Hello, my loves! I know it's been a while since we said hey to our favorite PG Era couple, but life happens. But I'm back to continue the story! 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, get the tissues ready. We left Drew and Dawn off on the highest of highs. But they say, 'what go up must come crashing down in flames'. Let's find out what happens after that sweet reunion. 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.

Room 937 - The Flamingo Hotel

"…I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white-veil occasion. But you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl…" Taylor Swift (Speak Now)

Drew POV

"Oh fuck! Dawn! Jesus Christ, baby!"

I can't help but scream this as I have my love from behind. We've fucked sa many times since last night, I've lost count. But every time, it feels like the first time back in 2007. Nah, even better! She's sa damn tight wrapped around mah cock. I love watching that beautiful ass bounce against me.

She's shrieking loudly with that sweet Southern drawl, "Oh god, Drew! Go deeper, baby! Please!"

I reach around her waist and pull her up, taking tha opportunity ta get a handful of those beautiful tits. She riding me now as I thrust upwards. Those juices are flowing all over mah lap and I fucking love it. I press mah face ta tha side of her head and kiss her temple. She stops bouncing ta buck back and forth on me. I run tha tip of mah tongue on the outer shell of her ear.

She reaches back and runs her finger along mah jawline, like she did sa many times we made love bafer we were forced apart. This time, it feels different. More special and intense. Our connection is much stronger and our love has only grown stronger. Her hands now cover mine as I knead and caress her pebble like nipples.

She looks back at me and whimpers, "I love you, Drew."

Those honied walls clinch me like a vice and know she's ready to cum again. I whisper in her ear, "Mo ghraidh. I feel ya. Let it go, my love."

I turn her head gently ta tha side and capture those full lips in a deep kiss. The moment becomes too much for her and she shudders with her release. This triggers mah own orgasm. Pretty sure I coated her entire insides with mah seed. It felt like a cannonball being shot off. She screeches against mah mouth as my thrusting stops, allowing her ta finish riding tha incredible wave of love we just made.

We collapse onta our pillows in a heap, still tangled up in each other. We're both having ta take deep breaths. I kiss her on tha soft skin of her shoulder and reluctantly withdraw from that hot sticky heat, wet with both our orgasms. Dawn takes tha opportunity ta turn ta me on her side, kissing me on mah chest, that long curly crimson falling all around me.

I hold her super close ta me kissing tha top of her head. It's strange but I'm almost scared ta let go of her. Like, if I release her from mah embrace, I'll never have her here again. But I push that thought from mah brain. We're back tagather and nothing will ever tear us apart again.

Dawn giggles, "I think that was, like, the eighth or ninth time since last night."

I laugh breathlessly, "Maybe. I lost count after I got ya up against tha wall. I think that was tha third time."

She looks up at me with a devilish gleam in her eye, "I have the best idea ever. Let's just stay here in this bed and not leave it all day. Let that bitch just guess where you are."

I chuckle and kiss her on tha lips. I sigh, "Aye, I'd love nothing more than stay here with ya ferever. But I need ta tell mah parents and brother what's going on. I think that needs ta be in person and not by text. Besides, I got mahself inta this shit with her. I need ta finish this."

I get up from tha bed, even though it's tha last thing I wanna do. I really wanna stay here with Dawn. But as I put my clothes on from last night, I know I need ta do this. It's gonna be messy, downright nasty. But I'm not living a lie anymore. I wanna be with Dawn fer tha rest of mah life.

She rises from tha bed and puts on a long t-shirt. She sits on the edge on tha bed and stares at me dressing with a smile on her face. I smirk, "Ya look like yer well fucked, no ghraidh."

She shrugs, "I can say the same thing about you, baby." I laugh as I sit beside her ta put mah shoes on and she says, "I wish you would let me go with you to do this. I told you that I have your back always."

I shake nah head, "Nah, this is mah mess. I need ta get outta it. Besides, I'm protecting ya at all costs from her bullshit."

She scoffs and huffs, "Oh please! I'm not scared of that skank! I dare her to fucking say something. I'll beat her ass right in the middle of that tacky little chapel."

I stop and cup her face, "I have no doubt us would. But yer too precious ta me, Dawn. I'm not taking tha chance on ya getting hurt. Besides, I wanna bring mah family up here after I'm done telling her ta piss off."

