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Forever
 Written by CC

Chapter One
 
THE PRESENT 
 
The streets were slick with rain as sirens 
pierced the night. As 
more police cars approached the scene, red and 
blue colors lit up 
the midnight sky. Chaos was everywhere. No one 
could believe this 
happened in their peaceful countryside, yet it 
did. 
 
Detective Windsor approached the ranch with 
authority. His face 
hardened by years of crime. 
As he reached the dark wooden door, a younger and 
much inexperienced 
officer, was running out, with his hand to his 
mouth trying to 
restrain the bile that was threatening to come 
out.
 
Windsor stopped at the door and reached in his 
pocket for some kind 
of ointment. 
 
"What have we got Summers?" he said as he placed 
the sticky gel 
under his nose. 
 
"Two bodies sir, male and female. At this time we 
believe it to a 
homicide and a suicide." Summers replied with his 
head bowed.
    
Windsor looked at the middle aged officer with 
disgust. 
 
"C'mon Summers, you've seen this before. How many 
times do I have to 
tell you to leave your emotions at home. This is 
why you'll never be 
more than just an officer." And with that Windsor 
stepped inside. 
 
After taking three steps inside he found himself 
stopped dead in his 
tracks, as the scene in front of him told the 
story. After so many 
years of being immune to the rapes, gruesome 
deaths, dealing with 
the gang bangers and all of their excitement, he 
never thought he 
would find himself caught up in such a bizarre 
and horrifying crime.
 
 
Chapter Two 
 
 
VALENTINE'S DAY 1991
 
Smoke filled the bar as the sounds of people 
enjoying themselves 
could be heard all the way back to the lobby of 
the hotel. At the 
back of the bar were a group of large men 
laughing, cavorting, and 
traveling down the memory lane of life on the 
road.
 
"I'll never forget that time you took William's 
car and didn't come 
back until an hour before your flight!!!" Charles 
replied laughing 
as his memory reminded him of the stern look on 
William's face as he 
grabbed the car keys from the huge carrot topped 
athlete who was 
grinning from ear to ear.
 
"I even remember what you told him, you said and 
I quote, "I told 
you I'd be back in time for your flight!!!!" 
Laughter erupted from 
each and everyone of the big men, including Mark, 
who was the target 
of the game they were playing entitled "Memory 
Lane". 
 
"Yeah, but man, she really was......"Mark stopped 
mid sentence as he 
noticed the two women walking into the bar. Well, 
actually one in 
particular. She was a long legged blonde beauty 
who was helping her 
friend with her luggage. 
 
"What the......aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh" Charles 
said as he and the 
rest of the men at the table,  followed Mark's 
eyes to see what had 
captured the big man's attention.
 
"I'm never taking Southwest ever again!!!" Said 
an exasperated Renee 
as she threw herself into the booth. 
 
"C'mon, let it go. It's over, your home, and I'm 
dying to hear all 
about your trip." Lanelle exclaimed trying to 
cheer her best friend 
up.  
 
"Okay, but first I need a drink!!!"Renee said as 
she threw her long 
dark hair over her shoulder searching for a 
waitress.
 
Glancing back at Mark, Charles winked and said, 
"Now that is one 
hell of a woman!!!! And her friend ain't to too 
bad either!!!!" 
 
"Yo, man, did you hear what I said?" Charles said 
waving his hand in 
front of Mark's face.
 
"Huh, uh, oh yeah, yeah I heard what you said," 
Mark said as he 
slowly came back to reality.
 
"I think you should go for it."
 
"What are you talking about?"
 
"You know what I'm talking about."
 
Shaking his head Mark empathetically said "No 
way! She's not like 
that."
 
"I never said she was."
 
 
Chapter 3
 
 
Charles had seen that look so many times before, 
yet, for some 
reason, the look on the face of his closet friend 
troubled him. 
Though married for only 2 years, he knew Mark was 
miserable at home. 
All the hard core partying the two of them had 
shared on the road, 
the drugs, the booze, and the women, but there 
was something 
different about this one. 
 
"Finally" Renee said as the waitress approached 
them.
 
"What can I get ya ladies?"
 
"A rum and coke for me." 
 
"I'll just take a Shirley Temple." Lanelle said 
digging through her 
wallet.
 
"Oh, it's been taken care of"
 
"By who?"
 
"The red haired gentleman at the back of the bar" 
the waitress said 
as she sauntered off.
 
Both women turned around and for the first time 
Lanelle locked eyes 
with Mark. Not a word was said, the chemistry was 
electric.
 
Chapter Four
   
In a flash the waitress was back. Smiling Renee 
grabbed her drink 
and said to the waitress, "Thanks!!!"
 
As she turned to face Renee a stunned  Lanelle 
said, "Yeah, thank 
you." 
 
"Well, don't thank me, thank him" the snotty 
waitress said as she 
put Lanelle's drink in front of her and walked 
away. 
 
"Drink up baby!!! Looks like you've got a secret 
admirer!!!" giggled 
Rene.
 
"Yeah, I guess so," and with drink in hand 
Lanelle turned back 
around to get a better look at this hunk of a  
man.
 
Mark noticed her looking at him. Slowly raising 
his glass to her, he 
gently licked the rim of the glass and took a 
sip. A shiver ran down 
her spine as she weakly smiled, raised her glass, 
and took a sip.
 
Turning back around she suddenly felt breathless. 
Who was this man 
and why was she feeling this way. 
 
Chapter Five
 
Feeling a good buzz in his head and mighty 
confident, Mark slowly 
made his way over to his prey. 
 
"May I join you two ladies?" He asked.
 
Renee glanced at a blushing Lanelle, smiled, and 
looking up at Mark 
said, "Absolutely, have a seat!"
 
Shortly thereafter Charles joined them, while the 
rest of the guys 
went back up to their rooms. The four of them 
sat, talked, and 
laughed until they heard that infamous last call.      
As they walked from the bar into the lobby, Mark 
gently took 
Lanelle's arm and pulled her aside. 
 
"I don't know about you, but I'm not ready to say 
goodbye."
 
Lanelle's knees felt weak as she looked into his 
piercing green 
eyes. 
 
"Mark, I can't."
 
"Look, you know my situation at home and I 
promise you, nothing will 
happen, unless you want it to," Mark said 
grinning at the last part. 
 
Lightly laughing with her head bent down, she 
looked back up at him 
knowing, somehow, somewhere in her heart, she 
could trust him.
 
"Okay."
 
Renee ended up getting a room for the her and 
Lanelle, Charles hung 
out with her, while Lanelle  followed Mark to his 
suite. The night 
was spent talking, laughing, and just plain 
getting to know one 
another. 5:30AM found the pair asleep on the bed, 
fully clothed, and 
in each others arms. 
 
Chapter Six
 
"MMMMMMMMM" Mark groaned as the obnoxious ringing 
of the phone 
brought him back to reality from his heavy sleep.
 
"Hello" he sharply answered.
 
A way too cheerful voice replied, "This is your 
wake up call for 
8:30."
 
"Yeah, yeah. Okay, thanks," and he slammed the 
phone back down.
 
Starting to wake up, Lanelle wondered where the 
hell she was and who 
was in her bed. She slowly opened her eyes and an 
enormous, but 
beautiful chest greeted her good morning. As she 
began to tilt her 
head upwards to its owner she once again met 
those intense green 
eyes. 
 
"Morning," Mark barely whispered with a smile.
 
"Mmmmm, morning," she said as she began to 
stretch.
 
Suddenly realizing it was a weekday, Lanelle sat 
straight up and 
asked, "Oh shit, what time is it?" 
 
"8:30, why?"
 
"God, I gotta go!!!" And with that Lanelle hopped 
out of bed and 
headed for the door. 
 
Before he knew what he was doing, Mark ran after 
her and caught her 
arm just before she was about to open the door.
 
"Where do you think you're going?" Mark 
questioned her.
 
"Mark, let go, I've got to go to work," pleaded 
Lanelle.  
 
"On one condition."
 
"What?"
 
"Give me your phone number." 
 
Not sure of what she just heard she asked,  
"What?" 
 
"Give me your phone number."
 
"Oh, okay." And with that she wrote her number on 
the hotel's 
stationary. 
 
"Seriously, I've got to go!!!"
 
"Okay. Take care of yourself and I'll talk to ya 
soon."
 
"You too." 
 
Mark bent down and lightly kissed her cheek. With 
a smile on his 
face, he watched her make her way down the hall 
to the elevator. 
Once she reached the elevator, feeling his eyes 
upon her, she turned 
and looked back at him. Giggling at his goofy 
grin, she stepped 
inside and disappeared.   
 
 
Chapter Seven
 
THREE DAYS LATER
 
"I'll get it," screamed Renee as she rounded the 
corner and grabbed 
the phone.
 
Breathlessly she answered, "Hello?"
 
A deep baritone voice greeted her back, "Uh, hi, 
is Lanelle there?"
 
"Yeah, hold on-LANELLE, phone!!!!" Renee 
screamed.
 
"Got it!! Hello?"
 
Upon hearing her voice Mark couldn't help but 
smile. "Hey, how are 
ya?"
 
"Who is this?"
 
"You have got to be kidding. Don't you know who I 
am?" Mark asked 
getting slightly annoyed.
 
Giggling she answered, "Of course I do silly!! 
How are you?"
 
"You bad girl, I'll remember this!" Mark 
snickered.
 
They discussed everything under the sun and the 
comfort they felt 
with one another was amazing. It was as if they 
had known each other 
forever.  
 
"I want to see you again. I'm coming back  to 
California in a month 
for Wrestlemania, how about I get you some seats 
and an all access 
backstage pass."Lanelle couldn't help but smile, 
she had never been 
to a wrestling match and the idea of seeing him 
again made her 
shiver with delight. Even if they were "just 
acquaintances." Then, 
her smile faded as she remembered. 
 
"But what about your wife?" 
 
"She'll be there, but what about her? Look we've 
done nothing wrong 
and last time I checked, there's nothing wrong 
with having a female 
friend."
 
"Is that all you see me as?" she seductively 
asked.
 
"Woman, don't start something you can't 
finish!!!" he aggressively 
answered.
 
"Okay, I'm sorry. If you're sure it's alright, 
I'd love to see what 
you do for a living."
 
Smiling, he said, "I can't wait to see ya, I'll 
call ya soon." 
 
Chapter 8
 
Mark was true to his word and called at least 
once a week and if his 
schedule allowed it, sometimes even more. He 
never met anyone that 
was so easy to talk to. Plus, the fact that she 
was there for him 
during the good times and the bad. Sure the 
partying, the drugs, and 
the women continued, but in the back of his mind 
he was always 
thinking of her. 
 
As the month came to a close Mark found himself 
beginning to tire 
the life he once adored. He started looking 
forward to his 
conversations with Lanelle and began to realize 
that his feelings 
were much more than lust. 
 
WRESTLEMANIA WEEKEND
 
"Thanks for the tickets and the backstage pass, 
but you didn't have 
to spring for a hotel room." Lanelle said 
dumbfounded. 
 
"I wanted to. It's stupid for you to drive back 
and forth, besides 
this way hopefully we can get together and grab a 
bite to eat or 
something. I gotta go to a meeting. I'll talk to 
ya later." Mark 
said and he hung up.
 
Renee came out of the bathroom towel drying her 
hair and looking 
around the room.
 
"I can't believe he did this for you. The man has 
got it bad!!!"
 
"What are you talking about?"
 
"Oh, don't play dumb with me, you know what I'm 
talking about."
 
"Yeah, well, don't forget he's married!!!"
 
"So what!"
 
"Renee!!! How can you say that?" 
 
