Hello, my loves! I'm already back again with a new chapter! Another one I managed to write this chapter in one day. What can I say? I'm inspired by these two characters! 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, time for yet another slight skip ahead in the timeline. This time to Wrestlemania XXVI. A lot going on in both the lives of Drew and Dawn...and not all of it is good. Let's find out what happens at this historic event! 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.

March 28, 2010

University of Phoenix Stadium - Glendale, Arizona

"…And we know it's never simple, never easy. Never a clean break, no one here to save me. You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand. And I can't breathe without you, but I have to breathe without you, but I have to…" Taylor Swift (Breathe)

Drew POV

This guy from Eurosport was interviewing me earlier this week. He asked me, "A recent engagement, Intercontinental Champion, cherry picked by Mr. McMahon himself. All of that at 24 years of age. Is there anything in life that you don't have?"

Being tha smart ass I am, I said, Um…I dunno. I'd kinda like a solid gold toilet. If I could get that, I guess life would be pretty complete."

But of course, I lied. I'm sitting here backstage after tha bloody disappointment of losing tha Money In Tha Bank Ladder Match. I had been told that I was winning. Just like I had been told that I'd be going against Undertaker instead. Neither happened. I was given the Taker match on Smackdown. Of course I lost. Tha first blemish on mah main roster record.

But I have a sinking feeling it won't be tha last. This disappointment just sealed it. I don't wanna sound ungrateful, but I strongly feel like I'm way better than fucking Jack Swagger. But I sense that Vince and management are starting ta sour on me some. I've heard rumblings that a certain malcontent Pepsi drinking snake in tha grass with tha fragile little ego ta goes with his tiny dick is talking shit about me ta them.

He's using mah moods recently against me. All bacause he sees me as a threat ta his spot. I've never disrespected him or anyone intentionally. They take mah quiet and introverted nature as arrogance, and it's tha furthest thing from tha truth. Tha only ones I can trust at this point is Sheamus and Stu, who it sounds like will be getting called up soon with Heath Slater, mah buddy from FCW. Sounds like a lotta them will be coming up as well. It will be good ta be surrounded by guys that got mah back again.

Not helping me is Taryn's fucking antics backstage. She's still pissed that ECW folded a couple of months ago. She keeps demanding ta get air time on Smackdown. They shove her onta Superstars from time ta time. She keeps begging Johnny Ace fer a match fer the Divas Championship. She's really delusional if she thinks she's even close ta that level.

On top of that, she planned the wedding. We're getting married in just over a fucking month in Las Vegas. She planned it around a Smackdown episode so everyone on tha damn roster can attend, not giving two shits how inconvenient it is fer mah family ta come at that time. But everything is all about her. I didn't want this at all. I always imagined a beautiful outdoor ceremony with only closest family and friends. Of course, she's not tha one that I saw mahself committing my life ta. Fuck!

Her behavior backstage is being reflected onta me, but that's not all that's bothering me. Things are not good back home in Scotland. Mah family is still trying ta talk me outta marrying Taryn. Mum practically pleads with me ta dump her every time I get a chance ta talk ta her. But her recent news ta me has me completely torn apart. I want nothing more than ta drop everything and go home ta Ayr. But Mum told me no, that I haveta stay and make mah dreams come true. And that includes making things right with Dawn.

I'm looking at her right now. She's getting ready fer tha 10-Diva tag match. They have her teaming with Beth Phoenix, Eve Torres, Kelly Kelly and Mickie James. I can tell that bugs tha shit outta her. Knowing her like I do, she wants tha be defending that title and kicking ass. It's sa strange, but after all tha shit we've put each other through, I still feel sa in tune with her. And I will always want tha best fer her.

And when tha interviewer asked me is there anything in life I don't have, I had ta hide mah true feelings. Bacause what I want more than anything in this life is completely outta mah grasp. Dawn. I want Dawn. I don't give a fuck how much we've hurt each other, how cantankerous and combative our relationship has become. I love her and I want her more every day.

