Kurt showing up there was the greatest thing in the world. It had been too long since Mel felt so much love and pure rush of emotion. After so many tribulations, she was now finally able to be with the man who literally made her feel like a queen. She was on cloud nine as she opened the door to the Women's locker room.

"Hey Torrie." Mel beamed as she sat down in a chair.

The blonde woman eyed her friend suspiciously. "Hi Mel. What's going on? "

"Well, let's just say you'll be taking my place tonight. "

Torrie cocked her head to the side, a look of confusion spread across her face. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is ...I have a date. So tonight it's going to be you verses Jackie." Mel busied herself replacing the few items that had previously been removed from her bag.

"A date? With who?"

A slow smile spread across Mel's face as she tucked her boots in with the rest of her stuff. " Oh, just the most amazing man in the world. "

Torrie excitedly grabbed Mel's arm forcing her to stop fiddling with her bag. "Kurt?"

"Yes!" She could hardly contain her joy as her eyes misted with tears of sheer elation. Torrie hugged her and laughed.

"I'm so happy for you Mel! No one deserves happiness as much as you. And it's so obvious that Kurt makes you happy."

"Thanks Torrie. And thank you for encouraging me to admit my feelings to him. I owe all this to you and Mark. I really don't know what I would have done without either of you."

" That's what friends are for Mel. Mark and I may have nudged you along the way but you and Kurt were destined for each other. Now go on and get out of here."

Mel gathered her things and hugged Torrie. "I guess I'll see you in a few days."

"Have fun."

Mel left the room and set out toward the Undertakers locker room.

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She found Takers appointed locker room and knocked on the door. After a minute of constant knocking and no answer she cracked the door open.

"Mark. Are you in here?" As she walked in the empty room, she couldn't shake the feeling that something just wasn't right. Chalking it up to nerves due to her long anticipated date with Kurt, she turned to leave. Her conversation with Mark would just have to wait. She was just about to place her hand on the door handle when a sudden noise caused her to turn bringing her face-to-face with Bubba.

"You look surprised to see me Mel."

She stumbled backwards feeling for the handle of the door. All her instincts telling her to scream for her life but she was silenced by fear. All too suddenly Bubba reached out and grabbed her by the hair.

"You didn't really think you were going to get away this easily did you?"

"Bubba please don't do this. Why can't you just move on and forget about me?"

Bubba let go of her long enough to backhand her across the cheek, knocking her down on the couch that occupied the large locker room. Tears filled her eyes but she refused to let him know how scared she was. Or how much he was hurting her. Instead she focused on Kurt and the sweet kisses they'd shared just moments earlier. He left her sitting on the couch as he walked toward the door, giving her an ounce of hope for an escape. That glimmer of hope quickly and painfully vanished as he clicked the lock on the door. An evil grin spread across his face as he quickly crossed the room. Reaching out with one swift movement he snatched her up once again by the hair of her head and slammed her into the concrete wall.

"I saw your little reunion with your boy toy. You're nothing but a filthy whore. You were cheating on me with that bastard the whole fuckin' time."

"No bubba. I never cheated..." She was cut off mid-sentence by another fist to her face. Blood spewed from her nose and mingled with the blood from her busted lip. She felt lightheaded and nauseous. Her knees went weak as she started to slide down the wall. Somewhere inside, deep inside she mustered up the strength to scream. "Help me! Help!" His hands closed around her throat.

"You're a lying, cheating whore I don't know what I ever saw in you."

One more punch to the face for good measure and her body crumpled to the floor.

"No one fucks with me and walks away unscarred."

It was with those words she realized just how sick he was, as he bent down over her welding a knife. Though she could barely see out of one eye as her cheek and broken nose were causing her left eye to swell shut, she fought to crawl to the door. It seemed to be her only hope. "Mark." She tried screaming but her vocal chords had been traumatized as it only came out as a whisper.

"Where you going Mel?" He laughed sadistically. "Don't be scared. I just want to leave you with a little something to remember me by."

He started towards her face with the knife and Mel grabbed his arm with everything she had left in her. She tried to hold him off but her muscles quivered under his force as she was no match for him. She kicked aimlessly hoping to hit any part of his body, anything to buy her more time. Landing a kick to his knee he fell backward onto his butt, giving her a chance to make a dash to the door. Before she could even lay a hand on the lock Bubba rushed her sending her reeling into the metal door.

"Bitch! Now I'm reminded of what I saw in you. You're fiery determination always did turn me on." His lips closed in on hers as he placed a hand on her chest and in one movement ripped her top off. One hand pinned her against the door by her arm which was stretched over her head, as he trailed the knife down her breast before kissing her forcefully on the lips. She drew his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down as hard as she could. He pulled back wiping blood from his lip and laughed before slapping her across the face. He threw her on the floor and repeatedly kicked her in the ribs and stomach.

"I'm threw playing games now." He stood over her, the woman he proclaimed to love at one point in time, and stuck the tip of the knife into her cheek. His intent to carve the letter B into her cheek, so that she would always be his. If not physically then mentally. Every time she looked in the mirror she would be reminded of him.

A knock on the door forced him back to reality. The small straight line that made up the beginning of the B barely evident.

"Mel? Mark? Anyone in there?"

Even in a semi-conscious state, Mel recognized that voice. "Kurt." She whispered. "Kurt don't leave me."