Some of the wrestlers had come on deck - Kane, Hardy's, Edge, Rock, and
Taker. Security kept the crowd from mobbing them as they went to their
spot to sign autographs. They had also seen Katie get pushed to the deck.
She was still sitting there with a somewhat dazed look on her face.
She saw a pair of black boots. Continuing upward she saw a tree-trunk legs
in black tights, a big chest then a rather handsome face that held emerald
green eyes and long reddish-black hair. Then she saw a huge hand in front
of her.
"Are you okay?" a low voice asked, helping her up.
"I'll be fine," she answered irritably, "no thanks to you," and walked off.
"What was her problem?" Kane asked.
"I don't know. She acted as if we were to blame for this." Taker looked
at her as she walked away.
Katie spent the rest of the afternoon over by the ship's pool. About 5
o'clock she went to her cabin. Anote had been left saying she was invited
to sit at the captain's table and to be there at 7 o'clock in the Princess'
Castle Restaurant. At 6:45 she headed toward the restaurant, grateful she
had thought to pack an evening gown.
She showed the maitre'd her invitation, who seated her immediately.
Aftering ordering her drink, she waited. Katie noticed place cards by each
plate. One was next to hers. It said "Undertaker." She was thinking who
would have such a name. She didn't have long to wait. it wasn't long til
a tall man sat next to her.
"Oh no!" as she thought back to the afternoon.
"Well, I see we meet again. Hope you don't mind," he said with a smile.
She noticed he sat at the name card next to her - Undertaker.
She looked at him as he sat, wondering how she ended up sitting by him. He
did have a nice smile. No, she wasn't going to let that get to her.
"How did you get a name like Undertaker? Sounds rather morbid."
Taker chuckled. "That's not my real name. It's just a name I use when I
wrestle."
"Just as I thought, as phony as wrestling."
"Wrestling isn't all phony. We have some realism. I take it you've never
been to a match before."
"No I haven't and don't care to."
"How can you call it phony when you've never been to a match?"
He looked at her place card. "Tell you what. Some matches are being put on
tomorrow in the evening. Why don't you come and see for yourself, Kathleen."
"I prefer Katie. I'll think about it."
For the rest of the evening she didn't say another word to him or even look
his way.