"Because it's obvious he wants you!!!"
 
"Well, I'm not gonna give my heart to someone 
who's already taken, 
I'm not gonna be sloppy seconds!!!" And with that 
Lanelle stormed 
into the bathroom to take a shower. 
 
The weekend went well with only a few 
conversations shared between 
Mark and Lanelle, but she didn't mind she was 
tearing it up with 
Renee. When all of a sudden st 5:30 PM on 
Saturday someone was 
banging on Lanelle's door.
 
 
 
Chapter Nine
 
"Jesus, who the hell is that?" asked a startled 
Renee.
 
"I don't know? But there's one way to find out!" 
Lanelle said as she 
headed toward the door.
 
"Let's get something to eat!!! I'm starving!!!" 
said an extremely 
angry Mark.
 
"What's the matter?"
 
"I don't want to talk about it. Let's just go!!!"
 
"Okay. Let me grab my purse."
 
Renee lipped "What's wrong", Lanelle just 
shrugged her shoulders and 
waved bye.
 
They found themselves at one of the hotel's 
restaurants and as the 
night progressed Mark began to calm down. Later 
that night found 
them at the bar where Mark finally admitted that 
his wife had pissed 
him off and he just had to get away.
 
"Why don't you go talk to her, make things 
right." Lanelle said 
trying to be helpful.
 
"Fuck her!!! She's gonna act this way, she can 
just sit and wait!!!" 
And with that Mark downed the rest of his 
whiskey. Obviously this 
was the end of the discussion. 
 
Mark and Lanelle had a blast. She met several of 
Mark's friends 
while everyone was joking around and being silly. 
Lanelle got a kick 
out of the fans that came up to him asking for 
his autograph. Some 
were shy, some were excited as hell, some were 
frozen, and others 
just freaked out!!! It was a hoot!!! All the 
while Mark was amazed 
at how patient she was and actually enjoyed the 
craziness that 
always accompanies the wrestling world.   
They ended up closing the bar and the two of them 
found themselves  
talking in the lobby until 3AM. 
 
"Well, I think it's time to call it a night." 
yawned Lanelle.
 
"Okay, I guess I should get back to my room. 
Hopefully she's asleep 
and I won't have to deal with her bitching!"
 
Mark walked Lanelle back to her room and smiled 
as she turned back 
around after opening it.
 
"Thanks for being there as always." 
 
"Anytime." And they kissed each other on the 
cheek. As she closed 
the door, Mark sighed,
turned on his heel, and headed toward the 
elevator.
 
 
 Chapter 10
 
Sunday was finally here and though Mark never got 
a chance to speak 
to Lanelle, he saw her, 3rd row, front and 
center, having the time 
of her life with Renee. Lanelle couldn't get over 
the matches and 
the excitement they generated. To put it simply, 
it was a male soap 
opera and she loved every minute of it. 
 
Back at the hotel Renee and Lanelle were getting 
ready to go out 
when the phone rang.
 
"Hello?" Lanelle answered.
 
"Hey, what did ya think of the show?"
 
"I thought it was great, but you're crazy for 
doing this night after 
night after night."
 
Mark laughed at her truthfulness.
 
"Yeah, well, someone's got to do it. Listen, I 
can't see ya tonight 
cause there is this big company party I have to 
go to, but I'll call 
ya real soon."
 
"That's okay. Renee and I were getting ready to 
hit the town anyway."
 
Mark's tone slightly changed.
 
"Where are you going?"
 
"I don't know. We were going to see what's 
around."
 
"Okay, just be good."
 
"Aren't I always?"
 
"Yeah, well, I'll talk to ya soon."
 
"Okay take care." said Lanelle as she hung up.      
 
Mark stayed on the phone until the line went 
dead. 
 
 
Chapter 11
 
The rest of the year went by pretty fast with 
Mark calling Lanelle 
about once or twice a week. Their friendship grew 
with time and 
their bond became unbreakable. One night, or 
should I say morning, 
around 2:30AM, Lanelle's phone urgently rang.
 
"Hello?" she answered half asleep.
 
"I can't believe that BITCH!!!"  screamed Mark.
 
"What's the matter?" Lanelle asked starting to 
wake up. 
 
"Oh, nothing!!! Just that the slut cheated on me 
is all!!!"
 
"What!!! Wait a minute, how do you know this?"
 
"I had my doubts all along, so I hired a private 
investigator. I 
just got the pictures."
 
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry." 
 
Mark was pacing back and forth like a wild 
animal, running his long 
fingers through his shoulder length auburn hair. 
He cradled the 
phone after every sentence, so that he could take 
a swig of whiskey 
from the bottle that was in his other hand.
 
"Have you talked to her?" Lanelle asked knowing 
that was the wrong 
thing to ask, but it was too late. 
 
"Of course not, I've got to figure out what the 
hell I'm gonna do 
first!!"
 
"What do you mean?" 
 
Mark was still pacing as he remembered the 
conversation he had with 
his wife only a couple of days ago when he was 
home. His stomach 
began to turn, he became dizzy, and as he felt 
for the chair to sit 
down in, he said, 
 
"On top of everything else, she's pregnant!!!" 
 
 
Chapter 12
 
Lanelle had not heard from Mark since that 
disturbing night call and 
was wondering how he was doing when all of a 
sudden the phone rang.
 
Hoping it was him she answered "Hello?"
 
"Hey babe! Listen I can't talk, but I made 
arrangements for you to 
come to Survivor Series with me and then to have 
Thanksgiving with 
my family."
 
Stunned she stuttered, "WWWWWhat?"
 
"You heard what I said."
 
"Mark, I can't. I have school, work, and my mom 
and I were planning 
on getting together-"
 
Mark shook his head irritated and interrupted 
her, "You can do that 
next year. Babe, I need you, now more than ever. 
Don't choose now to 
let me down."
 
At least a minute of silence went by between 
them. Finally Lanelle 
said
 
"Okay. I'll talk to my mom."
 
Mark let out a sigh of relief, "Great! I'll have 
the plane ticket 
waiting for you at the counter and a limo will be 
waiting for ya 
when you get to Detroit. I can't wait to see 
ya!!!" And with that he 
hung up. 
 
Teasing her Renee asked, "Was that Mark?" 
 
"Yeah, he `s getting me a plane ticket for 
Detroit and then we are 
gonna spend Thanksgiving with his family" she 
said staring off into 
space still in shock. 
 
"MMMMM, sounds to me like the marriage is over 
and you're gonna be 
Thanksgiving's dessert."
 
Snapping back to reality Lanelle said, "Get 
serious!"
 
"I am!!!"said Renee as she strutted off to get 
her laundry.
     
Lanelle just stood there. Immediately two things 
entered her mind, 
how is she going to explain this to her mother 
and why was he in 
such a good mood? Then, dawning on her for the 
first time, she began 
to ponder, what were his expectations?
 
 
Chapter 13
 
It was the day before Survivor Series and it was 
FREEZING!!! Having 
lived in California most of her life, she wasn't 
used to the 
elements, but she had always learned to adapt 
quickly and this time 
would be no different. The flight had been long, 
but good and as she 
walked down the long corridor she saw a man 
holding a sign with her 
name on it. She showed him her ID, they grabbed 
her luggage, and off 
to the hotel they went. After playing with the 
electronic devises, 
she poured herself a coke, smiled, and thought to 
herself, "I could 
get used to this!" They pulled up to a HUGE First 
Class hotel and 
the driver told her he would take care of her 
bags. She walked 
inside and stood in awe of the cathedral like 
ceilings. Getting her 
senses back together, she walked up to the desk, 
and just as Mark 
had instructed, she gave her name and the company 
she was registered 
with-The WWF.
 
The clerk smiled and said, "That will be the 
Cheshire Suite." 
 
After showing her how to get there, he handed her 
the key and 
said, "If you have any questions or problems, 
please feel free to 
contact us immediately. Have a wonderful stay."
 
Lanelle smiled and said, "Thank you."
 
As she entered the suite she once again was in 
awe. The rooms were 
HUGE!!! Especially the bed. As she walked around 
she noticed a vase 
full of a dozen red roses with a note attached.
 
It read: 
 
Hope your flight was good. Had to go to a 
meeting. Make yourself at 
home & I'll see ya soon.
 
Love,
Mark
 
Lanelle smiled as she put the note down and 
sniffed the roses. The 
heavenly scent headed straight to her brain. What 
is it about this 
man that makes her do whatever he says? She 
barely knows him, yet 
she would drop everything to be by his side. Has 
he truly gained 
control over her? 
 
Out of nowhere, her smile began to fade as her 
mind drifted back to 
their last conversation about his marriage.
 
Panicking,  she thought to herself "What am I 
doing here?"   
 
Chapter 14
 
Lanelle fell asleep watching TV. It was early 
evening when Mark 
entered the suite. He saw the TV going and saw 
her sprawled out 
across the bed. He smiled to himself as he 
thought about the 
delicious news he wanted to share, but lost all 
concentration as he 
approached the bed. What lay before him was a 
sight too beautiful 
for words. She was lying on her stomach, her 
golden hair fanned out 
on the other side of the pillow. Her left arm was 
under the pillow 
her head was resting on and the other was 
cradling the pillow next 
to her. Mark's green eyes glistened as he 
pictured  himself as that 
pillow. Her light pink lips were slightly pursed, 
just ripe for 
kissing. He wanted her. From day one he wanted 
her, but did she want 
him? What if she said no? After all, regardless 
of whatever feelings 
were shared, their relationship was strictly 
platonic. What if she 
was seeing someone else? He began to see red at 
the thought of her 
being with another. Mark took a silent but deep 
breath as he tried 
to calm himself down. He had to know. She began 
to stir as she felt 
a presence in the room.
 
She slowly opened her eyes, smiled and said, 
"Hi."
 
He sat down next to her and gently kissing her 
nose he said, "Hey 
sleepy head. Are you hungry?"  
"Yeah. I'm starved!"
 
Laughing he said, "Hey, that's my line! Let's get 
you some food." He 
held out his hand, she took, it, and he helped 
her out of bed.
 
They were seated near the fireplace at one of the 
hotel's 
restaurants. Lanelle could sense that something 
was weighing on 
Mark's mind.  Knowing he didn't like anyone 
butting their nose into 
his business she cautiously asked, "Are you 
okay?"
 
"Yeah. I just have something to tell you and I'm 
not sure how you 
are going to respond."
 
"You should know me by now, you can tell me 
anything. What's up?'
 
Downing the last of his whiskey he said, "Okay, 
here it goes. Jill 
and I are separated."
 
"What? What about the baby?"
 
"She doesn't even know who the father is. I told 
her I'd see her 
through the pregnancy. Then after the baby is 
born, blood tests will 
confirm who the father is."
 
"What are you going to do if you're the father?"
 
Mark snorted, "I highly doubt that'll be the 
case. I only saw her a 
couple of days that month."
 
Looking shocked and rather confused Lanelle 
timidly asked, "So, what 
are you trying to tell me?"
 
Licking his lips and taking a deep breath Mark 
replied, "Just what I 
said, Jill and I are separated. What I want-is 
you."
 
Chapter 15
 
After what seemed like an eternity, Mark and 
Lanelle finally reached 
the front door of their suite.
Once inside, Mark watched Lanelle intently. 
 
"You haven't said much since I told you how I 
feel."
 
She began to tremble as she managed to say, "What 
do you want me to 
say?"
 
Slowly, he stalked towards her. "Well, for 
starters, how do you feel 
about me?"
 