Dawn invades mah dreams every damn night. Memories of our time tagather swirl in mah brain on a constant loop. When I get a moment alone, whenever Taryn isn't either practically dry humping me or being a violent drunk with me, I take out mah phone and look at tha pictures and videos I took of her while we were dating. Especially those I took of her nude while we were making love.

Mah favorite is one I took by tha pool at her original condo in Tampa. We got a late night skinny dip in. She swam over ta me and said, those beautiful eyes looking like emeralds and those big tits wet outta tha water, "I love you, Drew." I sat tha phone down on tha edge, slid inta tha water, and showed her how much I loved her. I fucked her sa hard, she was biting mah shoulder and clawing mah back trying not ta scream and wake tha neighbors.

Fuck! She's talking ta her "Big Dave" now. God, I wanna vomit! I hate seeing them tagather. I wonder if he knows about her night with Morrison. It really is none of mah… Oh FUCK THAT! It is mah business! If I hadn't royally fucked up and put that ring on tha wrong fucking finger… I can feel mah damn career and life starting ta spiral… My Mum… Fuck, I need some air!

I breeze past tha two of them and everyone in tha hallway outside gorilla. I start stripping off my wrist tape in frustration and heading ta a hallway where I don't haveta look at them snogging and can get mah head back on straight. I don't know how much more of this shit I can take. I feel like I'm about ta explode!

Dawn POV

I'm warming up and getting ready for this fucking 10-Diva tag match. Why even bother? We were just told that we have less than four minutes. FOUR FUCKING MINUTES for the ten of us to make something out of nothing. All of us feel so disheartened and disappointed. But we are professionals and three and a half minutes at Wrestlemania is better than nothing. At least that's what I'm trying to tell myself.

Dave just came to me and told me that he wants to discuss something with me later tonight. I don't know what to make of this. He has been distant with me and disgruntled about WWE for some time now. Don't get me wrong. He has never been mean to me or taken anything out on me. Far from that. But we are not the house of fire we started as almost exactly two years prior.

Drew just brushed by me. As much as I wanna pretend he doesn't exist, I can tell something is really bothering him. There are rumblings that Vince and the Office are not happy with him for whatever reason they've made up. It can't be his in-ring work. It's been impeccable, and his promos have improved since taking the promo class.

But his slow, deliberate talking style throws me. I miss his fast-talking mumbling. I miss his voice talking just to me, period. But more than that, he has been acting incredibly moody. Like, something is really going on deep down. Out of curiosity, I broke down and asked Sheamus last week. He just shook his head and said, "I can't talk about it, Lass. Ya should try ta talk ta him about it."

Of course, I said there was no way in hell. But… Damn it, I am worried about him! Whether or not I can stand to look at him, I never wanna see him lose the dream he's worked so very hard for. I sigh and tell Kelly Kelly that I'll be right back. I go towards the area Drew disappeared into and look down an offshoot hallway. That's where I see Drew, sitting on a bench alone, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

I hesitantly and silently approach him. I don't even know what to say. Why should I even do so? He's getting ready to marry the wretched trash of Louisiana that he cheated on me with. I get the feeling that I shouldn't be here. It's HER job to comfort him and give him encouragement. Right? I shake my head and turn to leave and rejoin the ladies before this joke of a match.

But then, that voice that still calls to me in my slumbers practically begs, "Dawn, please don't go."

I freeze, trying not to tear up, and turn around. I tell him, "I saw you heading this way and you looked like… I don't know."

He pipes up, "Lost? Confused? Like I wanna just off tha fucking roof of this place? It's all true."

My eyes widen with this. I have never heard him have this morbid language before. My concern is now actual fear for him as I sit down next to him, "Hey now. It can't be that bad. You should be on top of the world right now. You have a major push going on and you're getting…" I can't even bring myself to say it without the bile rising in my throat."

He snarks, "What? Getting married in tha gawdiest place on Earth ta a chit I don't love in almost a month? Yeah, I'm just thrilled about that." I'm stunned by the revelation that he doesn't even love Taryn as he continues, "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I wanted something quiet and simple. Not Viva goddamn Las Vegas in front of all the guy and girls in tha locker room. And she planned that fucking party tha night bafer after tha Smackdown tapings just ta make sure everyone could witness this."

