Hello, my loves! I told you I was inspired! I'm back with another new chapter in my ode to The Chosen One and oh, is it a doozy! Who doesn't love a good wrestling wedding? They always end so happy! LOL! As always, love to my girls GoldenGirl1920, ClaymoreQueen6176, wwechristina and HavenMoon1369 for all your support and feedback, and to anyone else who has been enjoying any of my stories!

OK, at a month later and you know what that means. A party is happening in Las Vegas. But are Drew and Dawn having the time of their lives? Let's find out what happen the night before the Wedding From Hell! 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.

April 30, 2010

The Flamingo Hotel - Las Vegas, Nevada

"…Stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had. But I still mean every word I said to you. He will try to take away my pain and he just might make me smile. But the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead…" Taylor Swift (Haunted)

Drew POV

I still can't believe this is really happening. I feel like I'm in some weird fucking nightmare I can't wake up from. I'm here at this party the night bafer the biggest disaster, I mean, day of mah life. Tamarra in tha Garden Chapel of this hotel, I marry Taryn Terrell. How tha hell did I wind up here? Ya got yerself inta this fucking mess, ya bloody muppet!

Just as she wanted, tha entire fucking WWE roster has been flown in fer this, the Smackdown roster from Hershey, Pennsylvania where we taped last night. Her parents have rented out Bugsy's Bar fer this damn party. I haveta admit, it's pretty cool. The old Vegas atmosphere complete with tha music playing of the singers that frequented Vegas in tha 1950s and 1960s is pretty awesome. Too bad it's fer this shit.

Taryn wanted ta make goddamn sure everyone witnessed this. Her Mum and Dad are actually nice people. Not sure how she turned out ta be such a manipulative, volatile bitch. They met Mum and Dad yesterday here as they waited on us ta fly in. They seem ta get along fine. But they both and mah brother, John, make sure ta still let me know that I'm making tha biggest mistake of mah life, like I haven't figured that out. But I don't have tha heart ta tell all the details of why I haveta go through with this.

Everyone from WWE has started ta arrive. Sheamus and Stu, now branded as Wade Barrett in what is now NXT since FCW folded, have found me. I can see it in their eyes. While everyone else is shaking mah hand and patting me on tha back fer nailing down a Playboy Playmate Diva, mah brothers know mah struggles. Mah best mate in Scotland, Leigh Grieg, but known in ICW as Jack Jester, told me bluntly that he wasn't coming and that "I can't stand tha cunt. Get back tagather with Dawn, ya fucking wanker."

Sheamus shakes his head, "I just talked ta Ma Angela. Mate, she's sa fooking worried about ya."

I sigh in frustration, "I know, brother. I'm trying ta not stress her out given her condition. Ya should've heard tha tantrum Taryn pitched when Mum flat out told her that Dawn is still her favorite."

Wade laughed, "Fuck, I wish I could've been there."

Mah smile fades quickly, "Aye, well it didn't go ta well fer me after."

I see tha looks they're exchanging with each other. They're tha only ones that know tha hell I've been living in since… Fuck! Dawn just walked in! Why is she here? Bacause Johnny Ace made it mandatory fer tha Smackdown roster, ya idgit! I'm still not understanding why he is sa accommodating ta Taryn. It's not like she ever drew money fer tha company.

But Christ, why does Dawn have ta look sa goddamn beautiful? That long curly red hair piled on top of her head. Those full red lips, tha ones I should be kissing tamarra after mah vows. That luscious body wrapped in that short, tiny red dress with tha neckline plunging sa low, I could easily have mah mouth on those big tits in a heartbeat.

Wait, is she with… Nah! Motherfucker! She's on a date with fucking Dolph Ziggler? I had heard she and Batista had broken up, but now she's with him? Oh wait, sa that's her plan. She's gonna piss off Taryn by looking way hotter than her and make me jealous as hell by showing up with him! Well, she's gonna succeed on tha first one. I can see Taryn foaming at tha mouth as she's talking ta Rosa Mendes now.

But the other part, I'm not giving her tha fucking satisfaction! OK goddamn it, I'm lying ta mahself! Why him of all people? I know he's gotta be loving this! Nicky Boy has done nothing but lust over her since OVW. I guess he finally got his wildest dreams ta come true. Little fucker! I don't trust him at all. I caught him and Taryn whispering ta each other at tha Smackdown taping last night. They said it was just about the show. I strongly suspect it's about more.

Sheamus sees mah reaction ta all of this and rolls his eyes, "Ah fer fook's sake, Drew! Go be with tha gal ya love! Stop this bullshit! Ya don't haveta go through this, mate!"

Stu pleading with me, "Drew, please. Don't do this. Go get the girl you love!"

