What can I say? Life gets in the way of many things...more like depression causes you to lose any creativity and imagination you once had. Took me what felt like a lifetime to get pulled out of the deep cavern it created in my life. I'm just now starting to get my creative spark back. The world is full of color, no more black tunnel of misery. I know it has been a year since I updated this story and that to me is unforgivable. I hate starting things and not finishing so I am determined to bring this story to a definite conclusion. For those of you still on for the ride thank you a million times over for sticking by this little story of mine.

Mackenzie sat in her seat and couldn't stop fidgeting. She looked at the ring in front of her and could only imagine horrible things happening in it. It was tall and it made her feel even smaller than she already was.

"How could he throw himself around that thing for a living?" She thought to herself.

"Is this your first live event?" A guy next to her asked, bringing Mackenzie out of her anxiety inducing thoughts. She suspected he was tall since he was an entire head taller than her just sitting down. He had a little boy next to him, looked to be around eight or nine years old.

"Yeah, yours?"

"No we've been to a few others but this our first in the front row." The man said putting his arm around what Mackenzie assumed was his son. The kid had the fathers same nose and brown eyes. He was slightly darker skinned. Mackenzie assumed it had to come from his mother.

"It's awesome, punk's gunna get his butt kicked."

"He might not, he is the champ after all." The kid rolled his eyes dismissing Mackenzie's attempts to defend the man who shared her bed last night.

"Marcus that was very rude, apologize." Marcus mumbled a soft sorry before sitting back in his chair sulking.

"Sorry about that, sometimes he gets a bit over enthusiastic."

"It's fine, heat of the moment thing."

"I'm Gavin." He held his hand out for Mackenzie to shake.

"Mackenzie." She took his hand and gave it a firm shake, happy that he didn't loosen his grip just because she was a woman.

"As you may have guessed this is my son Marcus." He ruffled the kids hair.

"DAAAD cut it out." Marcus swatted at his father's hand which only made Gavin laugh. Mackenzie giggled in response and returned her attention to ring. There was a woman holding a mic in the middle of the ring now. After an announcement she started singing America the Beautiful.

"She's not bad." Mackenzie said to Gavin who nodded in agreement. The first match was pretty basic. Two wrestlers who she didn't recognize had a match in the ring. Mackenzie was surprised how much more exciting it was to be front row in the arena. The energy from the crowd could be felt and she was getting way more excited than she ever had watching at home on her television. The match ended and the next one was announced. The current intercontinental champion The Miz was up against Kofi Kingston, title on the line.

Miz came out, his attitude rubbed Mackenzie the wrong way. He apparently wasn't a fan favorite either. There were far more jeers than cheers as he made his way to the ring. Kofi came out next, energy high, jumping around as mini explosions went off. He ran down the ramp and jumped into the ring standing up on the ropes and clapped his hands three times, the crowd cheering along with him. Mackenzie couldn't help but get caught up in the excitement. Kofi noticed her sitting in the front row and gave her a wink before jumping down, ready for his match. It started out slow and technical, each exchanging different grappling moves, every one ended in a stalemate. Miz kicked Kofi in the knee and gained an advantage. Mackenzie let out a loud "boo" along with little Marcus next to her. Kofi was getting beaten down slowly. With every hit he took Mackenzie found herself closer and closer to tears. She knew this was his job and he was used to taking beatings as well as dishing them out. She saw Miz get too cocky and he took way too long to land a move and Kofi took advantage landing a hard clothesline. Miz popped back up and Kofi landed a spinning kick, to which Marcus screamed "TROUBLE IN PARADISE!". Kofi pinned Miz to win the title. Mackenzie screamed with excitement as he held the title over his head from the top rope. Kofi gave high fives to all the kids along the barrier as he left the ring while they prepared for the next match. The rest of matches flowed along, each one better than the last. The only flaw with the lineup Mackenzie could see was with the Diva's match. She had to admit the women had talent but she could not get over the outrageous gear they had on. It looked like their boobs and asses were ready to pop out. It upset her that the women were there to be eye candy and weren't utilized. They had so much potential that was being thrown away.

The main event match was last but certainly not least. She caught glimpses of ladders and tables under the ring and her stomach jolted in fear. She prayed Phil would not be thrown off or put through any of them in his match.

