Sometimes it's More Fun to Fight (wwe, 18+)

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: starlight. May 17 2013, 09:53 AM
“ Approaching the ring now, Elisha Michaels" The whole arena had erupted earlier with cheers and applause as the diva approached the squared circle. 

Those cheers hadn't stopped all throughout the match. Of course they were for her but the cheering and applause had stopped after 1, 2, 3. She rolled over and tried to stand up. She'd lost again.



The diva not much older that 22 sat on a storage box. Her head down she was upset of course you would be. If your father was the legendary Showstopper and he was still winning matches and he was well 40.

She dangled her legs. The only person she could talk to was well her father and he had to be wrestling didn't he.

Her whole life had been about wrestling .ever since she was little. She'd wanted to be just like her dad. She'd followed that dream. Gone through years of training and fitness, she'd gone through everything just to follow her dream.



The Texan diva's eyes were full of disappointment. She'd never felt this bad about losing before. To make it worse it was against Candice Michelle. She kept hearing those tree taps in her head. Why didn't she kick out? 

Blonde hair fell over the girls face as she jumped off the storage box. She wouldn't drown in her sorrows. No next week she would face Candice again and Elisha would win. Elisha wasn't the type of person to drown in her sorrows and this time wouldn't be different. She'd spent her whole life training to be a wrestler who won not a wrestler who lost.



She headed up the corridor to the diva's locker room. She would only talk to Ashley or Trish and they were great. But they never gave the same advice as she dad did. There was something different about Shawn's advice, she didn't know what it just seemed to help more. 

She wasn't really like the other diva's. Yeah she had the blonde hair and the big boobs. But she had something different about her. She had that sparkle, the personality that shone through. On the microphone or in the ring it shone. Behind the microphone she could shoot you down with words and you'd never get back up. The only person she didn't match behind the mike was John Cena. She could imagine the mike fights those two could have.

That bought a smile to her face thinking about that. Promos were fun.



She was friends with many of the Superstars and enemies with a few. Just because of who she was. Mainly she would wrestle against the Diva's. She'd had the odd mixed tag match against a Superstar. But that was it.

Posted by: yunalesca May 17 2013, 10:10 AM
The busty blonde known as Trish Stratus winced slightly as she continued to stare at the monitor in the girl’s locker room. Elisha Michaels wasn’t having the best of matches and had begun to lose the Candice Michelle, which only added salt to the wound. Trish had known Elisha for quite some time and knew that she was too proud to lose to such an unworthy opponent.

‘1, 2, 3!’ The monitor screamed at her, causing the Canadian bombshell to take a seat. She gritted her teeth and ran a hand through her thick hair, sighing deeply in slight sorrow for the girl. The look of shock on her face was almost unbearable. Losing to Candice was the worst thing that could happen to almost anybody in the business, with the exception of a few divas.

She almost reluctantly pulled on the remainder of her wrestling gear as she headed out early, hoping to attempt a cheering up session with Shawn’s daughter, although doubting she would come out of it successful. She sighed once more before slipping out of the locker room door and making her way down the hall.

They met half way, or more along the lines of Trish calling Elisha out of her slight trance.
“I saw what happened...” She began hesitantly, looking for the proper way to handle the situation. She knew what it was like to lose to a girl like Candace.
 “Most of the other wrestlers will tell you that you can't win them all, but I don't believe that's the thing to say here." She took a breath, examining her peer closely for some hint of understanding.
 “Basically, it sucks to lose to a girl like Candice. She's not really ring qualified to wrestle you, but she got lucky. We all get lucky sometimes." She smirked at herself; she usually didn't have a problem speaking.
 "I'm sure your dad's much better at this than I am. You were probably headed that way, weren't you?" She inquired almost to herself. 

One reason she couldn't speak to clearly or give advice at the moment was due to the fact that she had an inter-gender tag match coming up that she still had to warm up for. Last she could recall it was Victoria and Tyson Tomko she was to face, and she still hadn't chosen a male partner.

“Listen, after my match, maybe we could sit down and chat for a bit, if you're not feeling better by then." Trish smiled, trying not to sound like she was somehow blowing her friend off.

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Posted by: starlight. May 17 2013, 10:14 AM
A small half hearted smile came to Elisha's face. " Thanks Trish, I'd like that" she said in her not so usual voice. It was a dissapointed, quiet voice that not many people heard. She was angry on the inside but she couldn't show that on the outside. 
" I was actually coming to wish you good luck for tonight" she had to think of something to say quick. Really she was going to grab something to throw at a wall.
" Hope you have fun in your Tag match" she smiled widely. She said no more and kept walking. She knew if she bumped into the wrong Diva they would give her hell. Or even some superstars that had known her since she was little like HHH. 
" Cya Round Trish" she muttered before turning into the Diva's locker room.

Now what would she throw at a wall this after noon? A ball maybe who knew but she needed to find some way to relive her stress. Maybe a beat up session would help?

Posted by: yunalesca May 17 2013, 10:24 AM
Why did I wait so long to find a partner?!” Trish growled to herself as she turned another corner, attempting to find some wrestlers mingling around. She shook her head in frustration and lowered her gaze to the floor, running wrestler’s names through her head once more. The entire roster of male wrestler’s that she desired as a tag partner were already or have yet to be involved in a match.

“Good one Trish...” She mumbled, turning another corner. Her gaze was still low so she didn’t even notice the massive form of Viscera before her until she bumped into him.
“Sorry,” She started to apologize, but then noticed who it was.
“I am so sorry; I should have been paying better attention...” She stammered quickly, afraid of what the big man could do to her.

“We hear you’re in need of a tag team partner,” Viscera licked his lips.
”We?” Trish inquired nervously.
“You don’t expect Big Visc to simply walk down that aisle with the lovely Trish Stratus without the Big Valbowski, do you?” Val Venis voiced with heavy bass in his voice.

Trish almost blushed as she noticed Val looking her up and down.
“Of course not.” She replied before turning back to the bigger man. “So, you’ll be my tag partner?”

“After tonight, Trish, I may be more than just a ‘tag’ partner,” Viscera smiled, licking his lips once more. She managed a smile as she swallowed the lump in her throat. At least she had a man as big as Tomko to back her up.

Posted by: starlight. May 17 2013, 10:30 AM
Elisha laughed as she searched through her bag. She didn't travel lightly but most of her stuff was with her dad. Like her travelling stuff. She searched through her bag of personal things, clothes everything she needed was in this bag.

She set a photo of her family on the ground. She put clothes on the floor and many other little things until right in the corner of her bag she found a ball that she could throw to release her anger. She started putting the things back in her bag until she got to the photo. She looked at it for a while a smile appearing on her face. She missed her mother so much. At least her dad was with her on the road.

Elisha stood up and walked out into the corridor looking for an empty space.She ducked past Trish, Val and Vis. 
" Excuse me" she muttered walking past them. She didn't want to get caught in anything so she moved quickly, turning a corner she found an empty spot.

She sat down and started throwing the ball. Before she got any further she heard a very familair voice.
" So how many more matches are you going to loose?"

Elisha looked up it had to be HHH
" I don't plan on loosing anymore matches" she threw the ball harder at the wall.
" Thats good. I'd hate to see little Elisha Michaels follow in the footsteps of her father" HHH smirked moving off.

Elisha said nothing. She couldn't fend for her father. HBK had one of the best careers in the business and HHH knew that. Elisha thre wthe ball harder thinkg of her match. Thinking about everything.

Posted by: yunalesca May 17 2013, 10:34 AM
When Trish Stratus’ music hit the speakers of the arena, she’d managed to push her thoughts of Elisha aside, clearly focused as she flexed her muscles slightly. She decided to wait at the top of the entrance ramp as a safety precaution. Knowing Victoria and Tomko, they would jump her if she attempted to walk any closer without Viscera or Val.

When Val Venis’ music hit, Trish was confident she would win this match. She had the back-up of two strong men to Victoria’s one. She couldn’t help but grin slightly, but that was quickly swiped off her face as Viscera scooped her up in his big arms and carried her down to the ring. She could only imagine what was escaping the lips of The King at the announcer’s table at this point.

The match became a blur as Trish was the one who started out against Victoria. It’d been so fast-paced; she didn’t know whose shoulders were lying on the mat when she heard the ‘1, 2, 3’.

“Trish!” she heard her name being called by Jack Doan, the referee for their match. She turned her face to his voice and felt her head split from a massive headache.
“Where am I?” She asked, almost breathless. She looked around and saw she was lying face up in the middle of the ring. They’d been her shoulders that had been flat on the mat. How’d that happened, she wondered?
“Trish, do you remember what happened?” Doan asked her this time, lightly tapping the side of her face in an attempt to keep her conscious.

It all came flooding back. Viscera and Val had cornered Victoria on the outside, distracting the referee. Tomko had rolled into the ring and had delivered a powerful jackhammer power-bomb to her, knocking her cold. 

Trish covered her face with a hand in an attempt to stop the terrible headache. Victoria had of course slipped into the ring and took advantage of her opening.

She winced as she felt Val rolling her out of the ring and sling one of her arms over his shoulder. She continued to hold her pounding head with her other hand as he helped her up the ramp, Viscera trailing.

Posted by: starlight. May 17 2013, 10:46 AM
Elisha could hear the TV from where she was sitting and ran over to it as soon as she heard the count. Her eyes widened. They were Trish's shoulders on the mat. She shook her head in disbelief as if it didn't happen. " Oh No" she muttered. She looked around before rushing to the entrance. waiting for Trish to come back. She was hurt bad. But what could Elisha do?

Shawn Michaels entered the arena. He'd been stuck in traffic and had only just arrived. But he'd seen Elisha's match on the TV in the limo. He would have to find her after his match. Of course he was main eventing and didn't really have alot of time to get ready. He didn'y look around for Elisha he headed straight for his locker room.

Posted by: yunalesca May 17 2013, 10:58 AM
“Woah, easy Trish,” uttered Viscera as she began to stumble over her feet. She felt his hand upon her back to help steady her.
She felt her mouth move and mumble something back, though she wasn’t sure of what it was. Her head was still spinning, but she was aware that her feet were moving.

Once behind the stage curtain, Trish looked up and laid eyes on Elisha.
“Looks like both of us had a bad night.” She tried to laugh which made her head pound even more.
“You should sit down for a moment. You’re liable to have a concussion,” informed Val as he tried to ease her into a chair.
She waved him away and stood on her own for a moment before leaning against a wall.
“No, the main event’s coming up. I don’t want to be standing around here when Cena and Shawn walk out there.” She took a deep breath and pushed off the wall.
“You should stop and see the doc. He’s going to want to check you over.” Viscera commented quickly.
Trish nodded to him and moved down the stairs from the waiting area, holding onto the railing tight.
“I’ll be willing to bet we’re having a tag match next week,” Trish called to Elisha, holding a firm hand on the back of her head.

[Yunalesca]

dirty.angel - 27-12-2005 at 01:59 PM
Elisha smiled hearing Trish's joke. She watched as the DIVA stumbled away. She heard her comment " I'll put money on that" she smiled turning to Val and Vis. She didn't talk to them she moved away. She'd pretty much forgotten about her match that she'd had. She was more worried about Trish.

She sat back on the closest storage block. Sighing deeply. What a night it had been. There was still one more match she had to watch. Shawn's. Of course she would watch it but part of her didn't want him to win. Maybe it was because she had lost. Or maybe it was because his opponent was John Cena.

Shawn came out of his locker room dressed in his ring attire and ready to go. She made his way down the corridorr to the entrance. He saw Trish making her way down to the doctors. " You alright Trish" he asked in passing. He had a little time before his match. Maybe he'd go see Elisha.

Yunalesca - 27-12-2005 at 05:31 PM
Trish looked up at Shawn as he passed, barely catching his question.
“Yah, just got a tad rough out there, you know how it goes.” She smirked at him, continuing down the hall to the current ‘doctor’ locker room.

John Cena finished his quick warm up of a lap around his locker room and a few stretches. He was more than pumped for the match he’d been looking forward to since he’d heard it’s announcement last Monday night. Shawn Michaels was a legend in the locker room and he couldn’t wait to face him in the ring. No doubt he had more experience under his belt from years of wrestling in the business, but John was confident anyway. He’d been gaining in popularity fast and that helped to boost him into main events such as this, and gain him the opportunity to hold the Heavyweight title. He looked over at his famous ‘spinner’ belt which read ‘John Cena’ across the nameplate located near the bottom of the leather belt. 
Cena slipped one of his jerseys over his naked torso and cargo shorts, grabbing his belt and slinging it over his shoulder as well. It was time to prove his worth to the legend.

“You going to be okay there Trish? You look like you’re about to keel over.” Cena mentioned as he began to pass her in the hallway.
“You know, you have to be about the sixth person to ask me that. I’m starting to feel popular.” She slightly mumbled.
“You’d better watch my match.” Cena teased slightly.
”Oh yah, ‘cause I’m going to glue my eyes to a television with my head splitting open as it is.” She teased back, continuing on to the doctor’s locker area.
“Say ‘hey’ to Elisha for me, I haven’t gotten a chance to console her today.” He yelled over his shoulder.
“Say it yourself; she’s up in the prep area!” She yelled back before closing the door to the medical room.

dirty.angel - 27-12-2005 at 06:01 PM
Shawn walked to Elisha's locker room and knocked. There was no response so he opened the door. She wasn't there which was a little weird. He shrugged his shoulders and headed towards the prep area once again. He was excited about his match. He was facing John Cena who would soon become a legend in himself. But Shawn was already a legend. A maineventer, an Icon and of course The Showstopper. Nothing John Cena did could match Shawn Michaels career. Nothing.

Elisha switched on the TV and rested her head against the brick wall. She sighed deeply. Would they just hurry up and start the match. The suspense was killing her. She hated waiting for main events. Especially good ones.

Yunalesca - 28-12-2005 at 06:00 AM
“How many fingers am I holding up?” Questioned the current doctor of the locker room.
“Six.” Trish sighed deeply, holding an ice pack to the back of her head and neck.
“Alright, I’m going to move your neck around.” He explained before taking away her ice pack and placing his hands on her head.
He twisted her head left, then right. Nothing. Down, then back.
“That!Ow...That one hurt.” She cried slightly as he placed the ice pack back in her hands.
“I’m ordering x-rays,” he put his hand up as she protested. “It’s just precautionary. You could have snapped something in there and not know it. You will get them tomorrow, no objections.” He ordered as she began to lie back on the examination bed.

John Cena cracked his neck, tilting it left and right until he was satisfied. He’d stretched as much as he could and had spent all week prepping for this both mentally and physically. Though it was just a simple one on one match, it was bound to wear and tear on him. Shawn was not to be taken lightly even though he was many years Cena’s senior. 
He nodded slightly to himself and began to skip stairs up to the prep area.
‘Three minutes, John.” Informed one of the technical men.
He nodded his head in understanding and began to hop slightly, keeping his blood circulating. When he looked up he caught the eye of Elisha Michaels sitting in a far corner on a storage bin, eyes pretending to be glued to the t.v.
John grinned slightly and made his way over to her, sliding past other storage bins and people.
“Not having a good day either?” He questioned as she looked up.
“I saw Trish in the hallway...” He explained slightly.

dirty.angel - 28-12-2005 at 10:50 AM
She laughed " Definetly not having a good day" she smiled. Even though John was Shawn's opponent tonight there was nothing wrong with her talking to them was there? " You go easy on my old man tonight" she said jokingly. She knew that he knew she was joking, it's not like Shawn couldn't keep up with him. She flicked her hair behind her ears and sighed once more.

Shawn made his way up the stairs towards the prep area. He was ready for it. He'd been in tag team matches with John so he knew how he wrestled. At the top of the stairs he saw Elisha talking to John. He wasn't going to stop her they were collegues. He started talking to a technical man about something. Always keeping an eye on Elisha. He wouldn't stop her now but maybe if they got to close...

Yunalesca - 28-12-2005 at 11:30 AM
Cena laughed at Elisha’s statement, shaking his head slightly.
“I was going to ask you to tell him to take it easy on me. He may be older but he can sure dish out the damage.” He said with a playful punch to her shoulder.
“I’ve tagged with him so many times, but I still haven’t figured out how he can take what he does, and go on to win the match,” he cracked his knuckles. “I’m going to have my hands full tonight.”
John glanced over to the production area and caught Shawn’s eye.
“Well, don’t wish me more luck than your dad, he might get jealous.” He joked lightly before walking towards Shawn. He probably wanted to speak with his daughter before their match. He didn’t want to bother him with a bunch of words, so he extended his hand.
“Good luck tonight. Let’s make it a good one.”

Trish tilted her head slightly, cracking the bones in her neck. It hurt, but she needed movement. She pushed on the door of the women’s locker room, but stopped and instead headed up towards the prep area. She wanted to watch the match with Elisha, who often sat up there near a monitor.
Trish liked to watch matches up there sometimes; it gave you more of an up close view of the match. Sure, it was still being transmitted to a t.v. monitor, but it seemed different somehow. You could personally hear the fans reactions. The fans really made the match special sometimes.
She climbed the rickety steps once again, firmly holding onto the rail with one hand and keeping the ice pack on her neck.

dirty.angel - 28-12-2005 at 11:41 AM
She smiiled her not less then perfect smile and puched him back on the shoulder. " Alright I'll see you later on then". She watched as John walked off to shake Shawn's hand.

Shawn turned to see John. " Yeah it should be a good one" he said shaking his hand. " Don't beat me down to much" he laughed. Moving towards Elisha. He hadn't spoken to her all night and even now he had about 2 minutes.
" Hey 'Lisha" he smiled at his daughter
" Hey Dad" she smiled " Good Luck for tonight" she steered clear of the long talk about her match. She didn't have the time.
" Thanks. I think I might need it" he smiled once more at his daughter before moving away. Hearing his name being called to walk down the ramp.

Elisha heard someone walking up the stairs slowly. She peered over to see it was Trish. " You alright Trish?" she asked as the blonde peered at the top of the stairs.

Yunalesca - 30-12-2005 at 03:18 AM
John cracked his neck one more time before moving just behind the curtain. He could hear the screams of the fans as Shawn did his little jig down the ramp. He began to wonder if he too would get such applause, or if Shawn’s would be even louder. It didn’t matter much to him; he knew there were millions of people at home who stood on their feet upon his arrival. At least he knew one person did, she’d told him after she’d stopped crying at an autograph signing. It was overwhelming sometimes to realize just how much he meant to his fans.

When John Cena’s trademark music hit the speakers, the place erupted in high screeches from the throats of hundreds of female fans. He wasn’t one to judge, but he believed that the crowd was more into him upon entrance. He put on his game face and slipped out the curtain, yelling and doing his entrance to the crowd.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Trish took a seat beside Elisha. “The doc just wants some x-rays or something. Better not be anything serious. That year off for my ankle was bad enough, I can only imagine what it would be like if I had neck surgery.” She grumbled as she adjusted the ice pack.
“Did John talk to you? I told him you were up here.” She sighed slightly as the tension in her neck released as she sat back. Her gaze wasn’t on Elisha, but on the t.v. screen. She always liked to see Cena’s entrance, it was rather amusing.

dirty.angel - 31-12-2005 at 04:00 PM
" Yeah. Just before. You just missed him" he said eyes fixed on the TV. John's entrance wasn't one you wanted to miss. She smiled as she heard the female jans erupt. She kept her eyes fixed on the TV. " How does he do that. You know get everyone to love him?." Everyone did infact love him it seemed. She couldn't say much about it. She was pretty tight with him. She glanced over at Trish. She was starting to look alot better and she hoped so. If they were having a tag match next week she needed to be 100%.

Shawn stood in the ring watching John come down the ramp. He heard the screams of all the fans. This would be a good match between to friends. But if Shawn lost he would have to have a re match. He hated losing.

Yunalesca - 1-1-2006 at 01:13 PM
“I guess he just has a way with the fans. His personality easily captures your attention.” Trish responded with as much thought as she was willing to put in the question at the moment. She attempted to stifle a yawn as she rotated her head again to help her neck from getting cricks.
“There better not be anything wrong with me by next week. Victoria’s the last person I want to get in the ring with when I’m less than 100 percent.” She commented more to herself as self assurance.

Cena handed his title belt off to the referee before stripping off one of his new t-shirts and throwing it deep into a crowd of screaming girls. He swung his arms back a few times for a final warm up before the match would start.

