Waking up with a hangover is not fun

And it's been a while

Since I could hold my headup high

And it's been a while since I first saw you

And it's been a while since I could stand on my own two feet again

And it's been a while since I could call you

"Mark, why are you in dark honey?" Sara asks.

"Nothing, thinking. Why are up, its like three in the morning."

The tall blonde leans against the door way of the kitchen. "I could say the same for you." The lights still off, Sara reaches for the switch.

"No, just…I'll be in bed in a moment."

Making a face, she nods her head and attempts to make out her husbands facial expression with only the light from the moon shining through the kitchen window. "All right, don't take long."

And everything I can't remember

As fucked up as it all may seem

The consequences that I've rendered

I've stretched myself beyond my means

He sighs and stares at the number. It's been a year, and Adriana had been on his mind since the day she left for Mexico. He knew she was hurt so he didn't bother to call, but all of a sudden the urge for Mark to hear her voice, even if it was her answering machine; it would satisfy him. "Fuck it." He mumbles.

It's been awhile

Since I can say that I wasn't addicted

And it's been a while since I can say I love myself as well and

And it's been a while since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do

And it's been a while but all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you

"Ring…ring…ring…(This is Adriana Denoa leave a message and I will get back to your call…beep

And it's been a while Since I could look at myself straight

And it's been a while since I said I'm sorry

And it's been a while since I've seen the way the candles light your face

And it's been a while but I can still remember just the way you taste

Mark sighs. "…Hey Adriana either your sleep or you don't want to talk to me right now which is…cool." Why am I nervous? "Just wanted to talk…goodnight darlin."

And everything I can't remember

As fucked up as it all may seem to be I know it's me I cannot blame this on my father

He did the best he could for meAnd it's been a while

Since I could hold my head up high

And it's been a while since I said I'm sorry

His number was no longer registered in my phone but damn it, I knew that number and Mark also had a left a voicemail. "What dose he want?" My eyes rolling, I placed my cell back on the night stand. "Nope." If I got through a year [barley] talking to Mark I'm not going start now. The boys were at the grand parents house and I the home all to myself. I needed sleep but I was wife awake.

New Orleans, LA Feb 1996

It had a been a few weeks since seeing Austin. Our schedule were very different and busy all in the same.

"What wrong honey?"

I looked up towards my make up artists Chase. "Nothing, just deep in thought."

"About?"

"I don't know, I mean this world of professional wrestling is getting to me. I've never been gone this long from my family."

"Well I see that the Harts and a few others have adopted you into their on the road family." He spoke applying eyeliner.

"Yeah…I guess so. I think too much that's all." I slowly shook my head.

"Yeah, so stop thinking hon. You have a big match coming up and your going to be in the ring with the best."

Chase was right. Since I had put Sasha out of action/her vacation time at the Royal Rumble, it was only right for me to perform at Wrestlemania XII. My feud with Madusa had been building up since the February in your house PPV, and it was going to be a three way match for my women's title belt. This was going to go down in history and it was the first to be seen in the history of the women's division. The smile then faded away due to who my eyes landed on.

"Hey gorgeous." He blew a kiss a gave him the finger. "Anytime Body…anytime."

My eyes roll in disgust. "I can stand him."

Chase. "Shawn Michaels just hit on you."

I shrug my shoulders. "So, what who cares. Chase we've been at each other's throat since I got here."

"He likes you."

"Then hell has frozen over." I giggled.

"Hey Body, your opening up Raw."

I took another look at Gorilla Masoon. "Are you serious?"

"Yes he's serious now go ahead and get your booty out there." Jim Cornette yelled holding his tennis racket in hand. "Go and get your script first Body."

"Alright…okay thanks!" I was screaming with excitement inside but once word got around, I knew it was only going to be a matter of time when Shawn was in my face whining. I slipped on the infamous yellowed dress along with a pair 4 inch black heels.

"Those legs can go on for days."

I turned around to see Steve standing beside me. I hug him tightly. "Hey."

"Hey. How are you?"

"Good, I thought you weren't going to be here tonight?" I question still smiling at him.

