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>Tag me, his eyes were saying with a fierceness, tag >me. She looked at him, all the while laying on the >mat, dazed. Cena had just given her the FU, and she >had given him the Hellraiser as a counter-attack. The >result had them both on the mat, lying as if they were >unconscious. She rolled over to her side, wincing, and >crawling over to him, inch by inch. She slapped his >hand, and rolled onto the floor, not even paying >attention to what he was doing to Cena. She leaned her >head against the TitanTron and closed her eyes. The >match was in his hands now. He was going to finish the >match and they were going to go later on and celebrate >in the restaurant located in the lower level of the >hotel Vince booked for all of them. As she begun to >get up, she heard the bell ring and Tony's voice over >the microphone: And the winners of this tag-team match >are Talenynnn and The.....Underrrtakerrrrr!!! She >closed her eyes once more and felt the air against her >skin. He would take care of her, make sure she was >okay. She trusted him.....She awoke to a light brush >on her face. His face was mere inches away from hers >and his hair dangled on her face. He smiled. Are you >okay, he asked. Yes Mark, I'm fine, she replied. You >didn't kill him, did you? No, I just knocked him out >for a minute or two. Nothing bad. Jooih's probably >freaking out though, he said. He leaned in and kissed >her passionately. Come on, our car leaves in ten >minutes. We have to be at the hotel soon to get ready >for Vince's little party, he said. Mark took her >things and led her to the outside, leaving behind many >screaming fans. They got to the hotel and entered >their room. Daniella got her clothes out for the night >and showered. She came out and smelled his cologne. >You smell wonderful, she said. You look beautiful, he >replied. They went down to the restaurant. There, they >were greeted by Matt, Jeff, Mick, Steve, Glen, Amy, >Michelle, John, Ashley, Victoria, Torri, Paul, Adam, >Vince, Shane and Linda. Everyone else was scattered >around, either eating or listening to the band [Queen] >playing. Mark and Daniella sat at a table with Vince, >Linda, Adam and Amy. They sat down, listening to the >music. So, I was thinking that there should be a TLC >Steel Cage Hanicap Match between the three of you- >Daniella, Adam and Amy, Vince said. Their food >arrived, and they beagn eating. Oh, but we wouldn't >want Adam's gorgeous face being banged up, now would >we? Well, by anyone but me, said Amy, giggling. Amy, >Adam's face already looks like crap, Linda said. Adam >chuckled. Yea, just as shitty as Vince's, Mark said >laughing. Queen changed their tune, getting ready to >play their next song, Show Must Go On. As soon as >Daniella heard it, she got up with a bewildered look >on her face and said, I-I...I have to go, and she ran >for the door and outside to the pool ladder. The metal >felt like ice against her skin. Tears were pouring >from her face. The flasback of that night hit her >faster than the accident that occured that night >nearly six years ago. She heard footsteps behind her, >and Mark's hand on her shoulder. What happened?, he >asked. She just shook her head. He put his arm around >her and guided her up to their room. He took off his >shirt, and sat her in his lap. What did you run out of >there, he asked her. She buried her face in his chest. >My parents were killed six years ago in a freak gun >shooting, on October 31. I w-was seventeen then. That >was the song playing at their funeral, she said, >sobbing. His chest was wet from her tears. Oh you poor >thing, he thought, to have lost your parents mere days >before you became an adult. He put his arms around >her. I don't ever want to lose you, he said softly, I >love you. I love you too, she whispered. The next day, >Mark awoke a bit early. He looked at her, observing >her. He skin was pale, and it felt like silk. Her eyes >were dark, still outlined in the eye-liner from the >night before. Her lips were a soft pink, her hair dark >red, and black on the bottom. His eyes strayed down to >her arms, ans smiled. They were still a bit pink, from >all the cutting. Her eyes fluttered open, and she >smiled. Did you have a good sleep, he asked. It was >fine, she answered. >Two months later, after the show, Daniella went out to >the TitanTron and sat on the turnbuckle, playing the >events of the night over in her head. I thought I'd >find you here, she head an unfamiliar voice say. She >turned around. What are you doing here, Anthony, she >asked. What's with the tone? I just came to win your >heart back, Anthony said. He got inside the TitanTron >and reached for her hand. She slapped him. Mark heard >voices from backstage. He walked towards them, but >decided to hide behind the huge fist. You think you >can fool around with me for six years, then go >slutting around with any girl who'll have you and come >back for me? Maybe Krystale would be flattered, but >I'm not. I want you OUT of my life, she said. No, I >want you back, Anthony replied. Go away, Daniella >said. No, Anthony replied. Fuck you, Daniella said >with a hatred in