Her eyes widen, "Oh! Ok I guess I better go take a shower before you get back. I have to look presentable and not "well fucked"."

I grin, "I was sapposed to room with Stu and Sheamus. But I'm pretty sure they all know where I was last night. I think Stu and Sheamus have prayed nightly fer us ta get back tagather. Mum was tha one ta tell me ta go be with ya last night. I think she already considers ya like her daughter."

She blushes a little, which is sa fucking adorable, "Oh wow! I like her a lot. She's one strong and incredible woman. I admire her so much."

I feel this overwhelming wave of love come over me as I look at Dawn. I drop down to tha floor and get on one knee, taking her small, delicate hand in mine, "When I get back up here with them, let's go get married."

She coughs and looks at me like I've grown three heads, "Drew! You can't be serious!"

I smile, "I've never been more serious in mah life. I want ya ta be mah wife as soon as possible."

She gives a nervous laugh, "Drew, we don't have a marriage license."

I remind her, "Clark County, Nevada's license bureau is open at all times. We'll go get one on our way ta find a chapel that'll take us last minute."

She shakes her head, "Drew, we don't have rings! And I damn sure ain't wearing that one around that fungus crusted finger of hers."

I nod and have a solution, "OK, we'll go ta get rings after we get a license. We'll go to the Forum Shops at Caesar's. Ya still love Tiffany's, right?"

She's still trying to be sensible as she reminds me, "Drew, my girls aren't here, and neither is my mom. Oh god! I haven't even thought about what I'm gonna tell her!"

Mah hopes sink a little, "Aye. I got sa swept up and fergot about Frances. I'm guessing she still hates mah guts with a passion."

She shuts her eyes and looks down, "She does. She's never forgiven you. But when I explain to her the full story of what happened, she'll come around eventually. It may take some time."

I gently tug her hand and beckon her down with me, "I want her to like me again and I want her approval, but as long as ya love me, that's all I need. Yer everything ta me, mo ghraidh."

I place mah forehead ta hers and cup her cheek. She lets out a heavy sigh and her shoulders go slack, "OK."

I question her, "OK what?"

She reaches up and runs her fingers in tha side of mah hair and smiles, "Ok. I'll marry you. Right now."

I shake mah head, "Wait, did ya just say…"

She interrupts me with a deep kiss, her tongue battling mine fer dominance and I allow her ta win. She stops it suddenly as tears spring to those beautiful green eyes and says, "I said yes. Let's get married!"

Mah emotions get tha best of me and mah eyes well up as well as I ask, "Ya mean it?"

She smiles and nods as those happy tears streak down her cheeks. I pull her close ta me in tha tightest embrace I can muster. I've never been as happy in mah entire life as I am in this moment! We did it! We made it! I'm gonna marry tha most beautiful girl in tha entire world. I can feel her ecstatic sobs against mah chest. I pull back slightly and kiss her. It's the most passionate, loving kiss I've given her ya date. I have a lifetime ta top it now.

I stand up and pull her up by her hands. I tell her, "I haveta go tell that bitch ta fuck off and get mah parents. I'm gonna make it as quick as possible."

She bites her lower lip and asks sa sweetly, I wanna pull her back in tha bed and fuck her brains out again, "Promise?"

I blow her a kiss, wink at her and bow bafer her as I walk ta tha door, "I'll be back quicker than ya can say 'I'm marrying tha girl of mah dreams taday'!"

She giggles as I blow her a kiss and shut the door. I'm sa psyched! We're almost there! But as soon as I get ta tha elevator ta make mah way down ta hell, I get this cold chill run up mah spine. I'm overcome when a terrible feeling that tha other shoe is gonna drop somehow. Nah! I'm not doing this! Nothing will go wrong. I'm telling tha tart ta sod off and I'm marrying Dawn taday. Happy end of tha fucking story!

Paradise Falls Chapel, The Flamingo Hotel Las Vegas

I've managed ta sneak past everyone ta get ta tha bridal room, including mah family. They were standing outside tha groom room, all dressed up with Sheamus and Stu. I heard Ma say ta Dad and John, "I don't know where he is, and neither does Stu or Stephen. Please, let this be a sign that he's with Dawn and he's gonna tell that dumb tart ta shove off."

I haveta chuckle ta mahself. Ma's always been tha blunt type. It's sa incredibly tempting ta just get them and mah best mates and make a run fer it ta Dawn's room. But I strongly feel like this is something I haveta do. Taryn has ta know how I feel and that her little bullshit games have ended.

