"What do you mean you're leaving?"
"I mean, I'm leaving. I can't be around you when you're like this."
"Like what? How am I acting?"
"You're acting like an ass and I'm sick of it."
"I'm not acting like an ass!"
"Yes! You are, Jack! You have been treating me like dirt ever since you won that stupid title! I can't take it anymore! I'm gone."
She picked up her suitcase and walked to the door. I swore I wouldn't shed a tear, but when she turned around, looked me dead in the eye and whispered, "I love you so much." I fell apart. What had I done? I pushed away the best part of my life and for what? A lame ass title and some fame. I have to get back to her, no matter what.
Months later I lost the title. The night after she returned. I planned on surprising her. She stood in the middle of the ring waiting on her opponent. I was all nerves when my music hit. She looked extremely angry when I first came out. I swaggered down the ramp to the end of it. I winked at her then dropped and did my pushups. When I stood back up a smile had dawned her face. I jumped onto the apron and climbed into the ring with her. I walked over and grabbed a microphone.
"Mickie, I'm sorry. I was a jerk. You deserved so much better than me. I realize now how much you truly mean to me. I love you, Mickie. I love you so much."
Mickie didn't say anything she just leaped into my arms. I kissed her in front of God and everybody.
"It took you long enough, Jack."
"I'm back baby and I'm all yours." I whispered before I kissed her again.
~End~