Daytona Beach Bike Week

Karen had a romance novel parked in her lap as she turned the pages. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a stylish ponytail, with a few braids running through it. She had them put in earlier, in a good mood from her lovely beach vacation. She was there for only a day, spending a majority of the time digging her feet in the sand, stretched out lazily on a beach chair.

Up until the noise started.

Hundreds of thousands of motorcycles. The din was as unacceptable as it was unexpected, jarring Karen from her tranquility. She threw her book down in the sand, and got up to her feet. "WHAT THE FUCK!" She bellowed and covered her ears. She reached down and grabbed her beach wrap, a thin, blue gauzy material, the same color as her dark bikini. She put on her hat, storming along the beach toward the rally.

What greeted her horrified her. Many men, and women, dressed in mostly leather, revving their motorcycles. It was as if she had stumbled head long into her old life again. She stuck out like a sore thumb, dressed in her bikini and wrap tied around her waist.

"Out of the way honey!" Michelle replied smoothly as she collided with Karen, jarring the older woman carelessly. She went back toward Mark, handing him one of the two drinks she was carrying. "Here ya go, Markie. Funny meetin' up with ya'll here huh?" She purred, twirling a piece of her blonde hair around in her finger tips, unaware of the seething woman she had so carelessly annoyed.

Mark was sitting on his bike - one of his most prized possessions, a beauty he had customized especially for his last win of the World Championship over at - bandana over his forehead and sunglasses shielding his green eyes from the world.
He usually wasn't one for crowds, but for the Daytona Beach Bike week... he was more than willing to make an exception. Now, if only he could enjoy talking with strangers about shiny rocket monsters without being interrupted...

Mark sighed. Granted, there was nothing unpleasant about having a hot blonde practically begging for your attention. They weren't dating.. he didn't think so at least. Casually flirting, maybe? Mark didn't really care. He took the drink.

"Thanks. Yeah, real coincidence."

Mark looked behind Michelle, and spotted a very irate looking woman, whose glare was directed at the blonde. He sipped his drink.

"I think you might want to turn around, luv."

"What, the old hag? I'm not worried." She scoffed not caring that she was in ear shot of Karen and twirled her blonde hair between her fingers. She always liked older men, especially big powerful ones like Mark. "I'm so glad I ran into ya down here, what are the odds? It's such a big rally!"

As she blathered on, Karen removed the wrap from her waist, tightening her fists around the thin fabric as she approached Michelle. She threw the fabric around Michelle's neck, choking her from behind. "I'm not old you skanky Styles rip off!" She howled and brought the woman down to the ground.

"Let go of me grandma!" Michelle bellowed and the two of them began to scuffle. Karen couldn't wrestle well, but she knew how to brawl- Kurt showed her how to protect herself, and when she dated Jeff Jarrett for a period of time she added dirty fighting to that knowledge.

The younger woman had wrestling skill and she used it on Karen. When she went to move, Michelle grabbed her by the hair and whipped her around in a hair toss. Karen's bikini top wasn't meant for this type of behavior and was torn in the scuffle, leaving her topless. Most men who weren't paying attention to the women fighting were now. Karen took advantage of the distraction, and grabbed up some loose gravel throwing it in Michelle's face. The blonde woman let go of her hair, allowing her to get up and toss Michelle's drink in her face, along with someone's hot dog, a motorcycle helmet, and a stack of napkins from a stand. She took the liberty of a vacant bottle of mustard and squirted it all over Michelle.

"I'm not old you stupid skank! You only wish you could be me and look this good! Take it back you whore!"

Michelle sobbed out a humiliated apology and went running for the bathroom to clean herself off.

"Bitch." Karen muttered standing there triumphant and topless. When she noticed all the men staring she scowled at them. "Screw off! Nothing to see here." She crossed her arms across her chest, frowning what outwardly appeared to be frustration but secretly was fear. She had no cash on her, no spare clothes- she did not want to be arrested for indecent expose.

Mark watched, mildly amused, as two hot chicks fought for dominance right in front of him. Sensing this was a battle he had better stay out of the way of, he wisely decided not to interfere, taking cover and wincing a few times as he witnessed female ferociousness.
When Michelle fled, beaten, he cautiously approached the winner - who had very nice breasts to go along her fiery temper, from what he could see.
He took off his sleeveless leather jacket and cleared his throat to get her attention, mutely presenting Karen with the item of clothing and focusing on looking into her eyes rather than at her chest.

Karen turned around at the sound, looking at the leather jacket offered to her. She scrambled to put it on, zipping it up to cover herself as the bikers made a noise of obvious displeasure. "Perverts." She muttered and looked up to Mark-- literally.

She squirmed on her feet, never one to say please or thank you very often, but in this case it was warranted- plus, this was the legendary Undertaker, Mark Calloway. Politeness was customary. "Thank you." She strained to get out. "Accompany me back to my hotel and I'll give you your uh..." She looked down at the garment, she pulled at it in obvious dismay. What the hell was this thing anyway? "Vest-jacket back. Also, you may not like this, but your girlfriend is a stupid shrill cunt. And I'm not sorry for humiliating her."

Mark hid a chuckle . He couldn't really blame the disappointed men. He made a sign to one of his friends so they'd watch his bike for a while.