At the start of the bell, John went straight into a lock-up with Shawn, making sure to work the left like he’d always been taught. He could feel a slight ripple running through Shawn’s arm as he attempted to break the current hold. Calling the muscle’s up in his shoulder blades, John lifted his opponent into a simple sidewalk slam. He stepped back a moment to ponder his next few moves.

dirty.angel - 1-1-2006 at 01:26 PM
Shawn headed into the lock up with John. But couldn't find the strength what so ever to break it. And then he felt it. He felt the mat hit him. But as Shawn did he got straight back up. She smiled at John. It was going to be very interesting. He went straight into a lock up again. This time hittinh John with a DDT. He then worked on Johns arms. Hitting an arm bar while he was still on the ground.

Elisha didn't want to be distracted with this match going on. She winced as her dad hit the mat. " I don't know who I want to win" she muttered. She was close to both of them. One her friend the other her father.

Shawn let go of John and stood back a little. He watched John intently trying to predict his next move.

Yunalesca - 1-1-2006 at 01:41 PM
“I’d imagine it would be a hard decision…” Trish replied softly, leaning forward once more.

John had thought he’s had the match under control at the start, but then he felt his back slap onto the mat. He’d given Shawn an opening and it had been a large mistake. When Cena felt the arm bar lock in, he gritted his teeth as pain shot from his elbow down due to the angle his arm was being bent.
John rose quickly as Shawn let go, he was like a shark smelling blood. He was going to target his arm now that he’d weakened it. Cena restrained himself from grabbing onto his elbow so as not to give away how much damage the veteran had done.
The younger wrestler buried a shoulder into Shawn’s gut as he speared him, then he pulled Shawn off the mat by the head. The look in the Showstopper’s eyes was slightly dazed, but he was still full of fight.
John used his massive bicep’s to lift Shawn off his feet before landing him on Cena’s knee in a quick backbreaker.

dirty.angel - 1-1-2006 at 01:51 PM
Shawn had injured John's arm none the less. Even if he wasn't trying to show it he could see it in his eyes. But before to long it was Shawn who was lying on the mat feeling the pain in his lower back come back to him. For every match Shawn had been in his lower back had been a target spot. And right now he felt the pain. He couldn't get back up straight away. He lay on the mat for some time. The pain running up and down his spine.

Elisha saw the pain in her dad. She knew this would happen, it always did and it wasn't good. She was waiting for a kick up or something but she knew it wasn't coming. She knew she would have to wait a while. But she could see that he wasn't going to win.

Shawn stood slowly and looked at John. Knowing he could see the pain in his eyes.

Yunalesca - 1-1-2006 at 02:19 PM
John had narrowly missed Shawn’s Sweet Chin Music, ducking out of the way just in time. He’d stood up from a clothesline HBK had dealt to him and his opponent had slumped back into the turnbuckle, lower back strained. Cena had strategically worked the lower back to get the upper hand, throwing the whole friendship out the window during the match.
Cena felt Shawn’s boot graze his hair, then turned back to face him. He quickly nailed the Showstopper in the gut with a boot and once he doubled over, John hoisted him up on his shoulders. To add to the hype, John did his signature ‘You Can’t See Me’ hand wave before dropping Shawn down to the mat.
Without a second thought he covered Shawn for the pin, nearly passing out from the exhaustion of the match. 
‘1…2…3!’ He heard the fans yell aloud. He wasn’t quite sure he’d heard right until the ref raised his hand once he’d taken his feet.
Cena took his belt and climbed the turnbuckle from post-match adrenaline. The fans erupted once again and began to chant his name.
He reluctantly rolled out of the ring, leaving Shawn behind. He would see him backstage and talk about the match. Or so he hoped, he knew Shawn would probably be fuming for a long while after he made it up the ramp.
Holding his arm, John slipped through the curtain into the prep area once more.

“That was a good match. Went far better than mine.” Trish muttered as she pulled the ice pack off her neck.

dirty.angel - 1-1-2006 at 03:04 PM
Elisha kind of laughed " And a hell of alot better then mine."

Now both Micheals had lost in one night. She wouldn't go near her dad ofr at least an hour or so. She knew he'd be fuming knowing that one he had lost and two he had lost to John. 

She looked up to see John walk through the curtain " Nice match" she smiled. He was her friend she wasn't going to be any different because he had just beaten her father. 

She glanced down at the TV to see her dad just standing up and making his way up the ramp. " If I was you two I wouldn't be sticking round here." She jumped off the storage bin and started walking away quickly. Of course she would congratulate John properly after he had settled down. And as for Shawn she would talk to him maybe in a hour or two.

Shawn couldn't kick out of the pin. He found he had no energy. So when he looked up to see John Cena's hand raised in victory he wasn't very happy at all. He rolled out of the ring shortly after John had made his way up the ramp. He knew he had a score to settle now. Next week he'd main event again. 

He stumbled up the ramp still trying to stand. His back was killing him with pain. He heard Elisha's comment and laughed a little to himself. She was right. You wouldn't want to be around him after he'd lost. Especially to John Cena. His new found rival.

‡€‡ElNinya‡€‡ - 10-2-2006 at 07:15 AM
Trish shoved John in a friendly manner to get him moving. 
“You hear the girl, Shawn’s gonna come back here and beat you down. Probably’d take a swing at me, move it champ.” She laughed slightly.
“No, Trish, you’d deflect any swing with your cantaloupes.” He joked, finally moving down the stairs.
“Haha, very funny. You saw me getting pounded earlier right?”
“Dunno, was too busy warming up to watch porn.”
“Would you stop?” She gave him a shove into the hall as he continued to chuckle from his light jokes. She couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh herself as she turned back to the stairs.
“Hey Lil’ Michaels, me and some of the guys were going to hook up after the show and catch a bite, wanna tag along?” Trish called up to Elisha. It had become a Monday night tradition for the Women’s Champ and some of Cena’s buddies to stop at a restaurant to eat before hitting the road again. Elisha had begun to tag along with Trish, to her relief. It was somewhat lonely without a female friend to talk to. Not that Trish didn’t like John or his boys; they were just sometimes hard to talk to.
“Come on ‘Lishm John wouldn’t mind. Your dad looked like he needed to cool down anyway. We won’t be long.” Trish informed.

John Cena continued to laugh a bit more as he ventured down the hall to his locker room. It was fun to pick on Trish. It was also fun to pick on Elisha as well.
“Good match out there, champ!”
John looked up and nodded, checking shoulders with Chavo Guerrero.
“Yah, but I have my doubts on Michaels joining us for dinner.” The champ assured.
“Well, least Rob’s coming out with us tonight. Flew out here this afternoon, wanting to see some of us before he came back fully recovered.”
“Glad he’s coming. I think Trish was gonna ask Lil’ Michaels along, so we got a full bunch.”
“Alright, I’ll meet you in the lot, homes.” Chavo checked his shoulder again before walking off.
Cena closed his door, tossed his title into a chair and began to pull on his shoulder. It was still tight, but he refused to see the doctor. He rarely saw him; the injuries he sustained were hardly ever serious.
John shrugged it off and headed toward the shower. He was pretty sweaty and didn’t want to smell later.

dirty.angel - 10-2-2006 at 09:52 AM
Elisha turned around to look at Trish. " Yeah I'll come. I defiently don't wanna be around dad tonight" she said headin towards the locker room. She left the door open for Trish to walk in. She gave a slight wave to John as he passed her. Him and Trish were awesome friends to have. She gave a slight chuckle as she searched through her bag for another pair of clothes. It would probably be cold out and it wasn't like she was wearing much anyway. She looked over at Trish and smiled. She was so glad she had a friend like Trish. She was always there for her. She kept searching through her bag. Putting all the stuff that was in her bag on the floor.

Shawn had to go to the doctor his back was really hurting. His back wasn't in the best shape anymore. So he slowly made his way down the hall to the doctor. He bumped into one of his former friends HHH. 
" See it wasn't just lil Elisha that got the crap beaten through her" HHH said with a snicker
Shawn turned. He infact really hated HHH " Yeah well guess it's just the luck of the draw" he muttered before continuing to walk.But he turned to look once more at HH " Hey Hunter" he paused " At least we have matches" he said walking closer " And at least we don't turn on our friends." With that he turned back and headed to the doctor. His back was painful. He had a feeling Elisha wouldn't be around him tonight...not that he minded....much. Well that was a lie he did mind. He didn't like that his little girl was hanging round with those guys. Yes he was friends with them but he knew what those guys were like. He had a feeling John had something for Elisha. Like that John liked Elisha as more then a friend and he had a feeling Elisha was the same towards John.

Yunalesca - 11-2-2006 at 01:20 PM
Trish cracked her neck a little bit as she carried her duffel bag into a bathroom off the main diva locker room. She was quick to strip and get back into her normal clothes; the wrestling garb she was attired in hugged her too tight. Her skin felt as though it emitted a sigh as she slipped into jeans and a t-shirt, allowing it to breathe once more. Her jeans were a faded blue with stylish rips in them and the dark green t-shirt much the same. 
“Ready ‘Lish?” Trish called from the lavatory as she gathered up her ring gear.

John quickly toweled off and slipped on a t-shirt, then a rather large hoodie and baggy jeans. It was kind of funny how his ring gear was pretty much his street clothes.
Without a second though, John packed up his belt and few belongings into his duffel and headed out the door towards the women’s locker room.

“You girls ready or do you need another hour?” He called with laughter in his voice.
“Not funny, champ!” Trish yelled on the other side of the door, running a hand through her hair.
“Tell you what, just meet me by my Durango and follow us and the boys to a diner. Oh, ‘Lil Michaels? Don’t wear anything too flashy, don’t want any guys drooling over you do I?” He ended lightly before heading to the parking lot.
“Is it me or was he just hitting on you?” Trish asked as she powdered her face in the mirror.

dirty.angel - 11-2-2006 at 01:40 PM
Elisha laughed " How am I meant to know" she said referring to Trish's comment. Elisha grabbed a pair of jeans from her bag. Her comfort zone was her jeans. She pulled them on they were a light coloured denim with only a few rips. She grabbed her ugg boots and slipped them on her feet before throwing on singlet. And a jumper. She walked over to the bathroom where Trish was. She ran a hand through her hair and applied a little lip gloss. She'd done everything else after her match. " God I'm starving" she muttered. As she gathered up her belonging in her bag. Waiting for Trish.

In a way Elisha did hope he was hitting on her. She didn't know why she just did. She knew deep down it was because she had feelings for the guy, but it wasn't like she could tell anyone. Was it?

Shawn lay on the doctors table as he was getting a massage. His back was tense and he was is pain. He grunted as the doc worked on his back. He'd been told numerous times that he shouldn't be wrestling with his back. But he refused to listen.

Yunalesca - 11-2-2006 at 02:21 PM
Trish Stratus pulled up in her silver Pontiac, already in ring attire. As she stepped outside the car she heard a cheer erupt from the arena. She removed her blue tinted glasses and tossed her lightly curled hair before grabbing her duffel and heading towards the women’s locker room.

“Good luck Trish, your gong to need it.” Laughed Snitsky as he passed her.
Trish sneered at him before checking out the card that was posted next to the main locker rooms.
‘Trish Stratus and Elisha Michaels vs. Victoria and Torrie Wilson with Tyson Tomko’
“Shit…” She muttered, knowing Tomko would be up to no good.

“You should’ve come and seen me last week. If you pulled something…”
“I got it doc, listen, are you done?” Cena urged.
“Go on; just don’t screw it up tonight.”
“Right.” John rotated his shoulder and left the doctor’s area. He wanted to talk to Elisha before she had her match. He liked to talk to her. That and he wanted to know how her dad was. Vince seemed to find it humorous to put them in a tag match against Masters and Carlito. Alls John could hope for was HBK to be in good shape and not too pissed off at him.

dirty.angel - 11-2-2006 at 02:51 PM
Elisha Michaels was already in the arena. She sat on the floor of the locker room she'd been apointed stretching. She looked at the clock. She had about an hour till her match and she was litteraly shitting herself. Victoria and Torrie she could take but not Tomko. She'd seen what he could do to people and it wasn't very nice. She had on her ring attire already army cargo pants and a short black and pink top. 

Elisha hadn't really spoken to Trish since last Monday at the diner. And she hoped that she was 100% after last week. Unlike Trish, Elisha hadn't hurt herself last week to her knowledge, but after a few days Elisha's leg mucles where starting to hurt. After stretching she made her way up the corridor to see the doctor. Not so far away Elisha could see John upahead. She'd probably talk to him soon. even if her leg was hurting she would talk to John just to be polite. She smiled as she kept walking trying not to limp.

Shawn Michaels entered the arena. The whole arena errupted with cheers. No matter who he lost to or who he Sweet Chin Musiced he was HBK and you couldn't not love him. Tonight was another night with another match and he already knew the card. He was teaming with John, unfortunatly. After last week Shawn wanted to settle the score and he couldn't really do that if they were partners could he? " Stupid McMahon" he muttered as he headed towards his locker room.

Shawn had no idea how close Elisha and John were getting. For all he knew they were just people who talked on the odd occasion. He knew nothing about how Elisha felt. Not that he really wanted to know.

Yunalesca - 12-2-2006 at 01:32 AM
“Hey ‘Lish.” Trish called, lightly grabbing her tag team partner’s arm before she passed her by.
“See the car?” She asked with a concerned look. Elisha nodded and Trish shook her head.
“Tomko’s going to be up to no good. Victoria is going to be expecting us to not have our full attention on the match; it’ll give them an advantage over us.” The women’s champ conferred with the other blonde.
“I don’t know how my neck is after last week. After we win, get the hell out of there as fast as you can. I don’t doubt he plans to do more damage after the match than during.” Trish let her go and continued to the locker room. She knew she sounded a little harsh when she’d talked to Elisha, but she was worried. Another injury was the last thing she needed.

“You going to be careful out there ‘Lil Michaels?” John called as she approached.
“Listen, Tomko’s going to try something. I don’t doubt those girls are looking for individual matches with you two at the next pay-per-view so they are going to look to get a step up on you. But I’ve got your back.” Cena assured with confidence. 
“Oh, one more thing. How’s your dad? I’m supposed to tag with him tonight and I want to know if there’s anything I should watch for.”

dirty.angel - 12-2-2006 at 10:12 AM
Elisha listened to Trish's advice and reassured her it was all good. She turned to see John talking to her " Yeah Dad's alright. Still wanting to beat the crap through you but if your tag partners he said he's throwing it all out the window. Going to focus on the tag match and forget about last week." It was true Shawn still did want to beat the crap through John but tonight he had to put that aside. Because they were partners. " But don't worry he won't do anything stupid" she reassured him. " And you know thanks for having my back tonight, I have a feeling me and Trish are going to need someone watching out for us" she said with a small smile. " Oh and don't worry I'll be careful" she laughed " I'll try not to get into any trouble."

Trish's neck still wasn't 100% and with Elisha's leg hurting alot. They might be in trouble. Luckily no one had asked why she was heading towards the doctors. She was probably just being silly anyway. It was probably nothing, she may have just over stretched it or something. Nothing major. But she needed to be safe. Not that Elisha would listen to the doctor even if he said she couldn't wrestle. She was stubborn like her dad and would wrestle until it got serious.

Speaking of Shawn where was he? He was in his locker room as usual getting ready for his match. He had an interview with Maria before his match and he had to go talk to John. Not that he really wanted to but he had to. All he really wanted to do was get in the ring one on one with John and beat him up. He wanted to beat John. Get the pinfall against him. But at thw rate Mr. McMahon was going, Shawn was defiently not going to get his way.

That got Shawn thinking. Mr. McMahon had been talking to him about going back to the 'Attitude' days. Where Shawn had been a bad ass party animal. Shawn had told Mr. McMahon he'd never go back to those ways. But now Shawn was having second thoughts. Elisha was 22 and Shawn had played the loving father role for a long time. And he didn't want to loose his job. But he didn't want to loose Elisha's respect either.

Yunalesca - 12-2-2006 at 11:14 AM
“Good luck tonight, Trish. Hope your pretty little face doesn’t get brutalized.” Lita scoffed as Trish began to climb the stairs to the warm up area. Tonight she sported green cargos and a camo halter, which fitted her soldier-like attitude tonight.
“Do yourself a favor Lita and stop sleeping your way to the top. You always belonged on the bottom.” Trish shot back and marched up the stairs.
“Hey Trish, good luck out there tonight.”
“Thanks Jim, I might need it.” She replied to one of the techies.
The women’s champ stretched her hamstrings and biceps in final preparation for her match. Their best bet was to isolate Torrie who was the weaker of the two.

“Hey Chavo, you seen Michaels around, we need to go over the match still…”
“Yeah homes, he’s about to have an interview with Maria.” Chavo informed lightly.
“Thanks.” John replied and moved on toward the interviewing station.

dirty.angel - 12-2-2006 at 11:38 AM
Elisha got to the doctors room. She sat on one of the tables as the doctor checked out her leg. " Yeah it's just what you thought it was over stretched you'll be fine." That was just the news Elisha wanted to hear. She jumped off the table " Thanks Doc" she said before moving off to the warm up area. Passing Ashley as she walked " Hey Ash" Elisha smiled. Ashley was one of her friends.
" Hey 'Lish go kick some butt tonight" Ashley replied. Elisha continued to walk. She reached the top of the stairs to see Trish. " Hey Trish" she smiled walking over to her.

Shawn stood in the interview area answering Maria's question " Shawn tonight your partners with John Cena. who was your opponent last week. Is there any bad blood between you?" Maria asked. Shawn thought for a moment and sort of laughed. " No way there's no bad blood at all. Last week was a friendly match thatt John one. Simple we're tagging tonight and we've tagged before it's all good." Well he just lied through his teeth didn't he. The bad blood Shawn had for John he knew wasn't going to be returned so it didn't matter. Shawn had to put last week behind him. But he couldn't no matter how hard he tried. He just couldn't.

Yunalesca - 13-2-2006 at 07:44 AM
“I hope your in better shape than I am. My neck still sore.” Trish grumbled reluctantly as she finished a final stretch.
“I should’ve gotten an ice massage earlier…” She said more to herself than Elisha.
“The following diva tag-team match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from the tag team of Trish and Elisha, is the current WWE Women’s Champion, Trish Stratus!”
Yelled Lillian through her microphone.
Trish sighed irritably and adjusted her belt across her shoulder. So much for talking strategy beforehand.
Trish Stratus’ music hit the arena speakers and fans stood on their feet, screaming for her. She forced a smile on her face and pointed to the fans as she walked rather jovially down the ramp, not letting on about her injury. That should keep them guessing, she thought to herself.
After doing her entrance, she stood in the ring, bouncing around a little bit, giving herself another warm-up while she waited for Elisha to be introduced.

Once the Heartbreak Kid was finished with his interview, John caught him before he went to get a coffee like he usually did.
“Hey man, I know your probably hot after last week, but I just want to know from you if we can put that behind us for tonight. I know you don’t want to lose to those two, and I sure as hell don’t want to. Are we on the same page?” John asked with a slight edge. He respected Shawn immensely but he wasn’t going to allow him to push him over.

dirty.angel - 13-2-2006 at 02:16 PM
Elisha watched as Trish went out. She took a deep breathe. As Lillian introdced Elisha. Her music hit and Elisha was out there doing her thing. She was energetic and ran down to the rig sliding in. She got up onto the turnbuckle and raised her arm. She jumped down and stretched her arms. She walked over to Trish and watched the ramp. Her eyes watched waiting for the opponents to walk down the ramp. Her heart was racing but she was ready.

Shawn turned to see John. “ Yeah I’m okay just watch your back tonight you never know what I might do” he laughed walking away. It was true. You never know what Shawn might do. He might turn on John after the match. Who knew? Only he did. Now he was more concerned about drinking his coffee and watching Elisha’s match.

