Libby’s POV-

“Good morning beautiful,” Mark’s quietly said, filling my ears with his deep voice. “How was your night?”
I smiled, thinking of the details. “Fabulous.”
“I’d hope so!” He laughed.
“I have to go to my room now…”
I pouted.
“I’ll see you soon, my flight leaves in about two hours.”
Now I REALLY pouted.
He laughed and kissed me goodbye. Then he left.
Now I sit here, all alone. This is how I felt with the last one night stand. Something told me that Mark was different, but why did he leave so quickly? If he really cared, why leave so early for a plane that was leaving in two hours?
Sighing, I pushed these troubling thoughts from my mind. I didn’t have time to think about these anyway. I was meeting Mickie and the girls for breakfast in about thirty minutes. I dressed, wearing my strapless black dress with gold glitter designs with the strappy black heels. A dusting of blush, a smidge of lip-gloss, and one hairstyle fixed later, I was on my way to CremeDeclore, one of our favorite breakfast places. Of course I was the last one there, they’d all ordered by the time I got there.
“Hi Libby,” Mickie greeted me.
“Hello Mickie, Kelly, Beth, Layla, and Eve. How was your night?” I asked, winking.
“Oh no. First you have to tell everyone why the hell you didn’t answer your cell phone ALL LAST NIGHT?!?!?!?!?!?!” Mickie stated, half glaring, half excited.
I breathed a heavy sigh. “Okay…..I was with a guy….”
“OH FABULOUS!!!!!!” They all yelled at me. I held up my hands trying to calm them down.
“Listen! Listen, he was different-”
“You know what Libby; you said the same thing about Dave…” Layla started.
“…and Mike…” Beth added
“…and Phillip…” Kelly muttered.
“…and Jonathon…” Eve growled.
“…AND Jerry!” Mickie finished. “You’ve had so many one night stands-”
“IT WAS MARK!” I yelled overtop of them.
Well, THAT got their attention. All of their eyes got so big; I thought that they’d pop out of their heads. They were deadly silent too.
Mickie broke the silence finally. “Wait…that guy….that guy you were with…it was Mark?”
I nodded.
“Ooh, girl, you’re dead! When Michelle finds out, you’re dead!” Beth breathed.
I nodded. “I know. And it wasn’t even supposed to happen like that! All I did was treat Mark to pizza!”
“What do you mean?” Kelly asked.
“Yeah, what happened?” Eve asked.
I told them everything, right down to Adam showing up and Mark protecting me, to all of the details of the night that followed the pizza. They listened to all of it.
“First thing, Adam? EWWWWWWWWW!!!!! That’s gross! He’s such a stalker!” Mickie told me. “Second, you had a flashback?”
“Yeah. A really bad one. Layla, you can’t tell Michelle about this at-”
“Tell me what? That you’re cheating on MY BOYRIEND like an overrated SLUT?!?” Michelle’s voice screeched.
I cursed audibly, and turned around to see Michelle standing behind me, pissed off to a extent that I’d never seen before. And right beside her? Adam.
“Shiz….” I breathed. Then louder, “I’m not a slut!”
“REALLY?!?!?!? SLEEPING WITH A GUY ON THE FIRST DATE QUALIFIES YOU AS A SLUT IN MY TERMS!!!!!” She screamed, all up in my face too.
I snapped. I thrust my fist forward, connecting with her pretty little jaw. When her head snapped back, I smiled evilly. Let THAT shut her the hell up!
All the girls gasped, Eve and Mickie held me back, while Layla and Adam held Michelle back.
“You are a slut Libby, and I don’t know what I saw in you, but you better watch your back from now on,” Adam said hatefully.
“Who said I ever wanted anything to do with you anyways?!?!?!” I screamed back at him.
Adam wrestled Michelle back and out of the restaurant. I watched them go, Mickie and Eve still holding my arms.
“Uh, guys you can let me go now.”
“Jeez Libby, when I said ‘get with Mark’ I didn’t mean that night!!!” Mickie said reproachfully.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen that way! I swear! I didn’t want it to happen like that!” I cried.
“Well, now she’s pissed, Adam is gonna go after you, and your career is in major jeopardy. What the heck are you gonna do?” Beth asked.
I shook my head sadly. “I have no idea….”