"You're welcome," he said tranquilly. "Michelle is not my... 'girlfriend'. Otherwise I'd feel the need to defend her honor. But since she lost fair and square... to the winner goes the right to badmouth the loser I suppose."

He extended a hand and introduced himself.

"Mark Calloway."

Karen shook her hand, idly wondering what match he was watching. She threw gravel in Michelle's face and threw things at her without mercy. But she shrugged her shoulder.

"Karen." She said simply, and smoothed her new leather dress down as she glanced around at the other women at the rally. Really, she didn't look too out of place, as there were women far, FAR scantily clad than her.

"And yes it does. Stupid little girl. What the hell right does she think she has to bad mouth me and call me old?! Ugh!" She growled out and shook her head. "Whatever, whatever. I'm over it. I promise I won't take too much of your time. My hotel is right over there." She pointed to it. It wasn't a far walk from the rally.

The corners of Mark's mouth twitched upwards. So Karen, she said her name was, growled. It was... oddly intimidating and endearing at the same time. He went to her side, shielding her from the most rude/agitated people as they started making their way through the crowds of bikers in the direction of the hotel, and sought to placate her.

"She had no right, and I think she learned that lesson the hardest way possible. To be honest I didn't think you would win, even with the help of foreign objects. I was impressed."

He left out the terms that came to his mind: "by your viciousness, ferocity, bitch attitude, etc..."

"Well... You don't insult me and get away with it easily. And I know she's a wrestler. I'm just a woman but I know how to cheat to get a win. So... I did what I had to do." She trotted along beside him, seemingly fitting in with the rest of the crowd now with some leather on her. Soon enough they were at Karen's hotel room.

"Sit down any where." She offered and went over to her suit case. She took off the vest, figuring Mark had seen her breasts anyway- and that it didn't matter. She tossed it at him, and went through her things for a new outfit. She pulled out a bright red lacy bra, putting that on along with a black sleeveless shirt. She shimmied herself into a white mini skirt over her bikini bottoms. She kept the pair of high heeled sandals she had on from earlier.

"Okay. I'm good. Listen, I tore you away from your event, you escorted me back here- is there..." She grunted slightly and fidgeted a bit. "I... Well... did you want me to go with you to the rally? Pretty women attract attention to your bike, after all."

Mark preferred to lean against the wall instead of sitting down, then blinked and grabbed the thrown jacket as Karen casually undressed in front of him. He almost looked away but then decided that if Karen didn't have a problem with him seeing her naked, then why should he? The view was certainly pretty, though he refrained from letting any appreciative sound slip as he admired the bra.

He grinned at her offer.

"That's awfully sweet of you, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable.." Mark paused, tilting his head as he looked at her. "But I wouldn't mind taking you out for a drink, if you'd let me."

Karen put her hands on her hips. "You think your biker friends made me uncomfortable?" She wondered if she should correct him about her wild younger days as a stripper, but decided against it.

"Trust me, I've been through a lot worse than have a bunch of sun baked bikers stare at my tits." She patted them. Too bad she couldn't charge a cover fee- she could have made a few bucks. "It wouldn't make me uncomfortable, trust me. And I suppose yes- I could use a drink after today. So long as you're buying- I'm there." She grabbed up her purse from her suitcase.

"Just be prepared. I'm expensive."

Mark raised an eyebrow at Karen's statement that she wouldn't be uncomfortable. She didn't seem the type to hang around loud crowds in leather and motorcycles, and in his mind, not wanting to come back to a place where she had had her breasts exposed for all to see would have been a likely reaction. But then again, maybe he was in the wrong. Women were so complicated.

"Nothing too bad, I hope?" He commented off handedly, not really expecting an answer, and pushed himself off the wall.
He patted his pocket to make sure he still had his wallet.

"You don't see me backing off," he said, and opened the door for her. "Hotel bar or somewhere nearer to the beach?"

"Nothing I'd ever want to do again, that's for sure." She scoffed and nodded. "The hotel bar is fine. I don't like to drink alcohol in the sun." It often made her get nauseous- even though she wasn't sure why.

She threw her purse over her shoulder- double checking to make sure she had everything important in it before heading over to the door. She shoved her key card into it, and looked to Mark- waiting for the man to offer her his arm.

Karen didn't have to wait long. Mark offered his arm without even thinking about it, years of etiquette lessons having been imprinted in his mind when he was a boy. His father had insisted that all his sons should know how to treat a lady.
Mark led Karen back downstairs to the hotel bar, making sure to shorten the length of his steps so that his unexpected date could keep up.

He wasn't really the talkative type, so he just enjoyed the feel of the beautiful woman at his arm while gathering in his mind what he knew of her already: she was confident, aggressive when pissed off, NOT shy, had beautiful... everything, used to do something for a living that had toughen her up, had high self esteem and expectations.

Half a grin formed on his face as they made their way to the bar. He ordered a beer for himself then turned to Karen to ask what she wanted.

Karen took the arm, smirking at Mark for his willingness to comply to her. She stumbled slightly until Mark slowed his pace- his legs were way longer than hers and she was thankful for him slowing up.

She approached the bar, standing beside Mark as she looked around the area, scanning the bottles for what she could potentially drink. "Ohhh. Hmmm. I'll have a whiskey sour." She nodded to Mark. "What did you say you were getting? A beer, right?" She said shouting over the noise in the bar. "It's hard to hear in here! Maybe we should go outside on the patio and enjoy the drinks out there."