Author: Insane Cali Gurl PM
What happens when you cross a snobby ABC ballet instructor with a tattooed, harley riding wrestler...One can only imagine. [Mark Calloway Undertaker OC] There are a few other wrestlers in here...but the main focus is Mark with the OC.Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama - Chapters: 25 - Words: 15,560 - Reviews: 29 - Favs: 31 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 08-21-05 - Published: 08-03-05 - Status: Complete - id: 2516613
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Mark could feel her shaking…he couldn't tell if it was because she was cold or if it was because of him. Mark wrapped one arm around her waist and one arm around her shoulders across her chest to her other shoulder…she laid her head against his arm and he felt his heart beat started racing…
Mark kissed the top of her head and said, "I'm so sorry Alyssa…I know I was an insensitive asshole, revenge makes people do stupid shit…I never realized it until you left…but…I love you…and as much bitching, arguing and fighting we did while on the road…I enjoyed having you as my fake wife…but the thing is now…Now that you've made me fall in love with you, I want you as my real wife." Mark felt her body tense in his arms.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing…I had to of been hearing things…this wasn't Mark it was some guy that looked like him…it couldn't be him…although the tattoos did sort of give him away…BIG TIME! I leaned my head down and touched my face to his warm forearm as the tears slid down my cheeks and onto his warm tattooed skin.
Mark felt something warm touch his forearm…he turned Alyssa around and watched as her tears slid out of her big eyes and down her already wet cheeks…Mark touched her face and wiped the tears away…and leaned down and captured my lips with his…and then pulled away…
Mark got down on one knee and said, "Okay if I'm gonna do this the right way this time…then damn…I'll be asking the question and you better give me the right answer. Alyssa Martini, Will you marry me?" Mark watched as the brightest smile lit up her face.
I couldn't even say anything, I jumped on Mark as he fell back onto his back on the floor…I ravaged his lips with mine…and kissed his eyes and face and nose and mouth and cheeks…Mark chuckled and said, "Is it safe to assume that's a yes?" I said, "Hell yes." As I kissed his lips again, Mark rolled us over and sat up long enough to put the ring on my finger…I looked down and it was the same ring he'd gotten me before…
Mark said, "That ring was destined to be on your finger for the rest of your life…just like you were destined to be mine forever." I smiled as I changed shoes and grabbed my pulled over hooded sweatshirt…
We walked down to the main office where Mr. Morris was and I said, "I quit." Mr. Morris said, "Ms. Martini, w-w-wait a minute young lady." I said, "No you wait…life is too short to make life long decisions…See this big tattooed guy next to me?"
Mr. Morris swallowed hard and said, "Yes."
I said, "I love him…and he loves me back…and I could very well love him more then dancing…a year ago I could have never said that because I thought that dancing was the most important thing in my life…but a year ago…I didn't know him…but I know him now…and I know him enough that if something goes wrong with parts of my body, he's gonna love me no matter what…he sure as hell doesn't care that at one time I was the best in this business and I have to tell you, I don't really care about that either."
Mark wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my temple and I said, "Nothing matters in my life right now but me and him…and we're getting married, and I'm gonna go on the road with him when ever he wants me by his side…and were gonna live in Texas, were gonna ride horses and were gonna have babies…So I quit."
We walked out together and down to the front of the school where Mark had his bike parked. I pulled my sweatshirt on and Mark helped me get on…Mark stepped back and I touched his forearm he looked down at me and I said, "I love you." Mark got closer and said, "I love you too…" And kissed my lips. Mark got on and I wrapped my arms around him as tight as possible…as we rode through the streets of New York on our way to elope…this time…for real.
So what is the answer to the question…?
What happened to Miss Independent?
Ooh, she fell in love.