I hear her nauseating voice screeching standing outside tha bridal room door, "EVERYONE OUT! This is MY day! All of you OUT!"

As I see her family and bridesmaids, including Nikki Bella and Maryse, scurry out from tha depths of hell, I take a deep breath. They all look like they've seen tha face of the Devil incarnate. They're probably right. She's been tha definition of Bridezilla throughout this whole thing. Rude ta everyone that's tried ta help, acting like a brat. She's never satisfied. It'd be kinda sad if she wasn't such a raging bitch.

I avoid everyone that's exited tha room and slink in and quietly shut tha door. I turn around and Taryn is just…sitting there. She's in her white strapless wedding gown, her tits pushed up ta her chin. Her head is hung, not even bothering ta look up or make a move as I approach her. She's sa very quiet. It's way too eerie of a calm before tha shit storm about ta come.

I clear mah throat and say softly, "Taryn." Nothing. I sigh, "Taryn, I think ya know why I'm in here like this bafer tha wedding. It's bad luck ta see ya like this, but ya've been nothing but bad luck fer me from tha baginning."

Silence. She's not making a sound or bother ta engage with er look at me. I just let everything all out, "Taryn, I'm not gonna marry ya. This whole thing is ridiculous. I don't love ya. I never didWhatever this thing has been between us was built on lies. Ya drugged me ta get me ta fuck ya tha first time. Tha only reason I was in that position ta begin with was yer manipulations of my relationship with Dawn. Yer a violent narcissist. Ya only give a damn about yerself"

Still, nothing. No emotion er reaction. I finish this up sa I can get back ta Dawn as quick as possible, "Yer toxic as hell fer me. I don't want that fer tha rest of mah life and I can't fer tha life of me figure out why ya'd want that fer yerself. I love Dawn. I have since tha moment I firstsaw her and I will until I take mah last breath. Ya've done nothing but be a poison ta us. I'm done with this and with ya. Good luck with tha rest of yer miserable life."

I turn ta tha door. It felt sa damn good ta get that off mah chest! I should've done that ages ago bafer we got this deep inta this bullshit relationship. But as I reached tha door, I hear that cackle, that grating and annoying giggle, only this time it sounds eviler than ever.

I turn around and she's now standing, looking at me with those soulless and cold eyes. She's still laughing as she speaks, more like shrieks, "Oh my dear sweet STUPID future husband. You really think you have a choice in this. How cute! And you don't think that I don't know that you were sticking your DICK in that little ginger bitch's snatch last night! Oh no HONEY, you WILL marry me today. And you will be MINE forever."

I shake mah head, "Yer fucking mental, Taryn. A goddamn nutter and I've had enough of yer delusions. See ya in hell."

She breaks in, "If you walk out that door and leave me, you will regret it. I will ruin you, Drew! But not just you. I will end your precious little whore's life and career in a fucking heartbeat!"

I scoff at her, "Now I know yer bluffing. Ya got nothng on her. Dawn and I have each other. That's all we need! I'm done with this!"

She whips out her Blackberry and calmly smirks, "Oh really? What about these?"

And there they are on her phone. She shows me picture after picture. Video after video. All image I took on mah phone of Dawn. All of them in tha nude. Videos I took of her as I made love ta her. This sick little slideshow ends with mah favorite of us fucking in tha pool. How tha fuck did this happen?

I quickly reach to try and grab it out of her hands, "Gimme that, ya cunt! Where did ya get those?"

She plasters on a disgusting smile, jerks her hand away and says with sarcasm, "You really need to learn to lock your phone, Drewy baby. It was all so easy to text this shit to myself. Just as easy as it will be for me to send this to Vince, Johnny Ace and EVERY news outlet in the world! Leaked nudes and sex tapes are just ruining celebrity careers lately, AREN'T THEY?"

I freeze in horror. I can't believe this! My jaw must be on tha floor! I try ta reason with her, "Why are ya doing this? Why me? Why are ya wanting ta marry someone that will never love ya?"

She shrugs and walks closer to me, "Because when I see what I want, I will have it. And I want YOU, Drewy baby! And if you don't marry me today and choose that trash, I will make both your lives a living hell. Her career with WWE will end with these pictures and videos. And I can see on your handsome face that you KNOW IT!"

