To Love Again
Written by Maxine

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To Love Again
 
Chapter 1
 
As the few employees had gathered in the big 
conference room at Titan Towers in
Stamford Connecticut. They Men and Women watched as 
their boss paced around the
room and grumbled under his breath about shitty 
attitudes, injuries and careless
ness while working. 
 
They were waiting for either A) Vince to yell or B) 
Vince’s head blow up and take
out the state of Connecticut with it. Most of them 
were hoping for B...They’d
rather take a bullet to the head then to hear another 
one of Vince’s yelling
speeches.
 
Vince finally stopped in the middle of the long oak 
table and said, “I’ve come to
a rational decision. Everyone sitting in this room 
today has had shitty
attitudes...you’ve all had bad injuries to try and 
come back from...and you’re
getting sloppy in the damn ring.”
 
Vince as in Vince McMahon the owner and CEO of the WWE 
(World Wrestling
Entertainment, Standing by his side was his wife 
Linda, and his two children
Shane and Stephanie.
 
Vince continued to walk around the room...he looked 
from wrestler to wrestler to
wrestler. He started off, “Mark (Undertaker) Look at 
you.” Mark looked down and
said, “I have, please don’t ask me to do it again I 
may fall in love with myself.”
 
That earned a round of boisterous laughter from the 
other wrestlers sitting at
the table. Vince humored Mark and said, “And just how 
would that go about
happening?” Mark said, “Well because Vince, I know 
what I’m packin’ in my jeans.”
Err go another round of laughter. Vince couldn’t help 
but laugh
either...Stephanie and Linda blushed a little.
 
Vince said, “Anyways...the point I’m trying to make is 
for the next 2 months, you
selective few are going to fly out to Colorado and get 
some much needed Rest and
Relaxation...Take your families to spend time, or 
don’t take your families to run
around your rooms naked I don’t care...but I want you 
all to come back with
better attitudes, bodies healed...and I want the moves 
in that ring out there to
be crisp and refreshed. I will have an extra gym set 
up and a ring set up for
those of you who can’t seem to stay away from either.”
 
Glenn smiled his dopey smile and then raised his hand. 
Vince said, “Glenn why are
you raising your hand...this is not grade school.” 
Glenn said, “You’re the
boss...you think I’m stupid enough to cut you off 
while you’re speaking? Just
because I let you make my character some what dense, 
doesn’t mean I am also.”
 
Mark leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over 
his chest and said,
“Could’ve fooled me.” Glenn pointed at Mark and said, 
“Watch it Deadman.” Mark
said, “Oooo...or what...You gonna tell my mama after 
school what I said bout ya?”
Glenn said, “Yea...And she’d beat you with an inch of 
your life.”
 
Mark moved around a little and said, “Shit you know 
you’re right...My mama would
too...Hell I maybe 3 feet taller then her...but she 
can still put the fear of God
into me. (In his best mom voice) Boy I brought you 
into this world after 59 hours
of labor with no drugs...and with as much pain as 
you’ve caused me...I can go
through a little more to take you right back out. Ya 
little son of bitch.”
 
Everyone in the room calmed down and Vince said, 
“Glenn what was your question?”
Glenn said, “What’s so special about 
Colorado...Anything in particular?” Vince
said, “MY God daughter down there owns her own Bed & 
Breakfast. She’s already
said she’d take you lot there for the next 2 months. 
So don’t even think of going
no where else. You’ll be there for the duration.”
 
So after being handed plane tickets and 2 month R & R 
papers, the selected few
went to the paring garage where all their stuff had 
been packed up and loaded
into two small vans and then a limo the size of New 
York picked up the wrestlers
and headed to the airport.
 
Chapter 2
 
Tyra made her way around the bed and breakfast…making 
sure everything was up to
par. She made sure all the rooms had fresh linen, 
clean and polished wood floors,
bathrooms fully stocked with everything someone would 
need for a relaxing 2 month
vacation. Curtains cleaned and put back up. Even that 
stereo type little mints on
the customers pillows for when they arrive.
 
I walked down stairs just as a few black limos were 
pulling into the gated Wine
and Roses bed and breakfast...coming up the drive. My 
concierge Felipe, a
somewhat up tight French man, who’d gotten his 
American Citizenship when he was
10. Walked over and in his beautiful French accent 
said, “What a haul...sweaty
muscled up wrestlers for the next two months.” 
 
I nudge Felipe with my elbow as the wrestlers started 
walking towards the huge
double wooden French doors and said, “Felipe! Ne 
pensez pas même à être grossier
à mes employés de parrains... et l'insulte de don't 
leur cause d'intellegence
certains sont plus futée puis vous ou j'a remonté.”
 
Felipe said, “Délicat délicat, particulièrement hommes 
d'odeury d'excédent.” I
looked and Felipe and said, “Cut it and smile.” Felipe 
nodded and smiled...
 
