Star had been waiting for this her whole life, she just hadn't realized it yet.

In ten minutes, she would walk though the curtain to the Grandest Stage of Them All, Wrestlemania, and there she would face the Phenom, the Deadman, the Undertaker.

Hell in a Cell was his playground. Star knew she'd have to be smart if she wanted to win. She was excited though, and although she tried she couldn't contain it.

"Good luck tonight Star!" Heath Slater and Justin Gabriel had poked their heads in to give their luck. So had Beth Phoenix and Alicia Fox. Even old Bad News Barrett had remembered her, sending her a purple flower to wear on her coat to the ring that night.

"Know you can do it kid. Take care – BNB" the note had said, in his recognizable scrawl. Star read the note again. Being with John Cena was amazing, and she did love him dearly...but part of her would always belong to her former guardian, no matter what he'd done to her.

He did it because he loved you. Star reminded herself. If you hadn't been silly and had gone to RAW...

Coulda, woulda, shoulda. Star wondered why she was thinking of the whole sordid affair now. It had been months ago, and both of them had moved on.

Oh Wade...

"You ready to go?" John asked. Star gave her reflection one last look. It was time.

"It's time the Streak came to an end." She grinned, giving John a kiss. Her headband glistened. Her shirt was crisp and fresh. Throwing the coat over her shoulders, Star strode to the ring as "End of Days" serenaded her.

The fans cheered for her. She shrugged off her coat with her signature chainsaw celebration, raising her finger to the air with a loud "BOOM!". She walked into the Cell, certain she was ready to face destiny.

The first gong sounded. Maybe she wasn't as ready as she thought.

With every step the Deadman took her heart sank further. She began to pace the ring, trying to keep her cool. She knew full well that the Deadman was fallible, she'd proven that on Smackdown days earlier when she'd used Future Eyes to leave him helpless in the middle of the ring. As he walked towards her, she tried to scope him with X-Ray Eyes.

It didn't work. She could easily make out everyone elses weak spots, but for some reason the Undertaker appeared invisible to her eye power.

Oh this is not good. Star thought anxiously.

The Cell door slammed shut. Now it was just Star and the Undertaker. No one was coming to save her. She was in for the fight of her life.

The bell sounded, and the pair locked up. Star quickly slipped the Undertaker into a headlock, before he shoved her towards the ropes. He went for the big boot, but Star ducked and went for a flying clothesline, knocking the big man off his feet.

Good! Star thought.

She immediately went for a submission, but the Undertaker broke free easily. The pair exchanged blows, neither one able to gain the ascendancy.

Then the Undertaker began to fade. Star grinned inwardly.

"Bird! Dragon! Ram! Snake!" Star slammed her hands together. The Undertaker got up, only to get a Dizzy Punch straight to the ribs. The punch itself didn't hurt, but the Undertaker instantly began to wobble on his legs.

Star hit him with a dropkick, and he fell. He tried to get to his feet, only to be hit by a swinging neckbreaker.

The fans were roaring. This was insane! Star stood up tall, feeling proud that she was going to finally end the Streak.

"Rat! Tiger! Monkey! Snake!" She cried. The Undertaker barely made it to his feet again before being hit with Paralysis Slaps.

I'm almost there! Star felt strong. Powerful. Untouchable. Oh John, can you see me? Are you watching me?

Then another thought entered her mind. Wade. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here. This is for you, my first and best friend.

Star lifted the Undertaker up onto her shoulders. Steadying herself in the middle of the ring, she hit the Wastelands and went for the cover.

One.

Two.

Kickout.

What?! Star thought. The Undertaker lay motionless on the mat. Star shook her head.

She went outside the ring and grabbed some of the steel steps, throwing them into the ring. She then lifted up the apron and found some steel chairs. Perfect.

She got her weapons together and was about to attack, when the Undertaker sat up.

Star tried to hit him with a chair. Nothing.

Star tried to slam him on the steps. Nothing.

"Rat! Tiger! Monkey! Dragon! Snake!" Star tried Infinite Paralysis. Nothing.

The Undertaker grabbed her and threw her against a turnbuckle, knocking the wind out of her lungs. She stumbled out of the corner, only to be picked up and hit with Snake Eyes.

The Undertaker was merciless. Star tried every counterattack she could think of, but nothing could stop the Phenom. She could hear someone screaming her name, but she couldn't afford to look around and see who it was.

Finally, there was only one thing for it. Star was bruised, battered, broken, but not finished yet. She opened her eyes wide and glared directly into the Deadmans eyes. She felt the familiar pain as she activated Puppet Eyes, she felt the blood run down her face, joining the blood from the cut on her lip.

The Undertaker stopped. For a hopeful split second, Star had thought she had finally won. That she had the all-powerful Phenom under her control.

Then the illusion was shattered. The Undertaker picked the foolish girl up by her collar and slapped her – hard. Her headband went flying from the ring, as did a fair bit of her blood.

