Mark walked down the hall to the elevator, when he saw Brandy standing next to the elevator. When she saw him, she gave him a nervous smile. "Hey Mark," she said, clearly uptight at his mere presence.
He nodded his head. "Brandy," he replied, and looked at the elevator.
She couldn't stand this. "Can we at least talk?"
"There's nothing to talk about," Mark replied simply.
"Bullshit, Mark! There's a lot to talk about, and you know it!"
He turned to face her. "Okay, fine. Let's talk. For starters, why are you cheating on me with Greg? How could you do that to me?"
"Mark, how many times do I have to repeat myself? I'm not cheating on you! Greg is my friend, and I could never like him that way! I love you, god damnit!" Mark just rolled his eyes. "Please, Mark. Please believe me on this."
"I can't, Brandy. I saw you two together with my own eyes. Plus, with what Stephanie told me, it's all pretty obvious."
She was about to say something, when she frowned. "Wait, what did Stephanie tell you?"
"It's not important-"
"No, tell me what Stephanie told you!"
Just then, Stephanie walked up to them. "Hey hon," she greeted Mark, wrapping an arm around his waist. She looked over at Brandy, turned her nose up in the air, and added, "Brandy."
"Stephanie," Brandy mumbled, looking away.
"You know what, Steph? Why don't we take the stairs," Mark suggested as he wrapped his own arm around her, and led Stephanie down the hall to the staircase. Hanging her head, Brandy walked into the elevator. It was obvious that her and Mark were over, and it was all her fault.
"Come on, Brandy, hurry it up!" Kevin called out, once more knocking on the bathroom door.
"Hold your horses!" Brandy replied.
"I need to fix my hair, and my match is coming up!" he said.
"Hang on, hang on," she called out to him, and he groaned, walking back over to the couch and flopping down on it.
"Kevin, your hair looks fine," Glenn commented.
"I know, I just wanna see what she looks like in her outfit," Kevin replied with a grin.
Glenn chuckled at this. Just then, Mark and Stephanie walked into the locker room. "Hey," Glenn said as he started lacing up his boots.
"Hey," Mark replied, setting his bag down.
"When are you going to start letting me walk down to the ring with you?" Stephanie asked Mark, hooking her fingers in his belt loops.
"I told you, babe, you'll have to talk to your dad about it," Mark replied.
Just then, Brandy walked out of the bathroom. All of them looked over at her. "Have mercy!" Kevin exclaimed, placing a hand over his heart.
Brandy grinned sheepishly, a blush coming to her cheeks. "Does it look okay on me?" she asked, smoothing out her shirt.
"You look perfect, Brandy," Glenn replied as he walked over to her, grabbing her hand and having her spin around.
Mark had to admit…she did look good. She looked damn look. With a red plaid shirt that fell to right above her belly button and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, Daisy Dukes, a pair of black boots, and her hair down, she looked sexy as hell. "You'd look better if you lost ten pounds in your ass," Stephanie suddenly muttered under her breath.
Brandy had heard this, and looked over at her. With hurt on her face, Brandy shook her head and walked out of the room. "Stephanie, that was a bitch move," Kevin said.
"What? Her butt looked a bit big in those shorts," Stephanie replied in an innocent.
"Yeah, well if you can't keep those kind of comments to yourself, then you can stay out of our locker room," Glenn said.
"Hey, if I want her in here, then she can be in here," Mark butted in.
Glenn rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You need to hurry, cause your match is next," Glenn said, and went back to preparing for his own match.
"Greg, I'm nervous," Brandy whispered.
"Don't be. You know what you have to do. Just look sexy, which isn't very hard for you to do, and you'll be fine," Gregory replied.
This made Brandy smile at him. "Thanks Greg. What move should I look out for when it's time for me to interfere?"
"When Mark gives me the chokeslam."
"But he does it all the time!"
Gregory chuckled. "Trust me, you'll know when it's time," he replied, taking her hands in his and squeezing.
"I wish I could be as calm as you."
"You could if you wouldn't let it get to you so much."
"I know," Brandy replied. Just then, Mark walked up to them.
"Well isn't that sweet," Mark commented in a bitter tone, rolling his eyes before bringing his attention to the match that was going on.
