mind if I shower first do you Mr. Callaway?” He laughed and said, “I won’t as long as you
stop calling me mister...Just call me Mark...you’re supposed to be my wife...if
someone he’s you calling me mister the jig will be up.” I smiled and said, “Okay Mark...I’m going to
go shower...I’ll be right out.”
Mark nodded as he plopped on one of the double
beds and turned the news on.
Mark was leaning back on the bed when the bathroom
door opened and Alyssa walked out in Black shorts and a tank top. Mark groaned inwardly...This was going to be
tougher then he thought trying to stay in the same hotel and pretending this
woman was his wife...when he really wanted to treat her like a wife and fuck
her brains out right now.
Mark felt himself get hard and he jumped up from
the bed and said, “Well...I guess I’ll go shower now...make yourself
comfortable...” ‘Damn it why does she
have to have a boyfriend...This sucks.’
I looked over at Mark and said,
“Okay...thanks.” I plop on the bed and
can’t believe how sexy Mark is...No wonder he’s got hordes of women falling at
his feet....you could orgasm from one word of his sexy southern accented
voice...I should know, I almost did.
Which was why I took a shower...
I was in total need of a wet nap and a fresh pair
of panties...but then again who the hell wouldn’t need a wet nap and fresh
panties after looking at that man.
‘DAMN...this is going to be harder then I thought...too bad we can’t
play house for real...I’d love for him to fuck my brains out right now.’
Chapter 7
About 4 months later, Alyssa was getting on Mark’s
nerves...the feeling of wanting to fuck her brains out was replaced by the
feeling of wanting to toss her ass into a ring full of big ass wrestlers and
letting them use her as practice.
I knew I’d been getting on Mark’s nerves with all
my rules and regulations...but hey it was keeping him alive so far.
Mark really had had it with miss know it all...She
had way too many rules for him to follow...and he was getting tired of her
chaperoning him around like a fuckin’ child.
Mark waited until she was in the shower this morning and took off...He
left a note at the front desk, that said he’d be at the arena...and he’d meet
her there.
He took off on his bike...knowing full well him
leaving put him in danger...but the last few weeks were on his nerves...he just
needed to ride around Scot free for 2 minutes.
I got out of the shower and walked into the
bedroom in a towel...I noticed Mark’s bag was missing...I walked over and
looked out into the sitting area and no Mark...I checked around the hotel and
still no Mark. I called down to the
front desk and got an ‘I’m sorry Mrs. Callaway but your husband checked out and
said he’d meet you at the arena.’
I was going to kill me one redneck
undertaker.
I took off getting dressed in a mad mile
dash...and stuffing my shit into my bag.
I ran down 13 flights of steps instead of waiting for the laggin’ ass
elevator and then out to my rental car.
I drove at practical break neck speeds to get to
the arena. I pulled in and saw Mark’s
Titan sitting near the back door...I was so pissed I really wanted to walk by
and kick the fucker over...but decided kicking would consist of my foot in
Mark’s stubborn ass.
I walked down the back stage hallways, and found
Lisa Marie…or better know as the resident WWE Psycho Diva Victoria…I said, “Hey
Lisa, Have you seen my husband anywhere?”
She said, “Oh yea…Mark is down in the ring sweetie…With
that new dish Nathan Jones.” I smiled
and said, “I’ll remember that when I see the dish later.” She winked at me and took off down to the gym
in the arena.
I walked down to the ring and said, “Um…Excuse me
Mr. Callaway.”
Mark knew it was her…the robo bitch…Mark felt
himself cringe and then felt his temper rise as the guys sitting around the
ring laughed at her calling him Mr. Callaway…A few even said ‘Oh you’re in for
it now with your old lady Taker.’…
Mark zipped around and clenched his teeth together
and said, “Yes DEAR?” I swaggered up to
the ring and said, “Darling you left me at the hotel all by my
lonesome…something BAD could’ve happened.”
