Hello, my loves! Yes, I'm already back with the next chapter in this ode to our favorite Chosen One! I managed to write this chapter in one day. The Drew and Dawn characters have inspired me. I hope you feel like it's as beautiful and sad of a story as I do. As always, love to my girls GoldenGirl1920, ClaymoreQueen6176, wwechristina and HavenMoon1369 for all your support and feedback!

OK, another slight skip ahead in the timeline to TLC 2009. A major milestone for our Chosen One, followed by the biggest mistake of his life. How will Dawn react to all of this? Will their stubbornness doom them both? Let's find out! Enjoy!

PSA: I do not own any of the wrestlers or their personas. They belong to the WWE and themselves. I own the character of Dawn and that is all.

December 13, 2009

AT&T Center - San Antonio, Texas

"…Oh, a simple complication. Miscommunications lead to fall-out. So many things that I wish you knew. So many walls up I can't break through. Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking and I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah? I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now. Next chapter…" Taylor Swift (The Story Of Us)

Dawn POV

I can't believe it. He actually did it! I'm standing right outside gorilla position with Mickie James getting ready for our title match. They're actually giving us seven minutes. So generous (eyeroll). But we're watching the monitor and just witnessed Drew defeat John Morrison to win the Intercontinental Championship. I hear that goddamn rancorous bitch squealing about her Drewy but I'm blocking that out.

Watching Drew' meteoric rise from a distance these past few months has been something to behold. Vince even went out on Smackdown and anointed him the "Chosen One". I observed Drew in gorilla during the promo, once again keeping my space away from him. I could tell he was somewhat rattled by everything Vince said about him, no matter how cocky his strut was when he walked out to the crowd. It's so strange, but I'm still so in tune with everything he's feeling and thinking.

I really need to stop this. I shouldn't even give a shit about what he does. But I can't shake how proud I am of him. He's showing all that potential and talent, and it's really paying off for him. Of course, I completely no sell whenever I'm near him. Like it doesn't affect me. Like it doesn't rip my heart outta my chest whenever I see him, especially with that fucking hussy.

Dave is here but is in a terrible mood. He has his chairs match with Undertaker later and he made it clear he doesn't want to do anything with me afterwards and has chartered a flight back home to Tampa right after the show. Something has been bugging him lately. Since Vince lambasted him for blading at Great American Bash last year, he seems to slowly be disconnecting himself from the business and, by extension, me. He's still a very kind and incredible lover, but his moods seem to swing often.

Being with him when we're in a group setting with the locker room has been sort of my security blanket for my love for Drew. Whenever he's around, I can just relax and not think about that little talented bastard that broke my heart. With him not sticking around and, in fact, flying out right after his match, not so much. I'll have to find something to occupy my time after the show.

It sounds like the whole crew is going to Applebees after the show and then to a club for karaoke and dancing. Yuck! I call it Crapplebees for a reason, but that will definitely take my mind off him. I love to sing and dance and act a fool with the guys and girls. R-Truth and Luke Gallows will be there. They're always a hoot to be around.

For my 22nd birthday last month, Luke took to the karaoke stage at the party the locker room threw for me and belted out "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" is his signature no-singing style. I have to laugh because it was truly a moment to remember! John Morrison did some strange "strip tease" and lap dance as everyone cheered and laughed. Not that I minded…John is HOT!

Melina didn't seem to like it too much. But they are on one of their famous dramatic breaks, so they're not even together. John seems to thinks this one is permanent. The only other ones that seemed to have a problem with it was Drew and his bimbo. Both had scowls on their faces the whole time. Not sure who the fuck invited them to my birthday party anyway, but I damn sure was not gonna let them ruin my night AGAIN.

Last year for my 21st birthday, we happened to be in my hometown of Charlotte for a house show. I got to do a mixed tag match with Matt Hardy and Michelle McCool vs me and…JEFF FREAKING HARDY! I became close with him and Matt backstage immediately after my call up to Smackdown and was welcomed into the Carolina Crew. The three of us and Shane Helms have formed a nice little NC family.