She heard Cult of Personality start playing and looked toward the ramp. Phil was there wearing a hoodie, arms spread riling up the crowd. His championship title was not around his waist as usual, but hung above the ring like a shiny beacon. It looked more gold in person. Mackenzie was half excited half petrified about what might happen. She remembered the conversation they had before he left that morning.

"Do you really have to do this? I have bad feeling something's going to go wrong." Mackenzie said from the bed watching him get dressed and ready for the day. She studied his body as he moved, and tried to memorize the way his muscles moved.

"I'll be fine. I've been wrestling since I was eighteen." Phil zipped his pants and turned to Mackenzie. She laid there, the lower half of her body under her comforter her upper body clad in the shirt she took from him on Thanksgiving weekend.

"But this is a match with tables and ladders and chairs-"

"OH MY!" Phil quipped right back at her.

"Don't mock me." She sat up and looked him right in the eyes. "I hate it when you do that. Especially since I'm acting this way because I care about you. That last thing I want is for you to get hurt." Phil sighed seeing the worry etched across her face. He sat down on the bed next to her and cradled her face in his hand, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

"I'll be fine. I've had these types of matches before and I come out a bit bruised and I have a few achy muscles, but that's it. Can you please just trust that I know what I'm doing?" He tucked a wayward curl behind her ear, waiting for her to respond.

"Fine" She said with a huff. "But if you get hurt I have every right to say I told you so."

"You won't get the chance to."

"I hope you're right."

"I know I am."

"Cocky bastard."

"You love me anyway." Mackenzie froze her heart threatening to beat its way out of her chest. Phil caught what he had just said and realized how Mackenzie might react and quickly added. "Not that we're at the 'I love you' stage yet."

"It's fine. Just be careful."

"Like a virgin on her wedding night." He gave her a smirk. Mackenzie couldn't help but laugh as she watched him finish dressing.

Phil stood in the middle of the ring waiting for his opponent to come out. A chant resounded throughout the arena.

"FEED. ME. MORE." At the top of the ramp stood Ryback. Even from her spot at ringside she could tell he was huge. Three hundred pounds of pure muscle that was stalking toward Phil. She looked at Phil who had his eyes set on his oncoming opponent. She silently hoped Phil would sneak a glance her way but that didn't happen, he was too focused at his current task. Mackenzie while disappointed understood that it was better for him to be focused on the match. The bell rang signaling the start. Phil sprang into action kicking at Ryback's legs hoping to bring the larger man down. Ryback tried to catch Phil but he was agile and avoided most of his attempts. Phil sprang off the ropes and Ryback finally caught him and tossed him into the corner. Ryback attacked him with a onslaught of kicks that made Mackenzie's heart race.

"Come on Punk!" She shouted. Phil had slumped in the corner and Ryback stepped out of the ring to grab a table. The small amount of time Ryback was out setting up the table gave Phil the break he needed to take control again. He had slid out of the ring and grabbed a chair from underneath and hit Ryback in the gut.

"Kick that puny punks ass."Marcus shouted and Mackenzie fought the urge to smack him, the fact that his father was between them helped her self control.

Phil hit his opponent a few times in the back before tossing the chair aside. He grabbed Ryback's head trying a move Mackenzie hadn't seen him do before but she didn't get the chance to see it completed. Ryback stood grabbing Phil and slammed him back down on the mat hard. Ryback was in full control throwing Phil from rope to rope, hitting him while he was in the corner. The crowd stated chanting in support of Ryback and Mackenzie took a deep breath watching as Ryback grabbed a ladder and laid it down in the middle of the ring. He grabbed Phil and set up for a power bomb that would land right across the ladder but Phil fought back punching Ryback in the head. He fought his way put the move and started work on getting the upper hand once again.

Phil landed a dropkick and Ryback fell back on the ladder that he had laid in the ring. That didn't do much to keep him down. Mackenzie was screaming and chanting along with the crowd but was silenced quickly when Ryback picked up Phil and threw him over the ropes into the table that was set up there.

Phil landed feet first his leg twisted at an odd angle right before the table split in two down the middle. He heart dropped and it took all her will not to jump over the barricade and tend to him. Ryback grabbed Phil and tossed him back in the ring pinning him quickly ending the match.

Ryback had won the match as well as the title and Phil turned over grabbing his knee screaming in pain.

Paramedics came and loaded Phil onto a stretcher. His face contorted into a grimace and Mackenzie watched helpless. She did see him gesture in her general direction and one of the emt's walked toward her.