Mark said, “Yes but darlin’ you’re married to me…no fool in his right
mind would THINK of messin’ with you…you could whip anyone’s ass.”
A voice said, “I’ll have to mess with her then
sometime I’d love for her to whip my ass…I’ll bring the whips and chains if
you’ll bring the handcuffs Aly.” I
looked over at David Bautista and swung my hip to the side while placing my
hand on my hip and said, “Bring it on big man.”
Mark’s voice dropped…like he was talking from his
nut sake as he popped David in the arm and said, “That’s my wife you’re talking
to like that boy.” David put his hands
up in defense and Mark looked down at me…He said, “You want to hash this out
now?” I put my hands on my hips very
defiantly and said, “For the sake of…divorce or death which ever comes
first…yes.”
Mark got out of the ring and hopped off the apron
and quirked his finger at me and said, “Come with me…now.” I saluted him and said, “Yes Captain
Weenie.” This earned rowdy arena
laughter from all the other guys down by the ring.
Chapter 8
I followed Mark up the ramp and as soon as we
disappeared behind the curtain, Mark grabbed my hand and jerked me down the
hall. I felt something snap in my hand
and wrist…Burning, pinching pain was radiating through my hand and wrist up my
forearm…
I wanted to cry…but as a Navy SEAL…you are taught
no crying no matter what it shows the enemy weakness…even from women. Mark shoved open his dressing room door and
swung me around and into the room while slamming it shut and glaring at
me.
I held my arm to my chest and started walking
around and yelled, “OF ALL THE STUPID, IMMATURE, STUBBORN ASSED THINGS YOU
COULD’VE DONE…LEAVING THE HOTEL WITHOUT ME WAS ONE OF THE BIGGEST AND STUPIDEST
MISTAKES YOU COULD’VE MADE…I REALISE YOUR THIS FEARLESS PERSON, BUT GUESS WHAT
THE MAN WHOSE TRYING TO FUCKIN’ KILL YOU DOESN’T CARE IF YOU’RE A 16 YEAR OLD
PUNK KID SHAKING IN HIS BOOTS OR A OVER 30 STUBBORNED ASSED REDNECK…THIS WAS
STUPID BULLSHIT TO PULL…IF THAT FUCKIN’ PSYCHO KILLS YOU…I WILL DANCE A FUCKIN’
JIG ON YOUR GRAVE.”
I paced around the room a little more…I said,
“Look Mark, I realize you’re not the biggest fan of me having to tag a long
with you and I’m not being cocky but I’m telling you the truth…if he decides to
ever come after you…I can keep you from getting killed…you’ve got to trust me
on this…I might look like a teenager, but I’ve been in the Navy SEALS long
enough to know how to handle what I’m doing.”
All of a sudden a booming “SHUT UP!” From Mark’s mouth rang through the dressing
room. I jumped at his booming
voice.
Mark said, “I don’t care if this guy kills me or
not...I don’t want you coming around when I’m in the ring...I earned years of
respect and get respect from every person who works here cause I’ve been here
the longest...and what was going on out there just now, was anything short of
respect. When it comes to these arenas
and the rings it’s my home...my motto It’s My Yard...When someone comes into my
arena or ring, I don’t ask them for anything but respect...I don’t know how
you’ve gotten as far as you have as a Navy SEAL, because you don’t know what
respect is.”
Mark scoffed and said, “Wait...I should know how
you’ve gotten as far in the SEALS as you have...I saw how you was towards your
Lieutenant Commander...You’ve probably fucked every guy from the little mop
pusher up to the Admiral on every boat the damn Navy has to offer...Well guess
what honey...this is one ship you can’t fuck to get your way with.”
I looked at Mark and said, “Well...Admiral
Asshole...I think you’ve made yourself quite clear...but just to set the record
straight...I went through 6 weeks of SEALS training, plus 4 extra weeks of POW
training...I beat out 25 men in my training section...I made Lieutenant on my
own...I was the first woman Navy SEAL on a base full of men where women only
worked behind the desk...I’m not a pencil pusher...but I am a stickler for
rules and regulations...And that’s the part you hate...you hate being a grown
man and having to depend on a woman with rank in the military...well Mr.