Now Star was blind too. Fear gripped at her heart. She had to escape, but there was no escape from Hell in a Cell. The screaming grew louder, Star could hear a familiar voice screaming her name.

The Undertaker threw her against the unforgiving Cell. Star hurt all over, and she knew she was covered in her own blood. She heard a snap as the Undertaker stood on her headband, breaking it length ways.

"Rat...Tiger...Monkey..." Star tried to weave the hand signs, but her arms felt weak. She screamed as the Undertaker stepped on her left hand, crushing her fingers. He got off her hand, and lifted her back up, only to throw her back into the ring like an old rag doll.

It was probably a good thing Star couldn't see what was coming. The Undertaker grabbed her throat and slammed her down on the mat with a devastating Chokeslam.

Star felt woozy. Lucky for her, she lost consciousness just before the Tombstone Piledriver hit, someone still screaming her name.

The Streak continued.

When Star awoke, she was in a hospital bed. John Cena, Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater were at her side.

"You're awake!" John cried in joy. He leaned over and kissed her gently.

"How long was I out?" Star groaned. The pain was awful.

"A few days. Today is Wednesday." Justin told her.

"Did I win?" Star tried to hold her head, but her left hand was in a cast.

"Of course not. You're lucky to be alive!" Heath scoffed.

"He broke your fingers." Said John.

"He broke your ankle." Added Justin.

"He hyper-extended your knee." Heath chimed in.

"Busted your pelvis.

"Damaged your spleen."

"Cracked your ribs."

"Punctured your lung."

"Broke your collarbone."

"Broke your nose."

"Left you with a concussion."

"Cracked your skull."

"And left you with multiple cuts and contusions." Heath finished.

"Plus he broke your headband." John told her.

"Where is it?" Star tried to sit up, but all three men held her down. Justin and Heath looked guiltily at each other.

"Maybe you should watch RAW..." Heath rubbed his neck.

"Yeah..." John took her uninjured hand.

"What HAPPENED?" Star demanded.

The three men shared another look.

"Bad News Barrett." Justin said. "After you got pinned, the Undertaker was about to have another go at you. Bad News broke into the Cell to get you out of there."

Star blinked.

"W-Wade?" She stammered.

"He saved your life Star." John rubbed her arm. "And that's not all he did."

Star looked at her boyfriend. What else was there?!

John turned on his phone and opened the WWE Network app.

The Undertaker stood in the middle of the ring. He waited for his opponent. This opponent had been quite insistent.

There was a moment of stillness.

"God save our Queen!"

The sounds of "Rebel Son" heralded the arrival of Bad News Barrett. He didn't have a coat, or a rose, his Intercontinental Championship or anything like that. He didn't do his usual entrance.

The only thing he wore apart from his trunks and boots was Stars broken headband.

Watching the screen, Star looked horrified at John Cena. He looked guiltily at Star. She had seen that look on his face once before, but she couldn't recall when.

"He was so furious. He wanted to kill the Undertaker." John whispered as the match started.

Bad News Barrett attacked the Undertaker. At first, the Undertaker fought back. Then the Undertaker realized that his opponent seemed to be nearly invincible.

His opponent was also sick, sadistic and evil. His opponent cared about nothing except vengeance for what had happened the previous night.

The camera focused on Bad News Barretts face. Star gasped. The Silver Eyes! Bad News was in a full-blown rage, and once those eyes turned silver, it was as if nothing could stop him. The whole Smackdown roster had fallen before those eyes. Sasuke Kowareta, Richard Lyncness, both dead because of those eyes. Now the Undertaker, the head of Clan Phenom, the most powerful of the Great Five Clans, was helpless against Bad News of Clan Barrett.

Wait on...we sealed the Imprint away! He shouldn't have the Silver Eyes! How did he reactivate the Imprint?!

Although on the plus side, that means I'm immortal again! YAY!

The Deadman tried to fight back, but he knew it was hopeless. Not only was Bad News in a complete rage, but most of the Deadmans power had been used the night before. He was a sitting duck.

Bad News slammed the Undertaker with the Bullhammer. Rage filled his entire being. He was going to make the Deadman pay for what he had done to Lucky Star.

He didn't go for the pin. He glared at the Undertakers fallen form before weaving the hand signs.

"Rat. Tiger. Monkey. Snake."

All five slaps sent the Undertaker back down to the mat again. Finally, Bad News picked up the fallen Deadman.

The Wastelands. Three count. Over.

Bad News Barrett rolled out of the ring as his music played to signify his victory. The Undertaker was furious. However, he refrained from going after Bad News when he saw the Englishman lift up the headband.

He had fought for her. Bad News Barrett still loved his Lucky Star.

Humiliate me. Beat me to a pulp. Destroy my spirit or break my heart. Take my soul if you must, but for the love of the air I breathe, I am telling you: Don't. Touch.

HER.

Star swallowed. Wade. Why? How? You had no reason to be out there, the Imprint was gone.