Yunalesca - 14-2-2006 at 10:48 AM
When Victoria’s music hit and the fans began to boo, Trish glanced over at Elisha.
”Get ready for hell.” She mumbled, quickly cutting off as their opponents wasted no time rushing down to the ring.
There were minimal tags throughout the match between Victoria and Torrie. Elisha and Trish kept each other fresh and continued to break down Torrie, the weaker of the two. Though the Women’s Champ was focused on the match, she kept a wary eye on Tyson who continued to stalk her outside the ring. He was waiting and anticipating the bell.
“1…2…3” Trish had hit the Stratusphere on Victoria while Elisha had performed a devastating finisher on Torrie to get the win.
“Move!” Trish yelled as she caught Tomko out of the corner of her eye. She scrambled to escape but he grabbed her by the hair and spun her around. She fought with all her might to no avail. Tyson shoved her to the mat and put her in a modified version of the Steiner Recliner, painfully pulling an arm back in an unnatural fashion. Though she gritted her teeth at first, Trish began to scream in pain.

John was uneasy about the match after talking to his partner. Could he trust him? In the match he felt confident he could, for Michaels hated losing as much as Cena. He’d been headed back to his locker room when he heard the commentary on one of the screens nearby.
“Tyson’s trying to break her arm! Let her go, that’s not how you treat a woman!” Yelled Lawler into his headset.
Without a second thought, John broke into a run towards the ring, hoping to save Trish and keep Elisha from getting hurt.

dirty.angel - 14-2-2006 at 11:26 AM
Elisha tried to get out of the ring after the match but had no chance. Victoria grabbed her by the hair and tossed her to the other side of the ring. Victoria and Torrie kicked Elisha in the stomach mulitple times. She rolled over and fought her way up standing into the turnbuckle. The two girls came towards her and without thinking Elisha stuck her boot out. As if doing a Sweet Chin Music. She reacted on insitinct. Voctoria went down and Torrie went and looked at her. Elisha walked over to Tomko and tapped him on the shoulder letting go of Trish but Trish was screaming in pain. As Tomko came towards her she was stressing. BIG mistake. Tomko came towardse her and kicked her in her already injured ribs. She immediately fell to her knee’s and was put into the same hold Trish had been in moments before.

Shawn watched. A small smile on his face. He was happy about what he was seeing for some reason. As he sipped his coffee and thought about his match ahead of him. John was right not to trust him. Because John was going to get a nice taste of his boot to his jaw. After they won.

Yunalesca - 14-2-2006 at 12:33 PM
When Tomko let her go, Trish rolled away quickly, holding her injured shoulder.
“’Lisha!” She yelled and, despite her injury, moved to help her.
Victoria was quickly revived by Torrie and the Psycho Diva grabbed a hold of Trish. With the help of her blonde comrade, she pinned Trish in the ropes and turned to Elisha whilst holding a swelling jaw.
“Come on Michaels!” Torrie taunted before slapping her across the face.
Trish tried to wring her arms free from the twisted ropes, but that only caused her more pain and she was forced to stand and watch as her friend was weakened.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as John Cena ran down the entrance ramp and slid into the ring. Once Victoria and Torrie turned to see who it was, they quickly exited, afraid of the Champion. He quickly caught Tyson’s attention, who let Elisha go and scrambled out of the ring, not wanting a piece of the Chain Gang Champ tonight.
Once he stared down the bigger man and pointed at him in a threatening manner, he released Trish from her restraints and knelt beside Elisha.
“Elisha…” He called, placing a hand on her back before he looked back up the ramp to see Tomko and give him a deadly look.

Trish slumped to her knees once she was released and held her right shoulder as it throbbed in pain. Tyson had done his job on this night and the Women’s Champion feared for her title reign, which in this condition, was going to come to an end rather quickly.
She pushed her pain aside and forced herself to kneel on the other side of Elisha in an attempt to see if she was okay.

dirty.angel - 14-2-2006 at 03:10 PM
Elisha screamed in pain as the hold was strengthened. When she looked up to see Torrie mocking her it didn't add to the happiness. Neither was the fact she saw given a slap across the face. Neither felt good. She screamed in even more pain and looked up at Trish. Neither girls could do anything. Once she heard the deafening roar of the fans she knew some good was coming. She looked up through her screaming and her near tears to see who it was .John. If she could smile she would have but the pain was killing her. After the hold was released she fell back. She felt John's hand on her back and she groaned as she sat upright. She tried to get to her feet slowly. She got to her feet and nearly fell back down. She muttered something the was barely audible. She tried once more to stand uproght but keeled over. Not to the floor but she wasn't upright. She leant against the ropes and looked up at the three moving up the ramp. It made her even more angy to see the sarcastic wave Torrie gave her. If she had the energy she'd slide out of the ring and go beat the crap out of her then and there. " At least we won the match" Elisha muttered as she started to get her breathe back. Even if the pain wasn't going away anytime soon.

Shawn watched from his locker room sipping his coffee. He was entertained by the match. He'd trained Elisha and he was happy to see her techique and everything was great. He even saw a couple of his own moves in there. But his smile was soon wiped once the match didn't finish after the three count. It kept going and it didn't look good for Trish and Elisha. He winced as the two Diva's stomped his daughter. He would have gone out there if he could but he didn't want to miss anything. He kept watching to see if any good was going to come out of it. Some did like seeing Elisha act on instinct and throw herself into a sweet chin. But after that there was nothing good. Seeing his little girl in pain bugged him. Infact it pissed him off bad. He knew how much that hold hurt and he was a man. But when a Superstar attacks a Diva he knew it would be even more painful. Shawn's little girl was screaming in pain in near tears and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

Yunalesca - 15-2-2006 at 12:36 PM
John offered his shoulder for support, but he was beginning to really worry about Elisha’s leg. He’d noticed that it’d seemed somewhat tight when he’d gotten to stop and talk to her earlier. Though she might protest, Cena didn’t hesitate in picking her up and carrying her back to the locker room. He could only imagine what her father would think of this, but at the moment he didn’t really care about his opinion. Elisha was hurt and someone had to care for her if he wasn’t around. Sure, Shawn was her dad, but he’d had the opportunity to care for her for years. Maybe now, it was John’s turn to take that job over. If he would have been thinking straight instead of his mind being fogged up with concern, he probably would have laughed at himself. Thoughts like that were not coming up at the best time with the Heartbreak Kid breathing down his neck as it was.
“You okay, Trish?” He asked as she pulled up beside him.

“I’ve been better.”
Now she was holding her arm instead of her neck. Her shoulder burned with such intensity it was almost nauseating. She was thankful her neck seemed to be un-injured. Had Tomko performed another powerbomb or a neckbreaker, then she would probably be sitting on the shelf once again while some doctor repaired another failing part of her body. Of course, it was a risk they all took being an entertainer. She knew the consequence and had seen the effects of wrestling could do to you. It could take years off your life, but she’d made a point not be Jeff hardy.
She sucked it up and followed the Heavyweight champ up the ramp, feeling more concern for her teammate than herself.

dirty.angel - 15-2-2006 at 12:49 PM
Elisha leant on John's shoulder but soon found herself being picked up. She would have protested in any other situation but right now she wasn't going to say anything. For fact that she could hardly talk through the pain. Once through the curtains she could have screamed, cried done everything. But she didn't. She found the strength to talk. " Can someone go get Mc.Mahon" she managed to splutter out. No matter what her condition. Ribs, leg whatever was injured she'd be wrestling next week.No one was going to stop her. She needed to get even as some would say. Not against Victoria. No she was Phsyco Diva and that was Trish's divistion.

She lowered herself onto one of the benches and lay down. That being the only position that wasn't painful. She took a few deep breathes and rested her head onto the side. Looking up at John. She wanted to say 'thanks' in so many ways but she couldn't find the energy to.

Elisha looked up at Trish. She knew Trish was thinking about her title reign. And so she should be. The way Trish was going with injuries she might loose the title that meant so much to her.

Shawn rose from his bench after everything had finished off in the ring. He stormed out of his locker room.He was worried about his daughter no doubt. But who wouldn't be after seeing her screaming in pain close to tears. He hadn't seen those images for a very long time and hoped he'd never see them again. He'd spent so many years caring for Elisha that this was like a ritual to go see if she was okay. Halfway there he changed his mind. No he'd done it for too long. He'd played the caring father role for long enough. Yes he still loved his daughter and cared for her very much. But she was older now and there were to other people there that could look after her. He wasn't always going to be there to help her. He reluctantly turned around. Contemplaiting going back to his locker room. He spent probably about 5 minutes trying to decided whether to go see her. Finally he chose not to. Going back to his locker room. Attitude Era was back.

Yunalesca - 16-2-2006 at 10:39 AM
“Come on Elisha, you can see Vince after your checked out.” John almost added ‘I’m worried about you’ but thought better of it. No need to rush things at the moment. She could be severely injured, but he had yet to see Shawn. Wouldn’t it make sense for him to check on her? She was his daughter after all. Cena couldn’t dwell on it for too long, as his concerns for the young Michaels took over his psyche once again. He couldn’t help but look at her, admire the contour of her lips and, though she was in distress, how her face seemed perfect.
“Should we get a stretcher up here?” Called a voice; the Champ recognizing it to be the referee, Jack Doan.
“No, I’ll take her.” John voiced back, hoping Elisha would cooperate.

Trish mingled for a little bit, but then, upon hearing Elisha’s request, left to see the Chairman. It seemed to her that the hallway to his lavish office was longer than usual with her shoulder throbbing the way it was.
“Mr. McMahon?” Trish called as she knocked on his door.
“I’ll be with you in a minute.” A booming voice replied from within.
Trish sighed and tried to move her shoulder around to loosen it up. It was tight; she could tell the moment the hold had been released.
“Trish Stratus. That was one hell of a match, if I do say so myself. But I should be honest with myself and admit that you probably didn’t come all the way down here to talk about that.”
“No, I actually came on behalf of Elisha. She requested to see you, I assume it has something to do with the match though.”
“I don’t doubt she’s looking for revenge on Victoria…”
“Victoria’s mine. I want her next Monday, in the ring, one on one, no interference.” Trish stated boldly, cutting the Chairman off.
“Alright, you are the Women’s Champ and you have that right. I hereby announce that next week, on Monday night RAW, we will see Trish Stratus one on one with Victoria,” he paused, and then his face lit up like it always did when he got a better idea. “Oh hell, let’s make it interesting. Tyson Tomko will be banned from ringside, and it’s going to be an old fashioned Street Fight.” He announced into the camera that had followed Trish down.
“Now that that’s settled, where is it you said Elisha was?”
“I think the doctors room.” She mumbled, before Vince brushed past her in his strut.
Trish leaned back against the cool wall and swallowed hard as a look of disappointment crossed her face.

dirty.angel - 16-2-2006 at 11:07 AM
Elisha managed a laugh and sat up. She took a deep breathe and stood up leaning against the wall. She needed support. " I'm fine, I don't need a stretcher" she said. She leant her arm on john's shoulder. " God I don't know what hurts more. My ribs or my leg" she said. Begining to get her sence of humour back. It was painful but she needed to get over it. She took a small few steps and stopped " Okay maybe walking isn't such a good idea" she sighed. That meant John would have to pick her up once again. She leant against the wall once again. She managed to face John and she planted a small kiss on his lips. " Thanks for everything tonight" she said with a smile. 

Shawn began to walk up the corridor once again. He could hear Mr. mcMahon in his office with Trish. Sounded interesting. Next weel. Diva street fight. Sure would be good to watch. Got him thinking what Vince would put Elisha in. With her condition she probably wouldn't be fit to wrestle. But he knew she would. He kept walking to the prep area. Still not bothering to go see Elisha. He'd see her sometime later. Right now he just couldn't be bothered. He had a match and he was waiting for his partner. Whom he was not happy to be tagging with but he'd soon show his partner who was the better out of the two.

Yunalesca - 16-2-2006 at 11:31 AM
At Elisha’s comment, John became even more worried. He didn’t figure she was asking to see the Chairman for the hell of it. He didn’t know Elisha extremely well, but if she was anything like her father, she was going to demand a match next week, regardless of injuries.
When blonde planted a kiss on him, Cena didn’t really know what to do. It probably wasn’t such a great idea to be hitting it off with his new found enemy’s daughter, but hell, he couldn’t deny how he felt about her. She was damned good looking and stood out to him above the rest of the Diva roster, and that was saying something. John did have a fatal attraction to her, but he could also go as far as saying he loved her. Sure, she was a pretty thing to look at, but her personality was what kept him hooked.
“There’s no need for thanks.” He whispered before kissing her on the cheek and picking her up once more.
“Let’s get you checked out before the Man sees you.” He said with little interest. His mind wasn’t even on his match coming up any more; it was on the girl he held in his arms, the girl he’d grown to love.

Trish finally forced herself off the wall she’d leaned against and exited the Chairman’s office. She wasn’t too sure how this match was going to turn out. She didn’t doubt she could handle Victoria one on one, despite her soreness, but in a Street Fight? The last time they had tangoed in one of those, it left Trish with a nearly broken jaw. She wasn’t sure if it had been such a great idea, being so bold to Vince. He admired people like that, but it often left the requester on the wrong side of the fence. She could remember the many people who’d flown off the handle like her and had demanded matches. Oh sure, they got what they wanted, but the rules always seemed to alter.
Oh well. She’d have to deal with it now.
The Canadian Bombshell held her shoulder and moved down the hall towards the women’s locker room. She’d get her shoulder checked later. She didn’t want to risk another altercation with the Big Man tonight.

dirty.angel - 16-2-2006 at 11:48 AM
Elisha laughed and when she was picked up well it wasn't really one of her favourite positions to be in the world but she'd get over it. As soon as they reached the doctor's room she lay down on the bench. The doctor checked out her leg first. " Well your leg seems fine" he reassured her. 
Elisha gave a small sigh. Doctor's room kinda freaked her out. As the doctor started to check out her ribs she roaned in pain. There was something defiently wrong. " Ouch" she managed to say through the pain that had once again arrived.
The doctor stood back " Well Elisha as far as I can tell you've broken a few ribs"
" Great" Elisha said sarcastically. She turned her head to look at John who looked obviously worried. " Don't worry about me" she laughed " You can go. You need to warm up and stuff. Oh and say 'Hi' to my dad for me" she groaned again as the doc made her sit up. Elisha's injuries weren't on her mind and nor was what was going to happen next week. It was more John and her dad. She knew what he dad was thinking of doing. It wasn't rocket science but she hoped he wouldn't. For everyone's sake.

Shawn waited in the prep area. Where was John? Shawn didn't know. It's not like he cared either. He just wanted to get this over and done with so he could introduce John's jaw to his boot. That's all that was on his mind. Not Elisha or Vince. John was on his mind. And that wasn't a good thing for his team mate. Shawn knew the consequences of his soon to be actions but he thought it was the right thing to do by him. And by Vince. Probably not by anyone else. Shawn was a slefish tag partner. As everyone knew.

[Yunalesca]

Yunalesca - 16-2-2006 at 12:58 PM
“I’m sure he can’t wait to hear from me.” He joked before leaving her side. At this point in time, John was beginning to believe himself crazy. Even thinking about dating Elisha could wind up with him in a lot of trouble with Shawn. Alright, more than what he already was in, but this would be more direct. Right when he’d just about talked himself out of the idea, he stopped and thought about it some more. It wasn’t really in his nature to care what other people though. He was the Champ, the Chaingang Solider, the WWE Rapper. It was time for him to put his game face on and forget what people thought of him. He’d come a long way thinking like that and nothing was going to stop him now.

Before Trish was to head down and see the doctor, she stopped by the Diva’s locker room to see if there were any visible marks she would have to cover in order to be cleared to wrestle next week. Sure enough, when she’d looked into the large mirror just inside the room, a bruise was beginning to form across her shoulder. She hoped it was just from a pulled muscle and nothing more. Victoria would take advantage of it if it was known to her to be something much more serious.

dirty.angel - 17-2-2006 at 08:22 AM
Once John was up the corridor and no one was around a scream came from the doctors room. The doctor had made Elisha stand up while he bandaged her up. There was no need for her to have X-Rays. Apparently the bruises and the way her ribs, she’d broken one or two. That didn’t worry Elisha though but she needed something to ease the pain. The doctor gave her a shot of something that numbed the pain for a while. 

Elisha made her way up to corridor to the Chairman’s office. She reached the door and took a deep breathe. Knocking on the door once she walked in. “ Mr. McMahon” she asked. Not sure if he was there. Mr. McMahon emerged.
“ Elisha. What can I do for you?”
Elisha gave a small smile “ I’d like to request a match for next week if that’s okay?”
“Are you sure you want to do that in your condition?” he asked pretending to be worried.
She gave a small smirk “ I’m sure….I would like to have a TLC match against Torrie Wilson next week” she asked hopeful.
“Wow, I’ve never had a Diva request that” he paused. He did have something against her father and saw the best way to make him pay some more would be to put Elisha through some pain “ Tell you what you can have your TLC match, against Torrie and Tyson Tomko.”
Her jaw dropped “ But that’s not fair he’s a superstar.” She said a little worried.
Vince gave a small laugh “ Yes. I suppose that wouldn’t be very fair. If you can find a partner for your match I’ll make it a TLC tag match otherwise it’s going to be a handicap”
She knew the camera’s where behind her and that the footage was being transmitted to every TV in the arena. “ Thanks” she said walking out and shutting the door. She walked up a small while till she was at the prep area. She saw John and Shawn but decided not to distract them. Where was she going to find a partner?

Shawn turned around to see John. “ John” he smiled trying to be polite. It wasn’t a fake polite either it was a very believable polite. “ How are we?” he asked. Not wanting to go onto the topic of Elisha and her injuries etc. That would just be a waste of time. He figured he would be the one getting a long lecture about why he should go see her and everything so he wanted to avoid the subject as much as possible.

He heard a familiar voice on the TV screen behind him. Well two familiar voices. One that was making his life a living hell and the other he’d spent his whole life practically looking after. He turned and watched the screen. He saw bandages around Elisha’s torso. That worried him slightly but what worried him more was what came next. 

Upon hearing Elisha’s request his eye’s widened and his jaw dropped. What was she thinking? She couldn’t go into a match injured. He knew that she wouldn’t listen to anyone that told her what she didn’t want to hear to there was no point in trying. What came next though made him angrier. Not at Elisha. At Vince. How could he put his Elisha in a handicap with that monster? Or even a tag match? It just wasn’t right and he knew Vince was doing it to annoy him more. That’s why tonight his actions meant more to him then anything else. “ What is she doing” he muttered to himself. It was quite loud but didn’t matter. What was she doing?

He sighed and turned back to look at John. “ You ready for tonight?” he asked trying to sound excited and pumped once more.

Yunalesca - 18-2-2006 at 12:56 PM
Trish was still inspecting her shoulder when she heard the announcement from Mr. McMahon.
“What?!” She exclaimed rather loudly when she’d spun around to watch the monitor.
“There’s no way in hell…” The Women’s Champion yelled, as though the Chairman would hear her.
First he screws Trish over, then her tag team partner. Of course, she had to admit that she’d been asking for it, but she had a feeling that the animosity towards Elisha ran much deeper. It was no secret the Boss loathed HBK and thought him to be the biggest thorn in his side. No, the sanctioning of the TLC match was a way to stick it to Shawn. Vince probably thought the torturing of Elisha would get results he wanted from the father.
“Looks like your pal is in trouble,” cackled a voice that could only belong to Amy Dumas.
“Why don’t you just go and get knocked up, Lita.” Trish growled without turning to face the redhead.
“I’ve been looking for a clam on John. Edge wouldn’t really mind having him on our side.”
Trish hadn’t been looking for a fight, but that set her off. Cena was one of her closest friends and to hear the slut talk about him like he was some prize to be won was irritating.
“You bitch!” The Canadian blonde charged her former friend, spearing her into one of the lockers. Lita immediately went down in a heap as she covered up her face to block Trish’s blows.


Posted by: starlight. May 17 2013, 11:05 AM
Shawn nodded and watched his tag team partner go out onto the ramp. " Yeah See ya" he muttered as he left. He waited for a while. Knowing Elisha was sitting there. He really didn't want to say anything and thank goodness his music hit or it would have been akward. Instead he got ready to go down the ramp. Moments later looking back to see if Elisha was there. She wasn't. He gave a small sigh. He felt guilty. Elisha being screwed over was all his fault. That's why tonight he had to do it. He didn't want to. In fact he rather liked John. But he couldn't put Elisha in danger. He just couldn't.

Shawn walked through teh curtains and was totally pumped dioing his little jig down the ramp. His little trademarks. That was HBK all over. Well the HBK the fans knew. As he entered the ring and tossed his shirt off into the crows. He glanced over at John. Right now he had to be a good tag team partner and not to selfish. But after that 3 count it was going to be a totally different story. 