Lanelle had never seen this side of Mark and 
wasn't so sure she 
wanted this conversation to continue. She began 
to back up until her 
back was against the wall. Mark placed both hands 
against the wall. 
One to the left of her head and the other to the 
right. Feeling like 
a trapped animal, she looked down. 
 
"Answer me." he growled.         
 
Lanelle looked up and felt his eyes pierce right 
through to her very 
soul. Breathlessly she whispered, "I want you, 
too."
 
Mark slowly dipped his head and gently brushed 
his lips with hers. 
He lightly groaned as she deepened the kiss. 
Slowly, he began to 
feel every inch of her body. This was what he had 
waited nine LONG 
months for, even if it killed him, this was going 
last. He lowered 
his head and began  to kiss her neck. Down, down, 
and further down 
he went, then teasingly slowly he let his tongue 
find it's way back 
up her neck, then to ear where he gently kissed 
it and 
whispered, "I've wanted you since day one."
 
Gasping for breath she tried to reply, but 
couldn't find the words. 
God, what was happening to her. No man has ever 
had this much effect 
on her before. His hands brushed across her 
breasts and down her 
waist and thighs, crossing between her legs and 
back up her rear. 
All the while Lanelle was lost, out of control, 
and ceased to exist. 
Mark was in ecstacy as he took full control and 
guided her on a trip 
from which they would never return. Roughly 
grabbing her arms and 
pulling her back into the wall, he looked deep 
into her eyes and 
asked, "What do you want?"
 
"I-I-I w–w-w-ant" she stuttered nervously.
 
"Who?"
 
"You. You, you, you." and with that she pulled 
him to her and they 
fell to the rug.     
 
Chapter 16
 
SURVIVOR SERIES 1991
 
Last night had been incredible for both of them. 
They spent the 
whole night making love. The following day wasn't 
much different. 
The one thing that stood out in Lanelle's mind 
was the immediate 
change she noticed in Mark The first time they 
made love he was 
gentle and romantic, but every time thereafter, 
the sex became more 
and more aggressive. She passed it off as him 
just being who he is, 
a physically  intense athlete. 
 
She was in his dressing room when he got the 
knock that his match 
was up.
Dressed in full Undertaker attire and in complete 
character he 
said, "Walk with me."
 
They walked down a long, dark corridor. Finally 
reaching the 
curtain, there was a couple of trunks stacked on 
top of one another. 
He patted the top trunk and she jumped on top of 
it to sit down. She 
felt his eyes bore into hers, as he bent his head 
down, and began to 
kiss her. Their tongues began to wrestle as he 
was fighting for 
dominance. His arms remained at his sides as the 
first and second 
gong of his music began. Pulling back while 
ending the kiss, he 
looked deeply in her eyes and coldly said, "Don't 
ever leave me." 
And with that he walked through the curtain and 
down the ramp.   
 
Needless to say, Mark won the championship belt 
that night and 
everyone celebrated. The celebrating didn't end 
there as the next 
day found Mark taking her home to meet his 
family. Lanelle had a 
blast. For the first time in her life she felt 
like she belonged to 
a family. Having been an only child, whose 
parents divorced when she 
was eight, she never experienced true family 
sense. Mark's father, 
Frank, and her had much in common as she was 
studying to be a 
journalist and he was a reporter. They talked 
about law, yellow 
journalism (tabloids), and all other aspects of 
that world. 
 
At one point in the conversation Frank spoke up, 
"You better hold on 
to this one Mark, she's a keeper!" 
 
With a wink of his eye, he replied, "I plan to 
dad!"
 
His mother, Catherine, was also very genuine and 
took an immediate 
liking to Lanelle. As well as all of his 
brothers. Early on it 
became obvious to her that somehow his family 
knew about her well in 
advance. This had her wondering when all of a 
sudden she felt a hand 
on her thigh and a whisper in her ear, "I think 
they like you." Mark 
smiled. 
 
The following day she went with Mark to get his 
first Harley. It was 
a present to himself for winning the 
championship. He was on top of 
the world, and with Lanelle by his side, there 
wasn't anything he 
couldn't accomplish. Mark smiled as he was riding 
back home with his 
ladylove's arms wrapped around him. Yes indeed, 
life was good. The 
question is how long would it last? 
 
 
Chapter 17
 
Several months had passed as Mark and Lanelle 
explored their new 
relationship. Many times she found herself being 
woken up in the 
middle of the night, but all was good when she 
heard that sexy, 
husky, drunken, baritone voice. They brought the 
New Year in 
together on the phone because Mark had to work 
One night after 
hanging up with her, he laid back down on the 
bed, smiling, and 
thinking to himself she's a dream come true. 
Finally he met someone 
who truly understood the business and never 
nagged him. Oh she 
missed him alright and was vocal about it, but 
she gave him the 
space he needed. No questions asked. I guess it 
was because she also 
had a life. Lanelle wasn't just sitting around 
waiting for him to 
come home or trying to trap him by having kids, 
no, she loved him 
for who he truly is, not for what he does. One 
morning the guys went 
out for breakfast and as they were sitting in the 
booth, Charles 
decided to have a little fun with Mark.
 
"How's Lanelle doing?"
 
"Oh, she's fine, real fine."
 
Laughing Charles said, "I bet."
 
Mark's smile began to fade and started getting 
defensive. "What is 
that supposed to mean?"
 
With his hands raised and his shoulders shrugged 
Charles 
replied, "Nothing. Man, I didn't say anything."
 
"Yeah, but you meant something."
 
After a few tense seconds Charles rolls his eyes 
and decides to give 
it up. "Okay, maybe I did
mean something."
 
"So, what is it?"
 
"She goes to college, right?"
 
"Yeah, so?"
 
"And you're not around."
 
Mark became quiet with his eyes fixed on Charles.
 
"So, when Mark isn't around to take care of 
Lanelle, who is?"
 
Slowly his blood began to boil. Clenching his 
fists he answered in a 
deadly tone,"Just what are you implying?"
 
Chapter 18
 
Mark was speeding down the highway trying to 
forget about this 
morning. He knew Charles was playing with him, 
but the seed had been 
planted and he couldn't get that question out of 
his mind. What does 
she do when he's not around. Granted they have 
intense feelings 
towards one another and the sex is white hot, but 
it was never made 
clear that they were an item. After all, Mark is 
still married, with 
a pregnant wife to boot. He knew he had no 
legitimate claims over 
her, yet the thought of her with another man made 
him burn!!! Mark 
began to increase his speed even more. Then it 
hit him and a smile 
crossed his lips. "I know exactly what to do."
 
Several weeks later, Lanelle went out with her 
ex-boyfriend Joel for 
a bite to eat. They was no dramatic ending to 
their relationship and 
the two really did enjoy each other's company, 
so, why end a 
perfectly great friendship? They had just 
finished lunch and were 
walking to Lanelle's car.
 
"So, how's things with, "the wrestler?!" Joked 
Joel.
 
"It's okay. I miss him and all, but things are 
kinda different."
 
"What do you mean?" Joel asked as he ran his 
fingers through his 
long blond hair.
 
"I don't know. I can't put my finger on it, it's 
like he's changing."
 
With a confused look Joel inquired, "Changing? 
How so?"
 
"It's like he's become so much more intense and 
brooding. The way he 
looks at me, it's like he's looking right through 
me, right through 
to my soul. A part of me loves it, but another 
part of me is scared."
 
Upon reaching Lanelle's car, Joel stopped, 
turned, and rested his 
hands on her shoulders. 
 
"Well, I wouldn't worry. I mean you'd be intense 
and brooding if 
your wife were pregnant and had no idea who the 
father was."
 
Shaking her head she said, "Yeah, you're right. 
As usual I'm making 
a mountain out of a mole hill."
 
Hugging him she continued, "Thanks again, for 
everything."
 
Joel looked at her, kissed her cheek, and said, 
"You're welcome, as 
usual."
 
They both laughed and Lanelle got into her car. 
As she sat down, 
Joel held the car door and said, 
 
"Drive safe and I'll talk to you soon." and he 
closed the door.
 
Lanelle smiled, waved, and off she went back to 
school and her next 
class.
 
Chapter 19
 
WRESTLEMANIA WEEKEND 1992
 
It was finally here!!! Lanelle hadn't seen much 
of Mark since the 
New Year, only when he came to California and she 
did end up going 
with him to the Royal Rumble, which was up north, 
but other than 
that, their main communication was by phone. 
Sitting in the limo, 
she began to go over their last conversation. 
Something wasn't 
right. He was so cold and distant. He didn't want 
to hear about 
school or anything she was doing. After he 
finished giving her the 
information she needed, he abruptly hung up. No 
goodbye, no "I'll 
see ya later", nothing, just a dead line. 
 
She slowly opened the door and noticed the room 
was pitch black. Her 
hand brushed against the wall feeling for a light 
switch. Finally 
she found it. She flicked the switch and her 
mouth dropped open. 
There he sat, slumped in a chair, by the window 
staring at the 
floor. Between his muscular thighs was a bottle 
of whiskey. More 
than half of it was gone. Unbuttoned black jeans 
were covering those 
glorious thighs and his dark auburn hair was 
cascading over his bare 
shoulders. Angry dark circles were beginning to 
form under his eyes, 
as they told the story of way too many sleepless 
nights. He slowly 
raised his head to look at the person who dared 
to enter his world. 
The look said it all, he was gone, just plain 
gone. Something inside 
Lanelle told her to run like hell, but seeing him 
in this state, she 
just couldn't. Leaving her luggage by her side, 
she slowly walked up 
to him, "Are you okay?" 
 
Mark said nothing just stared at her with his 
glazed eyes. She 
stopped in her tracks and sat across from him at 
the table. Two 
minutes had crept by and still not a word was 
said. Finally, Mark 
took a breath and in a deadly quiet tone he said, 
"You tell me."
And he slid a manilla envelope across the table. 
Confused, she 
looked at him, and then down at the envelope. She 
opened it up 
wondering what the hell was going on. She took 
out what looked like 
pictures and gasped. Staring back at her were 
dozens of photos of 
Joel and her. Talking, laughing, eating, hugging, 
and last, but 
certainly not least, him kissing her cheek. Mark 
winced as he felt 
the hot, dark liquid run down his throat, his 
eyes burning a hole 
through to her very soul. 
 
Lanelle was shaking and after trying to take in 
what lay before her, 
she looked  up at him and managed to say, "I-I-I 
don't understand?"
 
Slowly slightly slurring  he said, "What's there 
not to understand? 
A picture's worth a thousand words." Pointing to 
the picture Mark 
continued. "Now, care to explain?"
 
Looking back at the pictures still in amazement 
she asked, "What is 
this?"
 
Getting slightly annoyed and wanting an 
explanation, he 
said, "Answer me."
 
Looking back at him and still in shock she said, 
"You're having me 
followed?"
 
Rising from his chair, placing the whiskey bottle 
down, he stumbled 
towards her, and backhanded her so hard she fell 
out of her chair. 
 
"Answer me!" He screamed. 
 
Slowly getting up, Lanelle started backing away 
from Mark while 
holding her red cheek.
 
"Were just friends," she answered quietly.
 
"You lying bitch!!!" His voice dripping with 
venom. He started to 
stalk her all the while taunting her with his 
accusations. 
 
"Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out? Here 
I thought you were 
someone special, someone I can count on for 
everything and anything, 
but you're just like all the rest of them. All 
you want is your 
piece of the Taker."
 
Her back hit the wall and suddenly there was 
nowhere left to run, 
nowhere left to hide. There was only one thing 
she could do. She 
knew it was useless, but she had to try. Calming 
herself as best as 
she could, she tried to reason with him.
 
"Mark, I would never do anything to hurt you, 
don't you know that by-
"
 
"LIAR!!!!" he screamed grabbing her throat and 
slamming her back 
against the wall.
 
