Chapter 1

"Babe, we gotta go now! My water broke." Jasmine says.

"Ok." He replies as he hurries her to the car.

"Will we make it in time, Mark?"

"Yeah, no problem. The hospital is only 15 minutes away." he says as he

drives at record speed.

She sits in the passenger side doing her breathing as her contractions begin

at record speed. "Oh Mark, they are coming too fast."

"Hang on Jas, we are almost there." He says.

"Well, hurry. I don't want to have this baby in the car." She snaps.

He makes a face, realizing she is just worried as this is their first child.

they pull into the parking lot, he parks the car and runs to the other side

to get his wife and escort her inside. They walk up to a desk. The man

behind the desk see them and comes right over. he looks this huge man up and

down. Long red hair, covered in tattoos. "Can I help you?" He asks. "yeah my

wife is having a baby." mark replies. After getting the pertinant

information, an orderly comes out of the elevator and helps jasmine into a

wheelchair. They are taken to the maternity ward, where she is taken to a

room. "Take all your clothes off and put this gown on." A nurse says to her

handing her the gown. Jasmine complies. Afrer she gets done she sits on the

bed. Mark helps her to lay down, as the nurse hooks her up to a fetal

monitor. "What is all this?" Mark asks. "It is a machine that measures her

contractions and the baby's heart rate." She answers. "It wont hurt her?"

"No, she is completly safe Mr. Calloway."

The nurse watches as the machine does it's job. "Contractions are coming

really fast and they are powerful. This baby will be with us real soon. I

will call the doctor and he will be here shortly to examine you.' She says

before she leaves the room.

"Mark, I am scared. What if I can't do this?"

"You will be fine, Darlin'. I wont let nothing happen to you or our child."

He says smiling at her.

She howls in pain as she gets another contraction. He looks at the machine

and notices that it is going off the chart. She relaxes only to have another

one almost immediatly again. Again she howls. Getting aggrivated that his

wife is in so much pain, and gettign worried that something is wrong, he

walks out to the nurse's station. "Yes, Mr. Calloway, can I help you?" The

nurse asks. "Yeah, my wife in there, she is in a lot of pain and the

contractions are on top of each other." He says very concerned. "The doctor

is on his way. the we can see where we are." She says. "Can you atleast give

her something for the pain?" "I can't until the doctor orders it.' She

replies.

He turns and walks back into the room, to his dismay the bed is covered in

blood. He runs back out there. "You, in here now!" He demands. The nurse

runs in the room to find Jasmine, barely concious, the bed covered in blood.

the nurse walks back out to the door way and yells,"I need soem help, stat!"

Four nurses run into the room. They check on Jasmine. "She has lost a lot of

blood." She says as the doctor walks in. "Get her to the O.R. immediatly!

She needs an emergency caserian!" He exclaims. The nurses move the bed out

the room and rush it into the maternity wards operating room. They all put

on surgical wear, and scrub up. One of the nurses, puts a mask over her nose

and mouth that puts her to sleep. mark stands at the door watching through a

small window. he paces as the doctor cuts an incesion in the belly, He moves

the layer of skin and pulls out a wrigling screaming baby girl. Mark smiles

as he sees his daughter for the first time. The nurses all assit the doctor

in closing the incesion.

An hour later Mark is standing at a big window, he looks down at al lthe

babies born today. He smiles as he sees his daughter. Born with his

complection, and a head full of red curls.







Chapter 2

The doctor stitches up Jasmine's abdomen. As she begins to stir from the

anesthgia, she looks around. Gettign fearful as she doesn't see Mark. She

tries to sit up, but her belly starts to hurt. She winces in pain.

"Mrs. Calaway it will be a little while before you can be up and about." The

doctor says.

"Where is my husband?" She asks

"He is out looking at your daughter."

"A girl? Is she ok?"

"Yes, she is perfectly healthy. 9 pounds 10 ounces, and a full head of red

hair."

"Can I see her?"

"As soon as you are taken to your room."

"When will that be?"

"In just a few minutes." The doctor replied.

A nurse removes Jasmine's I.V. and they help to a wheel chair. The nurse

wheels her to a room. Mark walks in a few seconds later. He helps her into

bed.

"Is everythign ok?" He asks.

"Yes, she will be just fine."

"Can I see my baby?" Jasmine asks.