She has the nerve to caress mah chest with her vile hands as she doubles down sarcastically, "Now, how long will her undying love last when she finds out you're responsible for losing her livelihood and her dream? You don't want that for you sweet little Dawn, do you? Your choice is simple, Drewy. You either go be with your slut and I'll make goddamn sure you're both out of a job, and I'll make FUCKING sure she won't ever be able to show her face in wrestling ever again. Or…"

She has tha balls ta reach down and fondle mah dick, "…you marry me and…"

I interrupt flatly, "Live in mah own person hell."

She smiles with a sickening sweet menace, "Well at least your TRUE LOVE' will be able to continue her career as the overrated piece of garbage she really is. But that's entirely up to you now. Isn't it, Drewy BABY? Oh! And you won't be needing this pesky thing! Can't have you sending that bitch little love messages, can I?"

She snatches mah phone outta mah hands. She giggles like a kid getting a toy fer Christmas and pops me on the butt, "Now SCOOT! Go put on that tux and let's get married, handsome!"

I stand there fer a moment in complete disbelief. This can't be happening. No way this bitch would actually enact that crazy ass plan! She wouldn't dare ruin Dawn's life over me. Even she's not that evil and sick in tha head.

But she is. She would absolutely do this horrible thing ta her. She would destroy Dawn's career just ta spite us both. She's right, I have a choice tah make. Do I risk everything Dawn has built with her hard work and determination ta be with her, running tha risk of her resenting me over this? Or, do I make the ultimate sacrifice with mah happiness ta protect tha woman I love more than mah own life?

"…There's the silence, there's my last chance. I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me. Horrified looks from everyone in the room, but I'm only looking at you…" Taylor Swift (Speak Now)

Dawn POV

OK, what's taking him so long? I finished my shower, fixed my hair, put on my makeup and even put a dab of the perfume that drives Drew crazy. I have on my slinky short black dress. It's the only other dressy dress that I brought for this stupid shindig. I was gonna be a smart ass and wear it to Drew's 'funeral' to that bitch today. But I guess I'll be wearing black to my own WEDDING!

I'm sitting on my hotel room bed, that nervous twitch is going in my foot. A sure sign of my impatience and anticipation. I can't believe this is really happening. Drew and I are back together and we're getting married! Last night…

What started out as absolute dog shit turned into the most magical moment of my life. Having his hands and mouth all over me, it was like we'd never been apart. All this time. We had been forced apart by other's manipulations and lies. But we found our way back to each other.

Mom will not be happy with me when I tell her that not only am I getting married without her, but I'm with the one person she despises more than my Dad. But damn it, this is what I want! What I know in my heart is right. Drew and I were meant to be after all.

I grab my phone and call his cell. I'm just dying to know what's happening. Ugh! Voicemail! "Hey, it's Thee Drew Galloway! Eh, it's just Drew. Ya know what ta do. I know I do." I have to laugh. He hasn't changed his cheeky message since we were together before!

I leave him my message: "Hey baby! It's me. You know, the girl you're supposed to marry today! I'm just checking in to see where you are. It's been a while since your sexy ass left my hotel room. I'm ready for this whenever you finish your business with her. I… I love you so much, Drew. I can't wait to be your wife. Whatever happens, it's you and me. That's all I need, baby. See you soon." I end it with a loud smooching sound as I hang up the phone.

I can't help but imagine how our life as a married couple will be. Lots of PDA, I'm sure. I guess I'll have to bust out my chef's hat and make dinners. I'm actually a pretty decent cook. God knows I'll have to teach him how to cook. I'll never forget when he almost burned down our apartment complex in Kentucky trying to make spaghetti for me that night. He didn't know you had to boil the noodles in water!

And children… We said from the beginning we both wanted kids. But would he want to start trying soon after the wedding? Or would we wait a year or two before tried to get pregnant? All of these thoughts make me so excited at the idea of becoming a mom! I've always wanted that. Would our babies look like him or me…

I'm shook out of these musings by my ringtone goes off: 'Hello Daddy! Hello Mom! I'm you ch-ch-ch-ch cherry bomb!' Please let it be Drew! I pick my Blackberry with the sparkly pink and black case (my ode to Bret Hart) and see…

Oh, for fuck's sake, "Nic! You have some balls contacting me. It's not a good time."

Nic sounds frantic but in a whisper, "Red, what the hell! I thought Drew would've made up with you last night! I told him where your room was and to go make things right with you!"