I sneer my lips as I bitterly spit out, "Yeah, I know. She took great pleasure in handing me the invitation to this fucking spectacle."

He groans, "I'm sa sorry. That was all her. I didn't wanna hurt ya like that. That's tha last thing I ever wanted ta do in any way."

I shrug, "It seems like that's all we seem to do these days. If you don't love her, why are you putting yourself through this?"

He says flatly, "Ya don't understand. I don't have a choice."

I look at him, his gaze looking down at the floor, "We all have choices, Drew. It's up to you to make the right ones."

He looks up but straight ahead, "Not always. I'm feel sa lost. There's sa much going on that I'm just holding in."

I'm starting to feel uncomfortable, "Well, I don't know if I'm the one you should confide in. I'm not the one you're about to marry."

I have to choke back tears on that one, but he comes at me with, "Tha ones I have confided in tell me tha same thing. They all tell me I'm making tha biggest mistake of mah life. I know I am, but it's not that simple. Plus, I…"

I look over and my heart of ice towards him starts to melt. I see tears coming out of those beautiful blue eyes and I move on my knees on front of him so I can meet his gaze, "Hey! Whatever is going on can't be that bad. If you feel like your storyline isn't going the way you wanted, the ship can always be righted."

He looks me dead in the eyes and now I'm the one that's lost. He hits me with the most terrible thing I can think of, "It's not just that. And it's not just Taryn being awful. Dawn, my Mum just found out she has cancer."

I gasp and put my hands over my mouth, "Oh no! Drew! Please tell me that's not true!"

He nods, "I wish like hell it was a lie. It's an aggressive female form of cancer. She's starting chemo after tha goddamn wedding. I wanna go back home and take care of her, but I can't. She even told me ta not even think about it. She wants me ta stay and gut this out."

I start to sob. I've always adored Angela Galloway from the first time I met her on the Skype call with Drew. I knew right away where he got his strength from and I could always could see the love and adoration between she and Drew. On my first trip to Scotland during our UK tour after my first Wrestlemania, she requested to meet with me. I declined, saying I was too busy with appearances. It wasn't a total lie, but I just couldn't see her after what went down between Drew, Taryn and myself.

I gently place my hand on his knee and say, "Oh Drew! I'm so very sorry. Angela has always been tough as hell. She dealt with the Cellebellar Ataxia her whole life. She's literally the strongest woman I've ever met. Did they say what stage it was?"

His chest heaved as he choked out, "Stage three."

I look at him and I don't see the young man that I'm always angry at. I see a sad little boy looking for someone to tell him that everything is gonna be alright. On pure instinct, I lean in close to him and throw my arms around his neck. I embrace him like I've wanted to for the last two years, tightly and warmly.

He slides his hands around my waist and pulls me closer, his strong arms at my back like he's clinging to me like a lifeline. I let him cry on my shoulder and my tears flow down my face and onto his chest. For this brief sweet moment, the world finally makes sense again. He and I together. And that's when I realize that we are bonded together by a deep and abiding love for life, no matter what we say or how bad we fuck things up.

I look up at him and cup his tear soaked cheek and whisper, "I can't tell you that she will make it through this. That form of cancer is brutal. My Aunt Iris survived barely, and they caught it early. But I do know that cancer is gonna get one hell of a fight from an incredibly strong woman. But no matter what happens, you will be OK. Do you understand? I don't wanna hear any more of that talk you had before. Angela needs your strength now. Don't you dare fall apart and think you can't go on. You can and you will stay strong for her, Andrew. Do you hear me?"

He just stares into my eyes and blinks away more tears, "Aye. Yer right. She needs me ta do tha right thing and stay strong. I have no right, but I need ta ask ya a favor. Very few people in tha company know about this. Only Stephen, Stu and Heath. I need ya to not say anything ta anyone."

I look at him like he's crazy, "Drew, you have to tell Vince and the Office about this. If you're having trouble with them, it would help explain so much."

I shakes his head "No. I don't want them ta them I'm asking fer time off or anything. Ya know how this business is. I will lose mah spot over this and I can't do that dishonor ta mah family and country. They're depending on me. I trust ya with mah life, Dawn. Please promise me ya won't say anything ta anyone!"