"I swear, we are only friends!!!" Lanelle cried 
out. 
 
Suddenly he stopped moving. Slowly bending his 
head down, he looked 
deep into her eyes, as if he were searching for 
something. After 
several seconds of just studying her, something 
inside him knew she 
was telling the truth. No matter how much a part 
of him refused to 
believe it, Mark knew she wasn't lying. Glaring 
into her eyes, his 
voice became deadly quiet, and he replied,
"This is just a subtle reminder of who you belong 
to." And he 
slammed his lips on hers. Forcing Lanelle to open 
her mouth with his 
tongue, he began to show her who was and always 
will be in control. 
His hands roamed all over her body as he led her 
to the bed. 
 
As Lanelle pried her lips away from his, she 
tried breaking his 
grip, but he was too strong.
 
"MMMMark, not like this, please, not like 
this,"she begged. But her 
request was denied as he threw her on the bed. 
Like a black panther 
he crawled up to her and while throwing one leg 
over her side, he  
ripped her blouse open as buttons flew 
everywhere. She tried to make 
him stop, begging and pleading with him that this 
was wrong, but he 
didn't care. Visions of her and Joel laughing, 
talking, and 
embracing raced through his mind as he fought for 
dominance.
 
Later that night, Mark woke up finding Lanelle 
sitting on the floor, 
her back against the bed.
 
Getting out of bed he looked at her, gently 
caressed her head, and 
said, "I'm gonna take a shower." And with that he 
went into the 
bathroom closing the door behind him. Staring off 
into space, 
Lanelle just sat there trying to fight back the 
tears that were 
threatening to spill. Only one managed to fall.  
 
 
Chapter 20
 
The next day found Lanelle staring at herself in 
the mirror. She was 
trying to cover up the light bruise on her left 
cheek that had 
formed over night. Her mind kept going back to 
last night and how 
everything had changed. What bothered her most 
was Mark's attitude 
after the rape. He acted as if nothing had ever 
happened. Was this 
how their relationship was going to be from now 
on? And if it is, 
then how in the hell can she get out of it? She 
took a long drink of 
water, looked at herself in the mirror once 
again, and spit the 
water out at her own reflection. 
 
Meanwhile, downstairs in the gym, Mark was 
bothered by his own 
thoughts. What the hell came over him last night? 
He always prided 
himself for being in control. No matter how angry 
he became or how 
volatile a situation got, he was always in 
control. What happened? 
He began to work out harder as he pondered this 
question.
 
"Careful Calaway or you're gonna hurt yourself," 
scolded Charles.
                                                                            
Putting the weights down and taking a breath he 
told his friend, "Go 
to hell!"
 
"Ouch!!! What's got you all tied up in 
knots?"inquired Charles as he 
sat down next to his sweaty friend.
 
"Sorry, I guess I'm just having a bad morning." 
apologized Mark as 
he wiped his brow.
 
"Does this have to do with that lovely lady of 
yours?" 
 
Mark shot him a knowing look. 
 
"Talk to me, what's up?"
 
Mark proceeded to tell Charles everything. 
 
"I don't know what's happening to me, it's like I 
can't breathe. 
Remember when she came to visit me during The 
Royal Rumble weekend 
and we got that little cottage down by the 
beach?" Charles nodded as 
Mark continued. "We were making love in this 
chair, when all of a 
sudden I had to stop kissing her because I 
couldn't breathe. That's 
never happened to me before. Man, I feel like I'm 
losing it."
 
Charles began to smile and said, "You got it bad 
dude."
 
"What?" 
 
Charles stood up and as he began to walk away he 
said,"Welcome to 
the world of love!"
 
 
Chapter 21
 
The rest of the weekend went okay. Mark was 
quiet, but loving, and 
Lanelle put on her best face at the company party 
after the event. 
They said goodbye and barely spoke to one another 
for the majority 
of that year. As time went by, she accepted the 
fact that it was 
over and probably for the best. Yet she still 
desperately loved him. 
The pain was like a knife cutting through her 
heart. But like the 
old adage goes, time heals all wounds. She was 
surprised when he 
called her for her birthday. She wasn't home, but 
he left a message. 
She played it over & over &over again. Hearing 
his silky voice was 
like music to her ears. 
 
In August she watched Summerslam, knowing he was 
in Europe and 
envying the fact that even though he rarely got 
to see much, Mark 
still traveled all over the world. This time he 
was in England & 
what a sight he was coming down that ramp 
standing on the bumper of 
a black Rolls Royce hearse. She became 
overwhelmed with emotion all 
over again. Then, it dawned on her, Mark's wife 
should have given 
birth this month. Her thoughts became consumed 
with this idea. Was 
it a boy or a girl, and most importantly, who was 
the father? 
Shaking her head she focused on the match and 
kept thinking how fine 
he was. Remembering their time together. All the 
good times they 
shared. The laughter, the pain, and the few 
little tears. How did it 
all become so complicated?
 
After calling her to wish her a Happy Birthday, 
Mark made the 
decision to never speak to Lanelle again. No 
matter how painful it 
might be, he promised himself he would never lose 
control like that 
again. It was too risky. Hurting her was the last 
thing he ever 
wanted to do, yet he did. Mark threw himself into 
his work, yet at 
night or when he wasn't in the ring, he would 
find himself thinking 
of her. Everything he said, did, or place that he 
went to, reminded 
him of her. Even when he was with a "lady of the 
night," he found 
himself screaming her name in the throes of 
passion. Mark was a 
mess. Charles watched helplessly as his friend 
spiraled down into 
his own personal hell.    
 
On one particular night, Mark found himself 
alone. Loaded on alcohol 
and pills, he thought back to the night he raped 
her. All the anger 
rushing back. Once again, the visions taunting 
him. Damn those 
visions!!! He became short of breath and his hand 
went to his chest 
as he tried to slow his breathing. As he 
remembered her fighting 
him, his fingers slowly slid down his chest. 
Continuing down until 
they wrapped around his thick hard shaft. 
Beginning to feel her 
submit, his hand began pumping. His nose could 
still locate her 
intoxicating smell and through his fogginess, he 
could see her 
begging and pleading to stop. His pace quickened 
as he found himself 
in complete control.
 
"You bitch," he mumbled. "You fucking beautiful 
bitch!" His eyes 
rolled back into his head and his body convulsed 
as his very essence 
poured onto the sheets.
 
 
Chapter 22
 
OCTOBER 1992
 
The days, weeks, and months passed as Mark 
continued on his path of 
self destruction. Charles was there for him as 
much as he could be, 
but it wasn't the same as having her by his side. 
One night while 
boozing it up with the guys at a local strip 
joint, Mark was 
enjoying a very seductive lap dance given to him 
by a raven haired 
beauty. As she slowly began to grind her hips 
into his hardened 
package, it dawned on him for the first time. 
What the hell am I 
doing? Charles is right, I love her. I fucking 
love Lanelle!!! 
 
Lanelle was beginning to settle into her new Fall 
schedule and was 
actually looking forward to the holidays. 
Something she never 
thought would happen a few months ago. Things 
were getting better 
and her heart was mending. Life was okay, until 
the phone rang.
 
"Hello?"
 
The line was dead quiet. Biting her lip, she 
repeated 
herself, "Hello? Is anyone there?"
Still no response. She became nervous and taking 
a breath 
asked "Mark, is that you?"
 
Finally the person responded. "Yeah, it's me. I'm 
sorry for 
bothering you, but I need to talk to you."
 
Through it all he still had her heart. "What's 
the matter?" 
 
"Not over the phone, I need to see you in person. 
I'm doing a house 
show October 10th in LA, can you meet me at the 
Marriott?"
 
Now it was her turn to be silent. What the hell 
did he want now? She 
finally got her life back and for what, to have 
it thrown back in 
her face once again? "I don't think that's such a 
good idea."
 
Mark's heart began to ache. "Listen, I need to 
speak with you. Just 
hear me out, that's all I'm asking, then, if you 
still don't want to 
talk, I'll walk away for good."
 
She sat there playing with the phone cord and 
looking down. God, why 
did he have to sound so damn sexy!!! Several 
seconds went by and 
feeling his desperation, she finally responded, 
"Okay." They agreed 
to meet at the bar in the hotel and said good 
bye. As she hung up, 
Lanelle began to think, What have I gotten myself 
into?
 
 
Chapter 23 
 
October 10, 1992
 
The rain poured down as lightening lit up the sky 
and thunder rolled 
throughout the hotel. It was one of those nights 
you only see in the 
movies, especially horror movies. Anxiously, Mark 
sat at the bar, 
watching the door, waiting for her to walk 
through. He thought back 
to their last conversation and how she was 
against this, but he had 
convinced her to meet with him one last time. It 
was now or never. 
He knew this was it. How was he gonna convince 
her of his feelings 
and how the hell is she going to react to what he 
has to tell her. 
Feeling queasy in his stomach he grabbed his 
glass of whiskey and 
drained it dry. As he looked up there she stood. 
Looking more 
beautiful than ever. God how he wanted her.
 
She smiled as he said, "Hi. There's a booth in 
the back that's free 
so we can talk."
She nodded, as he followed her, noticing her 
shapely figure and her 
nice rounded ass. He felt his black jeans begin 
to tighten. They 
slid in the booth, ordered drinks, and for the 
first time in his 
entire life he was brutally honest about his 
feelings. He laid 
everything out on the table, except the "L" word. 
He didn't want to 
appear too desperate. After listening to him pore 
his guts out she 
realized that he felt the same way she did, 
literally. That 
breathlessness, the passion, constantly thinking 
of one another, it 
all fit. It was at this moment that she knew she 
had made a huge 
mistake. Things happen in the heat of the moment, 
and Mark is a 
physically intense athlete, so why wouldn't he 
react the way he did. 
She convinced herself that they were made for one 
another and it was 
destiny that brought them together. 
 
Mark was elated walking down the hall with his 
arm wrapped around 
her slender waist. They reached the door of his 
suite, he opened it, 
threw his stuff on the bed, turned around, and 
devoured her as her 
back forced the door shut.
 
Lanelle lay there breathless, sweating, and 
naked. Their love making 
had been passionate before, but nothing like 
this!!! Re-living the 
intensity in her mind, she felt his touch, heard 
the angry thunder 
slam against the hotel, and saw the two bodies 
silhouetted against 
the lightening, pounding into one another as if 
there were no 
tomorrow.  The bite marks and scratches were 
proof of that. Suddenly 
she heard the bathroom door open and out walked a 
very disheveled, 
but 
satisfied man. He padded over to the bed and 
wrapped his arms around 
her. This is what she loved the most. She felt 
her hair being pulled 
and was forced to look up into his face where she 
saw those infamous 
piercing eyes and the most intense look she had 
ever seen. 
 
As the lightening flickered and the thunder 
echoed through the room, 
he said, 
"You're mine."        
 
 
Chapter 24
 
After a quick nap, they showered, got dressed, 
and grabbed a bite to 
eat. When they arrived back at the suite, he knew 
it was time. He 
had to tell her. Mark had been dreading this 
moment since he found 
out himself. The thunder began again and then, 
lightening struck.  
 
Motioning for her to sit down he said, "Baby, we 
need to talk." 
 
"What's up?"
 
Cautiously he began, "Jill had the baby and we 
now know who the 
father is."
 
Lanelle didn't like the tone of his voice. 
"Really." Was all that 
would come out.
 
Reluctantly Mark confessed, "The baby is mine and 
we are going to 
stay together."
 