I'm so confused, "Nic, what the hell are you talking about? I'm waiting on Drew now… Wait, that's none of your fucking business now. I really hate you…"

He interrupts me, "Dawn, shut up and listen! If you're waiting on him, then why is he saying his vows to Taryn right now as we speak? Dawn? Dawn? Are you there?"

Wait, was I just dropped into an episode of Twin Peaks or something? What did Nic just say? He said Drew is saying…NO! I get up from the bed and run out the door to the elevator. Why does my brain feel like I'm moving in water? My motions are slow as molasses and I'm in a haze. I push the down button about 500 times. Why won't the goddamn elevator get here?!

Finally, the door opens and I slam the Close Door button. My heart is beating, more like breaking, out of my chest as I descend to the lobby it feels like a plunge into madness. It's when I run off the elevator into the fastest sprint of my life, I realize I didn't even bother putting on any shoes. The cold, hard casino floor is a shock to the system, much like Nic's fucking phone call.

I run past the attendant in front of the stupid wedding chapel, frantically looking around for which way to go. I reach the door, even though it feels like I'm moving in hot molasses to get there. I pop into the doorway just in time to be devastated as I hear, "…by the state of Nevada that I pronounce you husband and wife. Andrew, you may kiss your bride."

Oh god NO! It's Drew, and he just leaned in to kiss that vile fucking bitch that did so many awful things to both of us! What is going on? Please tell me I'm in the middle of the worst nightmare I've ever experienced! Drew, please wake me! The crowd has stood to applaud this damn travesty. What the hell is WRONG with these idiots?

I just stand there in the doorway gob smacked and my heart shattering beyond repair. I barely hear Nic, Nattie and Maria trying to talk to me, trying to get me to move back into the hallway. My eyes pool with a river of tears as he finally comes up for air after having his lips on that infested cesspool of a mouth. He gives her a slight smile, but then those blue eyes lock on mine. I see his face drop, even as his family and friends surround them to celebrate the happy FUCKING occasion.

I can't breathe as my friends try to pull me away, but I have to mouth to him, "HOW COULD YOU, DREW? HOW COULD YOU?" I want to scream it so bad, but no sound will escape my dry throat.

As they pull me away, I faintly see a glance from his mom, Angela. She looks between the two of us. Then, I feel a bonfire of hatred as I catch a smirking Taryn training her nasty gaze right on me as she mouths, "He's mine, bitch."

Everything is just a blur of shit and sadness as I sit outside the reception venue, my feet on the sofa and my head buried in my hands at my knees. I can hear the music blaring from the closed doors. Nic, Maria and Nattie are all trying to console me, but there is nothing can help that now. I've never felt more lost, confused and miserable in my entire life.

Maria is stroking my back as she says, "Vix, please talk to us. You haven't said a single word. Please sweetie. Say anything."

Nattie squeezes my hand, "Dawn, honey. Please talk to us. We're here for you."

Nic has the audacity to speak too, "Red, we're worried about you."

I look up, red eyes and all, and start to unravel, "Worried? Nic, you were worried about me, huh. Were you WORRIED about me when you help that goddamn slut sleep with Drew? You were WORRIED when you were deleting his messages from my phone for MONTHS? No, my BEST FRIEND, the only fucking thing you were WORRIED about was praying you would get me in BED!"

Nattie and Maria look at each other, then to Nic with the latter asking, "Nic, what is she talking about?"

Nattie puts her hands over her mouth, "Nic, how dare you!"

Nic's shoulders go slack, but stiffen up when Drew, with Sheamus and Stu in tow, rushes out of the party room. I'm so lost, I have to stand up and turn my back to him. He has no right looking that fucking handsome with his hair back in a ponytail and in a black suit with a blue button up shirt. He had the nerve to wear my favorite color on him to marry HER! The one that sets those beautiful blue eyes off so perfect. GODDAMN HIM!

Drew POV

Sheamus and Stu tried ta hold me back, but I broke free. I had ta see her. Ever since I saw her standing in the doorway as I pissed mah life away ta that fucking witch, I only wanted ta run ta her and take her back in mah arms. Goddamn it! Why is tha whole fucking world against us?

And there she is, sitting there surrounded by Nattie, Maria and fucking Dolph?! Don't tell me he's managed ta slither his sneaky ass back inta her life already! Stu is telling me, "Mate, let's go back in before you make a scene. We don't wanna raise her suspicions."