It's against my better judgment because this is something management should know, but I will not betray his trust. I nod, "OK. I promise. I won't say a word. I really am sorry, Drew."

He gives a slight lift of the corners of his mouth, just enough to see those dimples I loved from the moment I met him. That's when we both realize how close our faces, most importantly, our mouths are to each other. I really should pull away when he puts his forehead to mine, but I can't. My breathing is heavy and my pulse is pounding out of my throat as our lips almost feather against each other.

But then, the moment is ruined by that nauseating fucking voice and we are sent crashing back to reality, "DREW! Where are you? Mommy and Daddy are here to talk about the wedding! I need you! Where are you?"

Drew lifts his head and growls, "FUCK! I gotta go and ya haveta get ready fer yer match. It should be happening soon. I'll go up first and distract her sa she doesn't see ya come out. OK?" As I nod, not wanting that moment to end, Drew reads my mind and says, "I feel tha same. Ya know how I feel about ya. I always will." I'm left gob smacked and more confused about my feelings than ever as Drew walks to the hallway door.

I'm back in my hotel room. Freshly showered and in my black lace lingerie waiting for Dave to finally come by like he said he would. After what happened with Drew earlier, I really don't know what to say to him. I don't have a great feeling about his news as it is. Plus, I found out through the grapevine that he had fucked Milena Roucka, now known under the ring name of Rosa Mendes, my old friend from the OVW days.

Yes, we had always said we wouldn't hold each other to monogamy. And yes, I fucked John and Trent. But neither of them had been as close them him as Rosa and I had been at one point. But she most definitely took the side of and started buddying up with Taryn after all that went down during their time in FCW together. That was a total slap in the face at a time where I was getting those from all sides. It sucks, just like all the betrayals I've experienced in my life, but I'm better off knowing who I can and can't trust.

There is the knock on the door I was waiting on! I get up from the foot of the bed and open the door to a still devastatingly handsome Dave Batista, looking sexy as hell in a blue suit, even with the bandage on his forehead. He looks me up and down and smiles, "Damn it, Red. You really know how to make me feel welcome."

I laugh and allow him in as I say, "I figured the match with Cena was rough for you. So, I wanted to make things a little better. Hope this helps." I turn around so he can see me in all my glory, making sure he sees my thong and my breasts practically spilling out.

He takes my hand and pulls me against his thick, muscular body. My hands find his chest as his mouth descends on mine, his tongue plunging into me and finding mine, massaging it as I reciprocate his efforts. I am so worked up, I reached for the buttons on his shirt and start to undo them. My mouth drifts down and I start to lick his neck.

He groans and hums and he takes my hands in his, "Fuck, Red! You always make everything better. You sure as hell make it hard to talk when you're that damn hot."

I reach around my back and remove my bra and drop it to the floor. I rake my nails down his tattooed torso and look up at him as I fondle his already rigid dick through his britches, "Then let's not talk. Fuck me, Dave."

He doesn't waste a second more as he pulls me up roughly, his hands groping my ass. I slide down his body and drop to my knees in front of him. He tilts my chin up as my hands feverishly work to unfasten and unzip his belt. He kicks off his loafers as I pull down his pants and boxer briefs at once, his gigantic dick springing free from its confinement and swollen, ready for my lip service.

And I give him just that. As I work my hand on his shaft, I lick and suck on his head. He sits on the bed and grunts as I tease him, running my bottom lip and tongue from hilt to head several times. I go lower and take his sack into my mouth, my tongue running in between his testicles as my fist continues to caress him gently.

He thrusts his hands in my curly up-do and messes it up completely as I turn my attention back that giant member, taking all of it into my mouth slowly until the tip hits the back of my throat. I increase the suckage each time I take him into my hot wet mouth, my cheeks hollowing a little harder each time as I pick up the pace.

As Dave hisses, through gritted teeth, he grabs the back of my hair and pulls it back, causing me to lose contact with his head escaping my lips with a loud pop. He growls, "You're such a good girl, baby. Stand up and turn around. Let me see that sexy ass."