"Yes, i will bring her to you." The nurse replies.

Mark bends down and kisses her, she kisses him back.

"Thank you for giving me such a beautiful gift. She is perfect."

"You saw her already?"

"Yes, looked through the nursery window."

The door opens and a bassinet is wheeled into the room with a child, wrapped

in a pink blanket. Her red hair shines in the light of the room. Jasmine

looks at her and looks at Mark. "She is beautiful." She says.

The nurse hands the baby to Jasmine. She smiles as she holds her child for

the first time.

"What are we gonna name her?" Mark asks.

"Alexandria."

"That is a good name, Alexandria Jasmine Calaway." He says.

Chapter 3

A few days later Jasmineis released from the hospital. She holds her

daughter in her arms, as Mark walks along beside her carrying the bags and

car seat. He smiles gingerly at them. <What did I do to deserve such a pair

of beautiful girls.> He thinks to himself. They reach the car and Jasmine,

places the baby in the car seat. Mark takes the seat and buckles the

sleeping child into the car. He opens the front door and helps his wife into

the passenger side and closes the door. He walks around the other side of

the car and gets in. Turning the key they drive off. He smiles all the way

home.

"What are you grinning at?" Jasmine asks.

"Just proud of my baby girl back there. She will be loved and protected for

as long as I breathe." He proudly replies.

"I didn't think you would have it any other way." She smiles.

"You know I have to get back on the road soon."

"Yeah i figured as much." She replies sadly. "It has been so nice to have

you home for awhile."

"Why don't you come with me? You and Lexie." he asks happily.

"I don't know Mark she is so tiny. But I do wish you would pay attention to

the road, i beleive that was a stop sign you just drove through." She says

worried.

"I am sorry. I will be careful from now on."

He pulls out onto the freeway. Speeding up, he gets into the left lane. He

passes a semi-truck. getting back into the right lane, a car comes up on him

fast, they ram into him forceing him off the road. Tires squealling, brakes

smoking. The car rolls over 4 times. As it comes to a stop upside down and

against a tree. he looks over and looks at his wife, she is unconscious, and

her face is covered in blood. He looks at the back seat and the Lexie is not

in her carseat, but thrown out of it and landed on her head on the floor

board. He is awakened from his shock at the sounds of emergency vehicles.

teh sirens ring in his ears. <Oh my God! She better be ok.> He thinks as he

tries to get out the car but his seat belt is still connected. He fights

with the buckle finally freeing himself. He throws himself on the jammed

door, it flies open and he falls to the ground.

"Are you alright sir?" An EMT asks him.

"My wife...my daughter they are in there. they are hurt." he screams.

"We, will see to them. Please stay right there. till some can look you

over." He orders.

Mark obeys his orders. He sits ont he ground watching as they bring his wofe

from the car. She is quickly covered, from head to toe. He realizes what

htis means...he has just became a widower. He begins to weep quietly. He

looks up as the bring the baby out. The quickly cover her. Both mother and

daughter are put into the same ambulance and taken to the hospital where

after identification they will be placed in the morgue. The EMT walks up the

small embankment and kneels down to check Mark.

"Asside form some lacerations you look to be fine." He announces. "The

police will want to speak with you, about the accident. I am sorry for yout

loss."

"Sorry for my loss? That was my wife and brand new baby. I was just bringing

them home! This should have been a happy day." He growls.

he stands to hsi full height and the EMT backs away from his bulk. "I am

sorry Mr. Calloway."

"How do you know my name? i never gave it to you."

"I am sorry, but I am a fan. I know who you are." he replies.

"Do me a favor and keep this quiet. I don't want rumors on the internet in

10 minutes." He says.

"hey I haven't seen you." He says with a smile.

Chapter 4

Mark walks up to where the cops are. Thay have their equipment out for

investigating car accidents. Measuring skid tracks and such. he stands on

the shoulder of the road. An officer walks over to him.

"Were you the drver?"

"yes, my wife and daughter were just pulled from the car...they are dead."

He replies sadly.

"I am sorry for your loss. Can you tell me what happened here?" The officer

asks.

I was rammed by another car forcing us off the road. the car rolled and you

know the rest."

"Another officer has a car pulled over about 3 miles up the road. the driver

is drunk and it has fresh paint looks to be the same color as your vehicle."