Sheamus tried ta pull me back but I pull mah arm lose and walk over ta her, "Dawn, please. Ya gotta listen ta me…"

Dolph has tha nuts ta try it with me, "Drew, you just need to leave her alone."

I've had enough, "Ya don't need ta tell me a goddamn thing! Yer one of tha reasons we're in this shit!"

We start to throw hands, but Nattie steps in between us, "OK, you two knock it the hell off!"

Maria has her arms around Dawn, trying ta console her, but then she turns around. She looks at me, and mah heart crashes ta tha floor. She has that no sell, blank emotionless glare directed right at me. The same one she used when she built her walls around her heart after that night of Wrestlemania. But I can see the streaks in her makeup and tell that she's been crying. I'd rather fucking cut off mah arms than ta see her sa fucking hurt!

She sardonically huffs at me, "'I'll be back quicker than ya can say 'I'm marrying tha girl of mah dreams taday'', huh? Well, I guess you did just that. Congratulations, Drew. I wish you both nothing but the worst in life."

I reach out ta grab her hand, "Dawn, please! I need ta tell…"

As the gang watches on, looking helpless and lost as ta what ta do themselves, she jerks her hand away with force, "You keep your fucking scumbag hands off of me! You will NEVER touch me in any way ever AGAIN! You have your WIFE for that! So, I guess last night and this morning was nothing but an act. You only wanted to fuck the best pussy you've ever had one last time before you tied yourself to that walking piece of silicone trash! One last ride in the bed with Red, right?!"

My Scottish temper can't take anymore, "Goddamn it, no! It was real! It's ya that I want! That I've always wanted! Last night was… It's tha most complete I've felt since we broke up! I love ya, damn it. But ya don't understand! She threatened ta…"

Dawn won't let me finish, "Oh, FUCK OFF! It doesn't matter what she did or your fucking reasons! I told you last night that I had your back NO MATTER WHAT! Even after we learned all the bullshit she put us through! And all the horrible things she's done to you! YOU still chose HER! No, this was all YOU! You had all the power to stop this fucking bullshit wedding if you wanted and you didn't! Just admit that you're LOVING the lifestyle she's provided for you! You want to hang out at Hugh Heffner's goddamn diseased palace of sin with her, doing drugs and orgies and whatever other vile shit she's had you into! Well, congratulations, baby! WooHoo! You got it forever! I hope you're FUCKING MISERABLE FOREVER, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

She's giving me tha slow clap of applause with everyone just looking between the two of us, still not knowing what ta say or do. Neither do I. Her eyes, those beautiful emeralds I always got lost in, tell me all I need ta know. I've lost her. Ferever.

She walks up and gets in mah face. I'm expecting more screaming, but instead she's calm…and cold, "You know what, Drew? No. I don't hate you. I don't pity you. Either of those emotions would imply that I feel anything for you. And I don't. I feel nothing. And from now on, that's all you are to me. Nothing. Everything we shared before. It never happened. That love I thought we had for each other. It's erased. All of that is just a little blip in the heartbeat of my life. You mean nothing to me. You are nothing more to me that rancid bitch's husband. I would tell you to go to hell, but that would mean I give a damn where you go. But I'm pretty sure wifey is missing her lapdog right about now. Goodbye, Drew."

At that moment, CM Punk, of all fucking people, exits tha party and looks at all of us. I don't see him. I only see Dawn fixing her I-don't-give-a-fuck stare at me. But he sees us squared up ta each other and he quickly steps between us.

He takes Dawn by tha shoulders and asks, "Hey Vix. Are you OK? Did he hurt you?"

I growl, "Mind yer own fucking business, Punk!"

He snaps back at me, saying his bullshit ta mah chest, "I'll mind whatever the fuck I want, kid! She's my friend!"

Dawn pulls him back by his arm, but doesn't take her eyes off me, "I'm fine, Phil. I'm just cherry and peachy all at the same time. Would you please walk me back to my hotel room? I need to pack up my shit and get the fuck out of this hell hole. I have to catch my plane in a few hours."

He gives one more glance at me (I ain't scared of ya, ya little piece of shit) and tells her, "Yeah, of course. Hey, why are you shoeless?"

