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Wwefan01: ty ty I had to have some comic relief some where lol.
Rose Hardy 101: lol thanks I'm glad you like the fic so much! lol. I'm thinking on a sequel….I got like 3 different ways of writing it idk yet cause no one here reads my fic so I have no one to consult about it lol. Thanks, I was hoping I was doing a good job with JBL. I tried to show he could care and almost be a good guy BUT there's that side that can't easily be delt with. I'll think on the sequel hard I'll let ya know soon if I'll have one.
Srry about the hold up guys…I was at a loss for words.
Hope U guys like this chapter. I got the idea from the Metallica song 'Unforgiven II'. IT'S ALL METALLICA'S FAULT! Lol seriously I like the chapter. Mark and Maria's story is not over yet lol.
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you
She stands facing the mirror in the locker room smoothing out the Undertaker shirt she's wearing. "Ready to go baby?" Mark calls from where he's pulling his boots on. He looks up at her figure as she observes herself in the mirror. Slowly he walks up behind her and snakes his arms around her waist. "You look beautiful." He tells her. She lays a hand against the side of his face and looks at their reflection. He starts placing slow kisses down her cheek and neck. "We gotta go baby." She tells him. "Your first Wrestlemania….nervous?" he asks. "Of Course. Let's go." She says grabbing him by the wrist and leading him out the door.
Lay beside me, under wicked sky
The black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining...
JBL is already outside the ring waiting for them, Orlando at his side. He glares at Willow as she walks down the ramp with Taker, her arm laced with his. John's icy glare drifted from her to Taker as Taker entered the ring. His glare was met with emerald eyes, darkened with building determination. Willow grips Taker's hand as she spots the open pit in the dirt mound by the entrance ramp. Anxiety knots in the pit of her stomach but Taker squeezes her hand gently to reassure her, funny how he can tell exactly how she's feeling. Maybe he's a little scared too.
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you...
She slides the arm of his leather jacket off of his shoulder then the other. A corner of his mouth turns upwards slightly, a hint of humor gleaming in his eyes. She knows he's ready. He bows his head and takes off his hat, his eyes back in his head as he hands it to her. The crowd goes crazy as he does, everyone is looking forward to this match. Except for Willow. She can't really say she is. He cups his hand under her chin and lifts her face to him. Gently he kisses her and before he pulls away whispers for her not to be scared that everything would be alright. She nods hoping he's right before moving away to the outside of the ring.
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
A shiver runs up her spine as the bell rings and she watches John and Taker lock up. Willow puts on his jacket as she watches the two men intently while they lock up. Taker immediately throws John to the outside wasting no time at all. Needing room to think, to breathe, John throws a violent clothesline at the DeadMan who reels but doesn't fall. Instead he shakes the blow off and throws a few punches. He stands there, tightening his glove giving John time to sit up. As he advances towards him John backs up hurriedly until he's sitting literally inches away from the open grave. A potentially risky opportunity lay before him and he took it, grabbing Taker by the ankle and trying to trip him. It doesn't work. Instead Taker grabs him by the neck, lifting him off the dirt. His fingers still around his neck, Taker lifts John off his feet, then slams him on the ground near the open grave.
Lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, But she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there...
Orlando runs at him from behind slamming his elbow into the back of Taker's head. Almost mechanically looking Taker whips around to face him, wrapping his hand around Orlando's neck as well. He stacks him onto of his boss JBL. Willow knows what to do next. She walks toward Taker, placing her hands on his shoulder. He takes her in his arms and pulls her to him, embracing her. They stand there holding each other for seemingly years before Taker steps away. Before anyone can react, much less Willow, he slams his forearm into her temple, an instant blackout.
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you...
Her unconscious body crumples against his and Taker gathers her up in his arms. He turns to the open pit, knowing what he must do…
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
"This is all just acting…just acting…" he thinks to himself as he gathers her in his arms. Slowly he walks over to the open pit and steps in. Gently he lays her down. "Maria…" he whispers. "I know Mark go ahead." She whispers, her eyes closed. "I'm ready." A hand appears out of the grave, then another as he pulls himself out. John and Orlando are still laying there in pain.
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are you're eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you...
He grabs the shovel. Every muscle in him screams no but still Taker gets the first good shovel full of dirt. He throws it in, not wanting to look at her while he's carrying out this deed. John tried to take the shovel from him after the 10th shovel of dirt but Taker manages to keep a grip on it and slams the handle into JBL's gut, sending him back to the dirt. Orlando stares in horror, shocked.
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits,
The one who waits for you...
Oh what I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you... (So I dub thee unforgiven...)
Memories flood back to him as he smoothes out the dirt around the grave. Their entire relationship flashes before his eyes, his heart speeding in his chest. All he can see is the night he lost her. That winter night back when he was 16..back when he lit up the Texas sky. He can still see the way her face was that night as they dragged him away.
Oh, what I've felt...
Oh, what I've known...
The last shovel of dirt is thrown on. The deed is done. There is no longer a Willow Jade. She's dead now…killed by her lover while her fiancée lay unconscious at the scene. He crosses his chest and says quit loudly, loud enough the announcers could hear it and repeat it. "Forgive me baby."
I take this key (never free...)
And I bury it (never me...) in you
Because you're unforgiven too...
Taker thinks to himself how this all sounds like something you would read in the newspaper. He knows this is all fake. He knows she's ok right now. But the feeling of carrying out the act of killing the one he would kill for was enough in itself to shake him to the core.
Never free...
Never me...
'Cause you're unforgiven too...
Oh