Two days of not having any interaction with the guys or Mark. Mickie called or texted me each day, but it was very brief. Of course I saw Mark in the hallways at work, but it was during showtimes and he wasn’t allowed to smile or break character or anything which….sucked. Majorly. Vince had caught on that Michelle and I were fighting, and it wasn’t long before I got a script saying how I was supposed to go talk to “The Undertaker” and talk trash to him about Michelle. Fabulous. He wasn’t talking to me when he WASN’T a scary beast thing, how on earth was I supposed to talk to him AS a scary beast thing?! Plus, every which way I turned, there was Adam, staring or glaring at me. And of course, the attacks. At least once a week I’d walk into the girls locker room to see that my stuff had been tossed everywhere, my makeup smeared on everything, and written in lipstick on the mirror was “Soon, Libby, soon”. It scared the crap out of me. I couldn’t walk anywhere without Beth, or Mickie, or someone near me. I was getting scared, and I was completely pissed about my money going down the drain cause my stuff was being totaled. So by the time my little séance with Mark began, I was so tired and pissed, that nobody could walk with me anymore. So I waked alone through the halls to his locker room, hoping nobody was gonna jump me or anything.
Luck wasn’t on my side. Someone hit me hard in the back of my head, and I went down, blacking out. I don’t remember much afterwards, but I do know that I woke up in Mark’s locker room, bleeding from the head, and aching all over. Mark and an EMT were tending to my head and body.
“Holy shiz, what happened? OW!!!!” I yelled as someone poked a hurting spot.
“You were attacked. By Michelle and Edge. They hit you from behind and beat you up. I heard and chased them off. Then I carried you here.” Mark whispered in my ear. I looked around and saw a camera posed at my face. Oh. He was breaking character, just not letting anyone know.
“You were attacked by a girl and a guy,” The EMT told me. “You seem okay, bad bruises, bad scratches. I need to have you go to the hospital, you could have a concussion.”
Big deal, I’d had those before. I was more concerned about finding Michelle and kicking the crap out of her.
“I don’t want to go to the hospital, I want to find Michelle and kick her ass from here to Timbuktu,” I growled.
Mark’s eyes flashed with laughter but his face stayed the same. He didn’t say anything, just regarded me with those laughing eyes.
“We don’t know who did it. If you have suspicions, tell an officer or Vince. If you attack an innocent person, bad things might happen to you. You could get sued or fired…” The EMT trailed off.
I just hissed. “I KNOW its Michelle and Edge who did this to me.”
The EMT nodded sympathetically. I glared at him for a second before turning toward Mark. “You believe me…..right?” Tears actually sprung out of my eyes.
The camera panned to him. He froze, most likely not knowing what to say. “I saw someone with shoulder length blonde hair running away from you with a man with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. It could have been anyone.” But the look he gave me confirmed it. It was Edge and Michelle and they were going to die.
I hissed again and the camera turned back to me. I turned my head away.
“Libby,” The EMT said getting my attention. “We have to take you to the hospital.”
“I’m fine, really, all I need is a night’s sleep and-”
“You have a concussion, we have to.”
“Oh for the love of…” I trailed off rolling my eyes. “Will you come?” I asked Mark quietly when the cameras went out with the EMT.
“Yes. Someone has to keep you safe.”
“It WAS Adam and Michelle wasn’t it?”
“No one else fits their profiles except Tiffany, and she idolizes you. I doubt it highly if it was Tiffany.”
“I swear I will rip her throat out and-”
“No you won’t. I sent a text to Vince after I phoned the EMTs. I told him I saw Michelle and Adam running as fast as they could away from you. And I saw Michelle drop a crowbar.”
“And I shouldn’t go after her because….?”
“Do you really want to lose your job as well?”
“Grrrrrr….” I growled.
“Alright Libby, to the hospital,” The EMT said to me cheerily.
I gave him my best death glare. It didn’t work cause he and Mark lifted me onto a stretcher and wheeled me out of the building onto a ambulance. Ugh. Talk about stupid. And a waste of my freaking time. I was fine, just going to be sore for a while.
I bitched about it to Mark as we left.
“I’m going to kill Michelle and Adam. No, Mark, don’t freaking look at me like that. I make promises, not threats. You can go off on threats. I ALWAYS follow through on my promises. There was this one in third grade-”
“Alright I understand that you are going to kill them, but can you do it in the morning?” He grabbed my chin with his hand, gently pushing my face to connect my eyes to his. “All I want tonight is you.”
“I don’t know…I’m sore…” My voice trailed off unconvincingly.
He chuckled, teasing my face with his sweet warm breath. “Oh I think you can. For you see, what I said was a demand, not a request.”
My breath caught in my throat. Of course my face went bright red. Shiz.
Then an idea dawned. I folded my arms to keep from reaching up and entwining them in his hair, I pouted and stubbornly said, “Hell no, not tonight.”
His mouth was less than a inch away from mine. “What’s to stop me from kissing you and making you see?”
I glanced to my right. “The fact that Mickie, Beth, Eve, and Layla are watching us.”
He jerked upwards so fast he was a blur. True to my word, there they were, watching like there was no harm in it.
“All done?” Mickie asked pleasantly.
“Yeah, we were waiting,” Beth said reproachfully.
“But don’t let us keep you…” Eve murmured.
“Seriously though, we have to talk to Libby, Mark. Can you meet her somewhere else later?” Layla asked him with her eyes huge.
Mark sighed. “I’ll be in the La Roux hotel up the street okay? Room 308.” Then he kissed me with such a force that I had to grab his shirt and hold myself there. The girls tittered. I pulled myself away from Mark long enough to tell them to shut the hell up. Then I slipped back to Mark. He pulled away. “Go with your friends Libby.”
“Screw my friends,” I growled stretching for his lips.
To my surprise, he laughed and stepped away. I pouted again, a real one.
His cloak swirled as he walked away. I’d forgotten that neither of us had changed out of our work things. I was still wearing the flimsy shirt and tight white skinny jeans I’d worn to go talk to him earlier….or TRIED to anyways. I sighed.
“Libby?” Mickie’s voice sounded through my thoughts.
I sighed. I DID owe them an explanation about why they saw me being wheeled out of the stadium.
After about ten minutes of explaining about everything I could remember, they were speechless. Eve recovered first.
“That…..that…..that total BITCH!” She exploded.
We cracked, softened, and began to all speak.
“What did Michelle and Adam expect to get out of beating you up?” Mickie asked confused.
“I don’t know,” I replied darkly. “When you find out, tell me will you?”
They LAUGHED at that. I was being totally serious and they freaking LAUGHED. And I was friends with these people because…?
“Well, I need a beer, and Libby you’re welcome to come with us…but you have a, ah, let’s just say ‘prior commitment’” Beth said raising her eyebrows.
While they died in laughter, I imagined them all falling into a deep hole.
“Oh, shut up,” I mumbled.
Doubting they heard me, I shouted my goodbye over their laughter and left toward the La Roux. It wasn’t very far, and I got there easily. The manager nodded to me, so Mark must have told him previously. Great, just freaking great. I stalked toward the elevator, only pausing to shake a fan’s hand. I rode the elevator to the third floor and walked to room 308. I took a deep breath outside of the room and knocked on the door three times.
The door opened quietly. I stifled a small gasp. Mark stood there, shirtless and looking like a god in his boxers. He half-smiled. “The door wasn’t locked you know…”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence, on account that I threw myself onto his lips, cutting off his word flow. The door swung shut behind us.