I hear him ask as they walk away. My love, my life, my heart is just sauntering off just like that. I've destroyed tha best thing that ever happened tah me. We should be getting married at tha first wedding chapel that'd take us right now. We should be celebrating. We should be married. I did this ta mahself. I hate mahself with a passion right now.

I didn't even notice that Dolph, Nattie, Maria, Sheamus and Stu have left tha scene. I don't blame them. I wish like hell I could run as far away as possible. I turn around and I'm horrified ta see mah Mum standing there looking at me with those Angela Galloway all too knowing eyes. I immediately slump mah shoulders as I walk towards her.

She starts in on me, "Andrew, what did ya do?"

I try to move past her, "Mum, I can't talk about this right now. I haveta get back ta mah wife."

She pulls me by tha arms and whisper screams, "Damn it, Andrew! Ya were sapossed ta be with Dawn! Ya went ta her and ya were gone all night! Don't tell me ya shagged her and still married that dumb twat! How could ya, son?"

That's when I break down. Tha fucking tears start pooling and streaming. I cry ta her like a child, "Mum, I was gonna marry Dawn taday! We had it all back! She still loved each other! But Taryn threatened ta ruin Dawn's life and career with naked pics and videos that I took! And she would've done it too! I had ta marry her ta protect Dawn!"

Mum is almost hysterical, "And ya ruined yer own life ta do it? Son, if yer love with Dawn is as strong as I think it is, ya would've made it through anything that tart tried ta do ta either of ya! Jesus, Andrew! Yer pissing yer happiness away!"

I scream, "I KNOW! I know, Mum! I've lost her, Mum."

She pulls me inta one of her big momma bear hugs. The ones that always comforted me as a youngster when nothing else could. She keeps saying, "It's gonna be alright, son", over and over ta me. But I know it's not. Nothing will ever be alright again. I've lost Mo Ghraidh forever.

Room 1624, The Flamingo Hotel

We're in the goddamn bridal suite now. Like I fucking care. Taryn is flitting round like a happy little chit that's gotten her way. Bacause she has. She bounces up to me and kisses me on tha lips. She practically throws herself onta me, grinding her damn cunt on mah leg like a dog in heat.

She pouts her lip, "Oh, come on, Drewy baby. It's our wedding night! We should be fucking already!"

I roll mah eyes, "Sorry but I'm not in tha fucking mood."

She puts her hands on her hips and squawks at me, "Well, you better get in the mood NOW! We have a lifetime of happiness and hot sex ahead of us, baby!"

I look at her with such malcontent and ire, I'm surprised fire isn't shooting out mah eyes, "Just sa ya know. Every time I touch ya, fuck ya, kiss ya. I'm gonna wish it was Dawn. I still love her, and I always will. I will never feel anything fer ya but hatred."

She glowers at me and shrugs, "As long as the fucking is hot, I don't care. And don't you dare even think about cheating on me. You will both regret it! But then again, she hates you now. And you married me. So, I won. Now, I'm going into the bathroom to put on my lingerie. You better be ready to fuck when I return. Oh and, here's your phone back, Drewy baby!"

He slaps tha phone in mah hands and skips off ta shut tha bathroom door behind her. I wish God er whatever entity is up there would just strike me er her fucking dead! I look at my Blackberry and I see the red light flashing. I have a message. Before I even listen, I start to tear up because I know immediately who it's from.

That's sweet Southern voice reverberates in mah brain like it has in mah dreams and memories: "Hey baby! It's me. You know, the girl you're supposed to marry today! I'm just checking in to see where you are. It's been a while since your sexy ass left my hotel room. I'm ready for this whenever you finish your business with her. I… I love you so much, Drew. I can't wait to be your wife. Whatever happens, it's you and me. That's all I need, baby. See you soon."

I slam tha phone down onta tha bed and fall onta it, screaming the name of tha woman I will love fer eternity inta tha pilla. Goddamn it! I'm trying ta control mah sobs so tha idiot won't here. All I wanna do is rage and destroy everything in mah path.

I pick up tha phone and call Dawn's number, praying against all logic that she will answer. She doesn't. I get her voicemail: 'Hey there, it's Dawn. I'm not available right now because I'm busy being WWE Superstar Crimson Vixen! Ha, I'm such a dork mark! Anyway, leave your name, number and a cute message and I'll get back to you. Love, peace, and flowers!' Beep.