I lick the precum off him as I rise up and do as he commanded me to do. I feel the heat of his glare on my backside as he slips his fingers into each side of my panties. He jerks them down to my feet and I hastily kick them over to the side. He slides his gentle fingers along the inside of my leg. I'm shivering with anticipation as to what he will do next.

His voice is low and rumbly as he says, "Bend over and put that ass in my face. Put your hands on the desk in front of you."

His hands on my back, I do this only to moan as he starts to nibble and lick my ass cheek. His wondering fingertip has now started to pulse on my clit and hum with want. His long thick pointer and middle fingers enter my already wet walls as his tongue has reached my asshole. My nails are clawing the wood on the desk as he both tongue and finger fucks both my entrances simultaneously.

I holler as I start to orgasm, "Oh SHIT! Oh fuck! Oh Dr…Dave! I want you inside me! Please!" Shit! I had to catch myself! Did I really almost scream Drew's name with Dave? Goddamn it!

But either Dave didn't hear it or pretends he didn't (praying it's the latter) as he rises to his feet mounts me from behind. He uses his thumb and index finger of one hand to spread my soaking wet lips, then guides his dick to my entrance with the other. He teases me for a moment by pulling it away, only for me to buck back in him.

He chuckles, "You want it? You got it, baby."

I whine, "Fuck yes, I want it!"

He slides himself in slowly, sheathing himself fully into my heat as he fills me up, his large girthy dick stretching my walls to capacity. He withdrawls slightly, only to slam back hard into me, leaving me a quivering wanting mess as he really pounds me as hard as humanly possible. He reaches forward groping my breasts as he starts to pump me with a fury.

He grunts as he says with breathless emphasis, "Red! Oh FUCK! I feel that pussy clinching me! You want to cum real bad, don't you?"

I whimper, "Oh god YES! I'm about to cum! Oh SHIT! OHFUCKILOVEYOUDREW!"

We both climax and I feel his seed coat inside my walls, my womb, still quaking with orgasm and my pussy clamps around his throbbing hardness. He grasps my hips and forces them back over and over, milking our ecstasy for as long as possible. The sounds and smell of our sex hanging over the air like a cloud of lust. Because that's what our whole relationship has been about.

He pulls me up to where my back meets his chest and cups my breast, nibbling on my ear. He breaths in my ear, "I'm still hard. I need to finish again."

I nod as he withdrawls completely and spins me around by my shoulder. He picks me up pins my back against the wall, my legs apart as he thrusts back inside me. He ruts me as my hands clings to his massive back, my nails dinging in his skin. A picture falls off the wall as he fucks me hard and unforgiving. I quickly feel him tense and coils up and with a few sloppy last thrusts, he spills himself inside me again, our slickness now all over both our groins and thighs.

As I'm gasping for air, he takes my mouth in a long, deep kiss as he carries me to the bed, his dick still fully sheathed inside. He lays me down gently on the bed, his body covering mine. He continues to kiss me as he touches my skin gently all over. He breaks from the kiss and smiles at me as he removes himself from my heat quickly and plops over on his side.

My breathing is starting to regulate as he props himself up on his elbow. He grins, "That was amazing as always. You almost made me forget what I wanted to talk to you about."

I turn to him and caress his giant muscular arm, "It must be pretty serious. But I'm happy you took the time for what just happened. That's at least in the top three times we've fucked."

He laughs, "OK, you sexy thing. Let's get cleaned up and dressed. I really do have something to say."

After we are sufficiently cleansed and attired, this time I put my actual black tank top and shorts pajamas on, I sit on the bed and say, "OK, I'm intrigued. What is so important?"

He sits beside me and puts his hand on my knee. He looks pensive yet resolute at the same time as he starts, "You're one of the first ones to know outside of me and management. But my contract is expiring in May right after Over The Limit. I've decided to not to re-sign. I'm leaving pro wrestling."

My jaw must actually be on the floor and my eyes like saucers as I react, "Wait, what? You're quitting? I knew you haven't been happy for some time. But I thought you had maybe turned a corner in the last few weeks."