"Good! I hope he is being charged. Trust me he is a lot safer with you guys

than with me." he comments. The officer looks up him suspisiously.

"The suspect has been apprehended and confessed to hit and run that just

happened." The officer's radio announces.

"I take it he will be charged." mark asks.

The ambulance pulls up onto the road. It stops, Mark walks over to it. He

steps into the back door that has just opened. After it closes the ambulance

takes off to hospital. He rides in silence just looking at his wife and

daughter.

"It happened so fast. We were talking and all of the sudden they were taken

from me." he suddenly announces his voice thick with Texas drawl.

They arrive at the hospital and Jasmine and Lexie are wheeled directly to

the morgue. Mark signs papers presented to him. The he kisses hsi wife head,

and then his daughters. He walks out of the hospital not quite knowing where

to go or what to do.

Chapter 5

he gets into a cab and rides home in silence. "Why did this happen? Why did

it have to be them?" he thinks to himself. They arrive at his house, he pays

the driver and gets out. he slowly walks into the house and looks around. he

walks into the living room and picks up the phone and looks through it. He

finally finds the number he was looking for and calls the mortuary and makes

necessary plans and arrangments. he hangs up the phone and heads to their

bedroom. Looking for a special outfit for her to buried in. He picks out a

nice blue dress. "She always loved blue." he says outloud. He lays the dress

on the bed and goes across the hall to his daughter's room. he picks out a

girly looking outfit for her. they bought both types of clothes. The gender

of the child was a surprise. gathering the garments up he heads out the

door to his truck. getting in he drives to deliver the last things his

family will ever wear. While driving he punche sin a number on his cell

phone. "Come on answer your dsamned phone." he grumbles to himself. Finally

the ringing ended.

"Yeah."

"Glen, you gotta come out here. Something has happened."

"What's up?" He replies.

"We got into a car wreck, Jas and the baby are dead."

"Oh man, I am so sorry. I am on my way."

"Go to the house." he replies hanging up.

Mark drives by the police station, he pulls over into a parking spot, and

walks inside. he finds an officer. "Have they brought the guy in from the

car wreck out on 91?"

"yeah, he is in detox tank righr now?" the officer replies. "Who are you?"

"One of the victims." He replies dryly.

"Oh you are the survivor?"

"Yeah, ya think? I wanna know what he is bein charged with?"

"Vehicular homicide 2 counts, drunk driving, driving while under teh

influence of drugs, posession of Herion, and hit and run. This guy wont see

the light of day for a very long time."

"Good I hope he rots and festers knowing he killed my family." Mark says

leaving.

he get sinto the truck and continues on to the mortuary. He walks in and

deposits the articles of clothes off. And schedules when to have the

service. Getting back into his truck he drives home.

Chapter 6

He arrives at his house, there is a truck in the driveway. "Glem must be

here." He thinks. Mark parks the car and gets out. Walking into the house he

shuts the door. "Hey Mark, hows it going?" Glen greets. "As good as it's

gonna get I guess." He replies.

He sits down, then suddenly hears several cars pull up. He looks out the

window and watches his friends all come towards the house. "What the hell?"

He groans.

Amy Dumas is the first to walk in, "Hey Mark, I am so sorry. Jas was a good

freind of mine." She says.

"We all loved her like a sister." Adam adds.

"Thank you, all of you. It means a lot to me that you would put your lives

on hold for my family."

"Don't mention it." Chris Irvine replies.

mark walks into the kitchen and Trish, along with Torrie are cooking up a

wrestler sized dinner. They set the table and everyone comes in and has a

nice dinner.

The next day they all get up and put on their best clothes and head to the

cemetary. "I can't thank you guys enough for this." Mark says.

"It's no problem. That is what friends do." Glen replies. "I just want to

get through this day." Mark grumbles.

The minister preforms the ceromony, talking about Jasmine and Alexandria.

All of the sudden mark falls from his seat, all that is seen is a huge puff

of red hair moving fast, and a loud thud hits the ground. Glen rushes to

him, checking him he realizes he fainted. Slowly coming around Mark realizes

what happened and gets back to his seat. The end of the ceromony comes as

Mark tosses a handful of dirt onto his wife and child's grave a tear escapes

his normally cold green eyes. He is the last to leave as he just stares into

the deep hole in the ground where his wife and daughter are to rest for

eternity. He turns and walks towards his car. getting in he drives away,

where he doesn't know he just drives.