“Ahhhh….” I sighed the next morning.
“Well, good morning,” Mark murmured, kissing me again.
I breathed his scent for a while…before reality rushed back to me.
“Holy shiz!” I screamed jumping up. “What day is it? What time is it? God don’t let me be late!!!!”
“Its Wednesday, and it doesn’t matter what time it is, cause you’ve got the day off.”
I paused, halfway putting on my boots without my pants. “I do?”
He nodded.
“Oh. Well then.” I went and laid back down with him.
“Ah…much better…” He said.
“Don’t get used to it.”
He laughed softly in my ear.
“You’re cute when you’re mad.”
“Who said I was mad?”
“You’re scowling.”
Was I? I frowned, then smiled.
“Better. You look beautiful smiling.”
“Ugh,” I muttered, sitting up again. I stared around the room before realizing that I had left my bag, and everything in it, at the stadium where Michelle could get at it.
Michelle. My smile faltered, and became, what I pictured, an ugly grimace. That stupid lowlife cheating….
Ugh. I dropped my head in my hands and stared through my fingertips. I had to do something. But what?
Mark watched me worriedly. “Listen Libby, I know you’re worried…”
I glared at him.
He ignored me. “…but you can’t sink to Michelle’s level. She’ll be punished for this, don’t you worry.”