The wrestlers walked in and stood in line. Shane and 
Stephanie walked up and I
gave them both hugs and kisses on the cheeks...Steph 
said, “The drive up here was
beautiful...” I said, “Girl you wait until you see the 
sun rise and sun
set...you’ll never want to leave.” Shane’s wife 
Maurisa said, “I already don’t
want to.”
 
Shane said, “Well...C’mon let me introduce you to some 
friends.” I walked with
him...and starting with two huge men one with auburn 
hair covered in tattoos, and
one with brunette ringlets and ink free skin with a 
short redhead attached to the
ink free one...Shane said, “Mark Callaway 
(Undertaker), Glenn Jacobs (Kane), Tina
Jacobs(Fyre) Glenn’s wife.” 
 
I shook their hands granted the big tattooed guy held 
onto my hand a little
longer then I expected or wanted. As we continued down 
the line, Shane said,
“David Bautista, Samantha Bautista (Faruza) Dave’s 
wife. Paul Levesque,
Stephanie’s fiancé. Mark Jindrak and his soon to be 
bride Athena Mostly everyone
calls her Ena for short.”
 
Glenn watched as Mark stood there staring after the 
breeze that just blew by
them...Mark’s emerald green orbs were fixed on the 
girl...she had to of been
about 5’10” with the longest legs, and around 
125lbs...she needed to be fattened
up a little...she had the most amazing purple colored 
eyes he’d ever seen and
long waist length brunette hair. She couldn’t have 
been anything older then 19.
 
Shane said, “Guys this is Tyra Billings...she’s our 
God sister, and mom and dad’s
God Daughter. She’s the owner of this establishment.” 
I said, “If you need
anything...or something isn’t to your liking...please 
don’t hesitate to let me or
one of my staff know immediately...and we’ll fix it 
right away. I’m sure you’re
all tired from your travels...let’s get you settled 
for the night.”
 
I could feel the big tattooed guys eyes on me...there 
was something about his
rough edges that made him appealing to me. I didn’t 
think anything about it as
Felipe and I showed the guests to their rooms...as 
luck would have it Mark’s room
was next to mine on the 3rd floor. We had a connecting 
door. I wouldn’t mind
“accidentally” walking in on him in the shower once.
 
I giggled to myself as I pulled the covers up and 
turned the light out...for the
first night wasn’t bad...I just wish I wouldn’t of 
known what was in store for me.
 
 
 
TRANSLATION
 
French: Felipe! Ne pensez pas même à être grossier à 
mes employés de parrains...
et l'insulte de don't leur cause d'intellegence 
certains sont plus futée puis
vous ou j'a remonté.
English: Felipe! Dont even think of being rude to my 
Godfathers employees...And
don't insult their intellegence cause some are smarter 
then you or me put together.
French: Délicat délicat, particulièrement hommes 
d'odeury d'excédent.
English: Touchy touchy, especially over smelly men
 
 
Chapter 3
 
The following morning, I showered and was down making 
sure the breakfast was
being cooked for the guys. The big snow hadn’t even 
come yet...there was a light
dusting on the ground, but you could still see the 
grass under it. It was around
45 degrees outside...not too cold...but cold enough 
for a sweatshirt and jeans.
 
Mark sat in the huge dinning room that had been 
prepared for him and the
others...he watched as Tyra busied herself around the 
room, moving the servers
and stuff around...Mark couldn’t honestly get how a 
woman so beautiful and yet
successful wasn’t married already...He had been asking 
about her through
Stephanie and Shane.
 
As soon as everyone finished breakfast...I was sitting 
at the front desk with
Felipe. Felipe said, “Ainsi...qu'un du boeuf américain 
durcit êtes vous radotant
au-dessus de la Mlle. Billings?” I said, “Ceux-ci car 
vous le mettez les gâteaux
américains de boeuf fonctionnent avec mon dieu que le 
père... là isn't un dans le
groupe qui pourrait tourner ma tête encore moins me 
font la bave.”
 
Felipe scoffed and said, “C’mon I a vu la manière dont 
grand tattooed type
regardant effrayant vous observait mangent le petit 
déjeuner ce matin...que vous
ne pouvez pas me dire que vous ne pensez pas des 
hes...enfer attrayant si j'étais
une identification de femme pensez qu'il était sexy 
car un beau OE français de
femme m'a parlé sale en français tandis que nous 
faisions l'amour.”
 
I said, “Je doute à peine de que l'homme peut parler 
un lèchement de Français,
veux encore moins le parler me tout en rendant l'amour 
sale ou l'autre recherche
de wise .I AM romane ou l'amour...que je veux juste 
courir cet endroit...c'est la
seule chose j'ai laissée de la maman et du papa. 
quoiqu'il fasse beau d'être
amoureux un certain jour...il est juste pas 
aujourd'hui.
 