As the thunder continued, there was a heaviness 
in the air that was 
indescribable. It became difficult for her to 
breath, and all she 
wanted was to get out of there. She had to get 
out. Not even 
thinking twice she ran for the door, down the 
hall to the 
backstairs, down the stairs and out the back door 
of the hotel. 
Screaming her name, Mark ran after her. The rain 
was pounding on her 
skin, the thunder was laughing at her, and the 
lightening was 
threatening to burn her. As she rounded a corner, 
two arms grabbed 
her from behind.
 
"Let me go!!!" she screamed. Fighting off the one 
man who she truly 
loved.
 
"Listen to me!"Mark screamed trying to get her 
attention. 
 
"You son of a bitch!!! How could you have waited 
so long to tell me. 
You knew and yet never told me until after we 
made love!! Or should 
I say FUCKED!!! Cause that's what I am aren't I? 
What did you want 
Mark, one last fuck!!!" She screamed with her 
fists pounding on his 
chest. Mark didn't even fight her, he knew she 
was right, and 
allowed her to get everything out of her system. 
The rain, thunder, 
and lightening continued as she ranted and raved, 
"I `m sorry I ever 
accepted that drink from you!!! I hate you!!!" 
 
That was the last straw! Mark had had enough. He 
grabbed her wrists, 
slammed her hard against the wall of the hotel 
and screamed, "Listen 
to me!!!! It's over!!! Jill and I are staying 
together for the kids' 
sake, that's it! Did you hear what I said?" 
Continuing to scream 
over the thunder and lightening, he replied, "I 
LOVE YOU!! You mean 
the world to me. No one has ever cared about me 
the way you have, 
NOBODY!!! I can't live if I can't have you and I 
wouldn't want to!"
 
Exhausted from fighting, Lanelle began to grow 
limp in his hands and 
whimpered, "Let me go, just let me go." 
 
Anger covered his face and slowly shaking his 
head he 
replied, "Never. I'll never let you go."        
He brought his head 
down and violently kissed her. She tried to 
fight, but found herself 
submitting to her own passion. Once again they 
began to explore one 
another with their eyes, hands, and lips. 
Suddenly Mark bent down, 
scooped her up, and carried her back to the 
hotel. The 2AM staff 
were greeted by a soaking wet 6' 8 monster 
carrying an equally 
drenched woman who looked like she was crying. Oh 
they were quite a 
sight, but no one said anything, as the only 
evidence that was left 
behind was a trail of water.  
 
Chapter 25
 
Time went by as the two lovers spent as much time 
together as they 
could, but his schedule was extremely rough. Mark 
was becoming the 
WWF's top dog and more was demanded of him with 
every storyline. 
Mark brought in 1993 at a local bar hanging out 
with the guys. As 
much as he loved this business, life on the road 
was beginning to 
get old. The drugs, alcohol, and women, it was 
the same day in and 
day out. God, how he missed Lanelle. Everyone 
wanted something from 
him, except her. She never even knew what 
wrestling was, let alone 
who he was, when they met, and yet she fell for 
him, head over 
heels. A man can't ask for more than that. Their 
phone conversations 
went into the wee hours of the morning. One 
particular night Mark 
was feeling especially lonely and wasn't ready to 
say goodbye, but 
Lanelle was dead tired..
 
"Put the phone on your pillow. I want to hear you 
breathe." And he 
just listened as she fell into a deep sleep. 
 
It was time for Wrestlemania 1993 and it was held 
in Las Vegas at 
Ceasar's Palace. Mark called Lanelle with some 
disturbing news. 
 
"Listen, Jill's coming with me."
 
"What?" Not believing what she just heard.
 
"She's never been to Vegas, she kept nagging at 
me, and so, to shut 
her up, I told her she could come." Mark knew 
Lanelle had a right to 
be furious, but she also knew his situation. She 
was silent and 
didn't know what to say. She wanted to get angry, 
but knew his 
predicament and could have walked away a long 
time ago. "Listen, you 
can still come. Why don't you invite some 
friends, you can gamble, 
see some shows, do some shopping, I'll pay."
 
"I don't care about gambling, seeing some stupid 
show, or fucking 
shopping, all I care about is you." Mark slowly 
closed his eyes upon 
hearing this. God how he wanted her. Taking a 
deep breath, he 
whispered, "So, you'll come?"
 
She was quiet for a moment, then out of nowhere, 
she said, "Yeah, 
I'll come."
   
 
Chapter 26
 
WRESTLEMANIA WEEKEND MARCH 1993
 
Even though Lanelle hadn't seen Mark, the weekend 
was going pretty 
well. Renee came along to keep her company. They 
were hanging out in 
the casino, laughing, feeling a bit buzzed, and 
believe it or not 
wining at the tables, when Lanelle saw them. Her 
smile was replaced 
with shock and her eyes began to water. There he 
stood and by his 
side was his loving, devoted wife. Renee glanced 
over at Lanelle and 
saw who she was staring at. She whispered in her 
ear, "C'mon. Let's 
get out of here."
 
Being as strong as she could, she said, "No. I 
can handle this." She 
surveyed the room and caught the eye of a 
handsome stranger. A 
wicked smile crossed her lips as she thought to 
herself, "He wants 
to be Jill, let him!" And with that she sauntered 
over to the 
mysterious stranger.
 
Mark glanced up from his deck of cards and saw 
her. He watched as 
she approached this strange man and began to see 
red as they started 
to talk and laugh. Mark continued stealing 
glances at the 
unsuspecting couple and with every glance 
becoming more furious. 
Lanelle excused herself while she headed towards 
the restroom. 
Smiling to herself while walking down the 
darkened hallway, she was 
suddenly thrown against the wall. Surprised she 
exclaimed, "What the 
hell?"
 
"You tell me," Mark growled. His grip tightening 
on her shoulders. 
Wincing in pain she snorted, "I don't know what 
you're talking 
about."
 
"You know damn well what I'm talking about, who's 
that-" he looked 
deep in her eyes and inquired,"What are you on?" 
 
Avoiding his eye contact she tried to break 
loose, "Nothing, now if 
you excuse me I have to go the ladies room!" 
 
"Not until you tell me what you're on and who's 
that guy."
 
"Renee and I smoked a little pot and his name is 
Todd, can I go now?"
 
Trying to stay calm he quietly said, "Lanelle, 
I'm warning you, stay 
the hell away from him or you'll regret it."
 
"Yeah right, like I regret ever going back to 
you." And with that 
she stormed off.
 
Never taking his eyes off of her, Mark just stood 
there fuming. How 
could she do this to him? Someone was going to 
pay and pay 
dearly.           
 
    
Chapter 26
 
Pacing the room like a caged animal, Mark 
couldn't get the image of 
Todd and Lanelle out of his mind. Over and over 
again he'd see them. 
Talking, laughing, touching!!!! His blood boiled 
with every image. 
While in the bathroom, Jill knew something was 
wrong with Mark, but 
she couldn't place what. Sure he had put up quite 
a battle in the 
beginning with her coming, but as time passed, he 
seemed to be 
actually enjoying himself. That is until he went 
to the restroom. He 
came back enraged. Jill asked him several times 
what was wrong, but 
he just glared at her, saying it was nothing. As 
she stepped out of 
the bathroom she noticed him. Frowning she said, 
"Alright, you can't 
hide anything from me. I know something is wrong 
and you better tell 
me what it is."
 
Mark stopped his pacing and tried to think of 
other ways to unleash 
his anger. Nothing came to him, except her. It 
was all her fault!!! 
If she hadn't insisted on coming, he and Lanelle 
would be sharing a 
sexually sinful weekend, but no, she had to keep 
on with her 
nagging!!! Without warning, Mark turned on Jill. 
Yelling at her, 
telling her how he really feels about her, 
throwing all kinds of 
accusations at her, anything to get the bitch to 
leave. And leave 
she did. Upon hearing the front door slam shut, 
an evil smile 
crossed his lips, and Mark headed to the casino 
to drown his 
anger.        
 
The clock read 4AM and Lanelle was sound asleep, 
when all of a 
sudden she felt something cold and sharp lightly 
brushing against  
her cheek. As she slowly opened her eyes, a 
scream narrowly escaped 
her lips. 
 
"Ssssshhhhh, you wouldn't want to get cut now, 
would you?" Mark 
hissed. With the look of terror in her eyes, 
Lanelle remained still 
as Mark was slowly caressing her cheek with a 
knife. Relishing in 
the control he had over her, he began to voice 
his disapproval of 
her earlier actions.
 
Laughing he snickered "Did you really think I 
would just let this 
go? I mean, who the hell do you think you are? 
How many times do I 
have to tell you how I feel? You know I love you, 
why must you 
always make me prove it?" Starting at the tip of 
her nose, Mark 
controlled the ice cold metal with drunken 
precision. Across her 
cheek, under her chin, and down her warm neck "I 
watched you 
tonight. You liked him." Back up her neck, 
stopping right under her 
chin, and tilting her head up with the tip of the 
blade he 
whispered, "You wanted him, didn't you?" Silence. 
"Didn't you," he 
harshly replied as he ruthlessly pulled the blade 
back. Lanelle 
winced in pain as she watched him lick her blood 
off the blade. 
Never taking his eyes off of her he continued, 
"You know, if you 
don't want me, you can just say so. I'll 
understand, but I have to 
warn you, if I can't have you, then no one can!"  
 
 
Chapter 27
 
1995
 
The next two years saw the couple through ups and 
downs like any 
other relationship. On the up side, Lanelle 
graduated from college 
in June and Mark was right by her side cheering 
her on. However, 
ever since that fateful night in Vegas, she began 
to notice subtle 
changes in him. He was more brooding, more so 
than his normal self, 
his temper was out of control, and his intensity 
was beyond anything 
she had ever seen or felt. Several times she 
wanted to just run, but 
fearing that he would find her and God knows what 
else, Lanelle 
stayed put. Being around him was like walking on 
eggshells, never 
knowing which one would break. She began to go 
out on the road more 
and gave into his delinquent desires. In short, 
there were times 
where all he wanted was a nice good hard fuck. 
So, instead of 
picking from the never ending list of female fans 
that were more 
than willing to accommodate him, he arranged to 
have Lanelle meet 
him for a night. His fantasies were extremely 
detailed, to the point 
where they literally would be two different 
people. There were times 
when he even treated her like a common whore, 
including the 
transaction of money. 
 
His fascination with blood was finding its way 
into their 
relationship as well. There was something about 
it that just turned 
him on. Whenever Lanelle was on her period, he 
became a vampire. The 
blood, her own unique smell, and the taste were 
all just too much. 
He could never get enough.   
 
As time progressed, the drugs and alcohol 
continued, but the women 
gradually faded away. All he needed was her. As 
long as she was 
there, nothing else mattered. His drug of choice 
was cocaine and 
often would use her body as a table. His favorite 
thing to do after 
a delicious round of intense dominating sex would 
be to pour a line 
between her breasts. Then, using a hundred dollar 
bill, Mark would 
start at the top and snort his way down. Once he 
was finished, he 
would begin at the bottom and lick any remaining 
powder that was 
left over. After a few minutes of kissing and 
petting, his desire 
became insatiable, and once again she was the 
victim of his sexual 
rage. Needless to say being with Mark was 
draining, but she loved 
him and if giving into his kinky desires made him 
happy, well, so be 
it.
 
One night she was sitting with Charles at the 
hotel bar. Mark had 
excused himself while he went to the restroom. 
Charles noticed the 
dark circles around Lanelle's eyes and felt her 
exhaustion. He knew 
he was taking a huge chance, but he had to let 
her know how he truly 
felt.
 
Cautiously he asked, "Are you okay?" 
 