Elisha watched the monitor and Trsih explode. She was angry herself as well. Elisha and John were getting closer closer so to hear Lita talk about John like that just wasn't acceptable. So being the person she was she jumped from where she was sitting and ran down the corridor. Feeling a little bit of pain as she did. But she didn't stop. Knowing this would be worth it.

As she bursed into the locker room she saw Lita about to hit Trish. She stormed in and spun Lita round giving her a hard punch to the face. She felt some referee's try to pull Elisha away but it was to late. Elisha jumped onto LIta and gave her a couple more punches before getting off her. It was hurting her way to much for one thing and second of all she had referee's all over her. 

Giving a glance up to Trish then back down to Lita. That was it she'd done what she felt she needed to do. Probably not the smartest thing to do. Elisha had a samll feeling Trish knew about her feelings for John for one thing and for another how much she hated Lita. She walked out of the locker room nand back up to the prep area. Fuming inside. She was getting images of John and Lita. It just made her sick to the stomach.She didn't want to see those images but she couldn't help it. 

Her mind was totally off finding a partner. She had three choices. two of which would probably be in the main even against each other next week. So those two were defiently out of the question. She didn't really want to go to the third option. Just because of his past with her dad. But she knew she had to. He was her Uncle Hunter after all. She'd known him forever and even though she despised him. He was a good wrestler. That was what she needed. Though she would probably talk to Shawn about it. But she couldn't think about that at the moment. She was to pissed off to think about it.

HBK's mind wasn't totally on the match, it was defintly on other things and he could tell John wasn't all there either. There was something wrong. He didn't know what. Something probably happened in the back with someone. But right now he needed to focus.For both of there sakes. What happened backstage should stay backstage. But that was never the case with any wrestler. 

He let John start out as he went over to the apron.

Yunalesca - 19-2-2006 at 09:09 AM
Trish nodded to Elisha, and then rose to her feet with the help of a referee. She wiped the blood from her lip with her arm that had been drawn when Lita had jumped on her.
The Women’s Champ now looked down at the busted redhead, spitting on her.
“You deserved it, bitch,” she growled.
“Come on, Trish, you need to get looked at.” Informed one of the referee’s.
This time, she didn’t object as Corderas escorted her down there. She didn’t want to be the one who’d have to clean up the locker room anyway.

John started the match, mostly out of not having any other choice. Before he tangled up with Carlito, he discarded his jersey into the crowd. The screams from the girls in the arena filled his ears as they ogled his torso. Under normal circumstances, he would have grinned, but he was taking this match seriously.

The match was filled with many tags between both the teams. Carlito too scared to face Michaels, and John wanting to make sure both of them stayed fresh. Three times during the bout, Masters had almost locked the Master Lock on the champ. The last time was too close for comfort as he felt the fingers of Chris begin to interlock. Luckily for him, his partner interfered and kept Cena going.

At about the fifteen minute mark, Shawn hit Sweet Chin Music on Masters while john nailed the F-U on Carlito. Masters being the legal man, Michaels picked up the win for the team. John taunted Carlito with his trademark ‘You can’t See Me’ then turned to Michaels to celebrate.

dirty.angel - 19-2-2006 at 11:11 AM
But the celebration was soon cut short as Shawn turned on his own partner. Hitting Sweet Chin Music on John. He watched as he fell to the ground. Closing his eyes for a moment then opening them he looked at his former friend lying there. Shawn gave John one last look before exiting the ring. The arena filled with 'boo's'. Shawn was going to have to get used to those chants for at least a while. 

Shawn slowly walked up the ramp. Looking back at John every few moments. He could see John slowly getting up. What had Shawn done? He'd just saved his ass from Mr. McMahon. And maybe just helpled Elisha out. Maybe. But what he'd really done was lost a friend and the fans love. 

Elisha gawked at the TV screen. What had Shawn just done. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen. She knew he was thinking of doing it but she didn't think he'd followed through. She blinked thinking that maybe she was dreaming. But she wasn't. All she could see was her dad smiling and John on the ground. She shook her head. This wasn't happening. 

She couldnt face her dad. She hadn't lost respect for him or any of that she just didn't know what she was going to say. Elisha walked down the corridor quickly until she got to her locker room. Where she shut the door and sat against it. Her head on her knee's. What had just happened. The guy she cared for had just been attacked by her father. She would have cried if she wasn't sure if there was camera's around.

Shawn walked through the curtain and looked around. Expecting Elisha to be there. She wasn't though. Was she upset with him? Shawn didn't know but he hoped he'd done the right thing.

Yunalesca - 19-2-2006 at 01:11 PM
John nearly had his head taken off when Shawn’s boot connected with his face. He fell to the mat, unmoving. His jaw was almost numb and his head was spinning.
Why? Why did Shawn do it?
John groaned as he tried to move, his head pounding from the impact.
“John, can you hear me?” 
He tried to respond to the referee’s voice, but couldn’t move his jaw.
What could Elisha be thinking?
At the thought of her, John felt his body begin to work once again. Though it was with great struggle, John began to move. He slowly turned himself over and crawled to the bottom rope, propping himself on it to get a good look at Michaels. It was war now.

“Now rotate your arm…”
“I can’t!” Trish yelled for the third time.
“If you can’t rotate it, I’m not clearing you for next week’s match…”
“You are whether I can do it or not!” She’d grabbed a hold of the doctor’s collar this time.
“Trish…”
“Were done here,” she ordered, making the doctor leave her alone. She still didn’t know how she was going to handle Victoria with a bad shoulder. Her neck wasn’t completely healed either.
Trish quickly grew irritated and hopped off the examining bench, pacing back and forth. She had to keep her title. A loss only one week before her title defense at the pay-per-view would damage her psyche and lead to her downfall. She felt like she was backed in a corner and wasn’t sure how to get out.

dirty.angel - 20-2-2006 at 10:10 AM
Shawn kept walking. He got to his locker room. Once he shut the door he leant against it. Tapping his head on the door. Just thinking. Thinking about what he'd just done. Thinking about when he was the bad ass party animal. He really didn't want to go back there but he had to. He'd chosen his destiny. And that was to forget the promise he'd made to his family. The promise that was to not screw up or do anything to jepordise himself or Elisha. He'd promised them he wouldn't go back to those days. But if he wanted to keep his job he had to. It was his only choice. 

He stood against the door for a little while longer. THinking more about Elisha then he had in the past week. Thinking of how much of her life he'd missed. When he wasn't there for her graduation or her prom. He missed all of that because of all of this. And now that she was here, doing what they both loved he had to act like he didn't care. Now what kind of father was he? 

Elisha took a deep breathe and stood. She swallowed hard and ran a hand through her hair. Opening the door she looked up and down the hallway once. She had her duffel bag in one hand and a note in the other. The note well that was going in John's locker room. And the bag well she had her keys and she was going home to sleep. To think about everything.

She opened John's locker room door before he was back. She placed the note into his bag.
John,
I don't know what to say I can't believe it. I don't know what to do now. This sucks majorly. I can't believe he did it really. I'm sorry I can't talk to you but I don't know what to say. I might see you later.
Love Elisha xxoxx

She shut his locker room door and proceeded to the carpark. Where was she going. McDonalds for a sundae and then home to sleep. She had a TLC match to think about, a paper view match to think about and a war between the two guys she loved. What was she going to do?

Yunalesca - 21-2-2006 at 01:27 PM
Trish regained her once subtle composure as she forced herself from the examining room. She had nothing to do now but cool her mind down and change into street clothes before heading out to eat.
“What was Michaels thinking? John trusted him…”
“I know what you mean, homes. Nothing hurts worse than when your friend kicks you in the face.”
Trish stopped and turned to see Rob Van Dam and Chavo Guerrero immersed in conversation.
“Wait a minute, what did you just say?” Trish questioned to either man.
“Michaels, he just kicked Cena’s head off after the match. It was one helluva kick too,” Rob explained to the femme.
“’Lish…” She whispered.
“I can only imagine how ‘Lil Michaels feels…”
Trish didn’t wait to hear anymore, she started off in a jog towards Elisha’s locker room.

“’Lisha?” She called as she opened the door. Nothing. 
Trish inspected the room more thoroughly, but could find no trace of her. She’d already packed up and left.
The Women’s Champ didn’t doubt she was on her way home, not really feeling up to hanging tonight. Trish sighed and exited the locker room, taking up a better cause of seeing to John in her absence. He probably wasn’t very happy and needed to talk to someone.

It took John longer than expected to clamber up the ramp and backstage. He was still in slight shock that Michaels had turned on him, though he should have seen it coming. What threw him off the most was how he could turn on his daughter like that. There had to be a motive behind it. It was probably a way to protect her, but it also hurt her at the same time. She probably felt like she was losing her father.
“John…”
His thoughts were scattered as he stumbled down the steps and caught the voice of Trish.
“Hey Trish,” he nodded, trying to calm down.
“’Lisha’s already gone. As soon as I found out what happened, I came here. How’s your jaw?”
“It’s been better. Look,” he sighed deeply and stopped walking with her. “I don’t want to sound mean, but I don’t feel like hanging tonight.”
“Understandable. Just go home and get some rest…” She left him with that and walked off to change.

John threw his title belt down on a chair in a rather irritable manner and slipped a t-shirt over his head. He didn’t feel like sticking around to even change. He just wanted to get into his SUV and drive. They weren’t too far from one of his friends’ house, so he’d probably crash there tonight rather than a hotel.
If he hadn’t thought to put his title into his duffel, he wouldn’t have noticed Elisha’s letter. Before he left, he picked it up and read it.
His heart began to long for her as he read her letter and he felt a pang of guilt as he thought he’d brought this on her.
No, what happened was probably inevitable.
He smiled slightly as he read ‘Love Elisha xxoxx’. Though his day had really begun to suck, that made him feel a little bit better. His feelings of anger put aside, John exited his locker room with a clearer mind.

dirty.angel - 21-2-2006 at 03:40 PM
Shawn gave up on thinking and got changed into street clothes. All he wanted to do was go to a hotel and sleep. Maybe he was just dreaming. Maybe what he'd just done hadn't happened. But he knew truthfully that he was wrong. And that he had just done it. Picking up his bag and his keys, he turned and shut the door behind him. Knowing that no superstar would want to talk to him he went directly to his car. Unfortunatly being stopped by the one man he didn't want to talk to, Mr.McMahon.
" Shawn" he said in his rather evil but excited voice.
" Mr. McMahon" Shawn replied in a rather low unhappy voice.
" You made the right decision tonight" he paused " I'm so glad that you did it. Now you can go back to the old times now you've gotten ridden of some burdens"
" Sure. Can't wait" SHawn said in a sarcastic voice and continued to get into his car. He shut the door in Mr.McMahon's face and drove off. Out of the parking lot.

He knew where Elisha would be. McDonalds. He knew because that was where they sold Elisha's favourite ice cream and fries. But he wasn't going to go look for her. He felt to guilty and he knew he should just leave her. Probably the best thing to do at that point. Shawn felt bad he really did. He'd never felt so guilty before. And that was saying something. He'd done alot of bad things and felt guilty about alot of things. But he'd never felt like this.

Shawn was right Elisha was at McDonalds. Eating a large chocolate sundae. And next to the sundae was a medium fries. It was her comfort food but it didn't seem to be comforting her at all. She took a deep breathe and stood. Her sundae still on the table she pulled her jacket back on. Maybe a walk would help. She'd parked a few blocks away so she'd have to walk back anyway. Putting her wallet in her back pocket she grabbed her sundae and walked out of Mc.Donalds.

It was rather cold outside but she continued to eat her ice cream. As she walked all she could do was think. She kept seeing her dad's boot connecting with John's face. She shook her head slightly and fixed up her cap. Realising she'd finished her sundae she placed it in a near by bin. 

It was rather cold out and all Elisha really wore was a jacket over a singlet and a pair of army cargo pants. Not really that warm. Mind you she did have the extra warmth of her bandages but that didn't count. Up ahead she could see the arena she'd spent the whole night at. She didn't really want to remember tonight. It was one of the rather bad nights she'd had. One she got beaten the hell of, two she had a TLC match next week and three a war had started between the two guys she loved. What a night it had been. 

She could see a few familiar cars driving past her. She saw Edge and Lita's, RVD's, Chavo's, HHH's and Ric Flair's. They were obviously all going back to the hotel to sleep. Something Elisha wanted to do but at the same time she didn't. There was a very likely chance that she would either bump into John or Shawn. Not that she didn't want to. But she didn't know what she could say to them. 

She watched a very familiar car drive past as she took a glance up. Shawn's. Thankgod he hadn't noticed her. Or he probably would have stopped and tried talking to her. Her head followed the car. It pulled into the McDonalds she'd been in moments before. Was he looking for her or getting a large fries and a large caramel sundae. Probably both.

Okay so Maybe Shawn did want to go to the closest Mc.Donalds he could find. Not to go see Elisha. But he needed his comfort food to. Yes he was a grown man but sometimes he needed a little bit of comofting. And this was what did it. Large Caramel sundae and a large fries. He didn't go in though he just drove through the drive through. 

He ordered and continued through. He payed the person and dorve out. He could have sworn he saw Elisha donw the road. But he wasn't going to take any chances. It could be a total stranger that was a John Cena fan. Now he wouldn't want to get into anymore trouble then he was in.

Taking a deep painful breathe Elisha kept walking. Keeping her head slightly down. Thinking about John made her feel so much better but it also made her feel worse. Obviously he knew how she felt about him and she was quite sure about his feelings. But she felt bad because if they ever got together they'd have to keep it a secret. Not from everybody. She'd probably tell Trish and Ashley but no one else. She'd have to keep it a secret from Shawn. If he knew he would beat up John even more and never talk to Elisha. A small sigh escaped her pouty lips once more. Just thinking about it made her even more tired. 

She was begininng to struggle to keep upright as it hurt. She only had a little bit more to go but it was going to be painful. She clutched where she was bandaged and continued to walk. Standing upright and looking up. Otherwise she would have fallen over. Now the whole world could see Elisha in pain once more.

_darth - 22-2-2006 at 10:58 AM
“Alright homes. See ya around.” Chavo Guerrero finished saying goodbye to fellow Superstar RVD and turned to walk down the corridor, heading back for the locker room. Though he hadn’t had a match today, he stretched lightly as he padded down the hallway, carefully rotating his shoulder. It’d been sore lately…but he didn’t see any need to get a doctor involved. It was an old pulled muscle or something, nothing compared to what he might receive in an actual match. 

“Hey! Hey, you!!” 

A sudden, high-pitched voice echoed down the hall, startling the young Latino out of his thoughts. 

“Err, hey Mickie. What’s up, chica?”

He began cautiously, wondering what the strange Diva was doing so close to the men’s locker room.

“Have you seen Trish? I watched her match and was hoping to talk to her for a while…I was so mad that she lost. She should’ve won. I mean, she’s not the Women’s Champion for nothing, y’know?” 

As Mickie James continued to ramble, Chavo raised a brow and glanced down the hall, hoping for Trish’s sake that she had already left the building.

“Uhh, nope. Sorry homes. Last time I saw her, she was headed that way, I think.” He pointed vaguely in the direction of Mr. McMahon’s office area. “If you hurry, you might catch her.” He nudged her in that direction, though it was unnecessary. The Diva was gone in a record .5 seconds. 

“That’s one scary mamacita…” Shaking his head, Chavo continued on his way, chuckling under his breath. He almost felt bad for lying to the girl…hell, who was he kidding? Sorry, baby, it’s what I do. I lie, I cheat, I steal. A Guerrero through and through. He smirked, walking with almost a strut the rest of the way to the locker room, ready to drive to the hotel for a good night’s sleep.



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Yunalesca - 22-2-2006 at 12:07 PM
Trish snuck a cautious head out into the hall before she stepped out into it. She’d just heard Mickie running by and didn’t even want to see her tonight. She was really starting to become irritating, but she just couldn’t bring herself to tell her off. She highly doubted it’d help anyway. She’d let Ashley take care of her for now.
The Women’s Champ adjusted the strap of her black duffel and slid her shades up over her eyes, swiping her hair back rather stylishly. She was wearing a pair of faded, holy blue jeans and form fitting black tee, that she’d also cut several holes in up the sides previously. You couldn’t see those, though, she’d slipped on a leather coat to fight off the chill.
“Hey, Chavo,” she greeted her fellow superstar. In truth, she’d been developing an attraction to the Latino superstar as of late, but wasn’t about to say anything for fear of what Mickie would do. She cringed slightly at the thought of how she was about Ashley.
“Which way did Mickie go, I don’t want to chance running into her,” she looked around, scanning to see if she was around.
“Oh, did you wanna go out to eat? John was pretty pissed earlier and I haven’t seen any of the other guys. I must’ve taken too long to change,” Trish blushed slightly, which was most uncharacteristic. She’d been on numerous covers and had been in front of thousands of people performing, why was asking Chavo to dinner so embarrassing? They’d been out together before, though not exclusively…

John slowed down upon passing McDonalds on the way to his friend’s house. He happened to know how Elisha favored that restaurant above all others. Hell, the last few times the group had gone out, she’d insisted upon McDonalds. Sure enough, he saw her car parked a few blocks down. She had to be around somewhere…
Then he saw her, not too far from her vehicle, but she seemed to be in pain from her injuries. Instead of continuing on, John pulled into the parking area and got out, running up to her.
“Hey ‘Lish, you okay?” He was worried, no need to try and cover the concern in his voice. Even though she’d said she didn’t really want to talk to him, he couldn’t help but stop when he saw her in pain.
He placed a hand on her back and looked deep into her eyes.
“Jesus, Elisha, you’ve got to be freezing in that. Here, take my jacket…” John stripped off his thick varsity jacket and wrapped it around her.

dirty.angel - 22-2-2006 at 12:27 PM
As Elisha kept walking she heard a very familiar voice. A voice she so badly wanted to hear. As the voice got closer to her she sure she knew who it was. She stopped as he caught up to her. A smile came across her face when he stood next to her. 

She was about to answer his first question when he wrapped his jacket around her. It was a rather warm jacket. Alot warmer then hers . " Thanks" she smiled once more " Me fine. You've gotta be kidding. I'm never fine" she laughed. There went her sense of humour again. She probably sounded like a bit of a geek but that was really who she was. 

She found it sweet that he was worried about her. Hell, John was just a sweet guy. She was still in pain no doubt. But John had a way of making everything feel better. She was cautious about what she did next but did it anyway. She wrapped her arm around his waist and continued to walk. She had an excuse if he asked. She needed support. " How are you anyway?" she asked badly wanting to know. And she didn't like akward silences either so it was better just to ask. She didn't mind what he said. She'd understand.It's not like she hadn't been hurt by what Shawn did either.

Shawn was juggling his sundae, chips and the steering wheel as he drived. As soon as he got to the hotel he was going to ring his wife and explain. Though he doubted she didn't already know. 

With a push of the button he turned the radio on. Listening intently to the sports channel, something about RAW came on. Though he really didn't want to listen he didn't turn it off. 

All he could hear was people hating on him. It was understandable to. But they didn't know the reasons behind what he did. Though he wasn't going to explain himself to anyone. But his wife.
Yunalesca - 24-2-2006 at 11:35 AM
"Still in shock, I suupose. I've had time to cool down, but I'm still a little pissed," John explained as they walked together.
He wasn't going to say anything, but he liked how Elisha'd wrapped a arm about his waist. in response, he draped his arm over her shoulder and pulled her a little closer to keep her warm.
As they neared her car he stopped and turned to look into her eyes. He'd always thought eyes were the window to the soul and Elisha's shosed him a calm exterior, but vibrant interior.

He wished he could say 'I love you' to her, but something always held him back. He didn't want to approach this possible relationship too fast and he wanted to keep her respect, which was important to him.

Not wanting to stare, John leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. it was a friendship kiss, not wanting to startle her with a commitment kiss.
"You be careful 'Lil Michaels. Even though I've got a match next week, I've got your back in the TLC. I don't want to see you hurt again."

dirty.angel - 24-2-2006 at 11:49 AM
She gave a small smile as they walked. " I can't blame you for how you feel. But I can't say that he was selfish in his actions either" she sighed.It was true. She knew Shawn did it for Elisha's sake as well, but on the other hand he did turn on one of his closest friends. When he draped his arm around her shoulder she felt even better. Just the way he made her feel, it made her forget about everything. She could have kissed him right then and there. But didn't. When they stopped she leant against her car.