I dressed and made my way to Mark’s door. Pausing, I listened to his shower running. After what seemed like an eternity, it shut off. Mark came out to see me leaning against the door in the clothes I was wearing yesterday.
“What’s wrong?” He asked me.
“I’m leaving to get my things. I’ll be back, okay?” I answered coolly.
He started, and stared at me.
I breathed, telling myself to calm down. “Sorry,” I said in a softer voice. “I’m not in a good mood.”
He walked over and kissed me goodbye. I left promising to return quickly, and with my stuff.
After hailing a taxi and arriving at the stadium I was carried out of last night I moved towards the Women’s locker room.
Kelly was there. “Libby!”
She enveloped me in a hug that I returned. “Kelly, Kelly, I’m fine, seriously.”
“I saw you being taken out on a stretcher! You’re covered in bruises! Michelle and Adam- oh they were LAUGHING at you!”
I ground my teeth together. Great.
“Here’s your stuff by the way,” She exclaimed, handing me my lovely purple duffle. “I packed all your stuff and hid it in my locker so SHE couldn’t get to it.”
I felt a rush of affection for Kelly. “Thanks Kelly. I can’t thank you enough.”
She begged me to stay, (“It’s still not safe in the halls Libby!”) but I couldn’t; Mark was waiting. So I told her goodbye, thanked her again, and left.
Oh, how I was tired. Last night’s…events…had left me sore and tired. Ugh, all I wanted was shower and Michelle’s head on a silver platter thrown into a raging fire. I laughed at that thought.
“Hey, Libby!”
I turned, surprised. It was Christian.
“Hello Christian!” I said, smiling.
“Ah Libby, I heard you were attacked for real last night. Is this true…?”
I sighed. “Yeah, it’s true. Michelle and Adam did it.”
“Are you quite sure?”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Obviously. Mark saw them running away.”
“Poor Libby…” He mused, brushing my hair behind my ear.
I blushed and stepped slightly out of his reach. He smiled sadly.
“I can see you’re dying to get away, so I shall let you go. Goodbye Libby…” He murmured, trailing off. He left.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“What, my boyfriend wasn’t enough? Had to go after another? Typical….typical SLUT!” A nasally voice rang out.
“Who are you calling a slut, you backstabbing, attacking-from-behind-“ I cut off, sensing something behind me. I spun around, but didn’t see anything for someone had wrapped a cloth around my entire face. I breathed in to scream, and went down on the floor in a fuzzy blur.

When I came to, I realized that I was somewhere cold and damp. And I understood that my hands were tied behind my back, I was gagged, and I had a huge headache.
“Mmmhphhh!” I screeched.
There was a pause, then: “Shut up!”
The slap stung, but I wasn’t worried. I wisely shut up so I could hear who was talking.
It was Adam and Michelle. They were talking about me.
“What should we do with her?” Adam murmured.
“I say we dump her in the park, by the dumpster. You know cause she’s trash.”
Adam groaned. I would’ve too, that was horrible.
“Let’s just throw her in an alley. She’s incoherent, and drugged, nobody will believe her story.”
“Mark will,” Michelle said quietly.
“Huh?”
“Mark will!” She snarled, louder this time. “Mark will, and as soon as she’s not high, Vince will. We don’t have any other option. Let’s kill her.”
I stifled a gasp.
Thank you Adam for still freaking liking me somewhat. I could almost see his frown as he told her off.
“I’m not becoming a murderer. I’m not killing her, nor will I let you murder her.”
“Fine. Let’s just drop her off somewhere in the next town. She’s got no ID, no anything. Mark will never see her again, and Vince will fire her when she never shows up.”
“Okay.”

Omigod!!!!! I’m going to be dropped off somewhere! Where will I be dropped off? What will Mark say when I turn up missing? Will Vince fire me? ( Tune in for the next part of Edge’s Jealousy, to be coming soon. Thanks!

We’re tracking back to better times this week, hitting 1999 and an episode of Heat that took place shortly before Austin and Taker’s famed First Blood Match. Back in a time when blood wasnt a dirty word and the show was blazing trails. I miss this Undertaker.

sunday night heat 99.07.18

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The Team Are Invaded By Daleks And Don’t Talk About Bryan Danielson

Still stuck in 2004, we get a look at Laurie’s original concept for her ‘Hybrid’ outfit. Though it may not be as successful at getting her point across that she hoped…

Smackdown starts with CM Punk gloating about making Taker tap and his vegetative state. Suddenly the lights flicker and go dark and Undertaker appears in the ring! Punk cowers until he pokes Taker and reveals him as Luke Gallows. They laugh until Kane hits the scene, but Swagger blindsides him. Four-on-one as the masked SES member joins, until Mysterio and Big Show make the save. SES runs and they end up giving Kane a 619 and chokeslam respectively for last week.

Main event saw Big Show and Rey Mysterio beat CM Punk and Jack Swagger. Mysterio got double-teamed until he made the hot tag to Show. Chokeslam reversed into a DDT and Show tagged back out. Mysterio reversed a Pump-Handle Slam attempt by Swagger into a sort of Backstabber for the win.