Sighing she said, "Yeah, just tired is all. Why?"
 
Not knowing how to be delicate and certainly 
being short on time, 
Charles spilled his guts.
 
"You know I love Mark, right?" She nodded. "And 
you know I love you, 
too. You've become the baby sister I never had, 
but I have to be 
honest, I'm worried about the two of you."
 
Confused and dead tired she replied, " I don't 
understand."
 
"This relationship, well, it scares me. I see the 
way Mark is with 
you and I also see the way he is when he's not 
with you. The 
intensity of this relationship is too much. I 
can't explain it, but 
I'm just afraid that one day something is going 
to happen and it's 
gonna come down to you or him, and frankly, I 
don't like your 
odds."  
 
Chapter 28
 
In September 1995 Mark had a pretty serious 
injury and required not 
only time off, but surgery as well. Lanelle 
didn't hear from him 
until November 20, the week before Survivor 
Series. They made plans 
for that weekend and she could hardly wait to see 
him. 
 
As the plane descended, she got an awful feeling 
in the pit of her 
stomach. Trying to calm down, she convinced  
herself it was just the 
excitement of being able to see him, but in her 
heart of hearts' she 
knew otherwise. Mark wasn't in the limo like he 
usually was, and 
when she opened the door to their suite he was no 
where to be found. 
All that was there was a vase full of blood red 
roses with a card 
that read:
 
Dear Lanelle:
 
I had to go to a meeting. Hope your trip went 
well and I will be 
there shortly.
 
Mark
 
She frowned as she read the note. It was cold and 
uninviting. Could 
she have been right all along about her feelings. 
She touched her 
forehead as a blinding headache began. After 
taking some Advil, she 
laid down and fell into a deep sleep. Later that 
night she felt 
light kisses on her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, 
and finally lips. 
She smiled as she knew the owner.
 
In his soft husky baritone voice he told her, 
"Wake up sleepy head."
 
"MMMMM, I am. How are you?."
 
"Better, now that you're here."
 
"I missed you, too." And as his lips came down on 
hers, a chill ran 
down her spine. Their tongues were entwined as 
his hand slipped 
under her silk blouse. As much as he loved 
tasting her lips, he 
craved for more. Moving down her neck, kissing, 
sucking, and biting, 
then back up and over to her he thickly 
whispered, "God, how I've 
missed you." Suddenly his passion grew to an 
intensity Mark had 
never experienced before. He literally could not 
get enough of her. 
With his bare hands he tore her clothes off and 
took her to places 
she's only dreamed of seeing.
 
The sun was peeking through the curtains as 
Lanelle began to stir 
awake. As she opened her eyes, she smiled. Mark 
was siting in a 
chair next to the bed, just staring at her. She 
became self 
conscious as his green eyes penetrated through to 
her very soul.
 
 
Her voice cracked as she asked, "What's the 
matter?" Mark didn't say 
a word. He just kept staring as if trying to 
remember every detail 
of her face. Finally he said, "I need to tell you 
something."
She got out of bed, put on her robe, and sat back 
down on the bed 
across from him. Mark was stone cold silent, he 
didn't know how to 
tell her that he had made the biggest mistake of 
his life. But he 
had to. She would eventually find out. Fearing 
that he could lose 
everything, he took a breath, and flatly said, 
"Jill is pregnant." 
 
Stunned, Lanelle was quiet. He began to explain 
how it must have 
happened one night when he was drunk and on pain 
pills. With the 
reality of the situation finally sinking in, 
Lanelle slowly got up, 
dressed, grabbed her bags, and proceeded to the 
door. All the while 
Mark kept asking her what she was doing. Then, 
when it dawned on 
him, she was leaving, Mark snapped. "Not this 
time," he muttered and 
just as she opened the door he came from behind 
and slammed the door 
shut. She whipped around and he back handed her 
to the point of 
splitting her lip. Grabbing a hold of her throat 
he growled, "You 
said you would never leave me." He dragged her to 
the bed and began 
to slap her over and over again screaming how she 
was his and he 
would never let her go. Laying on top of her, his 
energy finally 
spent, he slowly lifted himself off of her and 
what stared back at 
him scared the living shit out of him. Blood was 
seeping from the 
corners of Lanelle's mouth, bruises began forming 
on her left cheek 
and under her right eye. My God, what have I 
done? Mark thought to 
himself. This wasn't happening, he had to get 
away. He jumped off 
the bed and ran out of the room to drink this 
nightmare away leaving 
the front door slightly ajar. 
 
"What the hell is going on?!!!" Glen screamed as 
he opened his door.
 
Not wanting to believe what he heard Kevin 
answered "I don't know. 
All I heard was screaming and what sounded like 
fighting."
 
It sounded like it was coming from Mark's room." 
And with that both 
men ran down the hall. Noticing the door partly 
open, Glen 
screamed, "Mark, Lanelle, are you guys ok?" There 
was no answer. 
Kevin and Glen looked at each other. Slowly 
pushing the door open, 
Glen asked, "Mark, Lanelle, are you guys here?" 
Noticing the 
helpless lump on the bed Glen exclaimed, "Oh my 
God!" and ran over 
to Lanelle. He took her in his arms as she began 
to cry.
 
"Kevin, Call 911."
 
Looking over at Kevin she screamed, "No!!!" Then, 
looking back at 
Glen, she whispered, "Just take me home."
 
 
Chapter 29
 
After taking Lanelle to the airport and making 
sure she was safely 
on the plane, Glen found Mark waiting for him 
drunk in the lobby. 
Sitting there, looking down, with a bottle of his 
favorite whiskey 
in one hand, he slowly raised his head as his 
rich dark auburn hair 
cascaded down over his glazed eyes. His voice 
barely a 
whisper, "She's gone, isn't she?" Taking a seat 
next to his fairly 
new friend Glen sighed, "Yeah, she is." 
 
The rest of 1995 passed as people celebrated this 
joyous time of 
year with family and friends, Mark once again 
found himself in hell. 
Only this time anyone who dared to cross his path 
would join him. 
After he had taken some lackie's head off for 
asking him a question, 
no one even got near him, except for Glen. His 
drinking was out of 
control, as were the drugs. Glen was the only 
true friend that Mark 
could depend upon. That is when he chose to talk 
to him. Charles had 
been let go of his contract and unfortunately, 
life on the road 
makes it difficult to maintain any kind of 
relationship. However, 
there was one person he still could not let go 
of, Lanelle. For the 
rest of the weekend and everyday thereafter, he 
tried reaching her. 
But she never returned his calls. Having never 
been defeated, Mark 
continued, with every message getting more and 
more desperate. 
 
When Lanelle returned home, Renee demanded that 
she never talk to 
him again. She didn't. As painful as it was, it 
was over. She was 
through giving him second chances. One night she 
found herself 
traveling down memory lane. Remembering that 
horrible night and then 
at the airport, saying good bye to Glen. With 
tears in her eyes, she 
gave him a huge hug and said, "Thank you." 
Smiling down at her he 
gently responded, "Anytime. You have my number, 
so if you need 
anything, just call." "Okay." Removing her arms 
from around his 
waist, Lanelle slowly backed away, turned around, 
and headed down 
the ramp to eternal safety. 
A smile crossed her lips as Lanelle picked up the 
phone. 
"Shit!!!" he cursed as he banged into something 
and dropped the 
phone. Picking it back up he stammered, "Hello, 
hello." 
Giggling she asked, "Are you alright?" 
"Yeah, mom moved all the furniture around and I 
stubbed my damn toe 
on the fucking couch as I picked up the phone. 
How are you?"
 Smiling she said, "Good. I just wanted to wish 
you Merry 
Christmas." 
"Merry Christmas. Are you at home?"
 "Yeah. I'm gonna see mom tomorrow and do the 
usual Christmas 
breakfast. You know breakfast, gifts, friends 
coming by, that kind 
of thing."
 "Sounds great! I've got the usual dysfunctional 
family get 
together. It starts off great and then, downhill 
from there."
 Laughing she said, "I'm sorry. I wish I could 
save you."
 Suddenly he was quiet, "You mean that?"
 "You know I do." 
Taking a deep breath Glen decided to tell her. 
"You know he's been a 
wreck since you left." 
Tense silence followed until she finally said, 
"Where did that come 
from?"
 "Because I knew you wanted to ask, but didn't 
know how."
 Despising the fact that she was that transparent 
she replied, "Am I 
that easy to read?"
 Smiling he said, "Honey, I'm afraid you are." 
Feeling ashamed she replied, "I must be nuts for 
even caring." 
"Nah, you're human. You can't turn your feelings 
on and off like a 
water faucet. Don't be so hard on yourself." 
They continued talking about everything under the 
sun and about two 
hours later they said their good-byes. 
 
Time continued to pass and on one particular 
night, as the clock 
struck midnight, New Year's resolutions were 
made. Lanelle vowed to 
make a fresh start, where Mark was determined to 
get back the one 
thing he couldn't live without. 
 
Chapter 30
 
1996
 
Lanelle found herself working in the newsroom at 
"E." She loved her 
job and often went out on assignments. Things 
were beginning to pick 
up. Her friendship with Glen continued, mostly by 
phone and she was 
slowly beginning to date again. Nevertheless, she 
still found 
herself occasionally watching wrestling and 
painfully aware of the 
pay per views. No matter how hard she tried, she 
still couldn't get 
him out of her system. Working late one night, 
she was at her 
computer, when it suddenly dawned on her what day 
it was. Mark 
should be up north in about five days for the 
Royal Rumble. Trying 
to forget all about the show, she shook her head 
and tried to focus 
on her work. But it just wasn't happening. 
Deciding to call it a 
night, she gathered her stuff together, turned 
off the computer, and 
went down the backstairs. The lot was empty 
except for a beaten up 
white van sitting next to her car. As she 
proceeded to take her keys 
out, the van's side door slid open. From out of 
nowhere, a white 
cloth soaked in chloroform covered her nose and 
mouth. Lanelle began 
to struggle, but was soon rendered unconscious as 
the potent 
substance entered her brain.
 
Twelve hours later, Lanelle began to stir. With 
her head pounding 
and her arms aching, she slowly opened her eyes, 
and gasped 
realizing where she was. A hotel suite. Their 
hotel suite. Looking 
across the room, there was the bay window and the 
chair, where they 
had made incredibly passionate love. She 
remembered looking out of 
the window as she was slowly riding him, his lips 
lovingly suckling 
her breasts. This all consuming passion 
overwhelmed her and she 
began to cry. Feeling her tremble, he gently 
pulled her back, and 
noticed the tear that had escaped. Catching it on 
his finger tip, he 
brought it to his lips and sucked the tear away. 
Never taking his 
eyes off of her, he whispered, "I love you, too." 
 
Staring into space as she recalled that beautiful 
afternoon, she 
came to as she heard the door begin to open. As 
she tried to sit up, 
Lanelle suddenly understood why her arms were 
aching. She was 
handcuffed to the bed. There he stood, just 
watching her. Several 
minutes passed and he began to slowly move 
towards her. God she 
looked beautiful. He couldn't contain the joy he 
felt. The past 
month of planing and arranging had finally paid 
off. The corners of 
his mouth began to rise at the thought of her 
being next to him once 
again. Stalking her like a wild animal, he 
reached the bed, and as 
he sat on her thighs, he gently caressed her 
cheek with his right 
hand. Upon remembering that hellish night, his 
slight smile faded, 
and was replaced with rage. With one swift motion 
he slapped her as 
hard as he could. Lanelle's head whipped to the 
side as darkness was 
introduced. "Did you honestly think it was over?" 
Coming to, 
Lanelle's breathing became shallow. "How many 
times do I have to 
remind you that you are mine?" He slapped her 
again. "I must have 
left hundreds of messages. Did you answer any of 
them? Not one, 
(slap) single, (slap) solitary, (slap) one." With 
the look of sheer 
terror in her eyes, she whimpered, "I'm sorry." 
Speaking in his most 
soft, yet deadliest tone, he continued, "That 
doesn't cut it." 
 