The kiss. Well what could she say about it. Even if he did do it as a friendship kiss it still meant something to her. It was a kiss after all. But what made her feel even better what the way he looked into her eyes. It made her feel like he could see something others couldn't. He could see beyond everything and just see her. Not someone else.

" You know even if they don't clear me I'm going to wrestle" she sighed once more. Not wanting him to worry or anything. She had to tell him straight up. Or he would go crazy, on Monday night if she told him she wasn't cleared but was going to wrestle. Just thought she'd drop that fact in. Only because it was true. After all it wasn't like she would break in half if she did.

He was worried about her. That was so sweet of him. " Yeah" she smiled " I'll try my hardest not to get into trouble though but I can't promise anything. You know what I'm like" she laughed with a cheeky smirk on her face. She kept glancing up into his eyes. She didn't want to look like a freak for staring but she couldn't help but look into his eyes. They were so breathe taking. 

She didn't want to move from where she was. She wanted just this moment to last forever. She wanted to just say so many things but there were also so many things holding her back.

Yunalesca - 25-2-2006 at 12:15 PM
John smiled at Elisha, but then let her go.
"We should both get on. It's late and there's a house show tomorrow afternoon. You got a signing session, don't you?"
He questioned lightly, looking into her eyes once again.
"Keep the jacket, you look cold. Maybe it'll help you remember me," he smiled before kissing her on the forehead.
"You've got my heart, girl," he yelled back to her as he walked backwards to his truck. He liked to her smile.
John turned back around and got in his truck. He waited for Elisha to leave, making sure she got out okay, then followed her for a little while before turning off on a dirt road.

The large house was a ways down, pretty isolated back in the trees. It was tan in color during the day, but this late it only took on the glow of the path lights up to the front door.
John parked his SUV and stumbled up the stone path. Upon reaching the door, he inserted a spare key and elbowed the door open. He took a second to kick off his shoes, then dropped his bag and crashed on the couch.
His friend had been expecting him, but apparently had taken to bed, not willing to wait up. John didn't mind, he simply pulled a blanket off the back and draped it over himself up to the shoulder. The champion cradled a pillow in his arm and was fast asleep.

dirty.angel - 25-2-2006 at 01:47 PM
She gave a small smile and accompanied it with a nod " Yeah I do" she answered his question. But she had little time to speak as he'd left giving her a kiss on the forehead. She heard his comment and smiled. He already knew how she felt so there was no need to reply.

She climbed into her car and took off the jacket. Placing it on the passenger seat. " I don't think I could forget you" she muttered as she turned on the car and began to drive. Wow what a night it had been and tomorrow was probably going to be even better. But she had to talk to Trish. About everything really.

She drive for a little while around the city passing dirt roads, highways, alleys pretty much every kind of street you could think of. She passed. But ti was getting pretty late and she couldn't aviod going to the hotel forever.

Elisha parked her car in the parking lot next to Shawns'. She had a feeling that either Shawn had rang her mum or it was the other way round. Either way it probably wasn't good. But she had to put tonight behind her. 'It's just another day in the business' she thought to herself as she made her way up to her room. As she inserted the room key and pushed open the door lightly she looked around. An empty room. With a quick flick her hat was off and so were her shoes and Elisha was under the covers of her bed fast asleep.

_darth - 25-2-2006 at 03:07 PM
"No worries, homes. I sent 'er off that way. Maybe if luck's on our side she'll piss Mr. McMahon off enough to get her fired or somethin', eh?" 

Chavo grinned, lightly punching the blonde Diva on the shoulder. He knew how much Mickie idolized the beautiful Canadian, pretty much beyond the point of mere obsession. If the Latin man himself thought she was annoying, he could only imagine what Trish was going through.

With the change of topic, Chavo looked around for a moment at the near-deserted hallway. Indeed, most of the RAW Superstars had already left. Including his buddy Cena. But who could blame him?

"Yeah, it doesn't suprise me, though. Michaels totally stabbed him in the back. You don't do that to your partner, homes..." 

Chavo paused a moment, trailing off, speaking almost as if he was talking directly to the Heart Break Kid.

"Anyways. Of course I'd still like to go out! Everybody else might be gone, but I'm still hyped up. Besides, it'd do good for your image to show up on the scene with a Guerrero on your arm."

At this he winked at the Diva, draping his own arm across her shoulders and giving her an affectionate squeeze. A little innocent flirting never hurt anyone. Especially not if it was going to be just the two of them this evening...

Yunalesca - 26-2-2006 at 01:17 PM
Trish felt her cheeks color even more as he winked at her. She was beginning to really like the Latino.

“Or it could do me bad. You Guerrero’s are known for lying, cheating and stealing. I want none of that tonight,” Trish leaned into Chavo’s shoulder a little and began to walk towards the parking lot. Her sports car was parked close by so they only walked together for a short distance.

“I’ll lead,” she stated. When he protested she raised a hand. “Don’t argue with a Canadian, Chavo. I just want to see if you can keep up.” She flirted, and then shoved him toward his low-rider.

“I’ll meet you there in an hour!” She taunted before jumping in the vehicle and revving the engine before squealing her tired out of the lot.

She’d taken the lead early on, Chavo’s headlights seeming miles away on the open road. The thrill began to get to her when her cell phone rang and it turned out to be Chavo.

“Want me to go slower, huh?” She questioned almost flirtatiously. “Faster? Are you insane? You’ll never catch up to me.”

Trish punched her car into the next gear. She was glad that Arby’s was a ways out, for she loved the chase. She was glad it was just her and Chavo. Not only would it allow some possible intimacy, but it also meant no McDonald’s for once. The Women’s Champion glanced up into her rearview mirror and saw Chavo right on her bumper.

“Alright, buddy, let’s dance.”
She put it up another gear and started to pull away once more. She could only hope Elisha and John were having as much fun as she was right then.
“Come on, Chavo,” she encouraged aloud, wanting to play.

dirty.angel - 3-3-2006 at 11:31 AM
It was Monday Night RAW once more. Where were they this week? They were in Boston, Massachusetts.

As the blonde stepped out of her car there was no sound. Only because she was early and no one had arrived yet. She was quick to get out of the parking lot. Not knowing who was around. She entered the arena and shut the door behind her. ‘Another night doing what I love’ Elisha thought as headed towards the Diva locker room.

Her ribs were still heavily bandaged from the week before. A night she’d rather forget. She was already in most of her match gear. This time sporting a pair of black shorts and a rather small black and pink top. She wasn’t in any pain now. The pain had gone away for now. She was suffering through the nights when she tried to sleep. The only thing that got her sleeping was thinking of John. 

Tonight was going to be interesting and she already knew that. She didn’t have a partner for her match so basically she was screwed. She had to face Torrie which wasn’t that hard, but she was more concerned about Tomko. Torrie’s big man. Her worst enemy at that point. To make it worse whilst under a lot of pain Elisha had gone and made it a TLC match. And to make that even worse she had broken ribs. How she was going to survive tonight would be interesting.

She pushed open the door to the locker room and dumped her stuff. She had a while before the show started and she had to go catch up with everyone. One person in particular. She wasn’t sure if he was here yet but it was worth going to see.

She walked down the hallway slowly until she got to a locker room that read ‘ John Cena’ on the door. She knocked waiting for a response.

Yunalesca - 3-3-2006 at 11:59 AM
“Wake up Champ…”
John groaned at the voice and rolled over, feeling one leg drape lazily on the coffee table. A small string of saliva dripped onto the small pillow one arm still had a hold of while the other was buried inside the couch. He’d apparently tossed and turned quite a bit, as the blanket was half on the floor and half wrapped around John’s torso.
“Oh jeez. Would you stop slobbering on my pillow!”
Next thing the champ knew he was being hammered across the head with a thick pillow.
“I’m up, I’m up!” He mumbled as he sat up lazily and scratched his head.
“You’d better be, it’s past dawn,” a manly voice chastised from the kitchen now, pouring orange juice into separate glasses.
“I don’t remember getting sleep…” John said to himself as he rose and began to fix the couch.
“I wouldn’t remember sleep either after getting kicked in the face either. Come on and drink this, then you can eat and get the hell out of my house.”
“Always so polite Charlie,” John said as he stumbled to a barstool and grabbed a hold of a glass.
“I’m noted for it. So tell me, what’s with this Elisha? Think it’s smart to be banging the enemy’s daughter?”
“Hey, it’s not like that. We like each other and since when did you care?”
“I don’t, just wondering if she’s good friends with Trish. I’m in need for a date y’know.” Charlie laughed.
“Right, well I think you may be in competition there, bud.”
“She doesn’t know what she’s missing. Hurry up and you can grab a shower before heading out. Want to look good don’t ‘cha?”


John was wrapping his wrists with tape when he heard the knock on his locker room door. He was pretty surprised, seeing how not many people actually arrived this early. He was already in his gear, which wasn’t too hard. His street clothes often doubled as wrestling gear. This time he wore a Boston jersey and his trademark ‘Chain Gang’ shorts.
“Hold up,” he called before slipping on some of his pump up sneakers.
When he opened the door, he was surprised again to see Elisha, though this was a pleasant surprise.
“Elisha, wanna come in or..?” He offered.

dirty.angel - 3-3-2006 at 12:25 PM
She smiled when he opened the door. She was surprised that he was actually here. " Sure why not. Got nothing else to do, but see the home town hero." She couldn't help but smile when she saw him. " And plus it might be the only time,I see you. The next time you see me I might be going on a little ambulance ride" she said with a little laugh. Of course she was waiting for a reply. It would be interesting to see what he said. She knew he had her back, and she trusted his word though she was concerned about how much he thought she could take. After all she was a DIVA.

She figured he would be worried about her during her match. It was only human. But sh eneeded him to know that even if he cared about her and she cared about him they had to be careful.

Yunalesca - 5-3-2006 at 04:13 AM
John nodded and had to turn away from Elisha for a moment to hide the slight color in his cheeks that had arose when she’d called him the ‘hometown hero’. It’d always been his dream to be called that, knowing that not a whole lot of fame came from any one individual. The Sox weren’t too shabby, but the city lacked a luster for fame and John was ecstatic that he had brought a sense of pride back home.

‘The next time you see me I might be going on a little ambulance ride’ brought John to turn around with a frown upon his chiseled face. He was concerned about the match as it was, but just thinking about her being on stretcher out of the arena was unnerving. Imagining her beautiful face etched in pain drove him crazy. He had to fight down the impulse to just hug her.
“Don’t say that. You don’t know that’s going to happen. I imagine you haven’t found a partner yet…” he trailed off rather thoughtfully.

From the way she’d held herself when she walked through his doorway suggested as much. She seemed uneasy and slightly frightened. Knowing she was a Michaels, he knew she would forge ahead with the match regardless if she found a suitable partner or not.

“If you haven’t found a partner, I’d gladly stand by your side. I’d be pulling double duty, but it wouldn’t be the first time and definitely won’t be the last time. I don’t want you going out there alone, it’s too dangerous,” without realizing it, John had a soft hold on her shoulders and was looking intensely into her stunning eyes, trying to get a grip on what emotion lay there…

dirty.angel - 5-3-2006 at 11:17 AM
" I can't ask you to do double duty, it's not fair." She sighed wrapping her arms around his waist. " You know I'd love you to be there but you've already got a match against dad and if you're in a TLC match it gives him the upperhand......" John would be the best person to have as a partner but she couldn't ask him to pull double duty. 

She just looked up at him into his beautiful eyes. Elisha could tell he was worried about her already, and the match hadn't even started. " I'll be fine, I promise." Hopefully that reassured him enough. " And anyway it's not like Torrie can do me any damage" she said with a little laugh, trying not to sound scared herself. 

She hadn't actually asked anyone to be her partner. For some reason she didn't want to. Shawn and John had a match so that meant that neither of them could be her partner, HHH had a match and really there was no one else she could ask. Really Elisha was pretty much screwed.

Yunalesca - 5-3-2006 at 01:41 PM
John sported a sly grin as Elisha responded to his suggestion. “You don’t have to ask, just tell me to. Besides, when has this business ever been fair?” He was cut off by her angelic voice once again as her slender arms were wrapped around his waist. He kissed her hair as she talked while listening dutifully.

“Maybe he would have a better chance with the upper hand. I’d have plenty of fuel left over anyhow; it’d be an adrenaline rush getting to face him in the ring.” The champ was cut off once more as Elisha’s stunning eyes locked onto his and began to read his thoughts.

’I’ll be fine…’
Even at her reassurance, John was uneasy with the thought of her having to go out there alone. He sure as hell wasn’t worried about the so called ‘wrestler’ Torrie, it was Tomko that kept him on edge. He’d completely decimated Trish at her every turn, putting her in danger of being on the inactive roster. Now he was meticulously picking apart The Showstopper’s daughter, but to what avail? Was he being paid off by McMahon, or was it a simple mind game that Torrie had devised to get any small edge over the younger Michaels?

“No, you’re not going out there alone. At least let me find you a partner seeing how you won’t let me wrestle with you. My concerns won’t be eased until I’m sure you have some back up. At least allow me this,” his last sentenced was whispered and he was looking deep into her eyes once more, wishing he could banish her fears and pains.

dirty.angel - 5-3-2006 at 02:05 PM
She thought for a moment. " How about you wait behind the curtain and if I get into any trouble you can come out and help me" she said with a cheeky grin. " That way you will be fresh for your match with dad and I'll know I'll have someone I can trust watching my back." She didn't want a partner who she didn't trust, they could turn on her any second and she couldn't risk that. 

She hoped he'd agree to that atleast. She didn't really want a partner anyway. This was her mess that she put herself in, and she didn't want to bring anyone else into it. 

Though she didn't know what Torrie was upto. Elisha knew she had to beat her. Even though she'd beaten her before Torrie had always gotten the last laugh, and Elisha couldn't let that happen this time. No matter what she had to get out of that ring quickly.

She waited for his response. He probably wouldn't agree to it, but she wasn't going to let him be her partner or find her a partner. She was to stubborn for that.

Yunalesca - 5-3-2006 at 02:32 PM
John sighed and rolled his eyes slightly, growling like a bear. “Your killing me ‘Lish…” he kissed her hair and pulled her into a gentle embrace. “But you can count on me. I’ll do as you wish,” John knew he was beaten and didn’t want to argue with Elisha.

“But,” he pushed her back from him so he could catch her gaze; his expression had turned serious. “Should it get too rough out there, I’m intervening. I know you ca handle yourself, but nobody lays a hand on a Chain Gang sista.” He kissed her on the forehead and rubbed her shoulders.

He didn’t know what made him even think about it, but he began to wonder if the boys had gone out last week without him. He hadn’t even noticed if anyone had left when he did. Thinking back on it now, he felt bad for turning down Trish, but knowing her, she’d found a date with someone.

dirty.angel - 5-3-2006 at 02:45 PM
She just rolled her eyes " I know, I know, but I'll try to make sure you don't have to do that" she said with a smile. She was serious, when she said that. Even if it was a TLC match she didn't want it getting to rough. For one thing she didn't want to get beaten up alot and for another she had to be fit for the PPV on Sunday.

" But really let's not talk about my match anymore i'm already freaked out enough" she said with a smile as she gazed into his eyes. For some reason today his eyes looked somewhat different. Like they were trying to tell her something. But she couldn't understand what.

She couldn't help her next move. Well she probably could have but she didn't. Elisha gave John a soft kiss. With a smile she moved back slightly " Just returning yours from the other day" she said with a smile. 

She didn't take her eyes of his. She just gazed. Gazed deep into his eyes.

_darth - 7-3-2006 at 01:45 PM
"Let's go, Trish...think you can handle the Heat?" 

The younger Guerrero smirked as he punched his low rider into a higher gear. Loving the fact that the stretch of road was pretty much deserted, he took advantage of that fact, swerving into the other lane and cruising up right next to the Women's Champion. Grinning even more, he raised his free hand and shrugged, winking again at the Canadian bombshell. Knowing his car could do more than just match hers, Chavo gave it everything he had, pulling slowly ahead of Trish. It was almost a shame to see the faint glow of city lights ahead. He'd been relishing the chase. Although, if that was any indication of what was to come, the night could only get better.

A week later, Chavo was still trying to wipe the grin off his face. He'd gone out with the hottest Diva RAW had to offer, and this time, they'd been alone. Even though nothing had came of it, it'd defitely been the most fun he'd had in a long time.

Cracking his neck with a swift turn, Chavo rotated his shoulder carefully as he entered the locker room. There wouldn't be much action in store for him this show, but in the wrestling business, it was better to always be prepared.

Yunalesca - 7-3-2006 at 02:26 PM
Trish gawked as Chavo passed her, growling in frustration. She shared his disappointment at the city lights fast approaching. She hadn’t wanted the chase to end, but maybe dinner would turn out to be better.

They had arrived at the nearly deserted restaurant a little after midnight and didn’t leave until 1:30. They’d shared a rather deep conversation, including Chavo’s uncle Eddie. Trish had never really been close with him, but had admired him greatly and asked him for advice often. The mood had seemed to droop, so Trish brought up her childhood and how her cousins used to tease her when she said she was going to be a wrestler. This caused them both to swap childhood stories ending in Chavo tossing an ice cube down her shirt and Trish kicking him.

After she’d gone to the bathroom to remove the cold cube and straighten out her hair, she was escorted to her car and turned to Chavo before leaving.

“Thank you, Chavo. This was one of the best dates in my life…” She trailed off, shocking herself in calling it a date. Before her backbone gave out completely, she’d kissed him lightly on the cheek and got in the car. Driving in separate directions, Trish kept a warm smile on her face even when she’d crashed on her hotel bed and was fast asleep.

Trish entered the parking lot cautiously, looking around for Mickie’s trademark yellow Bug. Nowhere to be seen… The Women’s champ didn’t even know how the girl was permitted a license.

Thinking nothing more of it, Trish got out of her car and jerked her duffel out of the passenger seat. Just as she began to walk across the lot she saw Victoria pull up in her black truck. The champ instinctively stopped and chewed on her gum as her challenger got out. Victoria raised her sunglasses and stared down Trish from across the lot.

“Prepared to get your pretty little face destroyed?”
“Prepared to get your ass beat?”
Victoria laughed at the blonde and carried a smirk of satisfaction.
“When I’m done with you, not even the best surgeon will be able to repair what’s left sweetie.”
Not wanting to be taunted any longer, Trish backed down and pushed open the door to the locker rooms, disgusted.


John was surprised when he felt Elisha’s soft lips on his own and could hardly speak when she drew back and uttered a comment.

“You didn’t have to…” He whispered back when he was finally able to speak. He held her gaze for what seemed like forever until he leaned forward and closed his eyes. He drank in her sweet scent before letting their lips touch again. This time he sought to kiss her as he’d always wanted to. He loved her and would do anything for her. He could care less of what Shawn would do if he found out. He was bound to eventually, but the Chain Gang soldier didn’t have a care in the world.

The kiss lasted for many moments, John taking to memory of what she tasted like. He poured all his love into their first kiss. When he finally drew back, his eyes on hers once more and full of calmness, he whispered the words to her he’d been holding back.

“I love you, Elisha…”

dirty.angel - 7-3-2006 at 03:58 PM
Elisha was speechless. Not because of what he said. But because of how he kissed her. She'd never been kissed like that before. And she wanted to be kissed like that. The way his soft lips touched hers, it was just so desirable.

" I love you too....." 

she'd never said those words to anyone like she had to John. And she meant it. Finally she'd figured out that feeling he gave her. It was love. Something she'd never felt before. At that very point in time Elisha felt like nothing could hurt her, like she was ontop of the world.

Her gaze rested on his once more. She couldn't find any more words to say. It was like she'd been frozen and she couldn't unfreeze herself. She didn't feel akward or anything. She just felt like......wow. That was the only way to explain everything that had happened in the past 2-3 minutes...wow


Shawn Michaels made his way into the arena. Having already parked his car he was ready for tonight. John may have been the hometown hero but Shawn was ready to do what he did best......Stop the show.