Chapter 7

Some hours later Mark arrives at the house. He stumbles up the few steps

into the house. The only one left is Glen. He gets up as he hears the big

man fall to the floor with a big thud. He walks over to him and notices that

he reeks of booze. Geln notices that Mark has passed out. he scratches his

head in thought. "How am I gonna move him away from the door. " He wonders

aloud. Glen turns Mark over and tries shaking him, he comes to a bit. Mark

tries to sit up, his friend immediatly helps him, Glen catche shim just

before he falls over.

"Come on Mark, you need to get up." Glen says.

"Where is she?" He slurs.

"Who, Mark?"

"Jasmine and the baby? Where did they go?"

Glen looks at his friend, and shakes his head.

"Come on get to your feet."

mark allows Glen to help him up, he staggers to the stairs, Glen guides him

up making sure he doesnt end his career from a drunken stupor . Glen opens

Mark's door and pushes him in. mark falls face first onto his bed and passes

out.

"Sleep it off." Glen says shutting the door. He walks back downstairs and

watches tv, as he falls asleep on the couch.

***The next morning***

Mark stumbles down the stairs, he grumbles a few words to himself as he

walks into the kitchen and makes some coffee. He sits down with a bottle of

aspirin, waiting for the coffee to brew. As it finishes he get sup and pours

a cup. He takes 4 aspirin out of the bottle and downs them with his coffee.

Glen walks in rubbing his eyes, he looks around.

"Coffee is on." marks says.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, hung over but i will fine. Why do you ask?"

"You asked me where Jas and the baby were." Glen replies looking into his

coffee.

"I did?" He says surprised.

"Mark, it's ok to miss them."

"I know, thats is why I am going straight back to work. I am leaving

tomarrow."

"Shouldn't you take a little time off?"

"No, I want to stay busy, plus I got legions of fans that miss me." He

replies dryly.

"The fans will be there when you get back. They will understand."

"Understand what?" He asks his temper flaring.

"That you just buried your wife and child."

"No, I don't want then knowing...it's none of their business!" he growls.

"They already know, newspaper article was posted on the net last night. It's

all over the fan sites and message boards."

"Great now all the freaks will come out."

"Actually all of them were very simpathetic, and wished to send their

thoughts to you. Most respectful."

"Let the rumors begins!" mark grunts.

"you know, those people buy your merchandise, they buy tickets to shows to

see you and from what I read only you. They just feel bad for ya is all."

"I know I am thankful for them, but dammit...it's just my job." He replies.

"Well I am off to the show today. Vince wants me back for tv tonite." Glen

says.

He walks off to pack, he calls for a cab. As it arrives, he walks back to

the kitchen where Mark still sits.

"Hey, give me a call sometime." He says as he leaves.

Chapter 8

Some hours after Glen leaves, Mark is sitting at the kitchen table with a

half gallon of Jack Daniels, that is half empty. He looks around as if he

heard somehing.

"Oh who am I kidding?" He says to himself as he throws the bottle shattering

it against the wall. Broken glass and whiskey go everywhere. He gets up

throwing the wooden chair across the room, it hits the wall and bounces off.

He staggers off to the other room. He opens a glass case and takes out a

small handgun, picking up a small box he loads it with one shot. He walks

upstairs to his bedroom that he shared with his wife. He swings open the

door it hits the door on the other side and stops. He walk in and sits on

the bed, looking around all he can see is her. He can smell her, his eyes

begins to water turning them into small green pools. His tears fall freely

down his face, as he holds the gun to his head, he pulls back the hammer.

Suddnely he stops and moves the gun away. He throws it across the room.

"I can't do this! She wouldn't want me to.!" He berates himself.

He gets up and gets his bag out of the closet and throws some clothes into

it. He gets his gear together and hap-hazardly throws it into another bag.

He picks up his cell phone and dials a number. A few minutes later he hangs

up, and heads to the door. A cab pulls up and he gets in.

"To the airport."

The driver gets to the airport. Mark tosses him a $100 bill and gets out. he

runs into the airport and purchases a ticket to the next town.

Chapter 9

Mark walks through the security door at the back of the arena. The guard

just nods at him and lets him pass. He runs into Vince first. vince looks at

him as he walks past, not really looking where he is going as if going

through motions.

