Greetings and salutations everybody! I am finally back online! YAY! WOO HOO! Thanks for being patient with my long absence. Here's the 41st chapter of Outside the Ring. I hope you like it. I should be updating again quickly. There are a couple other things I'm working on as well. By all means R&R those too when they get posted.

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"…Great! I'm glad she's doing better." Mark smiled into his phone. Robin had been recovering steadily over the last week. She still had all the time she needed to get better but she was determined to return with Kane. Mark couldn't help but grin when he heard his brother talk about her anxiousness to get back to the ring. "What?" He asked as his brother yelled something on the other end of the phone. "NO! Christ, don't let her jog yet!" The big Texan chuckled. "Okay. You go get her and I'll see you both next week. Later, little brother."

Mark snapped his phone shut and shook his head good-naturedly. He was happy that his brother and Robin had managed to work through their insecurities. As reluctant as he was to admit it, those two seemed to fit together.

"What are you smiling for?" Mark's smile got bigger at his wife's curiosity. He loved to watch her face, especially when she smiled. It took his breath away.

"Oh…that was Kane with a status report on Robin." He said wrapping his big arms tight around her.

"And?"

"And she's recovering extremely quickly. Kane says she wants to come back before next week." Sara raised an eyebrow.

"Oh I don't think that's such a good idea." Mark nodded his agreement. "I mean…after a miscarriage like that…"

"Miscarriage?" The couple was yanked out of their conversation. Mark's eyes narrowed as Stacy Kiebler stood, horror stricken, half out of the catering room doorway.

"Why don't you mind your own business, Blondie?" It wasn't a question.

"But…she…was…" The leggy blonde stumbled.

"She was pregnant. Go ahead and say it. Before you and Test decided to attack her, yes she was pregnant." Mark's green eyes burrowed into her as he growled.

"I…we didn't know!" She cried.

"What kind of excuse is that for you to beat her within an inch of her life?" Sara couldn't hold her tongue any longer. The shorter blonde stepped forward; her hands were white knuckled fists at her sides. "You couldn't do you it your self so you had your boyfriend destroy a woman's life? What kind of man is that?"

"Baby girl…" Mark cautioned her with a hand on her arm.

"No Mark…" She shrugged him off. "When was the last time he hit you?" Sara's eyes were like ice as she spoke.

"He…Andrew…he doesn't…hit me." Stacy was beside herself.

"Sara…" Mark's voice held a hint of warning. His wife was straying onto very dangerous ground.

"Well, I find that very hard to believe." Sara continued ignoring her husband. "But if you say he hasn't then who am I to argue? It's only a matter of time though." Stacy's eyes were as big as saucers as she listened helplessly to the other woman's words.

"He…doesn't…" She managed. "Andrew hasn't…he never…" Sara raised a pale eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest. "No…he wouldn't." The taller blonde concluded. She appeared to feel a bit more comfortable in her answer.

"Oh he would." Sara nearly spat at her. "If he could do it to one woman, he will do it to another."

"But not to me." Stacy pouted.

"Does that make it any better? Does it? He's an abuser Stacy. He…"

"That's Enough!" Mark said firmly stepping between the two women. He'd heard plenty. There were lots of nights when Sara had been at home that Stacy would come in with bruises she wouldn't ever really explain. She would come in walking more stiffly than usual and when confronted about it, she'd say she'd worked out too hard but she'd never make eye contact when she spoke. Mark wasn't stupid; everyone on the roster knew what Test was capable of. Now however, it was obvious to him that Sara was hitting a little too close to the truth.

The big man had no desire to deal with a nervous breakdown. Especially the breakdown of someone he didn't particularly like much.

"Let's get out of here, baby girl. We've got some time to kill before the show tonight."

Sara looked up at her husband as if she'd just realized he was standing there and nodded.

"Yeah, let's go. Suddenly the catering doesn't sound so good." She agreed. Without a backwards glance at Stacy, the two walked down the long arena corridor and into the parking lot.