The next three days Mark continued expressing his 
two month rage. 
Knowing the relationship Lanelle had with her 
mother, he decided it 
was time she made the call. Handing her the 
phone, he 
demanded, "Call your mother." 
Confused she asked, "Why?" 
"Because if you don't, she'll worry, now call 
her!" Lanelle just sat 
there staring at the phone. Growing impatient 
Mark reached under his 
sweatshirt, pulled out a handgun, pointed it at 
her, and once again 
stated, "Call her." 
Staring at the gun, she remained silent. "I'll 
take us both out, 
right here, right now, if you don't fucking call 
her." Once Mark 
broke the silence by cocking the gun, Lanelle 
picked up the phone 
and made the call. With the gun to her head, she 
convinced her 
mother everything was fine and she was having a 
great time up north. 
As she hung up, Mark pulled the trigger. Lanelle 
jumped and then 
breathed a sign of relief when nothing but an 
empty click was heard.
 
Chapter 31
 
ROYAL RUMBLE SUNDAY-JANUARY 1996
 
The rest of the weekend wasn't quite as brutal. 
Mark kept her in bed 
and realizing she was powerless, Lanelle gave in. 
Relishing in his 
victory, he ravaged her mind, body, and soul. 
Sunday night, she was 
finally allowed to leave the suite, as long as 
she remained by his 
side. She was in the Green Room watching Mark's 
match when Glen 
walked in. "Hey beautiful, where have you two 
been hiding?" 
 
Her eyes glistened with tears as she looked up at 
the man that had 
once seen her to safety, "At the hotel." 
 
Knowing there was more to the story Glen decided 
to back off, that 
is until he noticed her horrible make-up job. 
"Are you okay?" 
 
Refusing to answer she looked towards the floor. 
Without saying a 
word he opened his arms and she welcomed his 
embrace.
 
That night Mark was ruthless and fought hard 
against Bret Hart for 
the championship, but unfortunately Diesel got in 
the way, costing 
him the match. Walking back to the Green Room, 
everyone 
congratulated Mark on a great match. Feeling on 
top of the world, he 
nodded, and headed straight for his one true 
love. As he opened the 
door he noticed Glen and Lanelle sitting much too 
close for his 
comfort. 
 
Acknowledging Mark, Glen asked, "What's up?" 
 
Never taking his eyes off of Lanelle, he quietly 
said, "I don't 
know, you tell me?" 
 
Her eyes went to the floor as she prepared 
herself for what was 
about to come. Standing Glen responded, "Just 
talking. I gotta go, 
I'll see ya around" he said as he patted Mark's 
shoulder and left 
the room. Several seconds went by as Mark watched 
her. Not once did 
she look up at him for fear of the look she knew 
she was receiving. 
He held out his hand and said,"C'mon let's go." 
 
Back at the suite, fresh from a hot shower, Mark 
walked out of the 
bathroom. Watching the steam pour out from behind 
him, Lanelle was 
in awe. He's beautiful. After everything he had 
put her through, she 
still loved him. Sitting on the bed next to her, 
Mark stared deeply 
into her eyes. God did he ever love her. If she 
only knew how much. 
Never having been able to communicate his 
feelings well, he knew he 
had to try. Clearing his throat, he began to 
speak, "I'm sorry for 
everything. I tried to talk to you, but you never 
called me back. 
That night, there were so many things I still had 
to tell you, but 
you tried to leave before I had a chance. I got 
frustrated and when 
I get frustrated the only thing I know is to lash 
out. So I did. I 
know it doesn't excuse my behavior, but it's the 
truth. Those two 
months were hell. Not being able to see you or 
hear your voice, I 
was going insane. I want you. I need you. I love 
you." 
 
Studying his face she noticed the tears. Through 
a shiny vision Mark 
continued, "I'm gonna see Jill through this 
pregnancy, spend 
Christmas with my kids, and then, in January, I'm 
gonna get a 
divorce." Lanelle couldn't believe what she just 
heard. Never in all 
the time that they were together did she ever ask 
him for more than 
what they had. So, where was this coming from? As 
she noticed the 
one tear sliding down his cheek, it dawned on her 
for the first 
time. He really does love me, she thought to 
herself. This wasn't a 
feeble attempt at trying to win her back. This 
was real. Lanelle was 
torn. Should she stay because of the love they 
have for one  another 
or run for pure salvation. And the real question 
still remains, if 
she does stay, will it be out of love or fear?
 
Chapter 32
 
Peace, joy, and happiness were found for the rest 
of 1996. Mark 
still drank, but his boozing and pill popping 
days were over. The 
couple saw more of each other that year than any 
of the other 
previous years. The sex ran dangerously close to 
the edge, but it 
began and ended in the bedroom, or bus, or plane, 
or boat, you get 
the idea. Lanelle was promoted to a part time 
reporter and Mark was 
the number one draw. Life was once again, good. I 
take that back, it 
was great. However, in the back of her mind one 
question still 
lingered, was he really gonna get a divorce? 
Lanelle thought to 
herself time will only tell. And she had plenty 
of time. On May 
20th, Lanelle found a beautiful brand new black 
Mercedes Benz in her 
drive way with a black & purple bow tied around 
it. A note was taped 
to the windshield. It read: 
 
My Dearest Lanelle:
 
I'm sorry I can't be there to celebrate with you, 
but I want to wish 
you a Happy Birthday!!!! Just a token of my love 
for the greatest 
woman I've ever known. I love you. 
 
Love,
Mark
 
In August, Jill gave birth to another boy and 
Mark was elated. As 
painful as it was, Lanelle was happy for him and 
gave them her best. 
Other than that, 1996 flew by and before she knew 
it, Halloween, 
Thanksgiving, and Christmas had all come and 
gone. Those were tough 
times for her. Picturing him at home with Jill 
and the kids, taking 
them trick or treating, feasting on a delicious 
turkey dinner, and 
opening presents, she began to feel the green 
eyed monster emerge. 
Oh well, such is the price you pay. 
 
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! People were screaming and 
dancing in the snow 
covered streets. Lanelle and Renee hugged each 
other tight and then 
ran back into the warm casino. Renee decided that 
a vacation in Reno 
was the best medicine Lanelle needed to mend her 
aching heart. She 
was missing Mark terribly. Renee had not been 
happy about Lanelle 
getting back together with Mark, if she only knew 
what he had pulled 
in January, but if it made her happy, then who 
was she to begrudge 
her best friend. The women partied, met some 
guys, drank, and had 
fun into the wee hours of the morning. When they 
finally came back 
to their condo, the answering machine's light was 
blinking an angry 
red. "I'm gonna take a bath," yelled Renee as she 
ran upstairs. 
Lanelle walked over to the machine. It read 17 
messages. It didn't 
take long for her to figure out that every single 
one was from Mark. 
Swallowing hard, a chill ran down her back. Stop 
it she scolded 
herself. It's just my imagination. He's not like 
that anymore. And 
right she was or was she? 
 
Wrestlemania Weekend 1997
 
Lanelle's plane landed Thursday night and as the 
driver opened the 
limo door, there he sat. Wearing black cowboy 
boots, his long 
muscular legs encased in black jeans, a black 
silk shirt with 5 
buttons undone revealing that beautiful chest, a 
long chunky silver 
chain hung from his graceful neck, his long thick 
hair falling over 
his wide shoulders, and those damn shades, why 
must he always wear 
those damn shades. With a smile as big as Texas, 
he held out his 
hand. Smiling back, she took it, and as he pulled 
her into his arms 
they proceeded to ravage one another. When they 
arrived at the 
hotel, they gathered their belongings before 
anyone was the wiser, 
that is, except for the driver. Even though the 
partion was up, it 
could not block out the sounds of their passion. 
Once the elevator door had shut, he slammed her 
against the wall, 
pulled the emergency stop button, and took her 
way up past the 8th 
floor. 
Inside the suite, Lanelle sat down on the bed. 
Leaning against the 
wall with his arms crossed, Mark stared at her. 
Patting the lonely 
space next to her she said, "Come here." He 
remained quiet and 
still. Just watching her and every move she made. 
Looking puzzled she asked, "What's the matter?" 
"Just admiring you." 
Smiling she once again patted the bed and 
seductively said, "Well, 
if you come here, you can do more than just 
admire." 
Raising an eyebrow, he smugly said, "In a minute. 
Open the top right 
dresser drawer." Willingly to play along with his 
game, she leaned 
over and opened the drawer. In it was a manilla 
envelope. Throughly 
confused, she looked back at him. 
"Open it." he instructed her. 
She took the envelope in her hand, swung back 
around, and opened it. 
As her eyes perused its contents, her head began 
to spin. Suddenly 
everything seemed surreal. Slowly she looked up 
at him and 
whispered, "So, it's just us?" 
Smiling he walked over to her, sat down, and 
after taking her hand 
and light kissing it, he whispered, "Just us. 
Forever."
 
Chapter 33
 
The rest of 1997 saw Lanelle's entire life 
change. For the first 
time since they met back on Valentine's Day 1991, 
Mark and Lanelle 
were finally committed to one another. As far as 
Mark was concerned, 
nothing or anyone would come between them. In the 
beginning, the 
divorce did not go well. Mark and Jill argued 
about everything, then 
believe it or not, with Lanelle's encouragement, 
they actually sat 
down and talked for the first time. Lanelle 
started spending more 
time with Mark and saw his ranch for the first 
time. He encouraged 
her to leave her stuff there, his home was now 
her home. 
 
Lanelle's job was taking off big time. She was 
meeting all kinds of 
producers, directors, and actors. As much as she 
loved reporting, 
Lanelle had always wanted to act. That dream was 
about to become a 
reality. On a particular "Behind The Scenes" 
shoot, one of the 
producers of the film they were covering, Bill 
Parkins, came up to 
her. They discussed the content of the show, when 
the piece was 
gonna air, and he promised her tickets to the 
premiere. Then out of 
nowhere, he got an idea. The writers had been 
trying to come up with 
some brilliant scheme to make the scene more 
alive, but so far were 
unsuccessful. Smiling, Bill decided to throw 
Lanelle in the 
scene. "What?" she exclaimed. 
"It'll be great! Just pretend you're covering 
this story, like you 
would normally do!" After doing a couple of 
takes, Bill decided to 
give her a contract and wanted her to do a few 
more scenes. She 
couldn't wait to tell Mark. 
 
That night, she told him what had happened. There 
was silence on the 
phone. "Mark are you still there?" 
"Yeah. I'm here." 
"What's the matter, aren't ya happy?" 
Reluctantly he said, "Yeah, but what do you want 
to go and do that 
for when I can take care of you?" 
"I know you can, but I don't want to depend on 
you. I want a life 
too." 
Mark was silent. Finally he said, "If that's what 
you want to do, 
then go for it! I'll talk to ya later." And he 
hung up. With the 
phone still in her hand, Lanelle was dumbfounded. 
Why was he acting 
like this? When he complained about Jill and his 
marriage, it was 
always the same thing, she didn't have a life. 
She would sit at home 
and wait for him. They had nothing to talk about 
and while he was 
away all the demons that entered her mind would 
surface when he came 
home. Didn't he once tell Lanelle how much he 
loved her 
independence? The fact that she never nagged him 
and how she 
completely understood the business. What changed? 
 