That night, at the end of the match, Jeff tagged me in and let ME do the swanton bomb onto Matt and pick up the pin! Are you freaking kidding me?! Then, as if my bucket list in life wasn't already complete, he had me do his "juke" dance with him in the middle of the ring as No More Words played! He left WWE right after SummerSlam. He was having substance issues, and yes, he was unreliable at times. But I miss him terribly at the shows. Punk and I are close, but let's face it, he's kind of a wet blanket to be at the clubs with after the show.

Back to present thought and getting ready for my match, Mickie sees me looking at the monitor. I guess she sees through my façade when it comes to Drew. She and I have become close. She, like Nattie, know all about what happened with Drew and Taryn. I feel awful for what this company is doing to her right now with the "Piggy James'" bullshit. Show me where on this gorgeous woman is she supposed to be fat! Plus, this storyline is gonna affect the outcome of our match and that really pisses me off.

She puts her arms around the back of my neck and whispers, "I'm so sorry, honey."

I smile and shrug, "I'm OK. He chose this. I'm not dwelling on what I can't control. I'll see you out there. Let's kick some ass!"

She high fives me just as Drew comes back through the curtain after his match. Sheamus, who is getting ready to have his own big title match with John Cena right after mine, is the first one to hug him. I hear him tell Drew, "Ya did it, ya freaking muppet! I'm proud of ya!"

Drew flashes that goddamn dimpled smile and says, "Thank ya, brother. Now it's yer turn!"

Just as I get ready to take my place in gorilla, my green eyes make the tragic mistake of locking with those blues that I used to get lost in. And goddamn it, it's happening again. For a few seconds, even though it feels like years, it's like the rest of the world has disappeared and it's only the two of us standing there. I convey wordlessly with only a look that I'm so incredibly proud of him. And it's like he reciprocates his appreciation. Oh god, he's getting ready to say something to me…

Drew POV

I just won mah first major championship in WWE. My lifelong dream. Everything I've ever worked fer since I was 15 years old. And all I wanna do is drop ta mah knees and present this title ta Dawn, tell her that I love her more than anything and kiss those beautiful full red lips again. I've been dying ta do just that since our last kiss that shitty night.

I could be wrong, but is that pride and love in her eyes fer me? She hasn't looked at me like this since that night! She's barely looked or talked ta me at all since the night I re-debuted almost four months ago. Four months of fucking torture seeing her every week fer Smackdown and house show and not being able ta touch her, ta make love ta her again, or just ta her hear her voice say something ta me with any warmth.

I'm getting ready ta tell her what's in mah heart, that I love her and that I still carry tha ring I was gonna give her at Wrestlemania in mah pants pocket everywhere I go sa I can ask her ta marry me if she ever found it in her heart ta take me back. I wanna drop ta mah knees and beg her fergiveness and let her know that I found out fer sure that Taryn drugged me that night. I found that out in one of her drunken rages that saw her launch a beer bottle towards mah head.

But as I'm getting ready ta confess my undying adoration of her…GODDAMN IT! Taryn has jumped up with her legs wrapped around mah waist and screaming, "Oh Drewy baby! You did it! You're the champ! You're MY champ!"

She kisses me deeply right in front of Dawn, who has now turned her back on me and left fer her match. Motherfucker! This bitch has ruined everything! Wait, what's this taste on her tongue? It's weird! It's got a strange tang and her breath smells gross. I don't even know where she came from. It's like she just materialized from that broom closet er something.

Not far behind her is John Laurinitis. Good ol Johnny Ace that signed me ta WWE that day in England. He took a walk with me and told more in his raspy voice, "Drew, "I'm thinking about signing you." Being cocky yet excited as hell at the same time, I said, "Johnny, I'm thinking about letting ya." He signed me, Sheamus, Stu and Pierre Marceau, my other Foreign Legion stablemate from Irish Whip, the same day.

Johnny shakes mah hand and says, "So proud of you, kid! You did good!"

