I was at a RAW event in Atlanta. I've started going myself, most of my friends seem to be "burned out" on live Wrestling Matches...kind of like watching a silent movie they say. I don't care; I just get such a thrill out of being in the same arena with men I find so very appealing. Since I purchased only one ticket, I got a really good seat... Second row ringside on the floor! I've never been so lucky.
My elation was high as I prepared to leave the arena that evening; my main man was back and in full force. The Undertaker fought a particularly brutal battle that night and I think I got in a few good shots with the camera. My biggest high this night was when the Undertaker fell at my feet in the aisle and as he rose to his feet, his eyes slowly scanned my bare legs, following the tattoos there all the way to the base of my shorts. When he saw the UT/Centaur tattoo on my left thigh, he paused. That was the only time I had ever seen him have any reaction to a fan in the audience and the fact that it was me he reacted to made it even more special.
Fighting the crowds to get out of the arena is not one of my favorite things, so I usually sit tight letting the people thin out a bit. I was sitting in my seat, just arranging my films and souvenirs when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was two security officers.
"Miss," one of them said. I looked up puzzled. "You need to come with us."
"Is there a problem?" I asked really perplexed. I hadn't done anything I knew of that was wrong.
"Would you just please come with us," the other said. They were both totally expressionless so I could not read their faces. "There is someone who wishes to speak to you."
I shrugged, gathered my things and got up to follow them. I've always been impulsive and this was one of those times. I was intrigued by the situation. The two guards placed me between them and instead of going up and out the main pathways of the arena, the led me downward, out one of the floor entranceways which led under the seating area. Once in the back, we saw fewer people. My sense of danger, which is usually good to me, failed me this time. When we had gone around one particular corner, one of the guards grabbed me from behind and held an ether soaked cloth over my nose. Just as consciousness was about to leave me, I felt something being placed over my head.
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My arms ached. My head swam and all was darkness. As my consciousness slowly returned, I became aware of the fact that my arms were tied to something up high on either side of me. So high that my feet, which I felt were bare, hardly touched the stony feeling floor surface. I was forced to stand on tiptoe. There was a chill in the air and I soon realized I was naked. I could feel no clothing touching my body save for the thing, which covered my head. I heard a low-level thrum and could sense people rustling around me. I felt an icy breeze as someone passed me.
"Remove the hood." A deep voice commanded.
My hood was removed and as my eyes adjusted to the dim light I saw him seated on a throne before me. It was The Undertaker. He sat in a huge stone throne, tall torchlights on either side. These same torches lighted the entire chamber. He wore a cape, hood drawn over the top of his head. Sitting with his feet crossed at the ankle I saw he still wore his wrestling boots. On his hands he still wore the leather 'biker' gloves he is noted for. He held in his hands, a short whip, about two feet of hilt and equally two feet of thin leather lash. The Undertaker stared at me, tapping the whip into his left palm rhythmically. I looked hautily at him. My inner stubborn pride predominated. I surveyed my surroundings. The Undertaker had two small hooded Druids on either side of his throne. I was tied securely with leather straps about my wrists to two great stone pillars. His two acolytes stood arms crossed, aside each pillar. I looked up at the restraints and grabbed them with my hands. I pulled futilely on first one then the other, causing my body to sway forward as I tried to keep my balance on my toes.
"Escape is not feasible," Taker said. He slowly rose to his feet, removing his cape, which the Druids promptly retrieved. He still wore his wrestling tights with one exception. He was naked from the waist up. I saw the letters tattooed on his abdomen and inwardly wondered their meaning.
The Undertaker walked slowly to me, ever tapping the tip of the whip in his palm. He circled me like some great cat, circling its prey. Lowering his whip he let it brush lightly against my skin, first on my thigh, then around the side to the back, tapping lightly at the "Attitude" tattoo on my left butt cheek. My head turned trying to follow him. He lifted the hilt of the whip to my cheek, forcing me to face forward once more.
