"HOLY SHIT!"

The crowd of wrestlers, Divas and other WWE staff gathered around the television all held their breathe for a moment as The Undertaker started to stir around after diving over the top rope and landing with a hard thud.

Jeff bit down onto his lip and tried to control the urge to get up and go check on him. The crowd of people watched as a couple of men came back through the hallway after checking on Mark. With eyes glued to him, the man made his way closer to the group and spoke up.

"He's fine," as soon as the words left his mouth, the group all let out a breath none of them knew they were holding. "the medic says he'll have to check him again after the match, but it didn't look like there was anything wrong."

Jeff turned to Matt, "should they really be taking a chance? That was a nasty bump."

"They know what they're checking for, Jeff. And Mark would be able to tell if something was wrong." Matt reassured his brother.

After nodding and continuing to bite down on his lip, Jeff and Matt turned back to the screen and continued to watch the match.

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"Amazing!" said Adam, speaking what everyone else was thinking.

"I can't believe they pulled off a match like that, especially after that sick bump that Taker took." Phil added.

Randy uttered, "what's the point of going on after that? They nailed it."

"I'm glad I wasn't the main event this time around. You guys are going to get an ear full if you're not up to the bar they just raised." Jericho pointed out, laughing.

Randy, Paul, John and Adam laughed and nodded in agreement.

While everyone talked about what a great match Shawn and Mark had given, Jeff jogged over to the where Mark and Shawn would soon be coming through. Shawn came through the door first.

"Hey. You okay?" Jeff asked. Shawn was breathing heavy and just nodded his answer. "That was a some match, Shawn. You guys did great."

"Thanks, Jeff." Shawn leaned against the wall, "he said he was fine. I believe him. He's not dumb enough to continue if he wasn't." A couple of the medics ushered Shawn through the hall where they could check on him.

Jeff waited another couple of minutes before Mark stumbled through the entrance.

"Mark!" Jeff rushed to his side and helped him.

Mark took a deep breath and held up his hands telling the waiting medics to wait a minute, "was it a good match?" he asked.

Jeff shook his head, "Mark, come on, you need to get checked out. That dive was crazy."

"I will. I will. But was it a good match?" he asked again.

"Yes. It was amazing." Jeff answered.

Mark nodded his head and looked over at the medics again. "Great."

The medics helped him into the same room they took Shawn to. Jeff followed behind them and waited outside the door while the two men were looked at.

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"Shawn." Mark said when he entered the room, giving him a slight smile.

Shawn laughed, "Mark, you must be the luckiest man on earth today, you know that?"

This time, Mark laughed, "yeah, I think so." Mark winced as the medic rotated his neck. "Sounds like we put on one hell of a match."

"Yeah, seems like it." Shawn looked at his friend as he hopped off of the table he was on, "you going to be alright?"

Mark smirked, "I just defeated Mr. Wrestlemania, i'm feeling pretty good."

"I'm serious, Mark." Shawn said.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine." Mark answered him.

Shawn hugged his friend and walked out of the room; startled when Jeff sprang up in front of him.

"He'll be out soon, kid." Shawn said he patted Jeff on the back and walked towards his dressing room.

After almost ten grueling minutes, Jeff felt someone ruffling his hair. He looked up and smiled at seeing Mark staring back at him.

"Finally. Are you going to be okay?" he said noticing the tape around his ribs.

"I told you, kid, I'll be fine, alright? Now quit asking me that and help me get to my locker room, will you?" Jeff sighed and let Mark lean some of his weight against him so that they could walk to his room.

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With Wrestlemania weekend officially behind them, Mark and Jeff collapsed onto their beds and quickly passed out from exhaustion. Everyone was tired after the huge show and although they all had a great time at the mandatory after party, all anyone wanted to do was sleep.

Jeff woke up at noon the next morning, thankful that he wasn't going to be needed for Raw. He looked over at the other bed and saw Mark was still sleeping. He quietly got up and headed for the bathroom for a more-than needed soak.

After twenty minutes Jeff finally climbed out and dressed himself. He quietly opened the door and walked out to see Mark sitting up in his bed, head tilted back and resting against the backboard.

