The Ref
Written by Sharon



Chapter 3

Kye was a little surprised and embarrassed to see that The Undertaker and the brick wall were one and the same.More surprised that he volunteered to help her train. She met some of the other wrestlers,but Mark was there everyday,he would choose an opponent for the day and they would have mock matches. They taught Kye how to fall,and take a hit.She was even choke-slammed a couple of times.The first time it knocked the wind out of her.Mark held her till she took an audible breath.Then apologized for being too rough.

It had been a grueling week,she was tired,her body ached,she had a few bruises. But she loved every minute of it.It was time now for her to prove herself in the ring,in a real match.

On her last day of training,she wanted to celebrate the fact that she had made it through the week.Mark suggested they go out for dinner and drinks.Julie was out of town,he had no place he had to be. Over the last week they spent many hours just talking.He was the first person she talked to about her divorce.When he spoke she would study his face,his green eyes set off by his red hair.His smile showed two dimples,long full eyelashes,"A very handsome face",she thought.

They had dinner,then found a small dimly lit bar.He asked for a table in the back. As he ordered drinks,Kye watched him,she was fighting the feeling that she was developing for him.He was engaged,and had said on several occasions that he loved her.

He turned to see her looking at him,,,, "What are you thinking about?",he asked. "Nothing really,its been fun this week,I almost hate to see it end". "I know exactly what you mean". he reached over and brushed her cheek with his fingers.They gazed at each other for a moment.

"I think i'm falling in love with you,Kye."

She was stunned by his words,but she felt the same,and before she knew what she was saying,she told how she felt about him. "But your getting married in a week",she said,"It can't go any further.and I won't be anyone's mistress".

The thought had crossed his mind,being on the road would make it easy.But he saw in her eyes that she meant what she said. "We can be friends.close friends?",he asked almost shyly. "I hope so",Kylie answered.

Before they realized it,it was closing time.As they walked outside,Mark put his arm around her waist.He pulled her to him and kissed her.It was filled with the passion they felt for each other,Kye didn't want him to stop.but broke the kiss."We can't Mark".Was all she said.

He nodded his head,"I know,come on,I'll take you home". It was just the beginning,their love for each other would only get stronger.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Steve brought her back to the present with a tap on the shoulder. "You look hot,maybe you should take this jacket off?". "I don't think so,the dress is very low cut,,and I couldn't wear a bra",she whispered to Steve.

"It's okay,half the women on this room don't have bras on!".Steve chuckled and helped her out of the jacket. She felt very self-conscience.Chyna caught her eye and gave her a thumbs up,as did HHH.

"You look magnificent,that dress is stunning on you",Steve said.He leaned in and kissed her cheek."You're going to do just fine". Kye kissed him back.

Mark had been watching the whole time,though he tried to do it with out his date knowing. Kane noticed,he didn't understand why Mark wasn't with Kye.He knew he loved her,and she loved him.He decided he would have a talk with his big brother.

Just then Vince came up to Kye to explain how thing would go tonight. Quit a few of the wrestlers and other referees wanted a chance to pay their respects,in order to accommodate them,the speeches would be short,with a clip or two of their favorite matches that Kye had refed. Then Vince would make a speech and call her to the stage.

"Do I have to go up there?",she asked. Vince answered,"Fraid so,besides,everyone is going to want to see you in that dress". Kylie blushed.

Chapter 4

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