Brandy clutched the front of Mark's shirt as her head began to reel from his kisses. Every time they kissed, he would sweep her off of her feet, and turn her legs to rubber. Mark pressed her back against the wall and wrapped her arms around his neck as he thrusted his tongue into her mouth. This made Brandy moan as she ran a hand through his hair and did the same to him, making their tongues collide erotically.

Eventually, Brandy forced herself to pull away, and panted, "Mark, someone might see us."

"So?" he replied simply, his hand making its way beneath her shirt.

She giggled when he tickled her. "Don't you have a match coming up?" she asked, trying to push his hand away.

"Yeah, in an hour. That gives us plenty of time," he replied, and went to give her another kiss, when she stopped him.

"Mark, you still need to get ready. We can do this when we get to the hotel, okay?"

"I can't wait that long," he replied in a husky voice, looking at her with lust in his eyes and making it obvious what he wanted.

"Well tough shit! You're gonna have to wait, because I am not going to do that here," she said, and tried to move, but was pinned between him and the wall. "Mark, come on."

"Give me another kiss first."

Sighing, Brandy leaned up and gave him a soft kiss. "There, happy?"

"Very," he replied, a smug grin on his face, and took her hand in his as they made their way to his locker room. Once in there, though, Mark quickly got changed, and managed to work his charm on her.

Before Brandy knew it, she was once more pressed up against the wall, clinging to Mark as he rocked her world. She buried her face in his neck and urged him on, as the end grew close. That familiar tingling running through her, and Brandy dug her nails into his shoulder when it hit as she tried to keep quiet. A split second later, she felt him tremble, and a low growl escaped his gritted teeth as his own pleasure washed over him. Slumping forward, Mark buried his face in her shoulder, his breathing choppy and labored. "That was incredible," he eventually whispered, and pressed a soft kiss to her neck.

"That it was," Brandy agreed as she ran a hand through his hair. She then gently tugged on his hair, forcing him to look at her, and added, "Don't get used to this, though, because that is the only time you are going to get away with something like that."

Mark chuckled at this as he put her down. "Oh, don't act like you didn't enjoy it, babe," he commented as they reorganized themselves.

She rolled her eyes at him, a slight smirk coming to the corner of her mouth for a brief second. "Go get cleaned up before you end up being late for your match."

She was about to head into the bathroom, when Mark stopped her. She looked up at him, and he gave her a gentle kiss. "I love you," he murmured, running a hand through her hair, as he looked deep into her eyes.

She smiled up at him. "I love you too, big guy," she replied, giving him another kiss before gently pushing him toward the bathroom. Once he was in there, she grabbed a brush and ran it through her hair. Just as she put it back, the door suddenly swung open as Glenn walked in, making Brandy jump. "God damn, Glenn, you scared me!" Brandy exclaimed, placing a hand on her chest.

He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry."

"What are you doing in here?" she asked.

"I've been helping Kevin find you. Apparently, he really needs to talk to you." Brandy raised an eyebrow at this, and he added, "Don't ask me what it's about, because I have no idea what he was wanting."

"Okay. Did you need to talk to Mark, or anything?"

"No, just wanted to let you know that Kevin's looking for ya."

"Okay, thanks Glenn," Brandy replied, and gave him a hug before he left. Just then, Mark walked out of the bathroom.

"Who was that?" he asked.

Brandy walked over to him, and started hitting his chest. "You stupid idiot! Why didn't you lock the goddamn door?" she yelled.

Mark grabbed her wrists and said, "Whoa, whoa, clam down! What is the matter?"

"The fucking door was unlocked the whole time, Mark! Somebody could have easily walked in and seen us!" Mark had to bite his lip, trying to hide both his grin and his laughter. "Don't you dare laugh at this, Mark Callaway. It is not funny."

"I'm sorry, you're completely right. That's not funny. It would have been horrible if someone had walked in, but no one did, so why is it such a big deal?"

"It isn't the matter of something happening, it's the idea of our privacy being invaded. Sure, we got away with it, but there is always the "what ifs". The last thing I want is for the entire world to know what we do in our private time."

Mark sighed, understanding where she was coming from. He knew she didn't like bragging about their sex life, and to be honest he didn't either. Sure, during their time apart he had gloated over how many girls he could get in just one night, but that was different. Those were nothing more than ring rats. This was Brandy they were talking about, the one thing he wanted to keep all to himself. "Okay, from now on well wait until we're at the hotel. And if we share a suite with Glenn, I'll make sure the door is locked. Okay?"