Post-match Kane chokeslammed everyone but gave a Tombstone Piledriver to Rey. He got on the mic and promised Sunday would be “fatal.” Then he did Undertaker’s kneel and an open casket on the stage was surrounded by plumes of fire. Kane left the open casket and walked out to end the show.

The following are from the Wrestling Observer Newsletter. Interesting stuff!

On the predicted Summerslam Return:

Right now the plan is Undertaker vs. Kane in a casket match at SummerSlam. Originally it was going to be Undertaker vs. Swagger for the title. I guess that means as of this week the idea is that Kane attacked his brother all along, and they’ll get that feud over with before moving Taker into the program with Swagger. This could and likely will change several times.

On ‘Quinton Jackson’ incident:

Quinton Jackson went nuts on his Twitter last week about how much fun he had on Raw, how awesome everyone was, how he had the time of his life and how he wanted in. And that’s doing shitty comedy, imagine if they actually booked him as a killer. He said he wanted to go back so bad as Rampage and hit someone with a powerbomb. Quinton was a gigantic fan growing up, and then one day when he was a teenager he ended up at an event and tried to get an autograph from Undertaker. Taker blew him off, and then a few minutes later Rampage caught him signing an autograph for another kid and he was crushed, and that was pretty much the end of his love for wrestling. Years later when he was a big MMA star (Taker is a huge fan) they met up again and talked and everything was cool. But realistically, had that not happened I suppose there is a chance that Quinton might have tried to get into wrestling instead of MMA.

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The Team Discuss The Weeks Events Including The Danielson Drama!

The Undertaker underwent surgery this past week on his damaged orbital bone. As noted before, the talk is that Taker will be brought back for the SummerSlam pay-per-view. At last word, the plan was still do to Taker vs. Jack Swagger for the World Heavyweight Title.

I’ve added to the site a brand new poll to see who seems the most likely. I’ve taken names mentioned all around the internet as possible culprits, some of them funny, some of them quite serious. Here’s the shortlist of names with the (so far) biggest motives.

The NXT Rookies: A very popular theory right now and the one I too believe to be responsible. They made one hell of a statement on RAW last week as they took out RAW’s top dog, John Cena. Question is did they take out Smackdowns Top Dog first? I’m thinking yes! But what would they have to gain from this move besides a future feud with the gloomy Kane? Well, it would certainly get their names in the history books!

Triple H: I’m not 100% sure WHY his name is being thrown around so much, I’ve just seen it a lot. They have a storied past and as perhaps the two biggest names in the sport they have a score left to settle. Could it be?

Kane: Many of you think the rampage Kane is on is just a bluff, that he’s the one responsible for The Undertakers state. What would this attack and rampage achieve aside from another feud with his brother that we’ve already seen done? I’m not sure. It almost seems too obvious to me.

Lay-Cool: The option that’s made me laugh the most and would be a fantastic comedy relief choice. At least let Kane interrogate them! Their motive? ‘Taker was about to call things off with Michelle so she and Layla quickly put him on the shelf so as not to lose their meal ticket! oooooh, harsh! But funny neverthless. Oh come on, if you cant laugh at yourselves and your stereotypes then you’re in the wrong place.

Vince McMahon: Vince and The Undertaker have always had a very strained relationship, they’ve never quite seen eye to eye but have always had their business bond between them, keeping them going. Has Vince finally grown tired of the fanfare that goes with The Deadman? Is he ready to kill his creation? After all, Vince is responsible for the Phenom we know today. He made him, will he end him?

Professor Plum in the study with a Candlestick: lol

Other: Thinking outside of the box, who else could it be? Throw your ideas into a comment!

Rey Mysterio comes out and talks about last week’s show where he won the SmackDown battle royal and says it’ll be his World Title. He’s cut off by Jack Swagger’s music. Swagger comes out and tells Rey to capitalize on the misfortune of The Undertaker. He then mocks Mysterio where he says he was winning in. Lots of 619 chants. Rey thinks all that education went to a waste and says he’s proud of his heritage. CM Punks comes out with SES and says “Malcom X got JFK in 1963″ and this time he fell victim to the Season One NXT rookies. Punk then talks about how he’ll be a four time straightedge World Heavyweight Champion.

Rey Mysterio tells CM Punk that he is daring to take his mask off after Punk had his head shaved. Big Show comes out and says he will take care of business where he’ll beat three competitors and walk out the World Champion. Big Show then mocks Punk by saying he looks good bald. He can’t help but wonder if Kane’s responsible for Undertaker’s demise. When Kane finds out who did it someone will end up in Taker’s casket. Kane says it could be four people that did it and promises their will be vengeance.