He shakes his head, "No. I have a compression on my spine that needs to heal. And this is not the company I loved anymore. It's now just a toy machine. They're making it so PG for children. I'm not happy and I haven't been since Vince fined me all that damn money for blading."

I nod as I realize, "That's not all you're leaving me behind. Is it? You're breaking things off with me. Aren't you?"

He confirms, "Red, it's for the best. You're so young. You have a full, incredible life and career ahead of you. Being with me would only weigh you down."

I can't believe this! I tell him emphatically, "You have never weighed me down! I've loved being with you."

He cradles my face, "And I with you. You have been the one thing that has made the last two years bearable for me. But let's not kid each other into thinking this is some grand love story. You know your heart belongs to someone else and always has."

I roll my eyes, "That's not tr…" I can't even finish the phrase. It is true, but I will not take the blame for all of this, "So, I was nothing but a place to stick your dick in while you contemplated your new life path. I'm fine just for a fuck! Is that it?"

He stands up in frustration, "No, Dawn. I have had genuine feelings for you from the beginning. But I never intended for us to be forever. You always knew that! I've been burned too many times for a commitment like you need and deserve. And anyone with eyes can see how much you love Drew."

I stand up like a shot, "Wait, hold on! I never said that to you!"

He snaps his head to me, "Do you think I'm stupid? I heard all about what happened between you, him and Taryn. I've known all along how deeply in love the two of you were and still are! He looks at you like a pining puppy dog still to this day! I can't blame him. You are incredible, beautiful and full of life. And can you stop pretending that you didn't just scream his name while we were fucking just now?"

I start to cry, "No I did…" A wave of guilt, shame and realization hits me like a tsunami. My ass crashes back onto the bed and I'm heaving through my sobs, "Oh god! Dave, I'm so very sorry! I don't know what to say."

He sighed and kneels before me. He puts his hands on my thigh and murmurs, "Dawn, it's OK. Like I said, you are young and beautiful. And from what I can tell and have heard, you and Drew had a very deep love that was ripped away from you. You both have unresolved feelings for each other. That stuff doesn't just go away. If it's any consolation, I hope one day, you can find your way back to each other."

I huff, "Yeah, he's marrying her in almost a month. It's not happening."

He smiles, "If he goes through with this farce, he's a fool. I love you. But I love you enough to let you go and find real happiness. I will always cherish our time together. And if you ever need a friend or a large shoulder to cry on, I will always be there for you."

I sniffle and let him lead me to standing by the hands, "I love you too. You're a good man, Dave Bautista. I'm going to miss you when you're gone."

He chortles, "You're probably the only one. But do me this favor. Don't let anyone, Drew or any other person, define your self worth. You're too bright of a light in this world to be diminished. Got it?"

I raise up on my tip toes and kiss him one last time on the cheek. I nod and say, "I got it. I guess I'll see you around."

He jokes as he opens my hotel room door, "Not if I see you a square."

I can't help but laugh, "Still as corny as ever."

Dave looks into my eyes and says, "You really are the best I've ever had. In every way. Love you, Red."

He uses his fingertips to blow me one last kiss and walks away as the door shuts. I collapse on the bed in tears. Everything Dave said to me was one hundred percent true. I wipe my eyes as the reality hits me. The man that I love will be married to another soon. That horrendous pain in my chest is back. My phone starts to ring, and grumble as I see my Caller ID: Nic Nemeth.

I pick up and say, "Nic, this is not the best time."

Nic replies, "I know it's late, but I wanted to ask you something. Look, I know Taryn invited you to that fucking wedding and party. That was evil as hell of her to do. But listen, Nikki and I broke up earlier tonight."

I'm genuinely in shock as I say, "Oh damn! Nic, I'm sorry! God, I've said that phrase too many times tonight."

Nic says, "Yeah, it's for the best. But I know that day is going to be super hard for you. You're my best friend and I want to be there for you. Let me be your date for this shit show. Only as friends. Hello, Dawn. Are you there?"

My brain just went into overdrive. I will need something (a lot of alcohol) or someone (a guy who's always made Drew insanely jealous) to get through this, one way or another. I finally respond, "No, I'm here. Nic, you got yourself a date."