Callaway, get used to it...because if you don’t start listening to me, so help
me God...If your stalker doesn’t get to you first...I’ll put a bullet in your
head myself...and you’ll disappear never to be found again...How’s that for
your respect?”
I walked around Mark and stopped and said, “By the
way...You hurt me...not only physically by with your mouth also...If I ever
hear you utter words about how you think I got my rank in the military...We
will come to blows...and I’ll win. And
as for fucking you to get my way...What makes you think your old little broken
down row boat can match any of the ships I’ve been with? I’ll be at the Emergency Room if you need
anything...Seems someone pulled on my arm just hard enough to snap something.”
Mark stood there and watched as the little bit of
nothing girl walked out of his dressing room...she should have kicked his
ass...by all rights everything he said and insinuated and was disrespectful to
her about saying she used sex to get to her current rank...Mark knew he got off
way easier then he should have...She could have torn his ass up one side and
down the other. But Mark snapped out of
it and finally realized she’d said he’d hurt her verbally and physically. He noticed she was favoring her right hand
and wrist while stalking around the room giving him an ass ripping.
Mark decided to just go back to the hotel and wait
for her to get there...he needed to apologize for the things he’d said to
her. He was in the wrong...he was
usually never wrong about anything...but this time he knew he was...and the
only thing that gave it away was the fact of how she looked him right in the
eye and said she was going to put a bullet in his head...especially when she
was doing her damndest to keep his sorry ungrateful ass alive.
I walked into the hotel room, after being at the
hospital for 3 x-rays and for them to finally tell me, I had a broken finger, a
sprained wrist and a strained muscle in my forearm. The put a white hard Velcro wrist and hand
restraint on my right hand and gave me some pain killers.
The room was completely pitch black...All of a
sudden a light was turned on...I spun around with my gun in my left hand ready
to fire...when I came face to face with Mark sitting on the couch with a bottle
of Jack Daniels in his hand. I looked at
him and slowly lowered my gun as I pushed the safety back on and holstered it.
In a low barely audible voice Mark said, “We need
to talk.” I looked at him and stood
there and said, “So talk.” Mark said,
“No, sit down please...We really need to talk.”
Chapter 9
I walked around and sat in the chair next to the
couch. Mark sat on the edge of the couch
with his elbows resting on his knees...and sighed heavy.
Mark said, “Alyssa, I want to apologize for my
behavior...it was unwarranted and uncalled for...I should of never said those appalling
and degrading things to you...You’re right...I’m an old fashioned kind of
guy...I still believe that men protect the women...not the other way
around...I’m not expecting a tiny girl like you to take care of someone my
size...because it just seems absurd...I still believe that if a man finds a
woman attractive, he should ask her out and not the other way around. The fact that you’re a woman of rank in the
military impresses me...it shows me you’ve got respect for everyone and that
you’ve got the maturity to handle any situation.”
Mark sighed heavy again, he stood up and started
walking around the room and continued, “I have been rather immature all day
today...I’m some what temperamental...and sometimes it blows completely through
the roof...In the 34 years that I’ve been a live, I’ve never raised my hand to
a woman in anger or for any other reason...Even though there are a few who did
rank right up there that could make me flip my top and wanna smack them...I
never have...I’m ashamed of myself for hurting you...I might not have raised my
hand to you but jerking you around like a rag doll is unacceptable. I realize to military standards you’re not
fragile china...but when a man my size yanks you around by any certain part of
your body there is bound to be some type of injury.”
He stopped in front of the sliding glass doors and
pushed his hands into his pockets...he said, “I am taking full responsibility
for your injuries, and I’ve also taken care of your medical bills that I’m sure
have grown in number for the last couple of hours that you was at the ER...I
would however like to keep this discreet...I would prefer you not tell everyone
that I injured you. There are enough
rumors about me in the Non-wrestling world...and a few in the wrestling world that
I can’t seem to escape...I would hate for this to enter either category.”
