Four years, six months, two weeks and three days since the last time I saw her. It's amazing how a mind can remember something like that. And even more amazing how much can happen in that much time. She walked into the Asylum and I just stood there, frozen to the spot where I was.
" Hey man, what's up?" Shane Douglas asked from beside me and I saw him look over to where my eyes were glued. " Oh, Rebekaa."
Yeah, Rebekaa. To say that she and I had a past would be kind of an understatement. It all started at ECW arena. A lot of things started, and ended for that matter, all at that one arena.
The first time I had met her was when she started as an intern in the production department. She was only 26 at the time. She would meet with Joey Styles and I to go over some of the segments for the shows and she and I would always get off topic, having conversations that would last for hours on end. She was the first woman that I had ever met that truly kept my attention so easily. At the time I was married, and she was a newlywed. That didn't stop me from wanting her. I wanted her more than anything else in the world, and I knew she wanted me too. Then it happened. One night after a pay-per-view we were stuck in a little roach motel just a few blocks away from the arena and all of that wanting finally turned into more. We both knew that what we did that night was wrong, but we couldn't take it any longer. We were ment to be together and to hell with anyone else.
The next morning we got up and drove to the airport together, in silence. I flew back to Winnipeg to my nice little house and my wife, and she turned back around and drove to her house a few hours away to her husband.
When we returned to the arena the next week it seemed like everyone knew about our encounter. News like that tended to spread quickly in a company like ECW, especially with all the women. I still to this day don't know how everyone found out, but none the less, everyone knew. She acted as though nothing phased her and carried on with the same grace and dignity that she had always had. Then, a little over a month later, returned to work with her resignation in her hand. Paul said that she told him that her husband had a better job offer out on the west coast and that it would be best if he took it and she went with him and left ECW. She told everyone goodbye individually and when she got to me, she finally broke down crying.
I remember her telling me that she didn't want to leave, and that she loved me. Then she told me that it would never work out between us so she was just going to California with her husband and leaving it at that. She didn't want to hurt anybody else. I told her that we could make it work, but she just shook her head, kissed my cheek and turned and walked out of my life forever. And with one single stroke of fate, she walks right back in.
I come out of my reverie to see that she is standing in front of me and that Shane had left my side.
" It's been a long time Don." she said quietly. I reach out and brush a strand of hair out of her face, almost to make myself believe that she was really here.
" I...I can't believe your here." I said whispering. She smiles and puts her arms around me. I close my eyes and let my arms fall around her. A few minuets that felt like hours later I finally let her go and really look at her. " You haven't changed a bit, still beautiful as ever." I said. She shrugged and adjusted her glasses.
" You on the other hand." she said chuckling. " I must say, if I knew you were gonna look this good with short hair I would have told you to cut it a long time ago." I smile and run my hand over the back of my head.
" It's a lot easier to take care of this way." I say, still smiling.
" I bet."
" So, what brings you here?" I ask.
" I'm one of the new producers." she said. I have to will my mouth to stay shut and just smile again.
" Welcome to the team."
" Thanks." she says. Out of the corner of my eye I see Jeff Jarrett walk up to us.
" Ah, I see you guys have met." Jeff said. She smiles and nods at Jeff and he smiles. " Well Ms. Whitman, I'll go show you the production truck and introduce you to the rest of your team. We'll see you later Don." Jeff said. She waved to me as she walked off with Jeff and I scratched my head. Whitman wasn't her married name.