Brandy looked up at Gregory, and he squeezed her shoulder, giving her a sympathetic smile. "As soon as you hear your theme music playing, that's when you walk out," a stagehand informed the two of them.
"Thanks Mike," Gregory replied, and brought his attention to the match as well. He could see that it was over, and that one of the wrestlers was walking up the ramp.
Once he walked through the curtain, Paul looked over at Gregory and said, "Good luck, man."
"Thanks," Gregory replied, and waited for the other wrestler to walk away from the ring as well. "You ready?" Gregory asked Brandy.
"I guess," she replied, linking her arm with his, and the two of them walked out from behind the curtain as soon as their song started playing. Holding their heads high, they made their way down to the ring. Walking up first, Brandy widened the ring ropes for Gregory to go through, and finally entered the ring as well.
Grabbing a microphone, Gregory started to speak. "I'm sure most of you don't know me, so let me introduce myself. My name is Gregory Masters, and this lovely young lady next to me is the sexy, the luscious Miss Brandy.
I've been keeping up with what's been going on here in the WWE, and it's pathetic at what you people consider "talent". Here's what I'm going to do about it. I'm opening a challenge to anyone back there who thinks they can beat me. I don't care how big you are, and I don't care how fast you are. I guarantee that I can whoop any one of your asses!" This got a loud boo from the crowd. "Come on, you guys. Scared? Afraid to get a beating in front of all these people?" Still, there was no response. Gregory was about to say something else, when Mark's music started playing. Brandy exited the ring, her heart beating wildly when he started making his way down to the ring. He had no idea what he did to her, even now when he hated her.
The match was going wonderfully. Everything was going just like they had planned, until it came to the part where Brandy was supposed to interfere. When she saw Gregory get the chokeslam, she knew this was it. Getting up onto the ring curtain, she started distracting the referee, keeping Mark from getting the win. Standing up, Mark walked over to them, arguing with the referee. Brandy started arguing as well, when he suddenly pushed her before going back to the match. When Brandy fell, her stomach hit the ring curtain hard, and she immediately felt an excruciating pain as she fell to the floor. Clutching her abdomen, Brandy cried out in pain as she curled into the fettle position.
Seeing she was seriously hurt, Gregory quickly let Mark get the win. Once Mark started making his way up the ramp, Gregory quickly slid out of the ring and knelt by Brandy. "Are you okay?" She shook her head, and Gregory lifted her into his arms, quickly heading up the ramp. "We need help!" Gregory called out as soon as they were behind the curtain.
A couple of the backstage hands rushed over to him. "What happened?" they asked.
"I don't know. All I know is she fell from the ring," Gregory replied.
"Where does it hurt, ma'am?" they asked. She pointed to her stomach as she bit back tears.
When Gregory felt something on his hand, he looked down and saw it was covered in blood. "She's bleeding," he suddenly said in a panicked voice.
"Let's get her to the hospital," the guy said, and led Gregory to the ambulance. As he rode with her to the hospital, he prayed it was nothing serious.
Glenn was having a beer with Mark and Kevin, when his phone started going off. "Hello?" he answered it.
"Glenn, it's Greg. I'm with Brandy at the hospital right now."
"Is everything okay?"
"No, it isn't. I was able to get into her room after about an hour of waiting, and she told me that…she had a miscarriage."
Glenn's eyes bugged out of his head. "A what?"
"You can ask Mark. During the match she fell from the ring, and I guess that's what did it."
"How is she doing?"
"Not too good. She's pretty torn up over this. They actually had to give her a sedative to get her to calm down. She finally fell asleep after about half an hour. She's been wanting to see you and Kevin."
"Okay, we'll be there in a minute," Glenn replied, and as soon as he hung up, he got out of his chair. "Come on Kevin, we need to go."
"Why?"
"I'll tell you why later, we need to go now," Glenn said.
"Whoa, wait a minute! Why are just you two going?" Mark demanded.
"Because it has to do with Brandy, and since you're too busy being with Stephanie instead of her, I figured you wouldn't care."
"Is she okay?"
"No, she's not. Thanks to your stunt earlier during your match, she had a miscarriage," Glenn replied hastily, and walked out of the bar, followed closely by Kevin.