Having no idea what was going on inside John's locker room. He walked past it without a second thought. He had a couple of things to do before the match, before the show even started. One was talk to his daughter and apoligise for his behaviour towards her in the past few weeks and he would try and talk her out of her TLC match though he knew it would be no use considering she was stubborn just like him, and secondly he had to go give Mr.McMahon a piece of his mind. How he'd made his life a living hell for the past week, how he'd made him go back on a promise, how he'd made Shawn loose a friendship. He was going to go tell Mr.McMahon where to stick it.

He knew not one superstar would want to talk to him but you couldn't expect him to go a whole night without finding a buddy to chat to. Could you? He walked past a very familiar locker room. The name plate reading HHH. He didn't want to go back there. Into that friendship, but he knew that would be what Vince would want. A DX reunion. He stopped for a moment and knocked. Well this was either going to be akward or even worse it could actually work out.

HHH soon emerged from his locker room.
" Well, Well Shawn Michaels what can I do for you?"
Shawn cleared his throat " Hunter" he paused " Look I need someone to talk to and I need someone in my corner" he said simply
HHH gave a small chuckle " I wondered how long it would take you." he said looking around " Look I hate John Cena as much as you do right now, so why not give him two for one this evening?" he said with a smirk on his face
Shawn knew exactly what he was talking about. Him and HH having a little after match fun with John. Seemed harmless enough " Sure sounds fine to me" he said returning the same smirk. 

With that SHawn continued up the hall.

Yunalesca - 15-3-2006 at 03:03 PM
John smiled at her and brushed a lock of blonde hair from her glowing face. He didn’t have to look very deep into her eyes to see how she felt about him. Long gone were the times when he’d have to guess if she loved him back. Everything had just been laid bare for each to see. Secrets were out of the question now. The champ, at that moment, wanted to just leave with Elisha and see the world. He felt he could just blow off his career so he could be with her. Reality tugged at his conscience but he ignored it for now, not wanting this moment to end. He diligently memorized every scent, how he light shone on Elisha’s hair, and every contour in her beautiful face.
Wanting to experience a moment of bliss once more, he leaned in and kissed her again. This time he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her gently into him. Reaching up, he ran a hand through her hair before rubbing his fingers across her neck in a soothing manner. Though the first kiss had been full of love, this one was more of passion and by far, more intense. He again checked everything into his memory. He now had a new motivation, and it was Elisha. To simply think of her could brush away any grogginess, could make him overcome any obstacle. 
When he broke off their long kiss again, he was slightly winded. It’d been the most intense kiss he’d ever given. He looked into her eyes once more, transfixed by their beauty. Finally after what seemed like an eternity of silence, he spoke up.
“You should probably get around. You’ve got a match to prepare for and I want you to look for a partner. I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt out there Elisha…”

Trish had originally decided to just crash on the couch in the Divas locker room upon arrival, but now she was irritated. Victoria had stepped it up a notch and Trish still didn’t feel up to the hardcore match. She was doomed to failure, she knew. Bad Blood was next Sunday and for sure, the Women’s Championship was going to be put up. Now she wished she had joined the famed ‘Vince McMahon Kiss My Ass Club’ years ago. It would’ve been embarrassing as hell, but at least she wouldn’t be in brutal matches that seemed to give the chairman a high, or maybe something else a little harder.
She detested the last thought. In fact, she cringed at the thought of it. She still couldn’t believe she’d degraded herself so much. She’d gotten on her knees and barked for that heinous family. What the hell was I thinking?!
The Canadian abruptly stopped, not even aware she’d traveled this far down the hall already. She was in a mingling of men’s locker rooms and had managed to stop exactly in front of Chavo Guerrero’s door. She sighed and started to move on but found herself turning around and knocking on the door before she could stop her movements.
“Chavo…?” she called softly. When she heard nothing, she began to turn away but the door opened and she saw the Latino. When he’d appeared he had a trademark grin on his face. She was still feeling somewhat pissy, but his smile made her feel better.
“I wanted to thank you again for going out with me last week; it would’ve been boring had I gone by myself…” She started. “I know you have a match and all, but I wanted to ask if you could keep an eye on Elisha’s match. I’m worried that she’ll get hurt…” Trish wasn’t given the chance to finish. Mickie James appeared out of nowhere and yelled shrilly for Trish.
“Trish! There you are! I was looking all around for you. I was afraid you’d been jumped by Victoria or something…” The ecstatic girl began to hug Trish. The women’s champ gave her a look of disapproval and pulled her arms off her.
“Uh, Mickie, can I finish?” She asked, indicating her conversation with Chavo.
“Oh, right! Sorry…” The girl screeched, making Trish cringe.
“Anyway, I’d be grateful if you could do that for me,” she gave Chavo a look of ‘work with me’ before leaning in and kissing him. She’d tried every other way to get rid of Mickie, maybe this would work. She was calm on the outside, seemingly wrapped up in the kiss, but on the inside she was a mess. Everything seemed to have turned to putty. Her stomach was fluttering with butterflies and she could barely make her hands move up to caress the side of his face. After a long while, she broke away, forcing a smile on her face. It was a genuine smile, but it had been so hard to make. She’d just kissed Chavo…
“Mickie?” She called as she began to walk away.
The girl stood there, a look of shock on her face, then she turned to the Women’s Champ. “I’m going to, uh, go help set up the ring…” She quickly ran off and Trish turned back to the Latino.
“Sorry…I had to do something. Though, it was nice…”

dirty.angel - 16-3-2006 at 11:01 AM
Soon enough Elisha found her arms wrapped around John. She embraced the kiss. Just going with it. God she could have kissed him all night and all day. She could have gone around every single locker room and told everyone the news.

Reality soon hit, when the embrace finished. She wasn't going to forget anything from the past 5 or so minutes. She couldn't, it would be etched in her mind forever. 

She looked up at him when he finally spoke. She herelf was a little winded. Brushing a strand of hair from her face she nodded " Fine...I'll look for a partner just for you" she said " But I can't promise you anything" she said letting go of him. Slowly she walked to the door " Don't worry about me. I promise I'll be fine. And if I'm not you can come and save me" she smiled walking out and closing the door behind her.

She was about to take a step across the hall when 'Phsyco Diva' Mickie James passed her in what looked like quite a hurry. Whatever had happened just up the hall had obviously upset the poor girl. Not that Elisha cared much for Mickie she kind of freaked her out a little. It was one of the only Diva's that did freak her out.

She shook her head quickly before beginning up the hall. She needed to get re bandaged by the doctor firstly, then she wanted to catch her dad before he shut himself in his locker room. 

The doctor's room wasn't far from where she was. Once she'd arrived there she sat on the stretcher. The doctor began talking to her but Elisha was in another world. Thinking about the one person that she cared for. He'd clouded her mind. Not that it was a bad thing or anything.

Shawn was already in his locker room. And he had that little smirk on his face that you rarely saw these days. God John was going to get it. He didn't care anymore. Shawn wanted that title and he wanted to beat John. Simple. He didn't have any complications he needed to think about. It was plain and simple. 

So he thought....

_darth - 20-3-2006 at 01:31 PM
"No way, homes. That was far from nice. But hey, I don't blame ya. Had to scare her off somehow..." 

Chavo trailed off, glancing down the hall at Mickie's retreating back. He was joking of course, insinuating that the fact that Trish had kissed him was mainly to throw Mickie off, maybe even keep her away for a while. Noting confusion, even hurt spread across the Canadian's features, he winked at her and broke into his wide grin once more.

"I'm kidding, mamacita!" The Latino man draped an arm affectionately around her shoulders, giving her a sort of half-hug. "And I agree..." Grinning again, he lightly turned the blonde beauty to face him and gave her a kiss of his own. His hand subconciously slid up to the nape of her neck to support not only her, but himself as well. It was true...Chavito Heat was falling for the Women's Champion, and falling hard.

Finally, after a few moments, he forced himself to stop, pulling away. "Uhh...of course I can keep on eye on Lil' Michaels. TLC match, right? I'm on it." 

Sure, he had a single match with Carlito later on, but regardless of the turnout, he'd watch Elisha's back. He also was going to be watching Trish. Victoria and her fellow sluts weren't exactly known for following the rules. Hell, he wasn't either, but that's what would make chasing the foul Diva out of the ring so much sweeter.

Nodding in conformation, he placed a hand on Trish's good shoulder and flashed her another grin, masking the cloudiness that still hovered in his brain from his bold move. 

"Well, better finish gettin' around. Thanks yourself, Trish. You know I had fun, too." Waving, Chavo backed into his locker room once more, and once the door was closed, sat down on the bench. He let out a sigh, grinning lightly, and after a second, stared upwards, looking past the ceiling.

"I don't know why, and I don't know how, but I know you're involved in this somehow..." He smiled and nodded, half to himself and half to who he'd been addressing out loud. Still smiling, Chavo went back to preparing himself, mentally and physically, for his match.

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 09:09 AM
Yunalesca - 22-3-2006 at 10:04 AM
Trish had been rather confused at the Latino’s statement. She’d deciphered his comment as hurtful and her heart had begun to break. Her brown eyes lowered to keep herself from tears.

‘I’m kidding, mamacita!’

The Canadian felt an immense amount of stress list off her shoulders when she heard his comment. The half-hug she received made her feel even better. People never lied when they’d told her Latino’s had a way with women. She couldn’t help but smirk when she thought of how her friends had always asked about Chavo. ‘Course back then she’d never thought much of him. They’d hung out a few times off and on but she’d been involved with Jeff at the time. It seemed John had been the glue that held them together, atleast till now.

When Chavo turned her to him, she looked deep into his eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. His grip was strong yet gentle on her arms and his eyes were filled with warmth. The feel of his biceps against her flesh was comforting. She felt safe.

When she felt his warm breath on her face, she knew what he meant to do. She parted her lips slightly and allowed him to kiss her. She wasn’t sure how to take it. She didn’t know if he was toying with her or if it was a good luck kiss. It felt sincere, but she wasn’t sure. The Latino was tricky and he could do one thing while meaning another. With the feel of his strong hand creeping up her neck a chill took her body. Trish took a nervous breath through her nose to calm herself.

The Women’s Champ was relieved when Chavito Heat broke; she was about to buckle in the knees. It’d been a while since she’d been kissed and the Guerrero was very good at it. She of course never let on that she was impressed. The Canadian simply smiled at Chavo’s comment and returned it with, ‘wish me luck’ before he closed his door.

“I’m going to need it,” she whispered to herself before turning and walking down the hall to her locker room.


John watched Elisha’s small frame exit before turning away and massaging his jaw. He still felt twinges from the massive boot to the face he’d received, courtesy of the Heart Break Kid. He half smirked at the irony of it all. He was dating his greatest nemesis’ daughter. Not that he was complaining. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. He’d been sweet on her for quite a while, but was too busy with his career to take notice.

Shaking off his thoughts of the blonde beauty, John began to tape his wrists. He was booked in a match with Shawn tonight and wanted to be ready beforehand. It was only about twenty minutes before the house opened, then another thirty before RAW went on air. Plenty of time, many thought, but not the Champ. He had so many things to worry about and it’d take time to push them out of his mind. Trish had one hell of a dangerous match and so did Elisha.

He didn’t know who to worry about more. The last time Trish had been booked in a match of this caliber with Victoria, she’d almost gotten her nose broken. He doubted either would walk out of the arena with a broken nose. They were going to rip each other apart.

Then there was Elisha. Most of his concern lay there. He loved her and didn’t want to see her hurt. She told him she’d be fine, but he didn’t want to see her wheeled out on a stretcher. He began to pace his locker room, scratching his scalp. He wouldn’t let her go out there alone. If he had to, he was sure he could get somebody big to side with her. Maybe Big? Hell he didn’t know.

Just worry about your match for the moment…

dirty.angel - 22-3-2006 at 10:15 AM
Just as the show started, Elisha finished up in the doctors room. Before she left the doctor spoke to her.
“ You know Elisha, you have to be careful tonight. It would be better for you and your body if you found a partner”
“ I’m trying my hardest don’t worry Doc. I’ll be fine, it’s not like Torrie can do me much damage” she laughed leaving the doctors room.

Sure. Torrie couldn’t do Elisha any damage, but Elisha was trying not to think of the damage Tomko could do to her. Anyway she knew she’d have numerous people backstage watching her. Of course she had John, no doubt Trish had set something up and there was always the possibility that Shawn would be there. 

She headed up the hall towards HBK’s locker room. She needed to talk with him. He always got her pepped up and motivated for her matches. No matter what her situation was he’d been in one the same, either years ago or just weeks ago.

She knocked twice and waited for a response. Although she wanted to tell Shawn so badly about her and John, she had to keep her feelings secret. Why? Because Shawn could become a protective father when he wanted to be, and Elisha certainly didn’t want to deal with that while there was a certain rivalry between the two. It would just make it worse.

Hearing the two knocks Shawn opened the door. He smiled as he was greeted by Elisha. He wanted to talk with her about her match and everything else. So he was glad to know she still wanted to talk to him. 

He greeted her with a hug and moved aside to let her in. Shutting the door behind him.
“ So, how are you holding up ‘Lisha?” he asked taking a seat himself
“ As good as I can be with broken ribs and a TLC match” she laughed sitting opposite him.
He gave a nod “ I know you’ve heard this a million times but you’d be better with a partner. I understand you can’t find one so I know your going to go out there alone. Just be careful, And don’t worsen your injury. It could become serious” 
“ Sure, I understand why everyone wants me to have a partner. And I’ve looked. So I’m going out there alone. Sure it’s a risk, but I need to do it for myself”

Their convosation went on for about half an hour. They talked about her match his match and everything in between. All but one subject. 

Elisha came out of Shawn’s locker room, pumped and ready to go. She headed off towards the Diva’s locker room. She had to stretch and change into her boots etc. But she felt so much better.

Shawn shut his locker room door once more. And took a seat. He felt a lot better after talking with Elisha. There was no way in hell he was going to loose. Feeling like this.

As the show started Elisha became nervous. Her match was first up. She’d already put her pads on whilst no body was around and she’d stretched. Now she was jumping up and down on the spot. 
“ You’ll be fine” She told herself.

_darth - 22-3-2006 at 03:15 PM
Still on the bench moments later, the young Guerrero sobered up. The show would start shortly, and as collected as he'd looked while talking with Trish, he wasn't doing so well on the inside. Taking another deep breath, he leaned foward, propping his elbows on his knees and his chin on his fists. His match later on with Carlito he wasn't too worried about. It wasn't that he was cocky, it was just that the self-proclaimed 'Cool' Carribean might not feel so cool after being hit by the Latino's Gory Bomb or even the Three Amigos. All Chavito had to do was work up to that. No sweat, right?

Wrong.

Groaning, the young Latino let loose a string of curses, muttered in Spanish, at himself and Vince, blaming The Chairman for making all the damned match-ups.

Because of course he didn't only have his own match on his mind. He'd promised Trish he'd watch Elisha's back.

She never found a partner, did she....muy loco, girl!

Chavo shook his head, running a hand down the nape of his neck. It wasn't so much the Diva Lil' Michaels was facing he was worried about. Her feral manager could do a helluva lot of damage, and Tomko had shown many times before that he had no problem attacking anyone, male or female. Going in there alone was extremely dangerous...he'd have to be ready to make his run-in at any time.

And Trish...she and Victoria, arch-rivals as they were, would hold nothing back against each other in their ladder match. Unless Chavo kept an eye on the Canadian as well, the little flame they had sparked might just be extinguished.

Setting his jaw in grim determination, he shrugged off his worry and fear of fatigue. He reached into his locker and grabbed a black bandana, tying it around his forehead in his usual style. Double-checking his bootlaces to ensure proper tightness, Chavito Heat stood and shouldered open his locker door. Now he was ready.

Only one thing was certain...the episode of RAW was bound to be anything but uneventful.

Yunalesca - 23-3-2006 at 04:58 AM
John was unapproachable just minutes before the pyro would go off. Normally the champ was mingling with fellow superstars, but not tonight. He stared at his reflection, brow furrowed. He wasn’t thinking of Elisha or Trish any longer. His sights were on Shawn, the self proclaimed ‘Showstopper’. He hadn’t wanted to hurt him. He had Elisha to think about and he’d always looked up to the legend. Now that was no more. It may sound selfish, but he owed HBK nothing except a beat down. By turning on him, he’d shown just how much respect he had for the champ.

He heard Lillian’s voice echo throughout the arena and turned from the mirror. Vince had booked Elisha to be first, but that was about to change. It was time to get something off his chest. Cena exited his locker room, clothed in a Chain Gang hoodie, shorts, sneakers, and the belt slung over his shoulder. Nobody greeted him in the hall, for they saw the look on his face.

John marched up the steel stairs to the prep area, brushing past Elisha without a glance. He couldn’t think about her now or he would falter.

“Get my music,” he told some random techie.
“John, your not sched…”
“Cue it.” He stated flatly as he moved up behind the curtain.

Sure enough, his music hit and the fans roared, but as always, the boo’s began to rise. He’d expected as much; even in his hometown. He didn’t show off or give a traditional entrance, but simply rolled into the ring and asked for a mic.


Trish had been warming up in the locker room when she heard Cena’s music blast the arena.
“What the hell?” She spun around and turned on the t.v.

He was calling out Vince when she’d flipped to USA.

“What are you thinking?!” She yelled this time, running a hand through her full hair. The chairman was famously known of making people’s lives a living hell. Cena was headed down that path now. Trish knew first hand, you never cross the boss.

dirty.angel - 23-3-2006 at 09:24 AM
Elisha heard a way to familiar voice behind her. She didn't turn to talk to him. She was to focused on her own match. Whatever John was about to do was John's business. Not her's. Though it may affect her even more, she had to stay focused.

But she couldn't focus any longer when the monitor flicked on behind her. Turning around to look at the monitor there was The Chain Gang Soldier. Standing in the middle of teh ring with his precious belt around his shoulder. 

As John spoke Elisha listened, her jaw dropping even more at every sentence. Did he know what he was doing? He was calling out Vincent Keneddy McMahon, Chairman of the board, Satan himself. Vince was someone you didn't call out. Especially when he was in the mood to make your life a living hell. She'd seen first hand what it drove people to.

So Elisha watched, listened, thought. She did everything but focus on her match. " A way to throw me off John" she muttered to herself. She felt like kicking the TV monitor, she was shocked. Why was he doing this? What was going through his mind? All those sorts of questions ran through her head. She'd had enough. She turned off the monitor and sat down on a storage box. Trying to get her focus back.

Shawn flicked on the monitor. He'd expected Elisha's music to be playing. Instead he saw his former friend standing in the middle of the ring, doing the most stupid thing he could do. 

Shawn himself regretted talking to Mr. McMahon in the way that he did. Telling him to get over Montreal. Shawn shook his head. John should have known what he was getting himself into. He'd seen what Mr. McMahon had done to Shawn. He'd seen what Vince had driven Shawn to do.

Taking a seat in his locker room Shawn watched once more. Shaking his head silently at every sentence John said. This kid was brave. But was he ready to go through hell?

_darth - 24-3-2006 at 12:18 AM
It seemed that everyone backstage was glued to a TV, shock registering on their otherwise blank faces as they stared at the screen. Chavo himself was having a hard time believing what he saw. 

John...? What the hell??

Not really caring about all the other Superstars, techies and camera crew that were nearby (and doubting they would care either, preoccupied as they were), the Latino man burst into another muttered swearing fit, cussing so rapidly in Español that he began pacing the hallway to counter it. He continued to steal glances at a nearby monitor, anxiously watching, waiting to see how things would unfold.

One of the reasons Chavo (and everyone else watching, he was sure) had been so surprised was that the champ's actions were so abrupt. The Latino man had been making his way down the corridor, bouncing up and down lightly with adrenaline and anticipation, ready to oversee Elisha's match when he'd heard the all-too familiar opening chords of The Time Is Now. Going out there unscheduled and uninvited would piss Mr. McMahon off as it was, but calling him out? It was suicide!

Cena...I sure hope you know what you're gettin' yourself into, homes...

Chavo groaned, rubbing his temples and leaning against the wall. It was going to be a long night.

Yunalesca - 24-3-2006 at 05:16 AM
John lowered his mic and looked Vince dead in the eyes as he began to strut down the ramp. It seemed he thought better of his decision and the Chairman stopped where he was. The crowd had grown deathly quiet as the Champ and Satan stared each other down. Cena could see the intensity in the others eyes and he wanted to look away. Vince was pissed, yet not nearly as pissed as he was going to be. He could picture Elisha’s face and almost felt bad.