I nodded and said, “Okay Mark.” Mark said, “Now what bout this ‘old little
broken down row boat’?” I couldn’t help
but laugh as I stood up and said, “Oh that was just me letting my mouth run
away from me again.” I was about to walk
into the bed, when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me around gently.
Mark pushed the beauty against the door and
captured her lips with his...as he lifted her and she wrapped around his
waist...his big hands sliding across her ass....he walked into the bedroom bags
and suitcases went all over...Mark closed the door and laid on top of her on
the bed...
Mark pulled back and pulled her shirt from her body,
as she yanked his t-shirt off...Mark started trailing warm wet kisses down her
neck and throat to her breasts and nipples...
His lips circled around her right rosy nipple and
Alyssa moaned out, “Maark.” Mark’s hands
came up and unbuttoned her jeans and he pulled them down with her panties...he
could already smell her arousal...she kicked her boots and socks off and he
discarded her jeans and panties...as he discarded his jeans.
Alyssa scooted towards the foot of the bed and
took Mark’s massive erection into her tiny hands and stroked him slowly and
methodically slid her tongue up his shaft.
Mark groaned out...as he wrapped his hands in her waist length raven
hair. She took his shaft into her warm
wet mouth...he was in total heaven...but he was trying to keep himself from
exploding in her mouth...he eased himself out of her mouth and laid her back
onto the bed and crawled up her soft small framed body, careful not to crush
her...
She wrapped her legs around his waist and his
erection brushed against her soaking wet center. Making both of them groan at the
friction...Mark slid two fingers into her to make sure she was ready enough for
him...he didn’t want to hurt her...He looked up and she bit her bottom lip as
her back arched and her center was pushed into his hand...oh yea...she was
ready.
Mark moved around and slowly slid his painfully
aching erection into her warm wet center...he could feel her stretching and
accommodating his shaft...all of his shaft...once fully sheathed Mark sat there
for a minute make sure she was fully used to his size...and then slowly started
working his hips back and forth and working his erection in and out of her.
Every time he would push into her she would arch
her back as though she wanted him deeper.
Mark grabbed her knees and pushed them up and apart and placed his hands
on the back of her thighs and as he pushed into her...he felt himself go
deeper...she must’ve felt it before cause she moaned low and hard.
Mark lifted her up and pushed her against the
wall...and thrusting up...holding onto the wall...She gripped his forearms for
leverage...as Mark kissed and licked down her neck and throat...nipping at her
flesh with his teeth and then soothing it with hot kisses...
Mark pulled out of her and she went to the bed and
beckoned him with her index finger...she got up on her hands and knees and Mark
slid his erection onto her doggy style...this he could handle...he gripped her
hips and started thrusting into her like some wild animal...
Her hands touched his as she stood on her knees
and came back and traced his lips with her tongue and he pulled her tongue into
his mouth with her lips...and she could instantly feel his erection swell to a
larger size inside of her...it must’ve turned him on a little more...actually A
LOT more...
Mark’s hands went to her breast rolling her
nipples and watching them harden...his hand slid along her flat stomach, across
her navel...and down to her mound...where he found her clit waiting for contact
from him....he started rubbing circles around her clit with one hand and
rolling her nipples and caressing her breasts with his other hand...
When her hands touched the bed...Mark could feel
her inner walls starting to clamp down around his shaft...Mark leaned over her,
pulling her back tight against his chest and kissed along her ear and in a low
deep voice said, “You gonna cum for my cock baby...huh...is that sweet little
pussy of yours gonna cum for me.”
Alyssa started pushing back against him...the hot
air of his breath brushed against her ear and him pumping into her
relentlessly, was her undoing as she started cumming instantly...she started
off moaning and ended up screaming, “MAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRKKKKKK!!!!!”
