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shrugged.  “He didn’t like it at first, but he wants me to be happy.”  She reached across the table and placed a hand over Emma’s.  “I’m sure that’s all Derek wants for you too, Em.  Would he be thrilled about you and Holt being together?  Probably not, but I guarantee he’d get over it if he knew you were truly happy.”
    “I don’t know,” Emma sighed as she pushed her plate to the middle of the table.  “The whole situation is do damn confusing.”
    “What’s to be confused about?’ Marissa asked.  “I promise if you just shut off your brain and follow your heart it will all work out.”
    “Maybe, but it’s probably too late anyway. I hurt Holt bad and I can’t blame him if he never forgave me.”
    “Well,” Marissa let go of her hand and returned to her food.  “I have it on good authority that h is feelings for you run pretty deep.  I think if you just give him some time this all might work out.”
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    The muffled roar of the crowd penetrated Emma’s headset and she finally turned her attention from the clipboard to the monitor.  Until now she’d avoided watching Holt’s match.  Certain wrestlers, including her brothers, she simply couldn’t watch.  Despite knowing the matches were choreographed to a certain degree, the violence and risk of injury were still great enough she had to look away.  Within the last few weeks Holt had been added to that list.  Tonight was even worse considering who he was fighting. 
    Currently Holt stood perched on the top turnbuckle prepared to perform a flying elbow drop.  It was a high risk maneuver that if performed correctly was a spectacular sight, but if something went wrong could end in disaster. Holt leaped, flew through the air and landed a perfect elbow before rolling away.  Inside Emma cheered but outside she held her breath. 
    Just because The Embalmer was down didn’t mean he was out.  William ‘The Embalmer’ Knutson was a certifiable maniac in the ring and damn near as crazy in real life.  He was taller than Holt, outweighed Holt by a good forty pounds and was certainly meaner than Holt could ever think about being.  As if those things weren’t enough to set Emma’s nerves on edge, Holt had all but snubbed her before his entrance.  Instead of getting a ‘Hey Gorgeous’ and one of Holt’s devastating smiles he’d walked past her to his spot near the curtain to wait for his cue.  His snub hurt more than she ever thought possible.
    She’d just turned away when a loud groan ripped through the crowd and she jerked her attention back to the monitor.  Within seconds she was riveted to the screen watching as Holt and William beat the hell out of each other.  They were definitely giving the crowd a good show but after working with them for so long , deep down she could tell something wasn’t right.  Cues were being ignored and each wrestler’s moves grew more forceful as the match went on.  Her stomach twisted and turned to glance at the clock. There was less than ten minutes left.  Please don’t let him get hurt.
    Garrett ambled up beside her.  “They’re really going at it.”
    “I know,” Emma murmured wishing time was already up.  She fel t it deep in the pit of her stomach. Something bad was going to happen.  She didn’t know exactly what, but with the way they were pummeling each other there wasn’t any way this match would end well.  Holt clothes lined The Embalmer, knocking him backward over the top rope out of the ring.  He landed with a thud to the mat below. 
    For several long seconds The Embalmer didn’t move, then the camera panned to Holt who for a second time climbed to the top of the turnbuckle.  He’d just set and prepared to leap when suddenly The Embalmer reared up and lunged at him.  With a hard shove he sent Holt sailing off the ropes backward into the announcers table.  The crowd went wild and Emma’s heart nearly stopped.  That wasn’t what they’d worked out in