Flashback-March 14, 2004: Wrestlemania XX

"Gianna, please! You need to leave me alone." Dwayne yelled down the hall as we walked toward the back door.

Twenty-one year old Gianna followed the wrestling legend as he was about to make his last exit out of a WWE venue. After tonight, he would retire from wrestling to pursue his acting career. Gianna didn't want him to leave.

Correction. She didn't want him to leave without her.

Ever since she stepped foot in this business in 2002, she had an eye on Dwayne. She was only nineteen when she met him, compared to his age of 29. They hung out after live shows, going out to eat or just sitting in a hotel lobby talking. She learned everything about wrestling from him. Eventually she tried pulling him in. But he would always pull away, using different excuses to get away.

She wasn't going to let him get away again. Not this time.

"Please just give me a chance! You haven't even considered being with me!" Gianna yelled back.

"I don't have to consider it to know that it's not right." Dwayne told her.

"Tell me why it's not right!" Gianna yelled, trying to gain momentum as he fastened his pace.

"What do you mean?" Dwayne asked, briefly looking back to see if Gianna was still following him.

"Tell me why it's not right for us to be together!" Gianna shouted.

Dwayne stopped walking and set his bag down on the ground. Gianna stopped running and bent over, hands on her hips. It was hard running in black stilettos and a short black leather mini skirt. They were about a hundred feet from the exit. The security guard saw Dwayne approaching and already had the door open for him. Outside his limo waited to take him to the airport, and away from her. He turned around and made his way toward her. His 6'4 frame towered her 5'6. He stood in front of her, not saying a word. Gianna stared into his eyes and grabbed his hands.

"You never told me why you couldn't be with me. I know the excuses you used were made up. They weren't how you really felt. Why can't we be together?" Gianna asked, with tears in her eyes.

Dwayne released one of her hands and removed a tear that started to trickle down her cheek. She closed her eyes and embraced his touch. She opened them up once more to hear Dwayne's verdict.

"I'm thirty-one, Gianna. You're twenty-one." Dwayne finally said.

"So?" Gianna asked.

Dwayne closed his eyes and turned his head toward the door. His eyes lingered on the car waiting for him. Gianna tightened the grip on his hand. She hoped that he would never let go. He looked back at her and sighed.

"When I turn thirty-two in May, we're going to be eleven years apart." Dwayne pointed out.

"What are you trying to say?" Gianna asked.

"You're too young for me. I'm sorry Gianna." Dwayne apologized.

Dwayne kissed Gianna lightly on the top of the head and walked away. He picked his bag up off the floor where he left it and slowly walked through the door. As he turned to look back, he saw Gianna kneeled on the floor, crying into her palms. It would be his last image of the WWE.

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Seven Years Later

Gianna sat in her dressing room on the floor, knees folded into her chest. She had one hour to get ready for the show, but she had no intention of stepping out of the room. She wanted to stay in her corner and hide from the world. She pulled the hood of her blue Hollister zip-up over her head and buried her head between her knees. Her fire red hair fell to her left side in curls. She took in a deep breath as she closed her eyes. She needed to calm down. But after a while, she found that to be impossible as soon as she was reminded of who was coming back.

Seven years. It had been seven years since she saw him walk away from her. Seven years without any contact. Seven years of watching him through films, TV stints, interviews and magazine covers. He never tried to talk to her after that night. She could never bring herself to call him either. As a young girl, seven years ago he broke her heart. But now at twenty-eight, he broke her. She could never find anyone that amounted to the kind of guy he was. No one made her feel the way that he made her feel.

And now, seven years later, he was back.

What brought him back, she didn't know. Maybe he finally realized that his movie career really wasn't much of a career. Yes, she saw all of his movies. She couldn't help but see him any chance she got. She only liked a rare few of his dozen or so films. But she loved every single one of them because of him. Or maybe he came back because Vince had been losing revenue over the past couple months. He needed that boost of that magic he had with Dwayne in 1999-2000. Whatever the reason, Gianna had no intention to find out. She worried that one look at him and she would fall to her knees.

Gianna lifted her head as she looked at the time. 7:20. She had only forty minutes to get ready. She stood up and put her hood down. She walked over to the vanity in her dressing room and dumped her make-up bag out on the counter. She pulled out various eye shadows while unzipping her ring attire for the night. She sighed as she laid the colors next to the outfit, deciding which one went best.

If, in the off chance, she did run into Dwayne, she would look damn good doing it.

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This is just an intro chapter, so sorry if it's slow/boring, but it will progress I promise! This is a new idea that popped into my head this past week and was bursting to get out. So PLEASE REVIEW!