But right now, all I can do is just stare at her as she walks over to me on Dolph's arm. I swear ta Christ I'm gonna be fucking sick! She not looking at me again. I doubt she'll even talk. Even after our close encounter at Wrestlemania, she's still treating me like a stranger. I wanna think it's bacause she still loves me, and it hurts her ta be close ta me, but I'm sure that's a pipe dream.

Dolph is approaching me with her, and of course Taryn is running up, practically knocking Sheamus and Wade down, ta hug me. Fer fuck's sake, have some dignity! He extends his hand ta me and says, "Drew, my man! Congratulations! You got yourself a great girl. Don't let her go!"

I shake it and say, "Thanks, mate." But internally I'm screaming, "Ya fucking prick! Ya just want Dawn fer yerself. Ya know know goddamn well Taryn is rotten ta tha fucking core. Asshole, stay away from mah girl!"

Taryn giggles and throws her arms around Dolph's neck, "Aw! Thank you so much for everything, Nicky!" As she jumps up and down squealing, she looks over at a most disinterested Dawn, who keeps looking around at everywhere else but at me. Taryn plasters on her fakest smile and says, "Dawn, I'm so glad you came! What are you looking for?"

Dawn glares at her and gives her most sarcastic answer, "Other than the exit, I'm looking for what my first drink will be. Excuse me, I think I just found it." She walks off, leaving a livid Taryn looking stunned at her and Sheamus and Wade trying in vain ta hold in their laughter.

I'm having a hard time reigning that in myself. My eyes immediately follow her. They're like magnets ta her. Wherever she goes, I wanna follow. She's talking ta Mickie and Nattie at tha bar. Looks like they're doing shots with Maria Kanellis. Tha boys in tha locker room have now surrounded me and are taking me ta tha dancefloor ta embarrass tha "happy groom". If ya find him, let me know bacause this one's in tha ninth circle of hell!

Nic POV

What the fuck does this idiot want? Taryn has pulled me over to a side hallway after that hilarious exchange with Dawn. I can't believe Dawn actually agreed to go out with me! After all this time, I still want her more than anything, but it's painfully obvious that she's still carrying a flaming torch for Drew. I don't get it! After everything that's happened, that Taryn and I made happen, how can she still be in love with him?

Taryn shoves me up against the wall outside the bathrooms and is getting in my face, "You IDIOT! You let her embarrass me like that? I thought you had this under control!"

I smirk and shrug, "I never said that. I can't control her. You're just pissed off that none of your schemes have really worked. Drew and Dawn are still in love, maybe now more than ever."

She puts her left hand up to my face and seethes, "Oh yeah, dumbass? Who got the ring, stupid? I don't give two shits about anything but getting Drew down that aisle tomorrow. You know the fucking plan and you better stick to it!"

I sigh, "I know the plan. She's starting to drink pretty heavily and seeing you two together should make her feel pretty vulnerable. So, getting her in bed should be quite easy."

Taryn snarks, "From what I've heard, it's easy enough to do that any day!"

I've had enough, "OK, that's it! Shut the fuck up! You know you're the one that's started those bullshit rumors about her. She doesn't sleep around. What she does in her private time is none of our business. But let me ask you this? Why does your breath smell like Johnny Ace's crotch all the time?"

She slaps me across the face hard, "You little BASTARD! You better shut the fuck up and do your part! We are BOTH so close to getting what we want! You better not fuck this up!"

I just stand there looking like I'm read to commit murder. I will never hit a woman, but this one is testing that restraint. I glower at her and warn her, "I have never liked doing any of this. Dawn is a wonderful human being and didn't deserve any of this. But I'll do this, only because I love her and she deserves someone better than him. For the record, I can't wait until your little world of lies crumbles in on you and when it does, I hope Dawn beats the shit out of you. Now excuse me, I will puke if I'm in your disgusting presence a second longer. And after tonight, don't bother asking me for another thing when you finally realize that Drew will never really love you. Dawn will always have his heart. Have a nice wedding and go to hell."

I walk off, leaving Taryn throwing a category 100 temper tantrum. I meant what I said. I've hated every second of scheming with her, Whether I liked it or not, Dawn was happy with Drew and he seemed to genuinely love her. This attack on my conscience can't affect me though. I have to see this through. I look over at Dawn talking to some lady at the bar. I'm so sorry, sweetie. Just know that, no matter what happens, I do love you.

Dawn POV

Maria, Mickie and Nattie are trying to get me to have more shots, but I have to slow down. I can't allow myself to get out of control. Although that's exactly what I wanna do. I fucking hate this and I hate being here. All I wanna do is go back up to my hotel room, crawl up under the covers and cry. Maybe pray that all of this for the past two years was nothing but a horrible dream like that season of Dallas, and I'll wake up back in Drew's arms where I belong.

I'm making my way through the crowd on maniac wrestlers. There's a few people I don't recognize. I'm assuming they're friends of Drew from the European scene I never got to meet when we were together. I see no reason to break that streak. I see some of his family made the trip too. I'm sure he's happy to see his loved ones he doesn't get to visit often. OK, maybe I do need one more drink so I don't start crying.