"I don't want you to think I don't like being adventurous or anything-"

"I don't think that. You like keeping things between us, and I respect that baby."

She smiled up at him and gave him a sweet kiss. "I'm glad I have someone who understands me so well," she commented, making Mark grin. "You might wanna hurry. You only have about ten minutes. Kevin needed to talk to me, so I'm going to go find him. Be careful during your match, okay?"

"I will," he replied, and gave her a kiss before they went their separate ways.

Brandy looked around as she made her way down the hall, keeping an eye out for Kevin, when she suddenly ran into someone, and saw papers go flying everywhere. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" Brandy immediately apologized as she bent down to help pick up the papers.

"It's no problem," the man replied as he picked them up as well.

When Brandy handed the papers to him, she saw it was Vince McMahon. "Here you go, Vince. Sorry about that."

He frowned. "Do I know you?"

"We've never really gotten the chance to meet, but my fiancé has told me all about you."

"I see. And just who might that be?"

"Mark Calaway."

"Oh, so YOU'RE Brandy. He's told me about you, too. Nice to meet you," Vince replied as they stood back up, shaking her hand. He looked her over and commented, "You know, Mark said you were beautiful, but he definitely underestimated just how beautiful you really are."

Brandy blushed. "Thank you, sir."

"Have you ever considered doing what Mark does?"

Brandy's' eyebrows rose at this. "You mean wrestle? Here?"

"Sure. You have the look for it." Squeezing one of her arms, he added, "Looks like you keep in shape as well. Have you ever done any kind of wrestling?"

"Sure…in the bedroom," Brandy thought wickedly to herself. "Not wrestling, but I used to do some boxing a while back."

"Oh really?" Brandy nodded. "Tell Mark to give me a call tomorrow. I'd like to talk to the both of you about you possibly joining the business. I mean, if it's something you're interested, that is. We've been needing some new female faces in the business, so I figured if you were going to be joining Mark on the road, why not get paid for it?"

"Are you serious?"

"I'm dead serious. Have him call me, okay?"

"Yes, definitely. Thank you, sir," Brandy replied, shaking his hand, and continued heading down the hallway, feeling like she was on cloud nine.

"Do you think we'll end up having some kind of storyline together?" Brandy asked as they headed toward Vince's office.

"I highly doubt it, hon, although that would be nice," Mark replied, tightening his arm around her.

"I wonder what they're going to have me do first. Do you think it'll be a while until I get to be on camera? What kind of character will they make for me?"

Mark couldn't help but to laugh at her as she talked a mile a minute. "Brandy, slow down. You're going to find out sooner or later."

"Sorry, I'm just starting to get nervous," Brandy replied, her voice suddenly quiet. "What if Vince ends up thinking this was all a mistake?"

"Oh, don't think that. I could tell by the way Vince talked that he really likes you."

"Really?"

"Really," Mark replied, and grinned when Brandy smiled brightly at him. Walking up to the office door, he knocked on it.

"Come on in," a voice within replied, and the two of them walked in. "Brandy, Mark! Just the two people I was wanting to see," Vince added, grinning as he sat down the papers he was holding. "So, have the two of you given any more thought to my proposition?"

"I personally would love to give it a try," Brandy immediately replied. "I mean, I'll have to go through training, of course, but this is something I would really like to do."

"Glad to hear the enthusiasm. Now, you had mentioned before you did boxing for a while, correct?"

"Yes sir."

"Have you kept that up a all?"

"Well it's been eight years since I did it regularly, but I still keep up with it. Mark helps me out, so I would say to a certain extent yeah, I do."

Vince raised an eyebrow. "Eight years, huh? Just how old are you?"

Brandy's face flushed slightly. "I'm, uh, thirty-two."

Vince laughed. "That's funny. I could have sworn you said you were thirty-two."

"That is what I said, sir."

"Well you look much younger than that."

"Thank you sir." She hesitated for a second, and added, "My age isn't going to effect your thoughts on this…is it?"

"No, not at all. I still would like to give this a try, and see how you do. Now, for your storyline, I think at first, while you're still in training, we're going to have you be an escort to a new wrestler we had just hired."

"When did you do that?" Mark asked.

"About a week ago. I'm actually-" Vince started to say, when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," he called out, and a man walked in. "Just the man I was talking about. Brandy, meet the man you will be escorting to ringside. Greg, meet the woman who will be your escort."

"It's nice to meet you," Gregory said politely as he walked over to her, extending his hand.

