It is the night of the Black Wedding between Stephanie McMahon and the Undertaker. But what would've happened had she not been saved by Stone Cold Steve Austin? What would the Lord of Darkness have in store for her? What will Stephanie's father Vinc...
Stephanie's POV I was just laying on my bed in my room and reading books again. I might go downstairs and make something for lunch. I heard a knock on my door; "Come in," I said. Mark entered my room and sat down next to me on the bed.
"Stephanie, your father tried to come and get you again," said Mark. "Really? I can't believe that asshole tried to do it again. My father hated me anyway, but he tried to hide it," I said. "Well you don't have to worry about him anymore, my dear. He is gone," said Mark. "How did you do it, Mark?", I asked. "I'm sure you're familiar with my choke slam move. Well, that's sort of what I used on Vince. But the version that people don't see is my "Death's Grip" choke slam; I grab my victim's neck, then my eyes turn black and my veins turn purple. Then I slam my victim to the floor by the neck," said Mark. "Whoa, that's cool. How do I learn that?", I asked. "All in good time, Stephanie. And that is not the only power I have," replied Mark. "So what do you wanna do now? Maybe a movie?", I asked. "I have Blair Witch Project on VHS. We can watch in my room," said Mark as he smiled a bit. "That's one of my favorite movies; sure we can watch it together," I said.
I went into Mark's room down the hall. He follows behind me and closes the door. Mark takes off his robes leaving him dressed in a somewhat tight cutoff black shirt that depicted his symbol in a dark gray color coupled with a pair of black trousers. Mark took off his boots and set them beside the coat/hat stand he hung his robes on.
We laid on the bed and watched Blair Witch Project together...
Time skip... evening
Mark and I cuddled on the bed for a while after the movie ended. "It's evening now, Stephanie. Would you like to take an evening stroll through the graveyard with me?", Mark asked. "That would be wonderful, my Lord," I said. "Well then, go ahead and get ready; I'm going to do so in just a moment," he said.
I left Mark's room and went into mine. I put on my long black dress and a pair of black ankle-length heeled boots. I put on my lace necklace and my lace fingerless gloves.
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I left my room and closed the door behind me; I walked downstairs to wait for Mark. After a few moments, he came down there dressed in his robes again.
"Shall we?", Mark asked. "Yes," I replied. Mark and I went outside, closing the front door behind us. I joined my left hand with Mark's right hand as we walked together. The graveyard was only a stone's throw away from Mark's mansion, so we didn't have to walk very far...