I thank him, but notice his eyes are trained behind me. I look ta see what he's gawking at, and of course, it's Dawn and her luscious ass in her red hot pants getting ready fer her title match. He excuses himself as Taryn continues ta paw at me. I see him leering at Dawn as he's giving her a "pep talk". She looks uncomfortable as hell. It's not tha first time I've caught him lusting over her. Perv!

I'm trying ta watch Dawn's match in tha monitor now that tramp has scampered off with her new buddy, Nikki Bella. Goddamn, Dawn looks incredible. She and Mickie are putting on one helluva match! But as per usual, the ladies aren't allowed ta shine even after being allowed a little more than five minutes.

They just had LayCool interfere while Dawn was down and out. They clocked Mickie in tha back of tha head, stunning her. Dawn didn't see it and took advantage, landing tha Red Hot and getting tha pin. As she checks on Mickie, they attack both of them setting up a new angle. As she came back through tha curtain, I tell Dawn, "Great job!" She just averted her eyes away from me and walked away. Fucking Taryn destroyed everything again!

Bonham Exchange - Downtown San Antonio

Now we're at this club and I'm fucking living it up! I'm drinking anything and everything in sight! Why the fuck not? I'm Intercontinental Champ, baby! And Sheamus defeated John Cena and is now WWE Champion! Not ta bad fer two idgits from across tha pond living their dream. We went ta Applebees earlier. Randy Orton ribbed me and told me ta wear mah title ta tha restaurant. Prick! But fuck it, I wore this shiny bastard with pride.

I'm enjoying mahself when I look out at tha dance floor and see Dawn in tha group. The girls are around her and so are tha guys. They look like fucking sharks in tha water. Especially goddamn Dolph. He's always looking at her like she's a meal (bacause she is, damn it). But he started dating Nikki Bella recently, sa why is he still lusting over Dawn? I totally get it. What tha fuck am I doing right now?

I've been forced ta go on double dates with Nikki and Dolph since she and Taryn have become frenemies. I really don't think any of tha girls truly like Taryn. I don't blame them. She's fake as hell and talked shit about all of them behind their backs. Dawn gets the big piece of her wrath, of course. All these dates have been dull as hell and I wanna be anywhere else. Anywhere else with Dawn.

Tha way she's moving that sexy body ta "I Like It" is giving me the most raging hard on of mah life! That super short royal blue strapless dress and those heels setting those legs off perfectly. Jesus Christ, I remember how every curve on her felt under mah fingertips. Her skin was always sa soft. My tongue can still taste that sweet saltiness of her essence. I loved having it on mah face.

What I wouldn't give ta put mah mouth all over those beautiful and natural tits again, or be inside that tight hot pussy. I need ta here that sweet voice gasping out sighs as I fuck her inta oblivion. Oh thank FUCK they switched over ta karaoke! I couldn't take those fucking jackals drooling all over her any longer er mah own thoughts of her.

Dawn POV

Oh god! Here we go! Mickie is yelling, "Dawn, get up there and sing! I did the last one. Go belt it out for us, Red!"

Great! Now everyone is egging me on! "OK fine! I'll go! Animals!"

Nothing like peer pressure to assist in making a fool of yourself. I wanna sing a Taylor Swift song. I'm loving the song "Enchanted" off the new Speak Now album. But as I'm walking to the KJ, I catch sight of Drew at the bar with Sheamus. It takes me back to that first evening from OVW standing outside my old Jeep that's since been replaced with my candy apple red 1965 Mustang: "Ya look enchanting, mo ghraidh." "Well, I guess that means I'm enchanted to meet you again, Mr. Galloway."