I feel a light tap on my shoulder and turn around into the warm and friendly stare of Angela Galloway. I jump with a light start and say "Oh! Hello, Mrs. Galloway. It's good to see you."

Angela puts her hands on her hips and starts, "First off, ya know mah name is Angela, lass. Please call me that. And second, it's wonderful ta see ya, Dawn. Ya look sa bonnie."

I have to break into a smile, "Oh, well, thank you Mrs… Angela. I hope your flight wasn't too long."

Like the strong, no-nonsense lady I've always known her to be, she says, "Are we really gonna talk about our travel, or how yer gonna stop my son from marrying a tart he doesn't love? I know ya two still have those feelings fer each other. Stop being sa thick headed and tell mah boy that ya love him. I know he feels tha same about ya. Please save my son from a terrible fate, lass. OK, that's all I wanted ta say ta ya when ya refused ta see me in Glasgow last year."

I blink at her boldness, which I respect more than she will ever know, but I have to hold my ground, "I'm not sure what all Drew has told you, but it was him that made the decision to break my heart. He cheated on me. He proposed to Taryn and to not me."

Angela nods and says before walking away to join her husband, "Lass, he doesn't haveta say a single word fer me ta know that he loves ya. I have eyes and a brain. He was never happier than when ya two were tagather. And he's looking at ya right now like he's dying ta be with ya. Please save my son from disaster, lass."

She walks away and I'm left standing there flustered and gob smacked. I don't even bother to look in Drew's direction to know she's right. I can feel his eyes penetrate my soul. How could someone that I've only talked to from a phone screen a handful of times before know me all so well? But it doesn't matter. It's not up to me to save him, as much as I wanna drag him as far away from that bitch as possible. He has to do that.

I'm just ready to get the fuck out of this party. Especially now the song switched from Dean Martin to… That fucking song! Sadly, it's my favorite song of all time. I have to shake my head and look down at the floor, my only mechanism to keep from weeping at the moment, as I hear Elvis Presley's voice: "Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you."

I had successfully avoided that song since Wrestlemania. I never wanted to hear it again after that awful night because everything it represented was a lie. Just thinking about it brought back flashes of beautiful memories of that night in my bed in Louisville, Kentucky. The fist night Drew and I made love. "That's my favorite song." "Now, it's our song. Whenever ya hear it, wherever ya are, remember this moment. And know that, no mater what, I'm thinking about ya, and I love ya, mo ghraidh. Ferever."

I swallow the huge lump that's formed in my throat. That sweet and painful memory now has my heart fracturing into pieces all over again. No, damn it! I'm not doing this! I'm not doing this to myself again. I blink the wells that's formed in my eyes and quickly wiped them away. I take a deep breath and start looking around for Nic, hoping he he'll be ready to leave this bullshit party too.

But as Elvis says, "Like a river flows surely to the sea, darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be", I've made my own mistake. Because my gaze, even in this crowd, has found Drew. And he's once again looking right into my fucking soul! And once again, it's like the rest of the world has frozen, disappeared and only left the two of us behind. Remember that deep breath I just took? I need it back badly now! That feeling of complete and total love is back. Or maybe all the shots I took with the girls are finally starting to hit me.

And his stare, it's one of longing and need. There is no way he is remembering that night. No way just hearing this song is affecting him as it is me. Right?! Oh god, I wanna run right to him, tell him how much I still love him and that I wanna be with him forever. Did he just mouth "mo ghraidh" to me? We're in the desert, so this has to be some sort of fucked up mirage. I have to be in some sort of daydream!

No! Damn it! It's not real! He's marrying that thing tomorrow! He made his fucking choice that night after Wrestlemania! I can't do this! I won't put myself through this ever again! I break eye contact with Drew before I make a complete and total fool of myself. I spot Nic near the exit. Thank fuck! I run over to him and tell him to take me back to my hotel room. NOW!

I welcome Nic into my room and sink down into the chair. I wave my hand to dismiss him, "I'm fine. No need to babysit me. I'm not dumb enough to do something completely moronic. Well, other than still being in love the groom in tomorrow's wedding. Goddamn it, I'm so fucking stupid!"

Nic looks sympathetic as he soothes, sitting down beside me, "Red, stop it. You are not dumb. You never should've been in that situation to begin with. I'm sorry you were put through that."

I give him a sad smile and cup his cheek, "You really are my best friend. You know that? You have looked out for me from day one."

He humphs, "Please don't give me that much credit. You are more than capable of taking care of yourself. And god knows, I'm not perfect or innocent."

He turns his head away from me. I caress his cheek and beckon him to turn back by the chin, "I never asked for perfect. I only wanted loyal. And you have been more than that. When others have betrayed me, you stuck by me. And I love you for that."