"Well, ya know…plans change." He then takes a step back. "Wow…so were you poured into that dress-"

"Maybe." I wink. My music then hit. "Gotta go."

"Later Body." Steve watched as I left the gorilla position and went through the curtains and enter the atmosephere of my fans in New Orleans.

Vince: "And here she is…Adriana The Body-"

King: "And what a body wow!"

J.R.: "Oh yes she is a beauty, our women's champion opening up Monday night Raw is War. She has the mic, lets listen to what she has to say-"

King: "I'd rather see."

Shawn along with Hunter watch the monitors as Body was opening Monday Night Raw. "I am so tired of this?"

Hunter laughs. "Of what, a girl showing you up. It's not her fault."

Shawn shakes his head. "Don't let your dick think for you because bullshit then come out of your mouth-"

"Whoa hold it, now as I do remember correctly, you have a problem with her not me."

"I'm gonna go talk to Vince." Shawn mumbles.

Elsewhere, by time Adriana had already shown off to the crowd the over sized poster for the cover of Raw magazine issue. Mark had already made up his mind about her…and his thoughts of her were speechless. The only thing the man could do was stare at the screen until JR took it away to Vader's promo.

"Hey big guy don't come in your pants."

Mark looked over to see Bret Hart. Mark smiled. "Yeah right, I'm a happily married man."

"Look but don't touch. I get it, hey Brisco wants to see us."

"For what?" Mark asked.

Bret shrugs his shoulder. "Well find out."

Mark still had the image of the women's champion stuck in his thoughts. He had to control himself, or otherwise Brisco would want to know why was he on hard.

Since I only had a promo to do, I stuck around for a while just hanging out with Owen.

"So, tell me something."

"What?" I asked him.

"You and Austin?"

I rolled my eyes. " Were friends, he's a great friend to me."

"All right, I'm just checking don't hold back on me now." He smiles.

"I won't you're my besties!" I had to laugh due to the fact that image on his face was priceless. "Are we getting drinks tonight's, I really really want a drink"

"Okay you drunk your gonna get your drink."

After hitting up the bar I remembered being carried to my room. By either Owen or Steve.

"You think she's good." A voice spoke.

"Yeah, I'll make sure she's cool." Another voice spoke.

"Steve?"

"Shhhh…just making sure your safe baby." The male begins to remove her shoes off.

"What are you doing here?" Adriana slurred words came out. "You-"

"Shhh clam down just making sure your good." Everything was in such in blur that Adriana could hardly make out the figure that was checking up on her. It sure wasn't Steve, his voice made her heart beat and stomach flutter; On the other hand, this voice was mischievous. "You cool-"

"Yeah just get the fuck out of my room before I yell." Adriana's slured almost as if she was speaking in her sleep

With that, the person left gently clicking the door behind them...or so she thought.

The next morning it was around 1 pm and I had awoken to the sound of not only my head hurting and me feeling like shit but the banging on my door pissed me off and interrupted my sleep.

"WHAT THE FUCK WHO IS IT!"

"OPEN THE DOOR AND YOU'LL SEE!"

I wrap the sheet around my naked body and open the door, the stern and red face of Steve Austin was standing in my door way. "Glad to see you made it here safe."

"Yeah…I…Yeah." I rub my hands through my messy hair. "I have a headache stop yelling."

"I'm not you have a hangover."

"Well leave me alone." I flop back down on the bed."

I then notice Steve began to look around the room. I was now getting real real annoyed with him. "What the hell, what are you looking for?"

"Just like him to leave."

"Who?"

"You were that drunk you don't even know who you left with last night?"

I shook my head. "You or Owen-"

"No, you left with Scott Hall."

This will be my last chapter in a while folks, maybe three weeks. You know I can't stay away from you guys that long unless its some shit going on. "It's been a while" By Stain...that song suddleny pop in my head due to chapter 3 cliffhanger.

I had to fit Mark in this chapter somehow because Body is telling her story from past to present. And as you can see he's a mess without her. lol

Also certain parts of the story will be told from her p.o.v and from the story's pov. So please if you do get confuse let me know

Thanks again for reading I love all of ya!!.....xoxo