A/N: Another from the vault, written in early 2000, I think and another fluffy piece. My writing was so horrible back then! LOL, but here it is regardless.


1

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe, just maybe, we weren't meant to be?" Lindsay demanded. "I mean, you are great and all but... You're just not what I want in a man. I'm sorry Mark. That's just the way it is." She looked at him as if he were a child needing to have everything explained to him.

Mark looked down at her calmly. He couldn't believe that after a year of what was, at least he had thought, was a serious and dedicated relationship, Lindsay wanted out. The thing was, he didn't know why. "Lindz, I don't know why you're doing this. What went wrong?" He asked her quietly.

Lindsay stomped her foot in a frustrated gesture. "Mark, it's..." She took a deep breath and ran her hands threw her perfectly permed blond tresses. "You're just to... to... to you."

"To me?" Now he was really confused.

"Don't ask me to explain it but... You're just strange Mark. You're smothering me and I need my space. Okay?"

Mark nodded. "Fine, Lindz. Whatever you want."

She smiled brightly. "See? That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

He forced himself to return the smile, even though he wanted to rip out her heart seeing as how she just broke his. "No."

"I got to go now. I'll see you sometime." Then Lindsay walked out of his locker room.

Mark sat down on the couch totally depressed. When she said that she needed to talk to him, he knew it wasn't going to be a pleasant little chat. But he hadn't expected her to do this. He thought that they had something good going. He wasn't aware that he had been smothering her. Attentive maybe, but smothering?

"Hey man."

Mark looked up to see his best friend, Glenn Jacobs. "Hey."

"I seen Lindz go by. Did she win the lotto or something?"

"Why?"

Glenn sat across from Mark on a steel chair. "Because she was grinning like she was the happiest woman alive."

Mark slumped back feeling even more dejected. "No. She just broke up with me."

"Oh..." Glenn sat there quietly for a moment. "She say why?"

"I'm to intense and I smothered her."

"Intense and smothering. I can see how that would bother a woman. But what I can't see is where she got the idea that that's what you were. If anything she was smothering you."

Mark tensed up. "She isn't here to defend herself so don't go talking her down."

Glenn stood up with an apologetic gesture. "Mark, I'm just stating the facts. You ain't got to bite my head off for it."

"Leave Glenn. Or else I'm going to do something worse then biting off your head." Mark threatened. "Like busting you in the mouth."

Glenn moved towards the door. "You know something? I can't honestly see how she left you. She had you right where she wanted you. Wrapped around her little finger." He took off after that.

Mark stared at the door in utter disbelief. He couldn't believe what his best friend had just said. "No, Lindz wasn't trying to control me." He told himself. In his heart, Mark knew that Glenn was right. She wanted to mold him into her own personal play toy. When he hadn't gone along with her game plan, she decided to go elsewhere, to find someone dumb enough to play by her rules. Mark felt a bitterness rise in his chest. He wanted to hurt Lindz for what she had done to him. He wanted to make her feel the heart wrenching pain that he was.

***

Alexandria and her best friend, Dannie, eagerly waited for the show to begin in their front row seats. They were at a WWF house show at the Civic Center in Canton, Ohio. Generally they saved their money for the T.V. events but this time their two favorite wrestlers were going to be here. The Undertaker and Kane.

"Oh my God, I am so excited!" Dannie said.

"Calm down girl. You're going to make me hyper." Alex whispered.

"You are hyper!"

"And you're insane!" Alex gestured to Dannie's outfit. "Only a madwoman would wear that!"

Dannie was in a pair of daisy duke jean cut-offs that were as short as they could be without being called 'indecent' by the law's standards. And a black shirt that was cut above the belly with no sleeves, it had KANE scrawled on it in blood red.

"I like to stand out." Dannie replied with a grin.

"I noticed."

"At least I'm not a man wanna-be." she teased.

Alex looked down at her black flare jeans and black Harley Davidson tank top. "I do not look like a man!"

"I'm joking." Dannie looked up as the lights dimmed. "It's starting!"

The two quit bickering and settled down to watch. It started out with Viscera taking on Bob Holly in a hardcore match. Neither was all that interested in it. They were here to see the 'brothers.'

"I'll be back. I'm going to go get a water. You want anything?" Alex asked, standing up.

Dannie looked up at her. "Yeah, I want Kane but I'll take a water."

"Smartass." Alex made her way back to the refreshment area. She waited patiently at the back of the line. When it was her turned to be served, most of the other people were back in their seats. "Great... I missed the show." she thought. "Two waters please."

"Two-fifty." The man behind the counter said with a bored look.

Alex dug into her pocket for her wallet. "Oh no." She had accidentally left it with Dannie. "Um..."

"Lady, that's two dollars and fifty cents. You either got it or you don't." he told her.