"About time, I was ready to call a lifeguard to pull you out of there." Mark said, spooking Jeff as he was walking to his suitcase.

"You should have just hollered, I would have cut it short if you needed in." Jeff said.

Mark cracked his eyes open to see Jeff plopping back down on his bed, "No, i'm sure you needed it after that match last night."

"Ha! If anyone needed a soak after their match, it's you." Jeff replied. "How are you feeling?"

Mark huffed at the question, "like I almost broke my neck diving out of the ring."

"Yeah, that was pretty scary."

Mark looked away from Jeff and just nodded.

"I'm serious Mark. Scared the shit out of all of us. I about ran out there myself. What were you thinking?" Mark turned back to Jeff to respond, but Jeff just continued. "I know it's something you can do perfectly a million times and get it wrong that next time, but Mark, let's be serious about this, you're not.... maybe before you could do this, but... I don't know, Mark. Just promise you won't do it again. We were all a wreck watching you." Jeff hadn't realized that his voice was much louder than he intended it to be.

He couldn't help but be angry and upset over what had happened. Of course it wasn't Mark's fault. It was an accident, but to Jeff, he had no business going out there and wrestling like he was twenty years old.

"I'm not, what? Maybe before, what? What do you mean, Jeff? I'm not as young or as good as I once was? I scared you. I scared you and all the guys in the back?" Mark asked, his own voice rising. Mark shook his head at thinking how absurd it was for Jeff, Jeff, of all people, to tell him how to be safe in the ring. "I know what happened out there could have been really serious. The first thing I thought about when I landed was how worried my kids and my family were going to be. I knew I was okay, but I know how bad it could have been. You, of all people, don't need to tell me how to be safe in the ring and know the limits of my body."

At the mention of his family, Mark saw the flash of both sadness and anger in Jeff's eyes.

"Mark, that isn't what I meant. I just don't think that you should be trying to do stunts like that anymore. Who do you have anything to prove to? No one." Jeff pointed out, standing up to loom over Mark.

Mark straightened up and stood to meet Jeff, "I know i'm not a young buck anymore. I know I don't move around like I used to. You don't need to tell me that. I know how old I am. I know what my body can do." Mark took a step forward, causing Jeff to take a step back. "I need to prove to myself that I can still do it. Shawn and I needed to prove, not just to the boys in the back, but to ourselves, that we still had it in us to put on a great match."

"And you did, Mark. Congratulations. You had a fantastic match. Maybe next time you can be a little less selfish and stop worrying about how you look compared to the other guys, and worry more about what you're putting your family through. Maybe you should think of them instead of yourself and your career." Jeff spat. His anger boiling over more than he realized.

Mark's brows furrowed in anger, confusion and hurt.

"How dare you imply that I'm not thinking of my family each and every time I go out there." Mark said, pushing past Jeff to his bag sitting on the table, pulling clothes out.

Jeff walked up to Mark and forced him around to meet his glare, pretending to not notice the flinch Mark made as his still-sore body was turned around by the smaller man.

"After I sat there during your match, after that bump, worried sick that you were hurt more than you were actually letting on, how dare you throw your family in my face like that." Jeff punctuated all of his emotions with a hard slap to Mark's face.

Okay, it's been FOREVER since i've updated this story, i'm really sorry. I got a message from Slashdlite asking me about this story and if I was going to continue it. Well, it served as an inspiration to finish up another chapter. THANK YOU! I really hope you enjoy this update and I really hope to hear from you all via REVIEWS! Let me know what you think, I wanna hear! Still not totally sure where I'm going with this, but I'm sure it'll come to me sooner or (hopefully not too much) later.

Also, I was thinking of writing a one shot with possibly, my all-time favorite pairing: Taker and Edge. Mhm. I said it. Rated R.I.P.! Also, if you know of any Taker/Swagger(never done, I don't think), Taker/Orton, Taker/Edge fics, please let me know! =]

Alright, that's enough from me. Now go REVIEW! Thanks!

-FortheLoveofWrestling