My voice cracks as I whisper inta the receiver, "Mo ghraidh. I love ya. Tha only reason I married her was ta protect ya. She was gonna send yer nudes ta Vince and the news outlets. She was gonna ruin yer career. I couldn't let her do that. Ya worked too damn hard fer that. Last night was amazing. I will cherish what happened between us always. We still belong tagather, and ya know it. I don't know when er how, but one day, I will get ya back. Despite what ya say, ya still love me. And I love ya. Ferever, mo ghraidh."

I hit the End Call button, sending up a silent prayer that Dawn will listen ta mah message. But let's not fool mahself. She's gone. I regret tha day Taryn Terrell walked inta mah life, now as I see her stalking towards me, clad in tha skimpiest of outfits. She has lust in her eyes fer me. I have love in mah heart fer tha woman that was sapossed ta be mah wife taday.

Good thing I drank mahself inta a stupor at the reception. As I roll over onta mah back, I resign mahself ta mah fate as Taryn has her way with me. Practically tearing mah clothes off and toying with mah cock like she owns it. I guess she does now. But she'll never have mah heart. Kayla Dawn Chapman will always possess that.

Dawn POV

Phil has walked me to my hotel room door. He's being such a good friend. Well, either that or he's trying to pump information from me. I'm not in the mood to expose myself for being the biggest fucking fool on the face of the earth to anyone else at the moment.

He asks as I get my room key card out, "Vix, are you sure you're alright? What the hell was that with McIntyre?"

I sigh, "Everything is fine. I just need to get my stuff packed up so I can get to the airport."

He asks, "Do you want some help? You just seem…off. I'm a little worried about you. Youre not your normal spunky self."

I shake my head and manage a slight lift of the corners of my mouth, "No. Sorry, but I'm all out of spunk at the moment. I really just need to be alone. I'm a big girl, remember?"

He laughs, "Yeah, I know that all too well. I'll see you this weekend for the house shows."

He pulls me into a tight embrace. I didn't realize how bad I needed a big brother hug until this moment. I would always get those from Nic, but I'd rather be wrapped in shards of glass and dog shit than let that prick anywhere near me right now.

I pull back and say, "Thanks. See ya Saturday in Sandusky or wherever the fuck we'll be."

He laughs and walks to the elevator. I open the door, shut it, and proceed to slink down with my back to it. I start to hyperventilate as the heaving sobs of anguish and consuming grief finally escape my raspy throat. I unleash the mournful wail I've been dying to let go of as soon as I watched Drew kiss that gutter slut and let her take his last name.

The tears sting my eyes as I scream, "Goddamn it! Why? WHY? I let that motherfucker in AGAIN! Why am I so fucking stupid?"

With that, I feel my Blackberry buzzing in my clutch. I open it up and see the red light flashing. I look at my screen and see Missed Call: Drew Galloway. My hands are shaking with anger as I open the screen to my voicemails. I mark it as Listened and shove it back into my bag.

He has some damn nerve calling me while he's on his fucking wedding night! Did he not humiliate me enough last night? Does he actually want me to listen to him fucking that stupid cunt this time? I can't believe this! I was his damn fool yet AGAIN! I bring my knees up to my chin and wrap my arms around my legs.

I rock back and forth as my cries grow more sorrowful and angrier. I feel so pathetic! I should hate Drew Galloway with the passion of a thousand suns. I should curse myself for falling for him the moment our eyes met in that run down gym in Louisville, Kentucky almost three years ago.

But I don't. I still love him with as much fire in my heart and soul as I should have distain for him. But I have to forget that, don't I? He made his choice. He chose her. And now, I choose me. I promise myself that I will live how I want to live, fuck whoever I want to fuck, do whatever the fuck I please. I'm a single woman with my whole life ahead of me.

I will never love anyone ever again. I've learned the hard was that it's nothing but an inconvenience and distraction. I can't afford this bullshit ever again. I am the best female wrestler in the goddamn world and that will be the focus of my life. No more stupid fantasies of true love, marriage of children. I will forget Drew ever existed. He won't even be a memory. Just a mist that will float away in time.

But tonight is not the time…

Future Dawn and Drew POV

That should've been the end of our story. We were not meant to be after all. Think again. They say every great love story has some sadness and sour before you get to the honey. Well, with as acidic and acerbic as things have been before, it's nothing compared to what was ahead of us. But this only made the end game that much sweeter. Eventually…