But I shake that moment of pure love out of my head when I see old Mattress Back step between his legs and kiss him. Now I'm seething, but I'll be goddamn if I allow it to show. I can express how fucking hurt and angry I am in a song and just play it off as singing. And I know just the one…

I grab the microphone and take a deep breath. Time to unleash this fury that's been building up for almost two years and just finally let it go. Maybe. Hopefully. I don't even look at the monitor. I know this song like the back of my hand, what I'd love to give to that bitch until the bleach flies off her nasty head. I make sure Drew is looking right into my eyes when I start singing:

"I want you to know that I'm happy for you. I wish nothing but the best for you both. An older version of me, is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theatre? (and anyone else) Does she speak eloquently? And would she have your baby? I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother. 'Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no! And every time you speak her name does she know how you told me you'd hold me until you died? 'Til you died, but you're still alive! And I'm here, to remind you of the mess you left when you went away! It's not fair, to deny me of the cross I bear that you gave to me! You, you, you oughta know!"

But the words I make goddamn sure he feels as I spit them out: "But it was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced and are you thinking of me when you fuck her?" Oh, I know you are, bitch! I can see it in those fucking gorgeous blue eyes that you're always thinking of me. But these lyrics let him know how bad he hurt me: "'Cause the joke that you made in the bed that was me and I'm not gonna fade as soon as you close your eyes! And you know it! And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back I hope you feel it! WELL, CAN YOU FEEL IT?"

As I finish up the song and calmly walk off the stage, Nic gets my attention, "Red, what the hell was that? Can you be more obvious that you're pining for Drew?"

I shrug, "I don't know what you mean. All I did was sing a song, just like I was asked to do." I look over at a stunned Mickie and yell, "Hey girl, let's go get another round!" Leaving a stunned Nic in my nonchalant wake, you're goddamn right I'm no selling this shit!

Drew POV

I'm pretty sure mah jaw is on tha floor. Sa that's how she feels. She's never gonna fergive me. Ever. I feel this stabbing fucking pain in mah heart again. Sheamus is trying ta talk ta me but I don't hear a fucking word he's saying. The only sound on mah head is mah heart breaking in a million pieces. That's it, we're officially done fer. No coming back from this ever.

I look at Taryn as I see Dawn and Mickie approaching. My only conscious thought is ta hurt Dawn Chapman as much as possible in that moment. As bad as she hurt me if not worse. If I'm gonna be fucking miserable, I'm taking her down that fucking ship with me and praying she drowns in tha same fucking agony she put me in!

As she stands by tha bar waiting fer her drink, I drop ta one knee in front of Taryn. She's giggling and screeching, "Oh my god! Drewy baby, what you doing?"

Making sure Dawn hears and sees everything, and now with the rest of the present roster now circling us, I pull tha ring outta mah pocket. The ring that I was sapposed ta give Dawn the night right after Wrestlemania. Tha two carat diamond with tha sliver band that was made ta fit her ring finger perfectly. Taryn is jumping up and down. Dawn is standing there with no reaction on her face.

I show the ring up ta her and say as loud as possible, "Taryn Nicole Terrell, will ya marry me?"

Tha high pitched shriek that comes out of her damn mouth is louder than tha fucking music when she does this fake cry bullshit, "Yes! Yes, my Drewy baby! I'll be your wife!"

I try ta place tha ring on her finger with tha biggest fake smile I've ever produced, but it won't go all tha way up. My heart, brain and conscience are screaming at me in tandem, "Because it's not fucking made fer her, ya bloody idgit! What tha fuck are ya doing?" But that's it. It's done. I'm an engaged man. What tha hell did I just get mahself inta, and what will Mum haveta say about this?

Taryn screws her face looking at tha ring and says, "Well, this starter ring will be OK for now. But we can have it sized tomorrow! I love it, my Drewy baby!" The gals are giving surprised congratulations ta her.

Even though all the boys are patting me on tha back, Sheamus turns me around by mah shoulder and ushers me ta tha side. He rails at me, "Ya bloody fool! What tha fook are ya doing? Ya know damn well ya don't wanna do this!"

Even though I know he can sense tha truth, I'm defiant as I say, "I'm proposing ta mah girlfriend. And she said yes."

Sheamus shakes his head, "Yer a bleeding idiot! Ya know damn well she ain't tha one fer ya, Drew. Ya know Dawn ain't outta yer system. And that was her ring!"