her voice. Mark grinned. That's my >girl, he thought. Daniella grabbed a chair from under >the T.Tron and smacked Anthony in the head, and when >he fell, she gave him a Leg-Drop and a kick to the >stomach. He grabbed her foot and pulled it from under >her, causing her to smack her head into the >turnbuckle. Mark grabbed the fist hard. Anthony lay on >top of her. Tell me you don't like this. Tell me it >doesn't turn you on, Anthony said. IT DOESN'T GODDAMN >TURN ME ON!!, Daniella screamed, punching him in the >face. She rolled down and got a table and a >sledgehammer and propped him on the table, then got >onto the top turnbuckle and gave Anthony a Swanton >Bomb, smashing the sledgehammer into his stomach. He >rolled away and spit up blood. That's for all the >years you kept me waiting when you knew I lusted for >you, she said. She kicked him. That's for all the >years you went slutting around, she said. And this, >she said, smacking the sledgehammer into his stomach, >is for the bullshit you're making me go through now. >She dropped the hammer and walked up the ramp. Mark >dropped down and kissed her neck. She elbowed him in >the stomach, thinking he was Anthony. Mark doubled >over and fell on his knees. What the hell was that >for, he asked. Daniella turned around. Her eyes grew >wide with fear. I hurt him. Lord, I hurt huim. He's >gunna kill me, she thought. She turned around and ran >to her car, driving all night to the one place she >knew no one would look for her--Brent Smith's house. >He was on his porch, playing his guitar. When he saw >her, he put it down and smiled. She ran into his arms. >What's up Ginny Weasley. I haven't seen you in a long >time, he said. I need to stay with you for a while. >I'm in deep shit with Mark, she replied. Her dried her >tears with his hand and led her inside. Of course you >can stay here, he said. He got her a glass of water >and they sat on the porch, watching the sun go up. So >what happened to Shinedown, she asked. We split up two >weeks ago. We just do neighborhood gigs now, he said. >Daniella's phone rang. It was Mark. She turned it off. >So...what happened between you two?, he asked. Anthony >came back and--, she began. That bitch is back?!? What >the fuck is he doing here, Brent cried. He came back >to win me over. So I beat his ass. Then Mark must've >come up behind me but I thought it was Anthony again >and I must've knocked the air out of him because when >I turned around, he was on his knees. I got so scared. >I thought he would do something and I just ran away. I >can't go back just yet Brent, she explained. Let's get >you to bed, Brent said. They went upstairs and fell >asleep quickly. >Three weeks later, on a a Friday afternoon, Linda >called Daniella. Vince needs you back. You've been >gone way too long. Where've you been, she asked. I >went over to...a friend's. I'll catch a plane. Where's >it being hosted this time, Daniella asked. Mica, Linda >replied. Arizona? Why there, Daniella asked. No idea. >I'll see you then, Linda replied. Daniella walked to >Brent's room and woke him. I need to get back. Vince >needs me, she said. They packed her bags and he drove >her to the airport. It was great seeing you again. I'm >gunna miss you, Brent said. They hugged once and she >walked down the ramp and into the plane, stowing away >her luggage and sitting down, falling asleep >immediately. When she woke up, she heard the pilot >announce they would be experiencing some turbulence as >they touched down. She thought of Mark. I'll have to >face him again. Oh god, I want to see him again, she >thought. And the turbulence was nothing compared to >the vibrations going up and down her the entire time >they were landing, and as she drove to the >stadium.....She entered Vince's office. But she wasn't >the only one there. Mark was there as well. She looked >at him and blushed. He just stared. Okay then. We're >having a quick one tonight. Two minutes. Clean match. >Daniella, you walk in first, Mark, you come in after >her. Daniella, you immediately go to smack him in the >face and he grabs your hand. You kick him in the groin >and roll down, onto JBL's side and under the >TitanTron. Mark, you get on the ramp side. Get a chair >and smack him in the head, the bell rings, you're DQ'd >and get the hell out of there. Got it, Vince asked. >They nodded. Now, get outta here. I need to talk to >Dave and Ashley alone, Vince said, punching them out. >Daniella looked at the floor. What do you say to the >man you love when you've been hiding from him for >weeks, she asked herself. Mark turned and walked away, >smiling to himself. She wants me. Oh, she wants me >badly. And she's gunna get me, he thought. Meanwhile, >Daniella was standing in the hall, holding her tears >back. It's over, she thought. I've lost him. She ran >to her dressing room and cleaned off the mascara >blotches as well as she could. Her eyes strayed to a >paper clip on her table. She reached for it, then >snapped her hand back. No, she thought, You're not >going through that hell all over again. It hurts too >much. Another voice appeared in her head, taunting >her. Who cares? He hurt you. He should have run after >you or at least tried to track you down. But he >didn't. He doesn't give a crap about you. You're >nothing to him. Let out that pain. It hurts, it said. >Her hand grabbed the paper clip and she punched it >against her wrist. No. Maybe he does care....., she >thought. Bullshit. He doesn't care and you know it. DO >IT, it said. She pressed it into her skin and felt the >blood streaming down her wrist. It felt like the world >was being shaken from her soul. She dragged it across >her wrist, stopping suddenly. She threw the bloody >thing to the floor and sunk down until she was on the >floor. No. I can't do this. If not for him.., she said >to herself. She opened the door and walked down the >hall until she reached the locker room. Jeff saw her >and ran to her. He cleaned off her wound and wrapped a >cloth bandaid on her wrist. What the hell where you >thinking about? Christ, Daniella, you need to control >yourself. You've got a show tonight!!, Jeff exclaimed. >I don't want to see you doing this again, you hear me? >She nodded and Jeff led her out to the hall that went >to the stage. You'll be okay, he said. She heard >Tony's voice over the microphone. This match scheduled >for tonight is a one fall, clean match. And making her >way into the ring, from New York, Talenynnnnnnnnnn!! >Her entrance music went off and she let the music >carry her as she stood in a corner of the ring, her >hair covering her face, fans screaming her name. She >smiled. The room went dark and the gongs chimed, her >heart slowing down. He entered the ring, taking off >his hat. When he took his trenchcoat off, goosebumps >etched into her skin. She ran over to him as he was >leaning in to give Tony his coat and she raised her >hand to smack him, letting it fly to his face. He >turned his head around so quickly she could hear it >crack and his hand closed around hers. She kicked him >in the groin, her knee getting stuck between his legs >and she felt his groin go hard. She wanted to just >freeze and look at him but she remembered what Vince >had told her earlier: chair. She pulled her leg free >and rolled under the TitanTron, grabbing hold of a >chair. The creak of the mat gave her the signal he was >on the other side. The fans were screaming as she got >up from under the mat. JBL laughed. That girl is >crazy, he said. Why do you say that? She's perfectly >sane, Michael Cole replied. Oh, screw you Layfield, >she thought, at least I'm not a freakin' ass that gets >horny off the stupidest things. She ran up to mark and >slammed the chair into his head, knocking him down.The >referee gave the signal for the bell. And the winner >of this match is, Theeeee......Underrrrrtakerrrrrr!!, >Tony announced, raising Mark's hand. As Daniella >walked across the mat, she felt Mark's eyes on her >back. He grabbed her arm and swung her around she that >she faced him. The fans quieted down, surely thinking, >What the HELL is going on?, the same thing Daniella >was thinking. Mark looked down at her and kissed her >gently. What lasted a moment seemed an eternity. The >fans went wild, whistling and stamping their feet. >Some of them laughed, some were shocked [none more >than Daniella herself]. He let go of her arm and she >walked backstage. >Several minutes later, he caught up with her. She >turned around and looked at him. I--, she began, cut >off by Mark. He placed a finger on her lips. You >thought I was Anthony. I understand. I should have >went looking for you after you ran off, but I didn't >want to scare you. Brent called me after you got on >you plane and told me you were with him while you were >gone, he explained. Smart man, she thought. Dani took >a breath. He unwrapped the bandaid on her wrist, not >even looking at it. I hoped you wouldn't, he said, >shaking his head lightly, You were that mad at me, >were you? Scared, she replied, I kept thinking you >would leave me, that it was all over and ...I didn't >know what to do. On what accord would I leave you? It >would not be possible. We share twelve years between >us, yet I feel more love for you than any other person >I've encountered in my life, Mark said, softly. She >looked up at him and smiled. Taking his hand, she led >him to her car. Do you believe in enchanted places, >she asked. He chuckled. What, she asked. Well, I've >already seen the one enchanted place I've wanted to >see for almost two years, he replied, still laughing. >She giggled nervously, and blushed. Seriously? I've >never thought of it, he said. I'm going to take you to >one, she replied, smiling lightly. She turned on the >engine and they rode in silence for an hour. Finally, >they stopped. They sat in front of a saguaro, looking >at the Maricopas that the sun was hiding behind. So >where does the enchantment begin?, Mark asked, placing >his hand on her neck, rubbing it. She put his hand on >his lap and said, It began years ago. When the Earth >was born and the mountains and valleys were just >emerging from the ground. And what do we do, he asked. >Nothing. Or as close to nothing as we possibly can. >You see, it is quite impossible to do absolutely >nothing. Even just sitting here, our bodies are >churning, our minds