Sorry baby, I have to do this…

He was about to make a stand and get the fans back on his side in a few choice words, or if McMahon got irrational, actions.

“What the hell do you think your do…” McMahon started.
“I’m doing the talking here!” John roared and he heard the crowd gasp. They knew nobody talked to the Chairman like that.
“You sure do have a smart mouth on you,” the Boss tried again, pointing at the Champ.
“Let me ask you something, Vince. Do you respect this title?”
Vince was at a loss for words for a moment. First he’d addressed him as Vince, then he’d asked him if he respected the title?
“You know as well as anybody else I do…”

“You didn’t hear a word I said, as usual.” Cena half laughed in the mic, walking around the ring before he turned back to the Boss.
“I asked if you had respect for this belt. You see, I have immense respect for it. I finally sat myself down and asked if I truly loved this business not too long ago. I could hear the boo’s rising in the crowd and I wondered why people began to hate me. I guess I was getting to be an old product, like The Rock,” he paused for a second as he heard cheers rise up at the mention of the legend. “I couldn’t get why after I’d poured my heart and soul into performing for every single fan, I was being disliked. Did I not give enough blood? Did I not give enough sweat? Oh I knew I gave enough tears. I can still hear fans cheering for Michaels when he kicked me in the face some days ago. I couldn’t get –why-“ John was scratching his skull in irritation. “I guess people don’t realize what Shawn really is.”

“You about done here, John, if your not I’m going to…”

“Does it look like I’m done?!” John cut off the chairman again. “See this whole speech boils down to you, Vince. What people don’t realize is when I got kicked in the face, H-B-K became a Vince-McMahon-Sellout!”

The crowd was speechless. A few dared to boo, but stopped to hear more.

“I may be what you call a reckless champion, but at least I have the dignity to challenge for the title face to face! I worked my ass off to get this title! I never once turned my back on someone to get this title! I never once stabbed a single person in the back!” John was hanging over the ropes now, his face turning red from his yelling.

“I’m not going to tolerate your mouth any longer, security!” Vince turned towards the ramp to call out his personal guards.

“No, no Vince. If I were you, I’d keep those guards back there,” Cena dropped his belt and ripped the camera off the cameraman’s shoulder. “How much are these Vince? Couple thousand?” He turned to face the chairman. “You willing to loose that much money?”
His plan was in effect, he’d targeted the Boss in the weak spot. His money. John had the crowd in his pocket and now had the Boss’ attention. He could care less whether it was good or not. He was tired of sitting around and getting backstabbed for being a soft champion. He heard the locker room conversation. John lacked color anymore. His drive was gone.

“John, just put it down. You’ve got Michaels tonight. I don’t think you need to destroy that…” Vince lowered his hand in signal to the Champ.

John locked eyes with Vince before simply releasing the hefty camera and letting it crash to the mat. He saw the Boss wince before dropping his mic to the mat as well. His work was done. Cena exited the ring with his music blaring, the Boss dashing backstage, and the fans cheering once more. Now he had to prepare for hell.



“You crazy sunovabitch…” Trish knew what he’d been looking to do and he’d accomplished it. She could see this was going to be Austin vs. McMahon all over again, only this time, it was a legitimate Chain Gang Soldier vs. Satan. She shook her head once before turning the t.v. off. She wanted to talk to Ashley before she had to go get ready. Her match was mid-card so she still had some time to kill.

dirty.angel - 24-3-2006 at 09:04 AM
Shawn was angry. He'd been called a ' Vince McMahon Sellout.' Maybe John didn't realise why Shawn did what he did. But he wasn't going to explain himself to John Cena. He didn't need to. It should have been clear to him. But that didn't matter. Shawn was angry. Angrier then he'd been in a long time. 

In frustration he'd thrown his water bottle across the room and kicked the TV monitor off it's stand. He wasn't going to be shut in his locker room. Nope. He was storming down the corridor. Hoping to bump into Cena. So he could give him a piece of his mind. 

He was fuming. He didn't give a rats ass who thought what of him. But being called a sellout was just it just wasn't cool. It was far from it. Something you didn't do. 

Luckily for John he couldn't find him. SO Shawn went back to his locker room. Where apparantly someone had put in another TV. Not that he cared. He was way to angry to care. 

Sure John had opened the floodgates to hell. But John sure as hell had opened a new side to HBK.

Elisha watched John walk back in. God she defiantly didn’t want to talk to him. She was angry, hurt and sort of happy. Finally someone had stood up to Mr. McMahon. But she was angry because of what he’d said about her father. No body said that sort of stuff about a Michaels and got away with it. 

She shook her head trying to re group. And waited.

As Elisha’s music hit she took a deep breathe and ran out to the ramp. She smiled and waved to the fans before entering the ring. She walked over to Lillian and told her she had no partner.

“ And the challengers at a combined weight of 300 pounds Torrie Wilson and Tyson Tomko” Lillian announced into the microphone.

Elisha didn’t waste any time, as Torrie stepped into the ring she clotheslined her. Luckily one of the stipulations of the match was Torrie and Tomko had to tag. But Elisha knew to well that, that stipulation would soon be thrown out the window.

The match mostly went Elisha’s way whilst Torrie was in the ring. And for the first five minutes no weapons had been bought in. That was until Tomko was tagged in. Elisha had to bring in a chair. She didn’t want to but she had to choice. Unfortunatley the chair didn’t quite work. It just made Tomko more angry. When Tomko was angry it wasn’t a good idea to be around him. He knocked Elisha down with one powerful punch. Then came something evil, As he mud stompped Elisha, Torrie came and un wrapped all of Elisha’s bandages. 

Elisha nearly keeled over as she stood,the match was taking it’s toll on her. But she balanced herself. Torrie came running at her and she dodged out of the way. She watched as Torrie went flying to the outside. Finally Elisha was going to do something she’d wanted to do for ages. She slid out of the ring and looked under the ring. Finding a table she pulled it out and set it up. She wasn’t finished there, she got out yet another table setting them up so they were horizontal. She rolled Torrie onto them and smirked to herself. 

Finding a 20ft ladder under the ring she slid it into the ring and set it up. Tomko was starting to stand so Elisha gave him Sweet Chin Music. As she climbed the ladder she looked down at Torrie. Reaching the top she balanced before….jumping off with a Flying Elbow right onto Torrie. Both tables broke and Elisha lay pretty much dead on the broken tables. 

She tried to get up but she couldn’t. It was just to painful. Tomko had come to and walked around the outside. He rolled Elisha into the ring and left her there. She wasn’t going to get up any time soon. He went to check on Torrie and helped her up into the ring. 

It was as if the two had a plan all along. As Tomko grabbed Elisha into the same hold she was in last week. And she began to scream. It was bad enough that she had no bandages on, and she knew she’d aggravated her injury by jumping off a 20ft ladder, but this was bad. And Torrie was adding insult to injury. She slapped Elisha across the face with as much energy as she could find in herself. Then she ripped off Elisha’s shirt. 

That pissed Elisha right off. From somewhere deep inside she found some energy to try and get to a vertical then battle with Tomko. But that was short lived. Elisha received a boot to the middle of her back and she fell right back into the position she’d been in just moments before.

Elisha screamed some more. She didn’t care how much pain she was going through, she wasn’t going to tap. Tapping was something the Michaels didn’t do, no matter how much they were hurting, they didn’t tap. Badly she wanted to tell the referee that she’d given up, but she couldn’t. She had two people’s voices going through her head. Shawn’s saying “ C’mon ‘Lisha you can get through this, don’t tap out. You know you can keep it up” and John’s going “ Just be careful. I'll be there if you need me. I know how much you can take”. Well this was as much as she could take. There was no words to explain the pain she felt. The Texan kept screaming, hoping the pain would go away. But it wasn’t going away.

She kept glancing up at ramp every so often. She hoped that maybe someone would run down. That someone promised he’d be there, but she didn’t see him. She saw no one. Maybe she’d have to get out of this her self like she’d prepared for. If only she could get out of this hold. 


Shawn watched, his eye’s glued to the screen.His anger had been put away for later and we was now filled with worry. Elisha’s match was good. It wasn’t good that her bandages had been taken off. Then there was Tomko. That’s what Shawn was worried about. He was ripping Elisha apart and it wasn’t good.

He wanted to just go out there and become Elisha’s partner. But he knew McMahon would make his life even more hell if he did.

As he saw his little girl climb up the ladder his eye’s widened. She wasn’t going to do what he thought she was going to do was she? Yes she was. Shawn’s jaw dropped and he blinked a few times. He couldn’t believe what he’s just saw. His little girl had just jumped off a ladder, broken two tables and now could hardly move. Sure she’d carried on his legacy of jumping of ladders but this was different. He didn’t car about his legacy, he didn’t care about his match. All he cared about was his daughter, his pride and joy. He didn’t want her to get hurt. But he had a feeling that would happen. “ I’ll be fine I promise” was all he could hear echoing through his head. She’d made a promise she knew herself she couldn’t keep. 



He thought the match would end there but it didn’t. And he could no longer watch. He hated seeing Elisha in pain. But seeing her screaming in pain constantly was just to much for him. He stood up and walked over to the other side of his locker room. He tried to get ready for his match. But he couldn’t. He could still hear the screams f his daughter. And they were filled with pain. He didn’t know what to do. 
“Should I go out there?” he asked himself. 

But he didn’t. McMahon was the only thing that was stopping him. He didn’t want to seem like a sellout. But he couldn’t bring himself to make his or her life more of a living hell. He hated seeing Elisha in pain, but if he went out there he’d just make it worse for the both of them. And he didn’t want that. He’d just have to sit there and watch his little girl suffer. 


As the older Michaels watched, he felt like breaking. Watching someone he loved go through so much was hard. It was even harder when he knew he could stop it. But the hardest thing he had to face was the aftermath of all this. And that wasn’t going to be pretty.

[Yunalesca]

_darth - 27-3-2006 at 08:13 AM
Shit...

Chavo knew he'd missed his cue. He'd been pacing the hallway, wondering furiously what John's motives had been. He was in store for one hell of a retribution, that was for sure. But he had to focus on the present now. One glance at the overhead monitor told him Elisha was in big trouble. And he'd promised Trish he would look after their friend.

The Latino cursed again, swearing a blue streak as he jogged through the corridor, shouldering past crewmen, other Superstars and anyone else who happened to be in the way. He caught a music techie's eye and shook his head vigorously before dashing out through the entrance threshold. He didn't want his run-in announced...he'd need the element of surprise here.

Sprinting down the ring, he heard a few cheers from the crowd, but was grimly pleased that the beast Tomko was too focused on causing as much pain as possible to the young Michaels to notice him. The Latino ran around the ring to the opposite side, pausing only a moment to slide a steel chair from under the ring. Armed and ready, he dove into the ring, ignoring Torrie's angry, shrill cries. She may have seen him, but her warnings to her partner fell on deaf ears. Sadistic Tyson was too engaged in tightening his hold on Elisha to listen. Chavo wasted no time; he ran up behind the beast and slammed the chair across the side of his head. That done, and Elisha finally out of the painful hold, Chavo hit Tomko again for good measure, then threw the chair in Torrie's direction, causing her to shriek again and jump out of the way. His face contorted in anger and the thrill of the fight, he pointed at the Diva, yelling at her in Spanish. He doubted she could even hear him, but the message was clear. Turning back to the ring, the Latino knelt beside Elisha, placing a hand on her back and checking her over for any major injuries.

"You okay, Lil' Michaels?"

Chavito Heat glanced over his shoulder at Tyson. As KO'ed as the huge Superstar appeared to be, the Latino did not want to be in the ring when he came to. And Elisha...well, she needed to get out of there, too. 

"Come on, chica..."

He encouraged into her ear, trying to help her regain her feet. He doubted her legs would even support her at the moment...the match had been hell in itself, and Tomko's cruelty had to have been unthinkable. He slung her arm over his own shoulder, albiet gently, and stood back up, his arm on her waist for more support. Chavo hoped Cena wouldn't be pissed at him...he was only doing what was nesseccary. Besides, the Champ was most likely still wrapped up in his own problems.

After a few moments, the Latino was able to help Elisha out of the ring and up the entrance ramp. Torrie had made to interfere once, but a single glare from Chavo sent her scurrying back towards the ring.

"It's alright, 'Lisha...you're gonna be alright..."

Chavo honestly hoped his words held some sort of truth.

[OoC]Hey, thanks Shan. I feel all special now. xD

As for you joining, I don't see why not. But then again, it's not my board. [shrugs]

<3[/OoC]

dirty.angel - 27-3-2006 at 08:55 AM
As Elisha felt the hold released she gave a deep sigh of relief. Even if it wasn't John it was someone. She slowly got up. Turning back to look at Tomko. She knew the match wasn't over till pinfall or submission. Even if she couldn't stand properly she was finishing the match. No matter what.

So once she reached the top of the ramp. She looked over at Chavo. 
" Wait, here" she groaned coming out of his grip. She turned back to the ring and made her way back down. She knew people would think she's stupid for doing what she was about to do. But to beat Torrie and Tomko would be totally worth it.

Torrie had her back turned when Elisha got back into the ring. 
" Hey Torrie" she said to the diva. As the diva turned Elisha threw her foot out and got Torrie right in the jaw.

Torrie hit the floor with a thud. And Elisha pinned her for the three count. Slowly she stood back up and had her arm raised. She looked up the ramp to see Chavo looking rather stunned and she just gave a small shrug.

Her victory didn't last long though. It seemed that her injuries had started to take it's toll as she keeled over once more. She wasn't able to stand up anymore. It was too painful. She groaned. Pulling herself up onto the ropes. She could feel the pain in her ribs. She'd never felt anything this bad. Slowly she rolled out of the ring and met Chavo half way up the ramp. She held onto him for support and she exited up the ramp and behind the curtain. All to the crowd cheering.

Even though it was probably the stupidest thing she'd done. She had just won her match. She'd overcome the odds. 

Shawn breathe a sigh of relief when Chavo ran in. " Thank god for Chavo" he muttered watching. 

He'd seen how much pain Elisha was in, and watched her struggle up the ramp. He'd hoped to see her enter the curtains and back into the prep area. But she didn't.

Shawn shook his head in confusion. Sure she hadn't won the match but her body had suffered enough. He didn't realise how badly she wanted to win. How badly she wanted to prove that she could overcome the odds to win. How badly she wanted to prove she was just as good as Shawn.

Yunalesca - 28-3-2006 at 01:03 PM
After John had scared off McMahon, he’d glued his eyes to some random monitor. It hurt him to see Elisha in pain. Seeing her broke through the vengeance that currently fogged his mind. No doubt his love’s father was going to be seeking his blood tonight, but he’s expected it. His actions were brash without a doubt. It was an un-scheduled interruption and speech. He hadn’t thought about it until five minutes before Raw even started.

He was relieved Chavo had interfered, no doubt a favor to Trish. Her and Elisha acted like sisters sometimes and she probably recruited the Latino to protect Shawn’s daughter. John knew he should’ve been the one to save the girl, but he’d been so angry he hadn’t noticed how far his feet had carried him. In fact, at the moment, he was halfway to his locker room.

“And the winner of this bout by pin fall, Elisha Michaels!” Lillian announced. John nodded his head, but stopped when he saw her crumple. Nothing registered as he took off in a run down the hall. It’d take forever to get to the ramp, so he instead pushed his way to a crowd entrance. Cheers rose up in his ears as the sea of spectators parted for him. He was over the barricade and into the ring in two small bounds. Things would be better once he could hold her.

“Elisha,” he whispered as he cradled her. “I’ve got you…” with that he lifted her off the mat and exited the ring. A round of claps and praises broke out for him as he carried Lil’ Michaels up the ramp.

“Thanks Chavo. I think someone’s waiting back there for you.” He thanked the Latino before exiting through the curtain, still carrying the young woman.


Trish was indeed waiting for Chavo backstage. She wanted to thank him before his match. Of course by now she was pacing slightly, nervous about her match. Victoria was looking to tear her limb from limb.

“Thank you, Chavo. I doubt she woulda made it if you hadn’t showed up,’ she stood on her toes and hugged him. “Good luck,” she whispered in his ear. She’d wanted to say more but she could hear Carlito coming up the stairs. The last thing she wanted was the locker room to be buzzing with conversation about them. They weren’t really together so there was no point in making a scene.

dirty.angel - 28-3-2006 at 01:36 PM
" John...?" he groaned as she reached backstage. Feeling the curtain brush past her. It was tough keeping up a vertical. She felt like cumpling into a heap. But she found some strength not to. 

SHe closed her eyes for a while then opened them groaning again. " God it hurts" she muttered, it more sounding like a bunch of groans and growls. Pain wasn't her favourite thing, and she just wanted it all to end. The doctors room was all the way on the otherside of the hall, she herself was doubtful that she would make it by herself. 

She leant against John for support.Hooking her arm apon one of his shoulders, her eye looking up at his face. " Told you I'd be fine" laughing slightly she gave a small smile.Just to reassure him. Elisha could tell when someone was worried, like John was now. 

With her right foot infront she took a small step. Stopping she sighed. Knowing herself she wouldn't be able to make it down the hallway by herself she didn't let go of John. 

Her free arm held around her waist. Trying to fight away the pain was getting hard. She felt like she was going to cry. abut she couldn't. Not infront of John. 

Shawn stood immediatly after she crumpled. He headed out of his locker room quickly and gave a small jog towards the doctors room. He'd see her there. If John was with her there might be an altercation and that's not what she needed.

He kept jogging. Not able to get the images out of his head of her screaming. Seeing her break into pieces haunted him. Infact it made him feel bad, he'd promised his wife that he'd look after their little girl and make sure she was okay. That made him feel even worse. To know that he himself made a promise that he couldn't keep. 

Sure Shawn felt guilty for not running out there but he knew she knew why he couldn't. He waslucky to have Elisha, lucky to have someone who understood him so well. 

His mind kept running back. Memories going through his head. Sometimes it calmed him. But this time it didn't. It didn't make him feel worse, it made him nervous. What if something bad had happened to her. Then what? He'd be accountable for it. 

And he didn't want to Loose his little girl. She was one of hte only things that keot him going in this business, she was one of the people that gt him out of retirement. She'd helped him through everything. 

As he reached the doctors room he looked inside. Elisha wasn't there. Obviously. He could here her up the hall with John. He rolled his eyes at the thought of what might happen when they got here. He'd just have to focus on Elisha and no one else.

_darth - 3-4-2006 at 02:03 PM
As Chavo ducked through the curtain, still a bit nerved up from his encounter and the luck he'd had, was surprised to see that the champ was right.

“Hola, señorita…” He began, his natural Guerrero charm kicking in. The Latino stopped, though, when the Diva reached up and hugged him. In turn, he wrapped an arm around the Women’s Champ, returning the light affection. It was nice to see Trish. After all, though they’d had their share of romantics last week and earlier in the evening, he couldn’t tell just how the Diva really felt. She was good, Chavo had to admit, and she knew it. For all he knew, Trish could be using him as a distraction, something to get her mind off the thought of Victoria’s lust for her title. But the gentle way she whispered in his ear dispelled his doubts, and he smiled in gratitude. Before either of them could say anything else, Carlito’s unkempt, frizzy hair peeked over the stairs as the Superstar approached the curtains. Separating himself reluctantly from Trish, the Latino shot Carlito one intense look before turning and waiting at the threshold.

“The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from El Paso, Texas, weighing in at 200 pounds…Chavo Guerrero!”

As Lilian Garcia finished announcing him and his music hit, Chavito Heat bounded out onto the entrance ramp, acknowledging fans and stopping a moment to point upwards in tribute. He still wore his ‘E.G.’ armbands to honour his late uncle. Jogging down to the ring, he dove in and scrambled to his feet, bouncing on the pads of his feet, waiting.

“And his opponent, from Puerto Rico, weighing in at 230 pounds…Carlito!”

The Latino paced the ring restlessly as Carlito made his way down the ramp, his apple in hand and a glare on his face. He watched warily as the Caribbean Cool demanded a mic before rolling into the ring. Nevertheless, Chavo stood ready as his adversary stared him down and finally opened his mouth.

“Hey, hey, hey…before we get things goin’, Carlito’s gotta say somethin’. What you did back there was wrong.”

