A/N: Well, here it is! The final chapter. It's been a long ride, and please forgive me for my lack of updating! I hope this last chapter makes up for it.

December 16, 2007-Mellon Arena

Chris POV

"Mr. Irvine, you face Randy Orton tonight for his WWE Championship. How do you think you compare to him?" A WWE reporter asked me.

I continued to rub baby oil on the upper half of my body as I thought of an answer. How could I compare myself to Randy? I set the oil down on the table and walked into the bathroom to wash my hands off.

"You can't compare anyone to Randy Orton. He's in a category all his own. He's shaped the wrestling world his own way. What I will say is that I have more years of experience on him, so we'll see how that goes." I answered, drying off my hands.

"Do you think you can beat him?" The reporter asked.

"Hands down. Someone's gotta save the WWE Universe from him. Why not be me?" I asked the reporter.

The reporter laughed as he jotted a few notes down in his notebook. My match with Randy Orton was just an hour away, and a reporter was getting my last minute thoughts for the website. I pulled my cell phone out of my sweatpants pocket and checked to see if I had any messages.

Nope. Nothing from her again.

"Mr. Irvine, it's been six months since you entered a rehab facility for your addiction to drugs, alcohol, and sex. How have you been fairing since you got out?" The reporter asked.

I set my phone in my pocket and ran my fingers through my hair. I sat down on the arm of the sofa opposite from the reporter and smirked.

"I've been doing really well. I haven't slipped up and I've gotten my life back on track. I have a better relationship with my ex and our kids, and I've definitely improved in the ring. Sure, I miss drinking every now and then. But I know it's for the better that I stay away." I answered.

"Not even one drink? Not even a shot?" The reported asked, amazed.

"Nope. Not a one. I know if I take one sip, then it's all over." I told him.

"And who do you credit your successful recovery to at Promises?" The reporter asked.

I looked at the reporter and took a short breath in. Who did I credit my recovery too? Well, who else would I credit?

Denise.

She played hardball from the moment I met her. She never gave up on me, not even at my lowest moment. And all the while she was battling her own demons. Too bad it all blew up in her face in the end. I blame myself mostly for that.

I've tried calling her, sending her text messages, e-mails, letters. Anyway I could get in touch with her at all. Not once did I get a response from her. I just wished that I could hear her voice one last time, or see her words on a piece of paper or on my phone. I never stopped thinking about her starting from the day I met her that first day. And to kiss her again, oh those lips…

"Chris?" The reporter asked, bringing me back to reality.

"Oh. Sorry. I would definitely have to credit…" I started to say before I heard a knock on my door.

I looked up, and instantly my heart stopped beating. Time seemed to stand still as we locked eyes. She was wrapped up in a grey sweater and dark jeans. She smiled at me as I stood up off of the arm of the couch.

"Denise." I finished.

Denise's POV

"Hi." I managed to force out of my mouth.

Good lord, six months definitely did wonders to Chris. He was in top shape and seemed healthier then I remember him to be. He walked to the doorway and stood in front of me. He looked down into my eyes and took in a breath. My heart was going a million miles a minute as I stared into his. His blue eyes had always made me melt. He backed me up a little bit as he closed the door to his room.

"Oh Denise." He sighed, pulling me in for a hug.

His arms wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I closed my eyes as I wrapped my arms around him. God, I had missed him so much. He called me and tried contacting me every way possible. I wanted to answer him, I really did.

But I tried to forget him.

I mean, he did get me fired from my job. He ruined my life, my reputation and my career. How could I forgive him for all he put me through?

It was the fact that I loved him.

And now here I was, six months later, in front of the man that I missed from the day I left. He eventually pulled away from me, but he kept his hands around my waist. I didn't mind, I missed every bit of this man.

"What are you doing here?" Chris finally asked.

"Shane McMahon contacted me about a month ago about WWE needing a new health specialist for the company. I guess some of the new guys are testing positive for certain drugs, and he wants me to help them out with cleaning them out. So I took the job." I explained to him.

"Denise that's great! What have you been up to?" Chris asked me.

"Well, I went home after Promises to stay with my mom and dad for a while. Then I moved to Georgia and worked at a group home till Shane called me. How did you know where I was?" I asked.

"I have my ways." Chris answered with a wink.

I laughed as I looked back up at Chris. His eyes sparkled in the light. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I pulled him in for a kiss.

"Chris? You're on in half an hour." Someone called.

Chris let out a breath and opened his eyes. He put his forehead to mine and licked his lips.

"I need to finish getting ready." He told me.

"I'll wait here for you." I told him.

"You sure? Your not gonna go driving off in a cab are you?" He asked.

I pulled him for what I meant to be a quick kiss. As I tried to pull away, he pulled my body into his and tightened his grip around me. I finally pulled away enough to let him go. He slowly let his hands fall from my waist and turned around to open his door.

"Hey Denise?" He asked, still facing the door.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"I found a new obsession." He answered.

My heart sank a little. Oh boy, this could not be good. I closed my eyes and braced myself for what was to come.

"And what would that be Mr. Irvine?" I asked.

"You." He answered, looking back and smiling at me.

I opened my eyes and chuckled. He laughed as he walked back into his room. I leaned against the wall outside of his room and tilted my head back. Chris was always a charmer. I opened my eyes and bit my lip.

We both found an obsession that could work for us.

THE ENDDD! And now, for the thank you's!

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