clattering. We want to take in al >this beauty, but our senses get into the way. We can >hear what the animals say, what the river sounds like, >but we don't actually hear it. The Earth is telling us >its story, but we're so submersed in our lives that we >block it out. We soon forget about it. It's...gone, >Dani said. How do we find this, innber peace, then, >Mark asked. It different for everyone. I just close my >eyes and let the Earth's melody wash over me. I try >not to think of anything, I shut down my mind, and >soon, I'm as empty as a jar, she explained. She closed >her eyes, and Mark followed her example. He opened his >eyes 15 minutes later and looked out at the mountains. >They were beautiful, lavender against the sun and the >mica-spotted floor. His eyes fell uponher soon enough. >He tried looking at the scenery around him, but his >eyes always landed on her. It was as if she was gone, >as if her soul had left her body behind. She had a >faint smile on her lips and her hair looked as if it >was on fire. He leaned her towards him. Is that it, >she asked. It's....breathtaking. A silence like no >other. It certainly helps after hearing about 16,000 >screaming fans for two hours, he replied, chuckling. >It's bliss, she said, walking to the car. Do you want >to go back to the hotel, or home, Mark asked. Home, >she said. Two hours later, they were home. Good >morning, lady and sir, the butler said. Morning >already, Walter?, Mark asked. Yes, sir, tis three in >the morning, Walter replied. Did you light the >candles, Daniella asked Walter aside. Yes, m'lady, all >taken care of, he said. Thanks a bunch, she said. I'm >gunna go sleep for a while, Mark said, oblivious to >the grin on Dani's face. She ran up the stairs and >into her room, slamming the door behind her. Mark >walked into his room, looking confused. He sat on the >bed and she knocked on the door lightly. Come in, he >said. She came in, wearing a school-girl's outfit- >white blouse, half open, plaid skirt, inches above her >knees and stockings, her hair straight down. He >started laughing. Mr.Calaway, she said, softly, I >think I'm failing Chemistry. She sat in his lap, >facing him. Could you...help me study better?, she >asked. She stroked his beard, her eyes locked on his, >fingers itching to take his clothes off, to be tossed >around the bed. His fingers played around with the >buttons on her shirt. He got up, went into his closet >and put on his trenchcoat, then sat back down on the >bed. She pushed him down lightly and sat on his >abdomen. He placed one finger on her shirt and pushed >it down, taking her arms out of the shirt. She >unzipped his pants and lay face down on his chest, >tracing the tattoo on his stomach, the trenchcoat cold >against her shoulders. Do you believe in Fate, he >asked her, taking her skirt off, slipping the >stockings off her feet. Yes, she whispered, slipping >his shirt over his head. She dug her nails into his >hipbones. You are The One for me, Mark. You're my One >and Only, she said. He fliped her onto the bed, ending >up over her. He kissed her lightly, pressing his body >unto hers, theirs hearts beating faster. She gripped >his muscles, looking him straight in the face, >grinning. What's so funny, he asked. You're a hard man >to scare, but an easy one to seduce, Sir Mark, she >said, giggling. Oh, am I really, he asked. Yes, you >are, she replied, sliding down so that she faced his >stomach, their knees touching. He pushed her down >further so that she was in view of his cock. She >smirked, then began to rub it gently, slowly and >passionately. He moaned with pleasure and she slid >back up the bed, her breasts going erect every second >they were in contact with his massive chest. She >looked at him, but she didn't see what anybody else >saw. She didn't see the velvet black hair, the >electric green eyes or the tattoos on his built arms. >She saw a man who loved her with burning love in his >eyes. Suddenly, Mark was completely overcome with >passion. He took his cock and he shoved it into her, >wanting to please her. But his passion was too much >for her to handle. Dani bit her lip to hold in the >scream, and bit down hard, making it bleed. Mark >quickly took it out and held her in his arms. I'm so >sorry, he said. She laughed quietly. You're too full >of passion, Mark, she said, smiling weakly. She >snuggled into the crook of his arm and leaned her head >on his shoulder, tracing her finger up and down his >torso. We'd better get some sleep, Mark said, kissing >her on the forhead. They went to be. The clock next to >the bed said it was four in the morning. They woke up >the next morning to a knock on the door. Sir, your >guests are here, Walter said. They got up and dressed >in jeans and a shirt, then went downstairs. They were >greeted by Jeff, Matt, Joohi, John and Rey. So, how's >everything?, Rey asked. Fine, Mark replied. Did you >guys get any sleep at all last night, Joohi asked, >sitting on John's lap. About, 2-3 hours, Daniella >replied, grinning. She slipped her hand into Mark's, >leaning on his chest. We are perfect, they thought >together.

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