"Mark!" Vince says.

Mark just keeps going as if he didn't hear him. Vince follows him. Finally

catching up.

"Mark, stop!"

He turns and looks down at his employer.

"What!" He growls.

"I don't want you here tonight. The show will go fine without you."

"I need to work...I need soemthing to do." He replies.

"I am sorry for your loss, Jasmine was a wonderful person. But you just

buried your wife, and you don't need ot be in the ring so soon. I am

afraid..."

"Afraid I will hurt somebody right?" Mark says cutting him off.

"Well, yes. You have just been through a very traumatic time, you need time

to heal."

"This isn't like I broke my leg you know. This will never go away. Just let

me work, just let me make an appearance I don't have to wrestle." He pleads.

"Fine, Mark. Make an appearance but i am not booking you into a match

tonight."

"Fine." Mark says turning and leaving.

***Later that night***

Funeral music begins to play. mark steps out of the curtian as The

Undertaker. He stalks the ring. All the while looking at the floor. He

coldly enters the ring and grabs a mic from Lillian Garcia. He looks at the

sold out arena filled with fans who are very quiet. He smirks.

"I am pissed off and lookign for a fight! Play time is over...now who is man

enough to face their worst nightmare?"

Suddenly John Heidenreich comes running to the ring with Paul Heyman running

behind him.

"No, John you don't want him while he is in such a foul mood." Paul screams.

Heidenreich gets in the ring, and pulls back his fist. Taker blocks it, and

clotheslines him to the mat. Heidenreich gets to his feet Taker chokeslams

him, then rolls his eyes. Leaving the ring he looks up at the tron and grins

as he sees Heyman go to attend his charge.

Chapter 10

Later that night mark sits in his hotel room, he hears a gentle knock on the

door. He sets down his half-gallon of jack Daniels and walks to the door. He

opens it to find, Stephanie at his door.

"What do you want?" He slurs.

"Can I come in?" She asks.

Rolling his eyes, he moves so she can pass. She walks into the room and sits

down on a near by chair. She looks around at the mess of destruction he has

created.

"Mark, what is wrong with you? You used ot be so professional, so cold and

unemtional."

"I guess burying your wife and newborn child will do that to a person." He

grunts out.

"I am sorry about Jasmine and the baby, she was a good friend of mine."

"Yeah, some kind of friend you were, you didn't even go to her funeral. The

people that truly cared about her were there. You know she had no family and

she considered all the wwe her family as I once did."

"I am sorry, Mark. I didn't know about it till it was too late. I miss her.

But I didn't come here to tal about her and rehash hard memories for you."

"Then what pray tell did the billion dollar princess come here for?" He says

coldly.

"I came here to talk to you about your whiskey and your recent additude

change. I don't think you are ready to be back to work."

"And let me guess, you think you are big enough to stop me?" He says

standing over her.

"Look Mark it wasn't an easy decision but my father is gonna end your

contract. He is gonna retire you. Are you ready for that?" She replies.

"Leave, bitch! Now!" He growls.

Stephanie looks up at him, "You and I have been freidns since I was a child,

I never thought until now you would actually hurt me, that is why dad is

getting rid of you. You are a loose cannon." She says leaving.

"Does Vince think he is gonna sell tickets without the Undertaker?" He slurs

to himself.

He takes one last drink from the bottle then he throws it shattering it

against the wall. He picks up his car keys and leaves. he makes it to the

highway and remembers images of his wife, her laughing, their wedding day,

the day Alexandria was born. He slams on the brakes as he drives through the

desert. he runs from the car, into the sand and nothingness. He stops as he

drops to his knees.

"Why me! Why do I have to lose everything! Why did you take her from me? Why

Jasmine...it should have been me!" He screams at the top of his lungs. After

a while he gets back to his car and takes off. He drives all night till he

gets to his house. He takes a gas can rom his car and pours it all around

the house. He takes out a book of matches, he lights one then sets the whole

book on fire. He thorws it at the house igniting it. He backs away and

watches for a few minutes. He gets back into his car and leaves. "Now she is

wiped from my memory...nothing left of them to remind me of the pain. He

turns onto a road leading to a mountainous road. He loses control of his car

on a sharp corner, the car goes off the road, exploding into flames.

The End.