"I left my wallet out in the arena. Um..."

"Here." The money was held out.

Alex turned to see Mark Callaway, aka the Undertaker, standing there. Her jaw dropped to the floor.

"Get me a water too." he instructed. Mark handed her the two bottles.

"Thanks." she fumbled. "I can... uh... pay you back. I just need..."

He cut her off. "Don't worry about it."

A million things flooded her mind to say to him. She wanted to tell him how much she adored and loved him. How much she respected him. The only thing Alex could get out was, "Damn, you are tall!"

Even with what had just happened with Lindsay, Mark couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, I think."

Alex blushed. "I can't believe I said that." she muttered.

"How come?"

"Because you've probably got better things to do then listen to me exclaim how tall you are."

"Not for at least an hour." Mark replied. He looked past the woman and seen Lindsay talking to someone. "What is she still doing here?" he wondered. He spotted Paul Levesque standing in front of her. That was a shock since Paul didn't make appearances at house shows unless he absolutely had too. Then it hit him. Mark felt ill seeing Paul stroking Lindz's bare arms. The way she was smiling was enough to make him want to kill.

"Are you all right, Mr. Callaway?" the woman asked with a concerned look.

Mark looked down at her, a smile forming. Two could play this little game. "I'm fine, darlin'." he drawled slowly. "Call me Mark."

She blushed. "Okay."

"What's your name hon?"

"Alexandria."

"Alexandria." He repeated. "That's nice."

Alex smiled again. "Thanks." She was inwardly on the verge of hyperventilating. her idol was talking to her, calling her 'darlin' and 'hon!'

"Would you like to sit down with me for awhile?" he asked with a sexy grin. "I don't have to get around for another hour or so..."

"S-sure." Alex stuttered. She felt like slapping herself. "Calm down you idiot." she mentally scolded.

Mark casually wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her over to a bench. He chuckled when he felt a small tremor course through her body. "Uncomfortable?"

"No." Alex whispered.

Mark sat down with Alex next to him. He didn't remove his arm. He was aware that Lindsay was discreetly watching him while still managing to flirt with Paul. He caught her eye and smiled broadly. She turned back to Paul feeling slighted.

"So Alex, tell me something about yourself."

Alexandria looked up at him surprised. "Myself? Like what?"

He laughed in amusement. "Well, you could start out by telling me what you do for a living."

Alex flushed in excitement as she started talking. "I write children stories and suspense novels."

"Are any of them published?"

"Two children's books and one novel. I'm trying to work out a deal with a publisher."

Mark listened as Alex talked. He wasn't really paying all that much attention. Occasionally he would put in a 'go on' or 'uh huh' to keep her going. He was smiling the entire time. Mostly it was because Lindz was beginning to get jealous and having a hard time in keeping it to herself.

"So that's about it." Alex finished.

"Huh?" he looked back down at her.

"The publisher said that they'd call me back in a week or two and that's it." she repeated. "I must be boring you to death with all this..."

"No no no." Mark assured her. "You're not." he glanced up at the hallway clock and seen that it was about time for his match. "As much as I hate to do this, I need to go get around for my match."

"Oh, ok." A small look of disappointment crossed her face. "It was really cool talking to you."

"Same here." Mark took her hand and stood up. He walked her over to the entrance to the seats, which was conveniently near the spot Lindsay and Paul were at. "In fact Alex, I'd like to do it again."

"Really?" Alexandria's face lit up.

"Yeah, really. May I have your phone number?"

"Sure..." Alex pulled a small notebook and black pen from her back pocket. She quickly jotted down her name and number. "Here you go." She tore the sheet of paper out and handed it to him shyly.

Mark gave her another sexy little grin. He knew that Lindz was listening to every word that was being exchanged. "Is it all right if I call you sometime?"

"Anytime."

Mark was about to say something when he heard: "Paul, would you like to go out for some drinks?" He watched as Lindz ran her hands over Paul's broad chest. She wasnt going to allow him to beat her at her own game.

"Sure Lindz." Paul agreed eagerly.

Mark made himself focus on Alex again. "I have to go now. I'll give you a call soon."

"Okay." Alex nodded.

Just to spite Lindsay, Mark bent down and hugged Alex. Alex let out a muffled gasp as she felt his arms enclose around her. He moved so his mouth was right next to her ear. "Real soon." he whispered, staring holes through Lindz. She was now eyeing him furiously.

When Mark let her go, Alex was flushed pink. "Um... it was nice meeting you Mark. I better go now." She was so tongue tied that she was fumbling over her words.

He lowered his voice to a seductive pitch. "It was very nice meeting you Alexandria."

With a small giggle she disappeared threw the arch.

Mark turned, flashed Lindz a triumphant smile, and went to his locker room.