There she was again. The woman who he just couldn't take his eyes off of every time she came into the Starbucks coffee shop looking even more "f.a.b.u.l.o.u.s" each time he saw her. The Smackdown Women's Champion, a.k.a the Princess of Staten Island, Carmella had gotten Mark Henry's attention for quite some time now, without her really noticing. Every now and then, she would glance into his direction, waving him off, and thinking nothing of the obvious affection he had for her, and nor could he really blame her. She probably got a lot of attention from men all the time the way he saw it, and ones which were probably far more appeasing to the eye than he was at this point in his life. He wasn't the love machine he used to be, back in his heyday, when he was younger and working his charm on women left and right, as they took to him like he was a big ol' teddy bear with a big heart and a lot of love to give. Those days were over, and now here he was sitting in a coffee shop, not only formerly known for his ladies man reputation, but also barely even keeping up with his other claim to fame as the "World's Strongest Man". There was nothing he could possibly offer a woman like Carmella, but yet he still couldn't help but romanticize about the idea. For all the women he's come across in his almost 50 years of existence, he had never seen one quite like her before. He saw the essence of her beauty, as the very embodiment of a woman on a hot Summer's day, with her long stream of blonde hair running down her face and over her shoulders, a pair of sunglasses to cover her pretty green eyes, a body which shows off the variations of her background, "swagger" almost literally coming out the "Ying-Yang", flesh made of "honey", and a nice Mocha coffee Frappuccino made with some caramel to match her name. As if this wasn't enough, she sure drove him wild, slurping her drink down with her full sized lips ever-so sensually. He was completely at a loss and didn't know what to do with himself, so he took a moment to regain his composure and started contemplating again on whether or not he should approach her. He already felt like he was in over his head, but he just couldn't help but think again. His feelings of regret would start to build on him if he didn't at least try to make a move, and he'd rather just "man up" and try his luck or "lack thereof". How bad could it be really? The chances of winning her over were slim to none just going off of his age compared to her's, however, he did have an advantage as he was drawn to her interests as well as her beauty. Her swagger was already a giveaway, but what gave him more hope was her apparent love of pancakes. He wasn't as "down" as her posse' the "New Day", but he sure remembered how to treat a woman to a nice morning breakfast, and he would love to add some "chocolate" to her syrup as well as her life, if she was willing. He decided it was a now or never deal, so he went in for the approach like a man to show what he was made of.
Mark Henry apparently still had it in him to get a woman of his choosing. Carmella had accepted him as her "Black Knight and Shining Armor", which more than made up for how he was feeling about himself just prior to their relationship. They went together like "Chocolate Caramel", and in no time they found themselves snuggled up together in bed under the covers, with the lights out, their clothes off, and their shoes on the floor, implying endless nights of nothing but pure love making, and the occasional whispers from one to the other about how they make each other feel on the inside and out.