A/N: Sorry this took so long, and it's NOT the greatest chapter. I expect to have Chapter 7 and maybe 8 up by Sunday! :) Happy Holidays!!

Taker was still asleep, when Mel woke up the next morning. She had finally managed to drift off to sleep around four am. All night long, she thought of her life and what it had become. She was only twenty-seven years old, yet she felt far older. She should be happy, enjoying life and focusing on her career. But Bubba had held her back. Come to think of it, he started holding her back, right when her WWE career was hitting it's peak. Mel decided it was time to take control of her life and her career. She jumped in the shower and for the first time in months, felt like she could conquer the world....or at least her life. She got dressed, and grabbed her sunglasses. The bruise was fading slightly, but not fast enough, as it was still visible. Mel quietly opened the door and stepped out into the bright sunlight. It was a beautiful day, almost perfect. It would be even better as soon as she got a hot cup of coffee. She took off towards the hotel's restaurant, when she heard a voice call her name. She came to an abrupt halt and turned to face the unexpected. "Bubba, wha...what are you doing here?" He gave a chuckle as he approached her.

"I came for you Mel. You just had to run your big mouth, get me suspended. Are you proud of yourself?"

"I didn't say anything. People aren't as stupid as you think. It wasn't hard for everyone to figure out, that it was you that hit me. What did you expect?" Mel glanced around nervously. She wished she was still in bed and that this was all a nightmare.

"You selfish bitch. You are trying to destroy my career. This is the thanks I get for letting you ride my coat tail into the WWE? If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have a chance in hell in this industry."

Melony chewed her bottom lip, wondering if she should make a run for it. Bubba paced back and forth, he was getting angrier by the second.

"Look Bubba, you say whatever you need to say to make yourself feel better. I am through arguing with you."

He got in her face, staring angrily into her eyes. He seemed cold and distant. "First you screw around on me with Angle, now it's Taker! You're nothing but a whore! You're nothing without me! You hear me? YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!" He slapped her across the cheek, she fell to the concrete. "You're nothing without me! And you'll be even less, when I get through with you." He threatened, as he turned to walk away, and came face to face with an furious Undertaker.

Mark glared a hole through Bubba. His eyes turning dark as the night with anger. He never uttered a word, as he pounded away on Bubba. He hit him with a series of lefts and rights. Blood poured from Bub's nose and mouth. But it wasn't enough to make Taker stop. He kept pounding away on Bubba, as he fell to his knees.

"Mark! Stop!" Mel screamed.

Bubba was on the verge of unconsciousness, as he managed to mumble, "This isn't over."

Taker kicked him in the ribs for good measure, as he collapsed on the ground. "Go on Mel! Go back to the room!"

"But, Mark, he's hurt pretty bad. I can't just leave him." Mel slowly got up from the ground, her hand bleeding from trying to brace her fall. She wiped the blood on her jeans flinching at the burning pain.

"Go on Mel. I'll make sure he lives." Taker picked Bubba up off the ground. Mel glanced at Taker, then to Bubba, who was struggling to stand up. Mel rubbed her cheek where he had hit her yet again. "I'm so sorry Bubba, but you are wrong. I am someone...Someone whose without you!" Her eyes filled with tears as she walked off.

"I'm ok Taker, really." Mel said, as they stood in line, waiting to board their plane. They were on their way to Mobile, Alabama for a house show. They hadn't said much since they left the hotel. She was still shaken up and had a lot on her mind.

"I think everyone else caught the morning flight." Mark said, as he pulled out his phone to call Teddy Long. Mel was lost in her own thoughts as he talked to the General Manager. She was exhausted, more so mentally and emotionally than anything. Now that Bubba was out of her life and away from work, maybe she could focus.

"You're booked in a match tonight, against Jackie." Mark said, as he hung up the phone and placed it inside his jacket pocket. "You feeling up to it?"

Mel smiled, it was just what she needed. "You bet. I am beyond ready to get back in the ring."

Mark placed a pinch of tobacco inside his lip and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"We might just have enough time to get you in the ring to work off some of that ring rust before the show. Your hand gonna be ok?"

"Yeah, it's just a scrape. I just hope Jan can cover up this bruise on my face."

Mark pulled her close, trying to reassure her, he kissed the top of her brunette head. "It's a new beginning. There's nothing stopping you now."