I kiss his cheek and he looks at me wide eyed like a kid about to get everything he's ever wanted on Christmas morning. I kiss him again on the other cheek. I can feel him tense up. He wants me, I can tell he does. I trace his jaw with my fingertips. I lean in to feather a light kiss on his lips. But he's not reciprocating. I go in to give him a bolder kiss, but he stands up and pulls away from me.

I put my face in my hands and start to cry, "What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I keep humiliating myself like this with men? I fucking hate myself!"

Nic is running his hands through hair curly blonde hair and pacing the floor. He blurts out, "No, Dawn! You've done nothing wrong. It's me. This is everything I've ever wanted, but now… I can't do this! You deserve better. You need the truth!"

I sob as I say, "The truth? What's that? That I'm a magnet for men that will only break my heart?"

He drops to his knees in front of me and shouts, "No! You are wonderful and perfect and everything that is good in this life. You have been wronged, Dawn. Both you and Drew were preyed upon by that bitch!"

I look up from my self-loathing and ask, "What are you talking about? He made his choice."

Nic shakes his head, "No, he didn't. That night after Wrestlemania. Drew was telling the truth. Taryn let the desk clerk play with her tits so she could get a key to his room. They didn't have sex, at least at that point. What you walked in on was completely innocent. Drew had no clue she was even there. She plotted all this from the beginning. She had been trying to get with him all along, but Drew wouldn't give in to her because he loved you. He still does."

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, of course he does. And how would you know these details?"

He hesitates, then shuts his eyes as he confesses, "Because I helped her. Back in FCW, she would get his phone while he was working matches and delete your messages. I would do the same to your phone when we would have house shows together. She set her sights on him and wouldn't stop until she had him. She saw that I had feelings for you other than friendship and got into my head. She convinced me that all I had to do was follow her plan and we would both get what we would want. Well, she did, but you started dating Batista."

My stomach starts to sour, and I feel my face heating up as I stare into the void. All I can choke out is, "What did you say?"

Nic exhales and continues, "That night at Wrestlemania, I had my brother dump beer all over Drew and make it look like an accident so he would have to go back to his room. That was Taryn's queue to up there and wait for you to show up. And the afterparty, Taryn roofied Drew's drink. That's why he was hanging all over her. He was about to pass out. That part I didn't know about until after the fact." He looks at my stunned expression and pleads, "Dawn, please say something. Anything. Please!"

I stand up with my eyes bulging and my jaw practically on the floor. That feeling of no air is back, and my chest is heaving, this time with an anger I could never imagine would bubble up inside me. I don't even recognize my own voice as I rage spews out, "You. YOU! You did this? You helped that fucking cunt break us up? You two assholes set us both up and broke our hearts? I expected bullshit like this from that fucking gutter slut! But of all people that have betrayed me in my life, you are one of the last people I would've ever suspected! I thought you were my best friend! And all of this because you thought I would fuck you?! Who in the hell do you think you are?!"

My tears are flowing like a faucet as I rail at him. He tries to plead his case, "Dawn, please. I beg you to please just listen…"

Oh motherfucker, but I've heard enough as I point to the door, "I've listened to this shit long enough. Get out."

He puts his hands up to beseech me, but I scream as loud as I can, "I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM, YOU BASTARD! Leave before I kick your fucking ass and don't think I can't do it! GO!"

I take off my right high heel and throw it at him, "Are you deaf as well as a liar? I never wanna talk to you ever again! I you can tell your little whore cohort that she better have her head on a swivel because when she least expects it, I will fuck her up too! GET OUT OF MY GODDAMN ROOM!"

He makes a break for the door and hastily exits. Oh fuck! How is this even possible? All of this anger and hurt I've felt towards Drew, and we have both been betrayed in the worst way possible. I let out a guttural cry as the weight of what I was just told hits me like a ton of bricks. Drew was drugged. He was practically date raped into a sham of a relationship.

We were literally ripped apart due to other people's jealousy and envy. I don't know what to do with this. I should go find Drew and tell him! But if I go into that party raving like some lunatic, the entire roster will look at me like I'm just some jealous crazy ex-girlfriend. And at this point, after all I've done to hurt him, why would he even believe me?

My mind is racing a million miles a minute as I hear a loud knock on my door. My blood starts to boil as I'm imagining that little scumbag on the other side ready to beg for my forgiveness. Not happening, bitch! I stomp do the door and say as I open it, "Nic, you son of a bitch, I told you to…"

I stop short of what I'm saying, and my eyes grow like saucers and start to pool with tears. Because it's not Nic on the other side. His shirt is unbuttoned, his silky long brown hair is down in his face, and he looks disheveled, distraught, desperate and sad. My bottom lip starts to quiver as I can barely breath out, "Drew! What are you doing here?"