"Is there a Mackenzie here?"

"That's me, what's wrong."

"You need to come with me. Just hop over the barricade, I'll help you." Mackenzie nodded and turned to grab her things.

"You know CM Punk?" Marcus asked with a look of amazement on his face. Mackenzie gave him a smirk and a nod before making her way over the barricade with the help of the emt. She walked along the side of the ramp feeling the eyes of the remaining event goers on her but that didn't bother her. She was worried Phil would be seriously injured. She knew something was wrong by the way he had gone through the table. She followed the winding path backstage passing various people who all make the show possible. They finally made it to the ambulance where Phil was already loaded up and ready to go. She climbed in the back and they took off.

"We're going to give you something for the pain." The paramedic said as he grabbed a vial and a syringe.

"No drugs, that pain isn't that bad." He answered through gritted teeth. Mackenzie didn't believe him but she knew he wouldn't listen to reason, especially since he was in such pain. The paramedic followed his request and let him go through the ride drug free.

When they arrived at the hospital they wheeled Phil out to triage. They checked all his vitals and informed him the doctor would be with him in moment.

"How bad is it?" Mackenzie asked referring to the pain.

"I've had worse. I hit the fucking table wrong." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"I know. As soon as I saw it I knew you were hurt." She grabbed his hand hoping the touch would show she cared. He didn't have time to answer. The doctor walked in and looked like he could the Phil down.

Mr. Brooks I'm doctor Myers. We're going to do an x-ray to make sure you have no fractures in your leg and were also going to do an MRI to check for any ligament damage. The orderly should be here in a moment." He walked back out.

"I hate when doctors do that."

"Do what?" Phil said trying his best to keep up a conversation despite his obvious pain.

"Come in, spit out a few words and then leave before you can ask any questions. He's a fucking asshole. You could see the entire smoke cloud that is his ego surround him."

"Such pristine language from an English professor." Phil had a smirk on his face, it looked pained but he tried his best to keep things normal between them.

"For you information fuck is the most versatile word in the English language."

"Do tell." He was intrigued.

"Seriously?"

"Anything is better than sitting here in silence with pain radiating from my leg." Mackenzie didn't have a chance to speak after that. An orderly came in and proceeded to roll Phil away for his scan and x-ray. She waited in Phil's designated spot in emergency. She went to the ice machine and filled a cup to the brim with little ice pieces. Just to give herself something to do while she waited. Fortunately the wait was not very long.

"That was quick." She said after she swallowed a piece of ice. The cold making a small stabbing pain in her throat. It wasn't a smart idea to eat a whole chunk of ice but she felt weird spitting it back into the cup.

"The machines are right here in emergency and he had priority." The orderly answered. "The doctor should be here shortly with the results. Anything else you need?"

"I'm fine, Phil?" Mackenzie answered and then internally cringed realizing the orderly was probably addressing the question to Phil, the patient. Not her.

"Another day at the beach."

"Sure I can't bring you any painkillers?"

"Positive." The orderly gave Mackenzie a look that was silently asking if Phil was crazy. She just shrugged in response.

"He's stubborn." She said and the orderly walked away, unable to do much else.

"Back to the many uses of the word fuck, if you please."

"Okay well the best way to do this is to just use examples to show all the uses. Easiest use is just saying the word itself, it can express pain, dismay, anger, pleasure. The phrase 'what the fuck' is also a good one. It enhances verbs like when you say 'he was running so fucking fast'. It also work with nouns like 'she is so fucking beautiful'. " Mackenzie started counting phrases using her fingers. "Fuck you, mother fucker, go fuck yourself, un-fucking-believable, fuck me, saying someone is fucked-" She heard the doctor clear his throat and look her way. She was pretty sure she looked like a deer in headlights. If Phil were in better spirits he would have laughed but in his current state he just mustered a small groan. The doctor then placed the x-rays up on the wall and turned on a light. Mackenzie didn't need a medical degree to see the joint was dislocated at the hip and the scan of the knee showed tissue damage in the joint.

"Your leg is dislocated at the hip and you have a torn ACL. Once we get the results back from the MRI we should be able to give you a better assessment of the damage to the knee but the more urgent matter is that dislocated joint. The longer we wait the worse it will be. Since you refuse to take any pain medication it won't be very pleasant." He didn't even glance at Phil, his tone entirely robotic.