She lay back on her pillows. Exhaustion overtook her. She hadn't felt this confused since Wade had let her start making her own decisions.

"We gotta go, we need to get home." Heath said quietly. Both he and Justin left small kisses on Stars cheek, before leaving her with John.

Star stared at the phone. Why wasn't it John? Why didn't John come out to save me? Why didn't John fight for me?

Does Wade...?

Star sighed again, her chest hurting. John put a hand on her shoulder to help calm her.

"I love you Star." He whispered.

Star couldn't answer.

It was a few hours later, after John had left to go to an appearance, when HE arrived. His eyes were his usual grey/brown, and he seemed pretty calm.

"Brussels?" He asked.

"Brussels." Star agreed. "Although this makes me think we got off lightly back then."

Bad News Barrett chuckled, adjusting his Intercontinental Championship on his shoulder.

"How you doing kid?" He asked.

"It hurts. My chest hurts, my legs hurt, my head hurts and worst of all, my pride is completely wrecked." Star whined.

"Oh you poor didum." Bad News teased. "By the way, I stopped by to give you this back."

He handed her the broken headband. The crack split the star in two, reminding her of her first headband. The one that the man in front of her had pulled from her head and dumped on the ground back in Budapest.

"What were you doing in the alley that night anyway? Seems a stupid place for a bloke like you to be." Star asked absentmindedly.

"The Battle of Buda." Bad News smirked. Star raised an eyebrow.

"That was you? No way!" Star thought he was teasing, but one look at the smirk on his face told him that it had been in fact him that had taken out the Champion that fateful night.

"So you CAN fight after all." Star grinned. Bad News looked smug. "And all this time I thought you were a loser who needed me to rig his fights for him."

"Oh now that is HARSH!" Bad News clutched his chest and feigned pain. Star laughed. For a moment, it was as if the betrayal had never happened. They were themselves again, Wade Barrett and his Lucky Star.

"I also brought you this." Bad News pulled something out of his pocket.

Star squealed.

"HONEY!" She laughed. Bad News grinned and grabbed a spoon off the table near the bed. He carefully spooned some of the sticky sweet substance into Stars mouth.

She sighed, remembering the first time she'd ever had honey. After finding her, Wade had found out that the young woman was sick. In order to soothe her throat, he had given her a teaspoon of honey. It had ended with her devouring the whole jar.

"Oh yes, I do remember that." Bad News grinned. Star grinned back.

Then reality set in as Bad News heard his phone go off. He looked at it and rolled his eyes.

"Ruby's furious with me. Says if I lose my title on Smackdown this week she's dumping me." He sighed.

"Should have done it ages ago the poor woman." Star said. Bad News gasped.

"How could you SAY that?" He feigned heartbreak again. Star laughed again.

"You haven't changed one bit. You might be a bit trimmer and have that god-awful beard, but you're still a wanker." She said, rubbing her sore ribs.

"That's evil wanker to you Lucky." Bad News fired back. There was a brief silence. He hadn't called her Lucky since...

"Don't you just love it when there's an elephant in the room?" Star said softly.

"Yeah. Git." Bad News tried to joke, but it fell flat.

He sighed.

"I'm going to be apologizing to you for the rest of my life, aren't I?" He said. "First I treat you like a complete slave, then I betray you to Christian for the World Heavyweight Title..."

"I know why you did it Wade." Star said. "I know you were only trying to make me see that I would be fine without you, and that I was wasting a great opportunity to go to RAW and be a Champion."

Tears welled up in her eyes. "I can't believe I lost the Divas Championship like that." She looked away from Bad News, not wanting him to see her upset.

"It was my fault. I shouldn't have hurt you like that." Bad News put his hand on her arm. "You were always going to be vulnerable."

"I'm sorry I beat the snot out of you." Star looked back at him. He had been her hero. He'd saved her life all those years ago when the three men who had won her tried to kill her and steal her eyes. He had brutally murdered the master who had stolen her childhood. Now he had saved her from the Undertaker.

"I deserved it." He looked down.

Silence reigned.

"I miss you." Star finally said.

"I miss you too." Bad News admitted. He loved Ruby, but she wasn't Star.

Star and Bad News had been though hell together. Touring Europe together, getting beaten up together, going through NXT together, leading the Nexus together, getting kicked out of the Nexus together, fighting Sasuke Kowareta together, becoming Tag Team Champions together, winning Survivor Series with Team Smackdown together...neither of them wanted to leave their respective partners, but neither could they deny that they belonged together.

"When you heal up, we'll go after the Tag Team Titles." Bad News said softly. "Would be fun."

"John won't like that. Neither will Ruby." Star said.

"Yeah..." Bad News sighed. His phone went off again. He groaned.

"I gotta take this. I'll come and see you when I can." Bad News kissed her cheek. "G'Night Lucky."

"G'Night Wade." Star waved as he left.

When she was all alone again, she cried.


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FINALLY, THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN POSTED!

The seal on the Imprint has been broken! What does this mean for Star and Bad News?!