Mark was shocked by this. Brandy had been pregnant? For how long? There was no way it could be Gregory's…so it had to be his. The mere thought of having a child floored Mark. Running a hand through his hair, Mark thought to himself, "I could have been a father…but it's because of me that I made her lose the baby." Feeling lower than the scum of the earth, Mark paid for his tab, and went back up to him room, where he would end up pacing back and forth in front of his bed for the rest of the evening.
"I can't believe it, Greg. The one thing I had left of Mark was taken away. The one thing I had wanted for years, and came so close to having…gone in an instant," Brandy said in a hurt-filled voice.
"I know it hurts, sweetheart. Me and Samantha had a couple of miscarriages as well. It's hard to deal with, but there's nothing you can do to bring that baby back," Gregory replied, taking her hand in his.
She looked up at him. "This isn't just about the baby. I've lost everything. I've lost the man I loved, and I've lost the child I could have had with him. Everything is falling apart," Brandy said as tears came to her eyes. "I have no reason to go on," she added in a quiet voice, and the tears started slowly falling down her cheeks.
"Oh, don't say that Brandy," Gregory replied as he pulled her into his arms. "Life isn't hopeless. You still have friends who care about you, and you work with people who adore you. Sure, a couple things have gone wrong. That doesn't mean you should just end everything. I personally couldn't take it if you were gone for good."
""You don't really mean it. Nobody cares about me!" Brandy sobbed, her hands clutching his shoulders. Gregory let out a silent sigh, his heart breaking for her. This was clearly tearing her apart.
As soon as Glenn and Kevin entered Brandy's room, they found Gregory holding her as she cried. He looked up at them and mouthed, "Wait a second." Seeing this was not a good time, the two of them walked back out, and waited by the door. "Brandy, sweetheart, Glenn and Kevin are here. Do you wanna see them, or would you rather wait until tomorrow?" Gregory asked as he gently pulled her away, wiping away the tears on her face.
She sniffed. "Yeah, I wanna see them now," she said in a thick voice.
"You sure?" he asked, smoothing her hair. She nodded, and he walked over to the door.
"How is she?" Glenn asked as soon as Gregory opened the door.
"Better, I guess. She's at least calm, which is an improvement from earlier," Gregory replied, and stepped aside to let them in.
As soon as Brandy saw Glenn walking toward her, she held her arms out to him. "Hey honey," he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed and took her in his arms. "I'm so sorry about all of this. I know you must be hurting pretty bad right about now."
"Thank you," Brandy whispered, squeezing him before letting him go. She then looked over at Kevin, and motioned him to come closer so she could give him a hug as well. It was nice seeing the both of them.
"I'm sorry to hear about all of this, little one," Kevin said as he hugged her back. "It would have been nice seeing a miniature you running around," he added, and got at least a bit of a smile out of her.
"That would have been nice, but I guess it wasn't in God's will," Brandy replied, looking down at her hands.
"Hey, come on. Don't let this get to you. Yeah, it's tragic, but you can't do anything to change it now," Kevin said, hoping to lift her spirits.
"You know what would really make me feel better?" Brandy asked, looking at all three of them.
"What's that?" Glenn replied.
"I wish Mark were here right now, feeling just as upset about this as I do. After all…this was just as much his child as it was mine," she said, her gaze once more falling down.
"Do you want me to call him?" Glenn offered.
"No, don't do that. He would never show up, so it's pointless to bother."
"Brandy, have a little faith in him. Sure, he's been a real dick here lately, but I would assume that he would at least have the decency to be with the mother of his lost child."
Brandy sighed. "Yeah, I know. To be honest, I really don't know if I can handle seeing him now, especially if he would have Stephanie with him."
Glenn ran a hand through her hair. "I understand. If you ever want to change your mind, just let me know, okay?"
Brandy smiled at him and nodded. Just then, a nurse walked in. "I hate to do this, but you fella's are going to have to head on out. Miss Daniels needs her rest, and visiting hours are almost up," she said as she checked Brandy's heart rate and whatnot.
"Yeah, we better get going anyway," Glenn said, and gave Brandy a hug. "We'll come see you again tomorrow, alright?"
"Okay," she replied, and gave the other two a hug as well. Once everyone was gone, she laid there in bed, trying to fall asleep, but with a million things running through her mind, rest was far from coming.