I sniff and shrug, "It doesn't matter, mate. She's made it clear that she's over me. I'm moving on just like she has." But as I say this, I catch glances with those emerald eyes. And I see nothing. No hurt, pain, loss. No feeling of any kind. I may've just destroyed mah future fer nothing.

Dawn POV

After witnessing that shit show, I order another Cape Codder and step away from the scene of the tragedy. He's really gonna marry that walking barely talking ad for STD prevention? Well, that's on him. Mickie rushed to me, as did Layla El and Michelle McCool. They keep asking me if I'm OK, keep saying they knew that hurt to watch, blah blah blah.

I put my hands up and say, "Girls, I love you all but I'm fine. He's made his choice and I've made mine. Seriously, I'm fine. I'm gonna go get some fresh air."

On my way out of the club, of course Nic tries to comfort me. But I dodge him. I don't need a fucking "I told you so" from him. I finally made it to the lobby to try and catch my breath. But I should've known that was a huge mistake. The moment I have remote calm, I feel the hot tears pool in my eyes begging for me to blink and release them. I won't give that fuck the satisfaction!

Just when I'm about to scream bloody murder, a familiar friendly voice instantly soothes me, "Hey there, Red. Your match was awesome tonight. And I just saw what happened. Are you OK?"

I turn around and standing there, looking fine as hell in black button up shirt and slack, is one John Morrison. Or Johnny Nitro. Or John Hennigan. One of the most underrated talents in this company. Either way, with beautiful flowing long brown hair and sweet smile, his cool and soothing presence is very much needed by me right now.

I nod and say, "Yeah, I guess so. Not feeling like much of a partying mood now."

He grins, "Yeah, I get it. Every time Melina and I have broken up and she's started fucking other guys, it stings. I know what you're going through. It's sucks but you'll be fine."

I give him a genuine smile, "Thank you, John. For the record, I never approved of the way she's treated you."

He folds his super well toned and tanned arms in front of his chest and says, "Eh, I'm used to it. Feel sorry for me later. I have the hotel room next to the happy couple tonight. I doubt I'll get any sleep."

I wrinkle my nose, "Ew! I'm sorry!"

We both have a laugh about this, but he stops suddenly and say, "Red…Dawn, Red Dawn. Damn." I cock my eyebrow at this lame but charming attempt at a joke. But then he floors me with this, "Confession time. I've had a thing for you since I watched you train in OVW. I know you're still in love with Drew, whether you want to admit it or not, and you have Dave. I'm still in love with Melina as well. But I've always wondered what it would be like to have one night with you."

My eyes are probably wide as saucers. He probably thinks I'm easy, but despite the rumors that Tart Slut Tiffany tries to spread about me, I've only slept with three men in my entire life: Drew, Dave and Trent. Of course I find John super attractive, but I had never thought of him in that way. Until now. It could be the alcohol, the pain I feel after watching Drew commit himself to that skanky millstone for the rest of his life, or a combination of both. But right now, I need a good numbing. I need a release.

And as I see Drew and Taryn leave together arm in arm, assuming they're heading to the hotel, my clouded brain gives in to what I know is wrong as hell. But it's gonna feel so damn good! I close the distance between John and I and bite my lower lip, "Well, maybe tonight is the night to find out."

Hotel Gibbs Downtown Riverwalk

Drew POV

Taryn and I were kissing and touching all the way up the elevator. I just don't give a fuck anymore. I'm fucking horny as hell despite making tha biggest mistake of mah life and I'm gonna pound tha fuck outta my new fiancé tanite, goddamn it. I took a picture of us with tha ring and sent it ta Mum, Dad and John. They're not happy at all, especially Mum. Lots of curse words and exclamation points. I fully expected and deserve that reaction.

As we reach our hotel room door, Morrison comes off tha other elevator like the force of nature he is. He sweeps in and says, "Hey there, Drew. Great match tonight and congratulations on the engagement."

I say, as Taryn obnoxiously shows off her ring, "Thank ya, mate. Ya turned in early?"