Mark felt her cum cover his shaft and as her warm
juices coated his erection...he thrusted into her a few more times finally
pushing himself all the way into her and throwing his head back with a loud
growl he exploded deep inside of her.
For several minutes they could both feel him spurting inside of her
still.
They collapsed onto the bed trying to regulate
their breathing.
They both managed to fall asleep in each others
arms...
Chapter 10
The morning after our brought on by nothing
sexfest...I started avoiding Mark...I would protect him...but any chance we were
alone...I would find something else to do...cleaning my gun seemed to have
worked on keeping him away from me...I was hoping it was cause he was afraid I
would shoot him. No such luck...I know
that man wasn’t afraid of nothing.
The death threats started getting worse and worse
and worse...Something was coming...I didn’t know when...but something was
coming...
One night on the way to the arena in a rental
truck, Mark looked over at me and said, “So are we ever going to discuss what
happened between us a few weeks ago.”
I looked at him and said, “Mark, it was sex. Granted it was the type of sex you could
scream your damn lungs out too...but it was just sex...it shouldn’t have
happened...at all...I don’t regret it...cause it was nice...but let’s be
realistic...you’re a pro-fessional wrestler...I’m a navy SEAL...We lead two
different lives, with different friends and people in our lives. It would be like a fish and a bird getting
together...it’s just one of those things that would never happen.”
Mark said, “You’re awfully closed minded...has any
one ever told ya that?” I smiled and
said, “Of course...But I’m also thinking because it’s the truth...And we both
know it.” Mark said, “You’re like one of
those good-bye girls whose always gonna be afraid of getting in a relationship
with someone cause you think they are gonna break your heart or leave ya.” I said, “Don’t all men usually?”
Mark said, “I never.” I said, “You were married before...you filed
for divorce from your first and second wife.”
Mark said, “It’s also because with my first wife we were too young when
we got married...and it just wasn’t working...my second wife was cheating on
me...and I wasn’t about to let that stand.”
I said, “That I didn’t know...but still I have just as a demanding
career as you do...it would never work out...we’d never see each other.”
We pulled into the parking lot...and were walking
up to the back door of the arena...Mark grabbed my arm and pulled me around and
said, “Just tell me you don’t feel it.”
I said, “Feel what?” He said,
“The annoying feeling of butterflies, like you’re on your first date...right in
the middle of your stomach...you can’t stop it and somehow you don’t want
too...”
How’d he know that?
Mark pulled me tight against his body and crashed
his lips down on top of mine...I was so blinded by the kiss I didn’t even hear
the first shot as it rang out through the parking garage...but I felt it...It
sliced through the middle of Mark’s bi-cept and then through my shoulder...I
shoved Mark behind a concrete wall...I pulled his bandana off his head and tied
it around his arm and tossed my cell phone at him.
A bullet ricocheted off the wall and hit Mark in
the thigh...Mark hit the ground like a ton of bricks...I pulled my belt off and
wrapped it around his leg and then pulled my gun out of my bag. I looked at him and said, “Call the police
and an ambulance...I’m gonna kill the little fucker.”
Mark grabbed Alyssa’s hand and he said,
“Please...Be careful.”
I leaned down and brushed his lips softly and took
off through the arena...the Watcher was on the roof. I finally got up to the roof and searched
around...No one was there...I looked down and there were shell casings on the
ground...I picked them up...they were from a Standard Navy Seals Weapon...something
that only Navy seals were given. I
picked one up and looked at it.
I looked closer.
And yet closer again...
Engraved along the side it said ‘Mad Dog’...Son of
a Bitch...The whole time I was tracking the Watcher he was a guy from my own unit...A
lot of the cockier guys had gotten their nick names engraved on their bullets
so they could lay clam to enemies they’d shot and killed. I took off through the arena.
Running as fast as I could...I didn’t think I
could run that fast...but I was...I got back outside and was out of sorts and
took off around the building...When I got to the back door...Mark was still
there...Still bleeding and waiting. I
walked over and said, “I know who it is.”