"Can't you do a local anesthesia for the area at least?" Mackenzie asked ready to smack both Phil and the doctor.

"We can do that but it won't eliminate the pain entirely." He was looking at a chart, once again avoiding eye contact.

"Phil will you at least agree to local anesthesia." She sounded desperate and Phil felt horrible for making her worry.

"Fine local is okay but no drugs that are going to make me high." He relented. He really didn't want a local either but it would make her happy.

"I'll tell the nurse to prep you. We have to do this as soon as possible." Dr. Myers walked out of the curtain and Mackenzie saw him speaking with a nurse who looked about the same age as her mother with red hair tied up into a low ponytail. She saw the nurse roll her eyes at him and huff as she made her way to Phil.

"You need a rag to bite down on? They do that in the old westerns and civil war movies." Mackenzie turned back to Phil and tried to make light of the situation.

"I'll be fine."

"No you won't but I'll be here even though you're being as stubborn as toddler." A crew of nurses came in with a cart. The red haired nurse filled a syringe with liquid from a vile. Mackenzie assumed it was the anesthesia.

"My name is Eileen. I'm going to numb your hip joint so we can pop it back in. I'm also going to numb your knee so we can grab your leg and not have you jump ten feet in the air."

"Do what you gotta do nurse."

"I think you can take a bit of pain."

"What gave you that idea?" Phil said as Eileen injected his hip.

"Tattoos are never painless and you have quite a few of them. I have a right mind to give you a hepatitis test too." She winked at him to show she was joking. Just trying to take his mind off the situation a bit.

"No need, already had one done. All clean." Eileen moved into his knee, filling a new syringe with what Mackenzie assumed was industrial strength Novocain.

"That should kick in very soon. Are you the girlfriend?" Eileen asked looking toward Mackenzie. She nodded in response.

"You will have to step out when we start. Small space and while he isn't a huge guy, he isn't tiny either."

"I'm right here. No need to use the third person."

"A big guy like you can take a beating, verbal or otherwise. Too bad you lost the title tonight."

"You watch?" Phil's eyebrows rose in question.

"No, my grandson does though. Make me sit through it from time to time. I've been getting regular text updates. The kid is 8 years old and already knows how to work a phone and a computer better than me. Told me you got put through a table." Mackenzie nodded a look of defeat on her face. She knew something bad would happen, she hoped she was wrong but Phil was not that fortunate.

"You're gunna be okay?" She said stroking Phil's hair see his face relax as the shots started to take effect. He sighed out nodding. He grabbed her hand and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles. The tender moment was broken up by doctor Myers walking in.

"Let's get started. Miss you will have to step out." He said with more bit than needed.

"I already told her Doctor, she was just saying a quick goodbye."

"I can't have people here while I'm working." The doctor was grabbing Phil's leg, bracing for the inevitable. Eileen looked ready to snap at him before Mackenzie cut in.

"That's fine, I'm on my way out..." She waited until before she walked out of the curtain before saying "Doctor Jackass." The last thing she heard was Phil laughing. It wasn't long before the laughter turned into a growl of pain. She saw the doctor walking out. He gave her a look that said he wasn't happy with her, she returned it by flipping him the bird before going back in to see Phil. Eileen was starting an IV in his arm.

"What's that for?"

"Just so we can give him fluid. He isn't allowed to eat anything tonight. He's going in for surgery tomorrow." She was hanging a bag of clear liquid.

"Dr. Myers isn't doing the surgery is he?" Mackenzie was starting to regret flipping him off. She didn't want him to botch Phil's surgery because he was being petty. She knew it would be completely unethical and would inevitably destroy the doctors career but it didn't stop the thought from crossing her mind.

"No, they haven't assigned a surgeon yet. Once one has taken the procedure he'll meet with Phil over here. We're going to have you placed in a room soon."

"You should head home." Phil said looking at her. He hair was frizzy and crazy because she had a habit of tossing it around whenever she was nervous. She looked like she just rolled out of bed.

"I'll wait for them to have you in a room before I go." She was happy that Phil had some temporary relief from the shots.

"Really I'm fine, go home."

"I already told you I'm not going anywhere until you are placed in a room. "

"Young love is in the air." Eileen said as she walked out. Mackenzie looked her way but the nurse made it a point to not look back leaving them on their own.