He smirks and looks quite smug, "Oh yeah. I have damn good reason to as well. Enjoy that title because I'll be coming back after it. But right now, I'm waiting on my company for the night."

Taryn says hopefully, "Oh yeah? You and Melina made up?"

John chuckles, "No, that's never happening again. I…Ah, here she is."

I look at the opening elevator and my fucking heart drops ta tha floor and shatters. Dawn steps off looking like everything that's been in all mah wet dreams since 2007. Ya gotta be fucking kidding me! She goes over to John and slides her hands around his waist from behind and purrs at him, "I'm ready whenever you are."

John has tha fucking balls ta wink at us and opens his room door, "Baby, I've been ready for this for years. You guys have fun tonight. I know we will." Dawn steps through the door first and pulls John in by his collar. Just like she did to me at her apartment in Kentucky our first night tagather. Fuck!

I can't fucking balieve this shit! Taryn is in tha bathroom crying. I haven't been able ta fuck her at all. Bacause of those loud ass animal noises next door! What tha fuck is Morrison doing ta her in there? They've been fucking nonstop fer tha last two goddamn hours! Dawn's screams, cries and moans are getting louder and sounding more pleasurable. I should be shagging mah fiancé now. Of course, it should be Dawn under me. I hate mah fucking life right now!

Another Hour Later

Dawn POV

Shit! How am I able ta walk after that? That was the wildest, most athletic sex I've ever had. John Morrison turned my ass out and every which way but loose! How in the hell did Melina ever cheat on this man? Like, Dave is incredible and all. But John got me in so many positions I didn't even think was remotely possible.

As I open the door, he gives me another deep kiss. He smiles as he pulls away, "You really are something special, Red. I had the time of my life and I owe it all to you."

I chortle at this movie reference. I cup his cheek in my hand, "You really are a sweetheart. Thank you for making a shitty night a lot brighter."

John sheepishly says, "If it's any consolation, Drew was a fool to let you go."

I smile at him and nod, "Well, it's his loss. Just like it is Melina's. Goodnight, my friend."

He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, "Goodnight, beautiful."

I let the door close and turn around to see the last face I wanted to see staring back at me. Those blue eyes, once so full of love and mirth, are now blazing with anger and hurt. He practically sneers at me and says with what seems like a simmering rage, "Did ya have fun? Sounds like ya did."

I stand there, bold and steadfast praying my resolve doesn't crumble, "I had a blast. Thank you for asking."

I start to walk away, but Drew grabs my hand and pulls me back to him, "I wanna talk ta ya now. How dare you fuck him!"

I yank my hand away from his grasp and rage at him with an icy stare, "Well, I don't wanna talk to you, Drew. I want you to leave me the hell alone. And who the FUCK are YOU to pass judgment on me? I'm no longer yours. I haven't been with you for well over a year. You made that perfectly fucking clear when you screwed that fucking strumpet and humiliated me! Besides, why do you give a damn what and who I do? You're now engaged to the love of your life! Congratu-fucking-lations!" I hope my dripping sarcasm leaves a stain on the carpet!

He looks at me, his expression suddenly changing to stricken and on the verge of tears, "I never said she was tha love of mah life. You'll always be mine."

This revelation leaves me frozen to the spot. Why did he say that? Why are we so intent on hurting each other beyond repair? How did we get to this terrible point? All I wanna do know is throw my arms around him and cry. I wanna tell him that I am still his and I always will be. But my pride won't let me do what my heart is longing to do.

I put on my coldest, I-don't-give-a-fuck look and shrug, "You just chained yourself to a woman you don't love for the rest of your life? That really sucks for you. Good luck with that."

I walk away and leave him standing there stewing in his own unhappiness. I reach the elevator and thanking every deity possible the door opens right away. I step in and I swear the last thing I hear before the door shuts is a desperate cry, "Mo ghraidh…" That starts the floodgates as the tears finally flow fast, my chest heaving in deep sobs as I ascend to my floor. God, give me the strength to eventually forget how much I love him!