Night Rhythms
"Alicia, I think that you know why we have called you here."
"Yes." She replied to the woman in the business suit.
"We have rules about having relationships with wrestlers." The woman said. "And although we are in desperate need of good medical staff and I wish I could believe you, but we can't let you stay."
She had been fired. She knew that there wasn't a chance that she would be able to keep it, even if she swore that there was absolutely nothing between her and Mark. She had spent a good fifteen minutes trying to convince the people sitting at the table in the quiet room, but to no avail.
"The Undertaker is popular with the fans right now." They had told her. "We can't risk having a distraction around him." With that said, release papers were set in front of her and she was instructed to sign her name on the line. With a shaking hand, she picked up the pen and slowly wrote the first letter.
Time seemed to stand still as she signed the papers, then suddenly it was over and she was no longer employed by the WWF.
As she handed the papers back to the woman, a loud crash echoed from somewhere outside the office's closed door. Everyone stood up including Alicia, all looking at the door, wondering what had caused the noise.
Their question was answered when the door was suddenly broken away from its hinges and crashed to the ground, reveling a furious Mark in its doorway.
He reminded Alicia of a lion stalking its prey by the way he came into the room, eyeing everyone in the room with a look that made them tremble, including herself. He approached the table with a swiftness that shocked everyone and grabbed the papers. His eyes flew over the words quickly and suddenly without any warning, his temper got the best of him and with a loud growl, he destroyed the closest thing to him: the heavy wooden table. The table flipped over causing people to go running in every direction. Alicia backed up against the far wall with a few other people, huddling in its corner as papers, pens, chairs, and bits of wood flew everywhere. Alicia covered her head with her arms, trying to protect herself from the flying objects, but was too late. A sharp, long, splintery piece of wood flew in her direction and buried itself deep in her collarbone.
Her cry of pain caused him to stop his boiling rampage. He jerked his head in her direction, still seeing red, but froze when he was his angel holding her shoulder while blood soaked through her sweater and oozed through her fingers as she slid down the wall.
He couldn't move. The thought that he had physically hurt his angel caused his blood to freeze. He didn't hear the police come into the room, or hear the order to have him arrested. He didn't even feel his arms being jerked behind his back and the cold steel of the handcuffs wrapping around his wrist.
Alicia looked up through her eyes that were flooded with tears to see Mark being led out of the room by the police. She paid no attention to the people around her, asking if she was all right even though it was clear that she wasn't. She wanted to speak, but her mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. The last thing she saw was Mark's eyes locked on hers as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Copyright 2000 by Lady Serria