I think I might be losing inspiration for this. :/

Michelle was paralyzed. She literally couldn't move her feet. Mark had always had this effect on her and she hated it. Mark gave her a small smile and instead of returning it, Michelle gave the veteran a cold scowl before somehow finding the power to snap her body around and stalk back down the hallway.

"Michelle! Please wait!" Mark called after her after he picked up his feet and began chasing after her. Michelle heard his footsteps getting closer and closer, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold this mask for too long. She was going to break again and right in front of him, no less. Michelle picked up her speed and running. Mark couldn't believe that Michelle was actually running away from her. "Chelle!" He continued to call after her as he tried to match her speed, but it really was no use.

Michelle stupidly looked over her shoulder and saw that Mark wasn't far behind her. Michelle was determined to get away from him, so she pushed her feet, running faster and faster. Turning her head back to face forward Michelle didn't have time before she ran straight into a wall. And by wall, she meant a wall. Not an over-sized wrestler or anything, a wall; you now those things that keep buildings standing? Yeah, one of those brick walls. It believe her, it didn't tickle.

"Michelle!" Mark shouted as he watched the beauty run straight into a cold, solid wall. "Are you okay?" He exclaimed as he squatted down next to the downed beauty. Michelle held her face in pain as she attempted to sit up, hitting Marks hands away. "Oh my…" Mark said softly as he noticed the blood all over Michelle's nose and face.

"What?" Michelle asked in an annoyed, panicky tone. Mark pointed at her nose which was covered by Michelle's hand. Michelle pulled her hand away and noticed the blood. "Shit." The blonde cursed before placing her hands down on the cold ground and attempted to get up.

Mark stood up on the balls of his feet effortlessly. Mark leaned down and lightly grasped Michelle's arm and attempted to help her up but she wouldn't have any of it. "Let me help you up." Mark gave a heavy sigh as the blonde unsuccessfully attempted to pick herself. Michelle shook her head, but Mark didn't listen to her and pulled her up to her feet. The blonde scowled at him and stomped off. "You're welcome." The older man muttered and then began to trail behind the blonde.

"What do you mean 'you're welcome'?" Michelle questioned as she walked ahead, her hand still over her bloodied nose. "This is entirely your fault. I swear to god, Mark, If I've broken my nose, there is going to be trouble." Michelle hissed at her husband.

Michelle and Mark walked to the trainers, Michelle at least two feet in front of Mark, although he was hot on her trail. Randy was talking to Cody, mid-sentence when he saw the two. Randy froze, mouth open wide and his hands placed out in front of him. Randy looked like he had caught sight of a ghost. Michelle sheepishly glanced up at Randy, and that was when noticed the blood. Randy narrowed his eyes on the large figured trailing behind Michelle.

Randy went to step forward, but Cody was one step ahead of him and made sure to hold him back. Randy hissed and fired daggers through the other man. Whatever he did to Michelle, Randy made sure he would pay. And that was a promise that ready was sure to keep.

Mark quickly jogged up to Michelle and placed his lips a little too closely to Michelle's ear. "Looks like someone's a little jealous." Mark whispered into Michelles ear, chuckling softly as he let his hot breath linger on Michelle's neck. Michelle turned to Mark and gave him a cold scowl before turning into the direction of Mark's gaze and saw an angry Randy being held back by Cody.

"He's not jealous, you idiot. He's just my friend. He probably knows that you did this." Michelle spat at Mark, pointing to her bloody nose. Mark threw his hands up in front of himself.

"You did it yourself. You ran into the wall, it wasn't like I pushed you or anything." Mark told her in a matter-of-factly tone, a tone that Michelle didn't like one bit. He could be such a smartass sometimes.

Michelle just rolled her eyes. "Go away."

"No." Mark simply said.

"Yes." Michelle hissed.

"Hm," Mark paused and scratched his chin for a moment, pretending to complete Michelle's demand before shrugging nonchalantly. "Nah. I'm fine walking with my wife." Mark made sure to linger on the word wife, noticing her tense at the word.

"Yes." Michelle shouted before turning around and stopping Mark right in his tracks. "Now fuck off and don't ever call me that again." She spat as she stabbed him in the chest with her perfectly manicured index finger.

"Why, you are my, –" The older man paused as he moved his face closer to the blonde's. "– wife." He whispered quietly while his lips were inches from Michelle's. He wasn't stupid; he knew the effect he had on this woman. Truth was, he never meant what happened last week to happen, let alone Michelle to find out. And truth be told, he felt like crap. He originally came to grovel, but he knew it wouldn't work; but he did know his wife like the back of his hand, and he knew if he pissed her off enough she'd have to speak to him.

Besides, don't think Mark hasn't noticed how close Randy and Michelle have become. Mark wasn't going to lose Michelle – especially to that punk.

Michelle narrowed her eyes and pushed Mark's face away with her hand. "It may say that on paper, but as far as I'm concerned, when you fucked that slut, you lost the right to call me your wife and even more so, my husband."

Mark grabbed her hand and pulled her into one of the closest, much to Michelle's dislike. He pulled her face close to his, there face's inches away from one-another. "I know you don't mean that, Chelle. You love me. "

"I meant every word, you scumbag." Michelle said looking to the side.

"No, you don't." Mark cupped her face and forced her to face him. "Because if you meant that, you wouldn't still be wearing you wedding ring." Mark told her as he grabbed her hand and held it in front of her face, his eyes glancing right at the ring.

Michelle quickly dropped her hands to her side and looked down at her feet. "I just, never had time to take it off." Michelle lied. Michelle didn't even realize she still had it on. All this time had been dealing with her tears and her anger, that she completely forgot about the ring. Michelle tore the ring off her finger and handed it to Mark, but he refused to take it. "Take it Mark!" She shouted.

Mark shook his head. "No, because you love me. I fucked up Michelle, okay and I feel so terrible. But I know you still love me. Look, I'm prepared to do a whole lot of grovelling, but I don't want us to end. Give me a second chance, please Michelle. I'm begging you. Just one more chance; you can throw what we have away. "

Michelle looked straight into his eyes and gave a heavy sigh, feeling tears forming in her blue orbs. Michelle pursed her lips together before shaking her head. "No, you're right, I can't throw what we have away." Michelle stated softly. Mark's face softened at her words. "Because you already threw what we had away last week." She clenched her jaw and shoved the ring in her pocket and turned to walk away but Michelle grabbed her wrists and quickly pulled her against him and crashed his lips hungrily against hers, still aware of her nose.

Michelle was stunned at his actions. But no one was as stunned as both Michelle and Mark when she kissed him back, hard.