Mark was downing his whiskey faster than the 
bartender could pour. 
Glen came sauntering in, noticed his friend, and 
decided to join 
him. "Hey bud. What's up?" 
Wincing as he felt the dark liquid slide down his 
burning throat he 
said, "Nothing." 
Motioning for another, Glen just stared at Mark. 
Feeling his eyes on 
him, he glared at Glen and said, "Don't even 
start." 
With his hands held up Glen replied, "I didn't 
say anything." 
As Mark downed his drink in one gulp, Glen shook 
his head, and 
continued, "But now I am. What the fuck are you 
doing man?" 
Beginning to feel that beautiful numbness, Mark 
just stared into his 
glass. Glen continued, "You have a gorgeous woman 
who loves you to 
death and you're sitting here getting fucked up, 
when you should be 
on top of the world. Man, what's going on?" 
Slightly turning to look at Glen, Mark said 
through hazy eyes, "I'm 
losing her." 
"What are you talking about?" 
"She was on assignment and this producer created 
a role, just for 
her!" Downing another glass and slamming it back 
down he 
continued, "She's always wanted to act. And now 
she's gonna. I can 
see it now, all these films she's gonna do, the 
publicity, the 
personal appearances, I barely get to see her as 
it is, now I'll 
never see her. I'm losing her man!!!" 
Smiling Glen said, "Don't you think you're 
getting a little carried 
away here. This is one film, one film she's 
doing. You know the 
business, who's to say she'll ever work as an 
actress again?" 
Slightly swaying in his chair, Mark raised his 
finger and said, "I 
do. Then, she'll have fans. Men. All the men. 
They'll want her and 
who's to say she won't want them? Mmmmmmm? The 
thought of her with 
another man makes me sick. I swear to God, Glen, 
if I ever catch her 
with another man, I'll kill her."
 
Chapter 34
 
The next two years were normal for any 
relationship. They had their 
ups and downs just like any other relationship. 
Unfortunately, just 
as Mark predicted, Lanelle, started getting bit 
parts in films, 
while he continued his boozing ways, leaving Glen 
to pick up the 
broken pieces left laying on the bar room floor. 
The divorce became 
final in May `99 and a huge weight seemed to be 
lifted off the 
couple's shoulder, but was soon replaced by 
something much worse.
 
Lanelle hadn't seen much of Mark due to their 
conflicting schedules, 
but in August of `99, they finally hooked up. It 
was a week before 
the pay per view and one of Lanelle's oldest 
friends, Lauren, was 
getting married. The bachelorette party was 
Saturday night and what 
fun everyone had!!! They went out to dinner, 
dancing, and then back 
to Lauren's for a private dance with a young 
stud. Needless to say 
it was a blast. Lanelle had a little too much to 
drink, so she spent 
the night at Lauren's. Stumbling through the door 
the next morning, 
she noticed that infamous red light blinking. 
Once again all 25 
messages were from Mark. She shivered as each 
message was angrier 
than the one before. Taking a deep breath, she 
tried reaching him on 
his cell, but all she got was his voice mail. She 
left a message 
saying she was sorry she missed his calls and to 
please call her. 
Hanging up she couldn't help but wonder if things 
were slowly 
reverting back to the way they used to be. She 
never heard from him 
until Thursday night, the night she works the 
late shift. He left a 
message and something was off. He just didn't 
seem like himself, so 
cold, so distant. Maybe he was just tired. 
 
She arrived late Friday night and Mark was 
nowhere to be found. No 
note, no nothing. Tired from her flight, Lanelle 
went back upstairs. 
As she opened the door, there he was, sitting out 
on the balcony, 
feet propped up on the railing. "I've been 
waiting for you." he 
quietly said with his back to her. She closed the 
door and walked up 
behind him. As she wrapped her arms around him, 
he slowly closed his 
eyes, and entwined his hand with hers. Gently 
pushing his thick hair 
to one side, she kissed his neck and whispered in 
his ear, "I've 
missed you."
Not moving a muscle he whispered back, "Really." 
Confused she straightened up and said, "Yes 
really. What's the 
matter?" 
He remained quiet. Lanelle caught a whiff of the  
toxic smell 
emanating from his pores. Releasing his hand, she 
slowly backed away 
as he sniffed. Mark lowered his feet and rose to 
his full height. As 
he turned to face her, terror gripped her like 
death itself. "Where 
are you going?"he growled.  
She stammered, "Nowhere." 
"Then why are walking away?" 
"Look, if this is about last Saturday night, I 
can explain." Saying 
nothing he continued to stalk Lanelle. "I tried 
calling you back, 
several times, and I left messages." Her back hit 
the wall. As he 
leaned down and stroked her cheek she continued, 
"didn't you get any 
of them?" As he lowered his face to hers, she saw 
that all to 
familiar green glaze in his eyes. Knowing she was 
in trouble, she 
tried to relax. 
In an ice cold tone he asked "Where were you?" 
"I was at Lauren's." 
"Doing what?" 
Thinking to herself how am I gonna get out of 
this, she kept quiet. 
Losing his patience, he asked again, "Doing 
what?" 
"She's getting married, so a bunch of us went 
out, that's all."
Feeling his jaw tighten and his fists clenched, 
he said,  "You mean 
you were at a bachelorette party." She nodded. 
He straightened himself up, looked away, and 
belted her across the 
face. "And you were out all night!!!! Who were 
you with? And don't 
lie to me you fucking slut!" Grabbing her wrists 
he began shaking 
her. "Who did you fuck??!!!!" She cried out, but 
the words just 
wouldn't come. He grabbed her by the throat and 
squeezed. "If you 
value your life, you'd better tell me, NOW!!!" 
With every passing 
second that she didn't speak, he tightened his 
grip. Watching her 
struggle to breath, he bent down, searching her 
eyes for the truth 
that he knew was there. Smiling, he loosened his 
grip, and carried 
her to bed.                           
 
 
Chapter 35
 
Things moved at lightening speed. Mark had 
finally gained the 
control he so desperately craved. Lanelle had 
practically moved into 
his ranch and on December 20th, they became 
engaged. Sitting on the 
patio, admiring the rolling hills, the phone 
rang. "Hello" she 
answered. 
"Lanelle, it's Bill." 
"Hey, how are you?" 
"Fine. How are you?" 
"I'm good." 
"Listen I have a proposition for you, but I need 
you to come to 
California, how fast can you get here?" 
"Well, do you mind telling me what this is 
about?" 
"I'd  rather talk to you in person." 
"I can be there in two days." 
"Sounds great! I'll see ya then."
Motioning her over, Bill stood up and smiled. 
Lanelle greeted him 
with a kiss on the cheek and they sat at a table 
outside. They got 
caught up with one another until she couldn't 
take the suspense 
anymore. 
With a sparkle in her eyes, she asked "So, what 
is this about?" 
"I have a project that 20th Century just bought 
and to be perfectly 
honest with you there's only one person who can 
play the lead." 
Did she just hear him right? "Who's that?" she 
innocently asked. 
"You." 
Laughing, she said, "Me? C'mon this has got to be 
a joke. I haven't 
even taken any acting classes." 
"That's just my point. You're real." 
Confused, Lanelle shook her head. 
Bill went on to explain, "You haven't been brain 
washed by any 
particular technique. Don't get me wrong, classes 
are great and 
important, but I can't tell you how many times I 
have seen actors 
get so caught up in technique that they lose 
their focus. It's like 
they develop some kind of tunnel vision and it 
prevents them from 
taking the necessary risks. Look, you'll follow 
any directions Todd 
gives you, he's our director, and you just be 
you. It's as simple as 
that. Besides you have the perfect look." 
Smiling she said, "So that's what this is about. 
You don't give a 
shit about my acting, it's my look  you want." 
Breaking into a hearty laugh, he said, "I can 
never charm you, can 
I? Well, now, since I've been royally busted, 
what do you say? Are 
ya in?" 
Lanelle remained quiet as she looked across the 
street. 
With a concerned look in his eye he asked, "Hey, 
are you okay?" 
With tears in her eyes, she looked back at Bill 
and said, "Yeah, I'm 
fine." 
"You don't look fine. What's up? Talk to me." 
Not being able to live this life anymore, she 
confided in 
Bill. "It's Mark." 
"What about him?" 
"He scares me." 
 
Bill listened to the whole story in amazement and 
wondered how she 
ever came out of this alive. "You know if you 
really want to leave, 
you can. I mean you have places you can go to." 
Thinking back to the night she was kidnaped, she 
shook her head and 
said, "Not a place he doesn't know about." 
Taking her hand and smiling he said, "Yeah, you 
do." 
 
Sitting on the plane and glancing out of the 
window, Lanelle felt 
like a weight had been lifted off her shoulder. 
Now she just had to 
figure out what she was going to say. Remembering 
Mark's schedule, 
she didn't have to say a thing, she could just 
leave a note, and 
later, send for her things. Easing back in her 
chair with a smile on 
her face, she fell into a deep sleep. 
 
It was 10PM when she arrived back at the ranch. 
It was pouring rain 
as lightening pierced the sky and thunder rolled 
through the house. 
Once inside, she set her purse on the table and 
felt for the light 
switch. Before she could reach it, the light 
suddenly went 
on. "Jesus Mark! You scared the shit out of me!!! 
What are you doing 
here? I thought you were in Chicago?" 
With an intense glare he stated, "I came back 
early. Where were 
you?" 
Shaking off the cold she explained, "I was in 
California. I had a 
meeting with Bill. He wants me to play the lead 
in his next film." 
"I bet he does." 
Tired of his insecurities, she walked away. 
Following her upstairs 
he questioned her, "So, I take it you're going to 
sign the 
contract." 
With her back to him, she took a deep breath and 
said firmly, "Yeah, 
I am." 
Knowing that wasn't the end of this story, he 
asked, "What about 
us?" Never answering him, she grabbed her 
suitcase and began to 
pack. "So, I take it that's my answer." As she 
went to reach for her 
clothes, she was suddenly pulled backwards by her 
hair. With her 
back against his chest, one hand still in her 
hair, and the other 
wrapped around her throat, he said in a menacing 
tone, "You're not 
going anywhere." He roughly threw her on the bed 
and got on top of 
her. Pleading with him she cried, "Please, Mark. 
I can't take this 
anymore." 
He held both of her wrists in one hand and 
placing them over her 
head he whispered, "Then don't fight me." He 
raped her over & over 
again, trying to win back that control he felt 
slipping away.
 
Several hours later, Lanelle woke up. The storm 
had finally passed. 
Glancing over at Mark, she noticed he was 
sleeping soundly. Slowly 
she got out of bed and hurriedly got dressed. As 
she headed for the 
front door as quietly as she could, a most 
hideous noise stopped 
her. "Why don't you love me?" 
Slowly turning around, her eyes widened as she 
was staring down the 
barrel of a 42 sawed off shotgun. Breathing hard, 
she quietly 
answered, "I never stopped." 
Horses scattered as the shot rang through the 
silence of the night. 
With tears flowing, he stared at the lifeless 
body of his one true 
love. Running his fingers through his hair, he 
walked to the bar and 
grabbed his favorite bottle. Taking a huge swig, 
he looked back at 
Lanelle and cried, "You said you would never 
leave!" Once again 
bringing the bottle to his lips, he drained it of 
its contents. As 
the dark  brown liquid spilled from his lips, 
down his neck, and 
over his chest, he released the bottle, and 
watched as it hit the 
floor shattering into a million pieces. Propping 
the gun up against 
the barstool, he glanced back at her one last 
time and as the click 
of the trigger began, he whispered, "Forever."
 
The End 

 

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