About that time Mark the big tattooed guy walked 
around the corner and said,
“Excuse me Miss. Billings have you seen Shane 
anywhere?”
 
The next thing that flew out of Felipe’s mouth was, 
“Oui... il est dehors sur le
porche plan à son téléphone de cellules, mais vous ne 
devriez pas demander sur
lui quand vous si porter Tyra jusqu'à sa pièce de lui 
faire l'amour passionné
sauvage.”
 
Mark smirked when he saw Tyra’s eyes widen...he 
couldn’t imagine what Felipe had
said but it must’ve been good. Mark said, “Sorry but I 
don’t understand
French...could you translate for me darlin’?” 
 
Trying not to choke on my tea I nodded and said, “He 
said, Shane is on the porch
on his cell phone.” I could feel the crimson sliding 
into my cheeks. Mark leaned
over the counter and said, “I may not know French, but 
I know there was more to
what he said, and I also know a beautiful woman 
doesn’t blush for no reason.”
 
I swallowed hard and blushed even deeper. I said, 
“Yes...there was more...but
Felipe was being distasteful and disgusting...and I 
apologize.” Mark said, “Hell
honey, don’t apologize...disgusting and distasteful 
comments are something I like
depending on who they are said to at certain moments.”
 
My blush depends 15 times the legal limit and I 
giggled a little. Mark said, “Now
if you’ll excuse me...I’ll see you two trouble makers 
later tonight.”
 
We watched Mark walk away and Felipe said, “Était-ce 
mon imagination ou cette
grande brute flirtait-elle avec vous?” I glared at him 
and said, “Silence Felipe!”
 
 
 
Translation
 
English: So...Which one of the American beef cakes are 
you drooling over Miss.
Billings?
French: Ainsi... qu'un du boeuf américain durcit êtes 
vous radotant au-dessus de
la Mlle. Billings
English: These as you put it american beef cakes work 
with my god father...there
isn't one in the bunch that could turn my head let 
alone make me drool.
French: Ceux-ci car vous le mettez les gâteaux 
américains de boeuf fonctionnent
avec mon dieu que le père... là isn't un dans le 
groupe qui pourrait tourner ma
tête encore moins me font la bave.
English: Cmon I saw the way that big tattooed scary 
looking guy was watching you
eat breakfast this morning...you can not tell me that 
you dont think hes a little
attractive...hell if I was a woman id think he was 
sexy as a beautiful french
woman wo talked dirty to me in french while we made 
love.
French: Cmon I a vu la manière dont grand tattooed 
type regardant effrayant vous
observait mangent le petit déjeuner ce matin... que 
vous ne pouvez pas me dire
que vous ne pensez pas des hes... enfer attrayant si 
j'étais une identification
de femme pensez qu'il était sexy car un beau OE 
français de femme m'a parlé sale
en français tandis que nous faisions l'amour.
English: I hardly doubt that man can speak a lick of 
French, let alone want to
speak it to me while making love dirty or other wise.I 
am not looking for romance
or love...I just want to run this place...it is the 
only thing i have left from
mom and dad. even though it would be nice to fall in 
love some day...it is just
not today.
French: Je doute à peine de que l'homme peut parler un 
lèchement de Français,
veux encore moins le parler me tout en rendant l'amour 
sale ou l'autre recherche
de wise.I AM romane ou l'amour... que je veux juste 
courir cet endroit... c'est
la seule chose j'ai laissée de la maman et du papa. 
quoiqu'il fasse beau d'être
amoureux un certain jour... il est juste pas 
aujourd'hui.
French: Oui... il est dehors sur le porche plan à son 
téléphone de cellules, mais
vous ne devriez pas demander sur lui quand vous si 
porter Tyra jusqu'à sa pièce
de lui faire l'amour passionné sauvage.
English: Yes...he is out on the front porch on his 
cell phone, but you should not
be asking about him when you should be carrying Tyra 
up to her room to make wild
passionate love to her.
French: Était-ce mon imagination ou cette grande brute 
flirtait-elle avec vous ?
English: Was it my imagination or was that big brute 
flirting with you? 
French: Silence Felipe !
English: Hush Felipe!
 
Chapter 4
 
A couple of hours later, Mark walked over with Shane 
and said, “Is there any good
snow tired transportation out of here?” I said, “Of 
course. My jeep.” 
 
Mark turned to Shane and said, “Shane can you drive me 
into town to pick up my
bike? Your father called me and said he had it shipped 
here...which remind me to
kiss that man the next time I see him.”
 
I said, “Excuse me...You wanna get down this mountain 
to pick up your bike, I
drive you in my jeep...not Shane drives you in MY 
jeep...Are we clear?” 
 
Mark said, “No offence but you’re a woman.”