I knew who had slipped me the note. I was expecting it. I sat at my desk and waited for the show to end. About half way through Phil got to go out and sit on commentary for some reason. I had no shame in listening in. "So Punk, you are dating Brooke McMahon? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?" King asked worriedly.
"Yes I'm dating Brooke and I'm sure I can handle anything that would be deemed dangerous." Phil smiled, but he didn't know how dangerous I could be.
"She worked with the Undertaker. It is rumored that she was in charge of him, when he is here. That he does anything she tells him to do." Phil looked puzzled as King revealed that fact.
"I knew she worked with Taker. But I don't know is she was in charge." He sat back in his chair and ignored everything that went on around him until he came back stage.
It wasn't long until I heard a knock on my door. I knew that knock, too, it was Phil. He was going to come in even if I said not to. So I just waited; he came in a moment later. "Hey baby, how's your first night back?"
"Fine, umm Phil I need you to do something for me." I knew it was dangerous to ask him what I was going to ask. But I was going to ask anyway; just a precaution.
"Does this have anything to do with Mark coming back? Jerry had some theories on what went on between you two." He came and perched on the edge of my desk. He stared into my eyes; that look; I knew what he was thinking.
"What went on between Mark and me," I stopped to gather my will; I'd never told anyone about my dark side. "It isn't what you think; it was nothing sexual, I promise. When I was first in the WWE my mom paired me with Mark to try and make me feel safe. I left home at eighteen. I didn't feel safe at home. Mom would bring the men that she trusted completely over to my apartment, to help me see about the business. In the end I felt safest with Mark. Mom talked me into becoming a diva. I never went by my real name; all anyone ever called me was Angel. Eventually I became…corrupted. You here about the dark side of the Undertaker. I was the walking dark side. I became the leader of all things dark." I had gone so dark I thought I would never be myself again.
"You…you were the source of all darkness in the WWE, huh? You are telling me this because…" Phil trailed off for me to answer what I actually wanted him to do for me.
"I need you to keep me in the light, Phil. When I say you are my heart, in actuality you are the light that is in my heart. If you were to leave, I would go back to being so dark no one would see the real me." I was scared I didn't want to be wholly evil; I was almost there once.
"Marry me."
I looked up so fast, I swore I go whiplash. "Do what?"
"You heard me. Marry me. That way I can stay in your heart at all times. I can stay by your side and you don't have to worry about me leaving." He smiled as he spoke my secret fear.
"Umm, I'd love to. But have you talked to anyone about it? Do you even have a ring yet?" I was curious. He seemed to have everything planned out.
"I talked to your mom and brother, they gave their blessings. I do have a ring. I know the aversion you have to gifts and new things. So this isn't a new ring, but if you want a new one I can buy one." He was nervous. He knew I loved him with all of my heart but was afraid of permanent things that I hadn't designed myself.
"How about you let me see the ring, before you decide it isn't good enough for me?" I held out my hand more than sure that he had the ring with him.
Sure enough he reached in to his pocket and pulled out a small red velvet box. He placed it gently in my hand. I looked at the box. I slowly lifted the lid. Nestled in the satin folds was a silver colored ring with diamonds and emeralds. I looked up at him. He smiled and reached up to cup my face. "That ring was given to my mother by my father. I don't speak with him often and you know why. I did call him while I was on my week off in July. I told him about you. About how much I cared for you; how much I loved you. He went into his bed room and came out with this. He told me if a girl affected me that much, I shouldn't let her go around without my ring on her finger. He was right. I was just trying to figure out how to ask you." I looked back down at the ring.
My hands shook as I tried to take the ring out of the box. He smiled wider as he took the box out of my hand; putting the ring on my hand himself. "Phil, how fast do you want to get married? I don't care if it is really big. Honestly a small chapel in Vegas looks good to me right now." I was being totally honest. I wanted to get married as fast as possible.
Phil chuckled softly. "I want to be married as fast as possible, too. But when I asked your mom for your hand she said it had to be a real wedding. But that it could happen in less than a week. She pulled out a book that said B's dream wedding."
I laughed, "I remember that book. It was how I always wanted to get married. I guess we will have to go see her after the show."
"I guess," Phil replied as he leaned down and kissed me; almost falling off of his perch at the same time.