Mark looked up and said, “Did you kill the son of a bitch?” I said, “Nope just waiting for him to show
himself to me.”
A familiar voice said, “Aly baby.” I turned around and said, “Oh Mike thank God
you’re here...he shot me...he got Mark twice...the fuckin Watcher is around
here somewhere...”
I started walking towards my Lieutenant Commander
and my lover...and he said, “Oh God...Are you okay baby...where is he?” I stopped and said, “Here.” I pulled my gun up and two shots rang out
through the parking garage.
Chapter 11
Mike laid on the ground with two of my bullets in
his chest...I walked up and stood on his gun, while targeting his head...Mike
looked up at me and said, “How’d you figure it out Aly?” I threw the casing down on his chest and
said, “You left me a small clue there Mad Dog...It was you the whole time
wasn’t it...That’s how you knew when to kill, when to run...everything.”
Mike coughed up blood and said, “Can you blame
me...they were going to push me to a desk job because a woman was going to take
my place.”
I said, “Who could take your place.”
He looked me in the eyes and said, “You
Lieutenant...They were going to bump you up to LT commander 3 years ago...but
then when you couldn’t catch the watcher...they decided you wasn’t ready for
the job...but they said if you ever caught the guy...you’d get it.”
I shook my head...as the police and ambulance
pulled up...I directed the ambulance to Mark and directed the cops to a very
dead Lieutenant Commander Mike Jones of the Navy SEALS...
Mike was right...After his body was laid to rest in
his home town...and not Arlington cemetery...they refused to bury a murderer in
their cemetery...The Navy offered me to LT commanding position.
I went and saw Mark at the hospital...and then a
few times after he’d been released to go home.
I kissed Mark one last time and said my good-byes
to him...and walked out of the hospital...trying to forget someone who’d
impacted my life more then I cared to admit in such a short amount of time.
- -3 Months Later- -
Admiral Owens looked at me and said, “So you’re
really sure about this?” I smiled and
said, “Absolutely sir. I love the Navy
it’s my whole life...” Admiral Owens
held up his hand and said, “No need for explanation...I get it...I fully
understand...As long as you do.” I
smiled and said, “Yes sir...Thank you.”
I walked off the Navy base in my plain clothes.
As I got closer to the Silver Chevy Silverado...a
tall tattooed...red head stepped out and stood next to the vehicle...I ran over
and jumped in the mans arms and said, “I love you Mr. Callaway.”
He kissed my lips softly and said, “I love you too
Mrs. Callaway.”
I said, “So...I guess I’m not the good-bye girl
anymore.” Mark said, “Nope...I hope you
realize you’re stuck with me now.” I
smiled and said, “Well...Let’s see...I retired from the Navy...Just so we could
have a baby in 8 months and have a big family...I think I get it.”
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All your life you've waited
For love to come and stay
And now that I have found you
You must not slip away
I know it's hard believin'
The words you've heard before
But darlin' you must trust please
Trust them just once more . . .
'Cause baby
Goodbye doesn't mean forever
Let me tell you goodbye doesn't mean
We'll never be together again
If you wake up and I'm not there
I won't be long away
'Cause the things you do my Goodbye Girl
Will bring me back to you
I know you've been taken
Afraid to hurt again
You fight the love you feel for me
Instead of givin' in
But I can wait forever
Helpin' you to see
That I was meant for you...my love
And you for me
...So remember
Goodbye doesn't mean forever
Let me tell you goodbye doesn't mean
We'll never be together again
Though we may be so far apart
You still will have my heart
So forget your past my Goodbye Girl
Now you're home at last.
Though we may be so far apart
You still will have my heart
So forget your past my Goodbye Girl
Now you're home at last.
Goodbye doesn't mean forever
Let me tell you goodbye doesn't mean
We'll never be together again
Goodbye doesn't mean forever
Will you remember good-bye
That’s my goodbye girl
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The End