"What is your last name?" Brandy asked when she stood up.

"Carter," he replied, frowning. "Why?" he added, and then suddenly, his eyes went wide. "Brandy Daniels?"

Letting out a squeal, she hugged him. "It's so great to see you again!" Brandy exclaimed as she tightly squeezed him.

"It's great to see you too," he replied as he returned the hug.

Once they pulled away, the two of them found Mark ad Vince staring at them. "Did I miss something here?" Vince asked.

"Sorry, this is an old friend of mine," Brandy replied. "Growing up, we were neighbors."

"So you two are acquainted? Good," Vince replied. "Since you obviously know each other fairly well, we'll go ahead and go through with this. I'll give you two weeks before you have your first match. That way we can put together the details of your storylines, and you two can get used to the business. Does that sound good to you?"

"That sounds wonderful," Brandy replied.

"Yeah, I'm fine with it as well," Gregory added.

"Good! I'll meet back up with the two of you in five days to talk about your whole storyline. Until then, Mark, would you mind in helping show them around? Getting them into the routine of things?" Vince asked.

"Yeah, sure. No problem," he replied, and the three of them stood up.

"Thank you, sir," Brandy said, shaking his hand.

"You're more than welcome," he replied.

"Sir, was there anything else you needed to talk to me about?" Gregory asked.

"No, that was pretty much it. We can talk at our next meeting, okay? You start meeting people," Vince replied.

"Okay, thank you, sir," Gregory replied, and shook his hand as well as he walked out of the office with Mark and Brandy.

"God, I can't believe it's actually you!" Brandy exclaimed, giving Gregory another hug. When she heard someone clear his or her throat, she pulled away, and found Mark watching them, his eyebrow cocked. "Sorry honey. This is Greg, a guy I've known literally my whole life. I'm pretty sure I've told you about him before."

"A time or two, yeah," Mark replied, not looking very happy.

"Greg, this is my fiancé Mark," Brandy said to Gregory, and walked over to Mark. Mark immediately wrapped an arm protectively around her, clearly stating without saying a word that she was off limits.

"It's nice to meet you, Mark," Gregory said politely, extending his hand. Reluctantly, Mark shook it. "You are one lucky man, let me tell you. I know what a great person Brandy is."

"Do you, now?" Mark asked, once more raising an eyebrow.

Brandy elbowed Mark in the ribs. When he looked down at her, he saw the anger in her eyes. "Don't be an ass, Mark," she warned him.

"So how long have you two been together?" Gregory asked, trying to change the subject and hopefully lighten the mood.

"About…what, three years now? Does that sound right, babe?" Brandy asked.

"Yeah, I'd say about three," Mark replied.

"That's very impressive," Gregory commented.

"What about you? Have you found that special someone yet?" Brandy asked.

"I had, but about a year ago she passed away from cancer," Gregory replied, his voice suddenly quiet.

"Oh Greg, I'm so sorry," Brandy said, her heart breaking for him. "That had to be so tough for you. I can't even imagine."

"It was, but I had two kids with her, so it's almost like a part of her is still living."

Brandy gasped. "You're actually a dad? You, who would always say how you would never let an "ankle biter" tie you down?"

Gregory grinned. "Yeah, I did, and they're great."

"You have GOT to show me pictures!" Brandy exclaimed, and he pulled out his wallet, showing her pictures of them. "Greg, they're precious. Your son looks just like you."

"That's what everyone said, especially now that he's starting to become a teenager. Still hard to believe he's twelve, and she's ten."

"Wow. It's been too long since we last talked," Brandy replied as she handed back his wallet. "Hey, I know! Why don't the three of us go out to eat?"

Gregory looked up at Mark. "I don't think that's such a good idea-"

"No, no, it's fine. If you're Brandy's friend, then I might as well get to know you," Mark replied. "Hell, if she can put up with my friends, then the least I can do is the same for her."

Brandy grinned up at him and kissed his cheek. "Great! Let's go," she said, and led the way out to their car.

"Hey look! Who's that guy?" Stephanie asked Tori, trying to get a better view of the man standing by Mark and Brandy.

Tori listened closely. "I think he's a friend," she replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it sounds like they're talking about kids, or something like that."

"Do you think he'll work?"

"Well, let's keep an eye on him, and we'll see," Tori replied, and as discreetly as possible, her and Stephanie followed them out to their cars. So far, everything seemed to be falling into place, and if things went according to plan, it wouldn't be long before Stephanie got what she wanted.