Beginning to see where he might have been going, Chavo forced himself to remain calm, merely raising an eyebrow.

“You had nothing to do with that match. What gives you the right to go out there and interfere like that, huh? Oh, don’t even try to pull that ‘lying, cheating, and stealing’ bit on Carlito. Carlito knows what is goin’ on.” 

Instinctively stiffening, Chavo fought to only look confused.

“You didn’t go out there for nothin’. No…I saw you back there. You went out there for Trish Stratus! I know how close she is with Elisha! I saw you back there!”

The crowd, bewildered, now began to buzz with curious intrigue. Chavo, knowing he needed control of the situation, took a mic from Lilian and chuckled into it.

“Naw….naw, ya got it all wrong, esé. ‘Lil Michaels is my friend! I wasn’t just gonna turn my back on her, homes. She--”

Chavo’s explanation was cut short as Carlito, still glaring, spit directly into his face. Slowly wiping saliva, juice, and bits of apple from his vision, Chavo had no reply.

“That’s not cool.” Carlito snarled before discarding his mic and locking up with the distracted Latino. He threw the smaller Superstar against the ropes and laid him flat with a solid dropkick. Regrouping, Chavo got to his feet and rubbed his jaw, trying to shake off the pain the sudden attack had caused. Seeing Carlito come at him, Chavo was ready this time and grappled with him for a moment, eventually overcoming him and driving him back into the turnbuckle. After a few-well placed punches, Chavo was able to set his challenger up on the ropes, and hopped up, preparing his next move. Carlito fought back, punching Chavito in the gut, trying to give himself room. Chavo, determined to finish his attack, headbutted him, hopped up on the second rope, and nailed Carlito with a Superplex. It took him a few minutes to regain his feet, but when he did, Carlito began seeking revenge, working on weakening Chavo’s sore shoulder. 

Most of the bout followed a back-and-forth pattern, both Superstars’ speed and strength almost evenly matched. It had been almost ten minutes, and both men were wearing down. Finally, forcing himself into a second wind, Chavo grabbed Carlito from behind, hitting him with a regular suplex. Gaining momentum, he repeated it twice, receiving roars from the crowd at his rendition of the Three Amigos. But Carlito wasn’t done yet. He stood shakily, but slide tackled Chavo to the ground. He dragged the Latino back to his feet for an Irish whip, but Chavo reversed it into a powerful clothesline. With Carlito down again, Chavo staggered to the corner, pulling himself onto the turnbuckle. Seeing his opportunity, he stood on the top ropes and again motioned heavenwards. Once more setting his sights on the ring, he crouched, and leapt into a modified Frog Splash onto Carlito. 

Taking advantage of his stunned opponent, Chavo grabbed his leg and held him down for the 1, 2, 3. The bell jangled loudly and Lilian announced him the winner as he stood, arm raised by the ref. The Latino, chest heaving from the fast-paced match, leaned over his prone nemesis and cursed at him (in Español, of course). He even spit on Carlito, serving up some revenge of his own brand. Walking back up the ramp, Chavo rotated his shoulder again, thinking: Two down, one to go.

Yunalesca - 6-4-2006 at 12:02 PM
Trish brushed her concern aside for Elisha momentarily, trying to calm herself before she was to go out and perform. If she didn’t stay focused, her opponent was going to capitalize. Vince was purposefully trying to put her through hell. She was going to have six days to nurse tonight’s injuries before the No way Out pay-per-view. She didn’t even congratulate Chavo. She had to prepare herself mentally with no distractions.

“Eh, heh heh heh, oh.”
Shit…

Trish grabbed her belt and dashed through the curtain. As usually she pointed to the crowd, but she didn’t hear them. Alls she could think of was how Victoria had decimated her in their Chicago Street Fight. She was lucky the psycho diva let her walk out of the arena that night.

The Canadian wasn’t even in the ring when she heard, ‘I’m the lady to mess with’ and was jumped from behind by the black haired diva. She dropped the title and wheeled around, closed fist connecting with her opponents jaw.

She quickly lifted the ring apron and dug out a trash can and stop sign, flinging them over the top rope. The Canadian heard someone scream a warning, but she’d already turned around and Victoria nailed Trish with a clothesline. Her head bounced off the floor mats and the blonde quickly scrunched into a ball, holding the back of her throbbing skull. Her opponent signaled for help and soon enough Candice came jogging down the ramp.

The bigger woman gave instructions to get Trish in the ring while she retrieved more weapons. Candice grabbed the blonde by the hair and made her look up at her before slapping her. “Come on, Trish!” The Playboy cover girl taunted before throwing the beauty into the ring. The Women’s Champ rolled, but then lay unmoving, her head still dazing her.

Victoria pulled out a kendo stick and screamed psychotically before rolling into the ring. “Not so pretty anymore!” Trish’ opponent screamed and started to smash down across the Canadian’s back, but the champ still had a few tricks. Trish grabbed Victoria and rolled her into a Small Package for a two count.

The Canadian could not fool her opponent again and for the most part they traded fists and kicks. Each arsenal fitted in a Lou Thesz Press, mudhole stomping and chops. They used every weapon they could find. Vic had been hit over the head with a stop sign, welted on the back with a kendo stick and had been cut open on the arm from an exposed ladder corner. Trish had taken the majority of the beating though. She’d been assaulted with a trash can, slammed into the steel stairs and a nightstick to the knee.

At the moment Victoria was leveled with a chair and the Women’s Champ was yelling at Candice Michelle. Before she could take out the playmate, she was distracted by a run in by Mickie James.

“What the hell, Mickie!” Get out of here I can handle…” Trish was cut off as Victoria whirled her around and impaled her with a DDT. The obsessed diva tried to clamber into the ring, but Candice snuck up on her and knocked her out with a powerful chair shot to the back of the head.

The black haired diva grabbed a chair and with a sadistic grin, slammed it across Trish’ exposed knee. The blonde haired beauty screamed in pain and gripped her knee. Wanting to put her through the highest amount of torture, Victoria put the Canadian in a Half-Boston Crab. Now the Women’s Champ screamed even louder and couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face. She refused to submit. 

Without warning the hold was released and Trish was turned over on her back. She looked up at the ceiling lights, somewhat stunned at what was going on, when Victoria grabbed her by the legs and catapulted her into a ladder in the corner. Trish didn’t know what happened next except that a sticky liquid began oozing down her face.

Everybody in the arena gasped as Trish slumped down and blood seeped into her blonde hair. It poured out everywhere as Victoria picked the Women’s Champ up into a Widow’s Peak for good measures and got the 3. 

“Whaddya think now, Trashy?! Huh?!” Victoria yelled at her bloodied opponent. Laughing she exited the ring, taking Candice with her.

“Trish.”

She could hardly hear the ref calling her name. When she opened her eyes alls she could see was red. She tried to move her injured leg and screamed. Unwillingly, she blacked out from the pain.

Anyone who looked upon the beautiful Canadian could hardly recognize her. Blood was smeared across her face, matted in her flowing mane and trickled in streams down her neck and across her chest. The liquid was splattered all over the mat in massive heaps. Diva’s weren’t supposed to get busted open, but Trish had a long gash running just under her hairline and above her brow from where she’d ferociously connected with the steel. Her life source continued to gush as clotting never began. It had begun to slip into her mouth and painted her lips with crimson. What chance did she have on Sunday at No Way Out?



“Here, baby,” John lowered his frame slightly and picked her legs up, cradling her in his arms. He wouldn’t let her continue on with her extensive injuries. Sure, to some his words seemed uncharacteristic, but when he was with someone he loved he was a different man. He was still John Cena, his in ring persona the same as how he was, but he was more caring and gentle with his words. He did love Elisha and wouldn’t allow her to suffer and possibly injure herself further.

They neared the doctor’s room and Cena saw Shawn’s frame pacing nervously inside. The last thing he wanted was a fight with him in front of Elisha while she was injured. Sighing slightly and shifting her, he entered, refraining from eye contact with HBK. Setting her on the examining table, he stepped back. He didn’t know whether to leave or stay. If he stayed, the air would remain thick with intensity, but if he left he’d be abandoning Elisha. He looked into Elisha’s eyes, pleading for her to tell him what to do. The last thing he wanted her to think was that he was ditching her.

dirty.angel - 6-4-2006 at 01:06 PM
If Elisha hadn’t been injured she would have gone out and helped Trish. But that wasn’t the case. Elisha was laid out on one of the stretcher beds feeling like her whole rib cage had been crushed. She badly wanted to scream in pain but she didn’t. She didn’t have the energy to.

She could feel the awkwardness in the air between Shawn and John but she didn’t know what to do. She wanted them both there. Her eyes darted from one to another. Soon she just smiled as she felt her dad’s arms hugging her “Thank god your okay” she heard whispered into her ear. Soon enough she let go of Shawn “ I told you I’d be fine didn’t I” she laughed.

Feeling a jab in her rib cage she groaned. Needles definitely weren’t her thing, but she’d do anything to ease her pain. 

Shawn let go of Elisha and gave a soft smile. He couldn’t stay and watch Elisha be jabbed with needles etc it would just make him feel worse. Giving her one last look and a slight nod he left the doctor’s room walking back to his locker room. Totally oblivious to the fact Elisha and John were together.

Once Shawn had left Elisha lay back onto the bed once more. “ Well that was weird” she laughed quietly to herself before looking up once more at John and smiling. 

Her smile soon turned into a worried look when she heard the 3 count on hte monitor. She looked up to see Trish on the mat, with blood streaming down her face. 

“Oh My God Trish” 

She looked at her friend who lay on the mat inside the squeared cirlce. Elisha sat up and stood walking hurriedly to the door. She wanted to get out there and help her. Sure she felt twinges of pain but she was more concerned about Trish than anything else at that point in time.

She could hardly recognise Trish on the monitor. The blonde beauty she knew as Trish Stratus looked more like a squashed tomato then the Canadian Beauty she was. 

Giving yet another worried look over to John she felt like crying. SHe wasn't sure weather to go out there or not. But she knew she wouldn't make it. And by the look on John's face he wasn't going to let her leave either. Slowly she walked back to the bed and sat. She couldn't relax with out knowing is Trish was alright.If something happened to Trish she didn’t know what she would do.

_darth - 12-4-2006 at 01:04 PM
“My God…I don’t see how the Women’s Champ will be ready for Sunday… Look at her! Can she even stand? Don’t give up, Trish!”
“I agree, King. Victoria may have the advantage going into No Way Out this Sunday…”

The announcers’ voices, blaring from a nearby mounted TV, stopped Chavo dead in his tracks. Whirling in the hallway, his eyes quickly scanning the screen, Chavo again broke into a cursing fit, this time sounding almost panicked. The Latino had only seen Trish’s battered, bloody frame for a second before dashing back down the corridor, but the horrific image was seared into his mind, hovering before his eyes, taunting him. Shoving aside both the exhaustion he felt from his match and anyone who got in his way, Chavito sprinted down the passage.

It seemed he couldn’t run fast enough.

When he was just a few yards from the curtain, Victoria and Candice emerged, laughing and grinning smugly. A flare of anger erupted within Chavo, and he fought hard to control it.

“Outta my way, muy loco puta…” He snarled as he pushed past the insane Diva and her ever-so-modest companion. Seeing the people who’d done such damage to Trish fueled him on, allowing him to tune out everything else.

The spectators, still semi-muted in shock, hardly acknowledged Chavito Heat until he rolled into the ring. What he was doing was practically proving Carlito’s accusations to be true, and he was almost certain people were getting tired of his interfering, but he could care less. Besides, it seemed to be the evening in which all his friends were being targeted. And he was not the sort to sit back and take that. Especially not now. Not while the Women’s Champion, someone Chavo was beginning to truly care for, lay bleeding and broken, motionless in the center of the ring.

Nodding to the ref, implying he’d help, the Latino knelt by the prone Canadian, wincing inwardly upon seeing her wounds up close and personal. Judging by the way she looked, she’d been cut up pretty badly. But there was too much blood to tell the extent of her injuries. One thing was for sure, and that was that she needed medical attention very, very soon.

“Trish…come on, señorita…” 

When he finally got her to stir just slightly, Chavo had to choke back his anger, shock and other emotions that had suddenly kicked into overdrive.

“Oh, baby…we gotta get you cleaned up…” Being as gentle as he possibly could, he half-lifted her from the mat, supporting her in a seated position. His arm around her shoulders, he tried to brush her blonde hair from her face, gritting his teeth at the fact that it was so thickly matted with blood it looked more scarlet than platinum. Her knee, the one he recalled as being previously injured, was already swelling, looking almost useless.

Where the hell are the EMTs??

If they didn’t arrive soon, Chavo knew he’d have to take Trish backstage himself. Though he may have been taking a note out of Cena’s book, the cruiserweight was at a definite disadvantage. First, he wasn’t exactly as big as his buddy. Sure, he could hold his own in the ring, but he wasn’t much compared to the champ. Second, the Latino had already wrestled his match, one that he’d given his all in. Then there was Mickie. The psycho Diva was standing by then, holding her head but trying desperately to get to Trish. Chavo turned to her, signaling her back up the entrance ramp. But she kept shaking her head, insisting that she help take care of her idol.

“Mickie! If you really wanna do somethin’ to help, then go! Get the doctors ready. Just go!!” Finally the Diva retreated backstage, but not before shooting an almost jealous glare at Chavo.

That taken care of, and the medics no where to be found, Chavo steeled himself. The longer he waited, the more blood Trish would lose.

“Alright, mamacita…I’m gonna get you outta here. I’m gonna take care of you…”

He whispered in her ear, unsure if she was even conscious enough to hear him. Then, with utmost caution, he lifted her into his arms, being especially careful with her bad leg. All the way up the ramp Chavo looked forward, focused on getting Trish to a doctor. Mickie didn’t matter. Victoria didn’t matter. The crowd didn’t matter. All he cared about in that moment was the battered beauty he carried.

Yunalesca - 13-4-2006 at 01:05 PM
The ringing, make it stop… was all Trish Stratus could think of. Was she even conscious? She could think, but did that mean she could respond with motion? She was confused and felt alone. She had no idea of what was going on…

‘I’m gonna take care of you…’

Who’s voice is that? She knew that she’d heard it before. It sounded Spanish, but she needed a face; someone with dark skin and strong features.

Rock? She thought, No, he’s Samoan…Chris? No, not even close…Eddie? No, his nephew…His name…

“Chavo…” she whispered, finally grasping his name. She felt herself coming back from the darkness. She wasn’t alone, she was in his arms. But what happened?

Trying to understand, she attempted to move her fingers. Something was telling her to move, to learn to feel again. Each finger responded and she could feel the skin of Chavo. It was somewhat sweaty, but soft and the muscle’s beneath were toned, synchronizing to support her.

“Lay her on the stretcher…”

No, I don’t want to leave him…she screamed internally. Wanting to save herself, she grasped his hand once she’d been laid down. She tried to say his name again, but her throat was dry and nothing came out.

“Trish, were going to stretch your leg…” An EMT began before an immense amount of pain registered in her mind. Though she fought against it, she screamed and gripped the Guerrero’s hand. Her eyes grew watery again and the Women’s Champion cried although she didn’t want to appear weak.

“The worst is over,” a female voice assured. “You’ll have to stay,” she directed at Chavo.

“No.” Trish finally voiced with much effort. Her brown eyes opened and a glare of hatred rested on the EMT. “I won’t go without him,” she threatened, still holding the Latino’s hand.



“He’s lost it…” John mumbled, insinuating the boss had finally knocked something loose in his head. Two of his friends had been decimated, one sitting with him and the other surely on her way to the hospital. If he picked on women like this, he could only imagine what he had in store for his match against Shawn.

Not being able to look at the monitor anymore, he turned away and tried to focus on Elisha. His eyes were burning with hatred for Vince even though he felt ill. He’d never seen so much blood during his short career. Sure, he’d been opened up before, but not to such an extent. It wasn’t right for a girl to be damaged like that. Trish knew what she was getting into, and so did Elisha for that matter, but it didn’t make a difference to him. He was protective of both and they’d been man-handled tonight. He didn’t want to, but he felt it was time to send a message to Vince. Earlier it’d been an attention grabber, soon it was going to be a wake-up call.

“I won’t stand for it anymore…” John said more to himself than anyone else. Pushing his anger aside momentarily, he leaned forward and kissed Elisha on the cheek.

“Take care of yourself ‘til I come back…”

And please forgive me…

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 09:17 AM
dirty.angel - 13-4-2006 at 05:32 PM
Before Elisha could protest John had left her. She didn’t want to be in the Doctors room by herself, or even have the company of another superstar, Probably some who she didn’t like anyway.

So she sat on the bed alone. Well apart from the doctor who had just finished bandaging her up, she was alone, she felt alone, alone on the inside. What she did next was totally against what John, Shawn, Trish, Chavo and anyone else that knew her would have told her or wanted her to do.

After the doctor had walked around the corner Elisha stood. Slowly being very careful not to make any noise, as she moved she felt a small pain through her rib cage but she didn’t care she just tried to ignore it. Taking small steps she reached the doorframe and leant against it for a moment. 

Much to Elisha’s shock and surprise out popped Mickie James. “Great Just who I want to see” she thought. But even though her thought’s were against Mickie, Elisha just smiled.

“ Mickie” she said politely with a nod of her head.
“ Elisha” Mickie returned not so pleasantly.
“ Trish isn’t here, what do you want?” The smile that was on Elisha’s face soon disappeared
“ Well, I was looking for Trish but because you’re here I just want to tell you that I know your little secret , and I’m going to tell Trish. Believe me you won’t be around her for much longer” Mickie smirked
“ I swear Mickie if you say anything I’ll personally punch the living daylights out of you” she threatened pushing past Mickie and heading down the hall. 

Her mood had gone from sort of happy to pissed off. And when Elisha was pissed off she did things she would regret later on. Just like last week when she’d made the TLC match. What would happen this week she didn’t know just yet.

‘ Oh Great just what I need now’ she muttered seeing Vince McMahon coming towards her.
“ Elisha just thought I’d remind you that your accompanying your dad to the ring” he sneered, strutting off down the hallway.

Elisha’s eyes widened. Since when had she been accompanying Shawn. Obviously since Vince had decided to put her through even more pain. Now she was even more pissed off. What she was going to do would have to wait. She had to meet Shawn in the prep area soon.




Shawn was waiting in the prep area. Was he focused, definitely not. He was more concerned about his daughter and her best friend then his match against John Cena. At the moment it didn’t care if he won or he lost, he just wanted to be with his little girl. Little did he know he’d be spending his whole match with her.

Hearing footsteps come closer he turned to see Elisha running towards him. 
“ What are you doing, get back in the doctors room, you shouldn’t be moving”
“ I have to be here, McMahon said I have to accompany you to the ring”
“ What!! I swear when I get my hands on that…….”

He didn’t finish that sentence, he should have but he didn’t. He was too angry to say it. He was putting his daughter through hell as well as Shawn. 

Turning around he leant against a storage box. The match to his knowledge didn’t get that much more interesting, he didn’t know he was facing his daughters lover, and he still wasn’t really sure why Elisha was coming out with him.

Thought were running through Elisha’s mind at this point. What was going to happen out there? What if something happens to either of them? What is John beats Shawn? What if Shawn beats John? She needed to stop worrying.

“Whatever happens out there John, I’m sorry”

Yunalesca - 1-5-2006 at 04:52 AM
When John Cena’s music hit, the crowd was split half and half. Many cheered, even screamed, but others booed, aggravated he’d had the audacity to put down HBK like he did. Many were die hard Michaels fans and nothing the Doctor of Thuganomics said or did would change that.

Slowly the cheers and jeers receded as nobody appeared at the entrance. ‘The Time is Now’ cut out as it hit it’s end and still the Champion hadn’t appeared. Lillian Garcia turned to the timekeeper and shook her head in confusion. The ref held a finger to his ear as he got a transmission. Nodding his head, he leaned in to Lillian and talked in her ear. She frowned slightly and brought the mic to her lips.

“Ladies and gentlemen we’ve just received word from the Chairman, Mr. Vince McMahon, that seeing how the Champion John Cena has failed to appear for his match, this match will be turned over to Shawn Michaels as…”

Lillian was cut off by the instant blare of ‘The Time is Now’ from the speakers and John Cena finally emerged from the back. He was in a far better mood than earlier and even pointed to the crowd and showed off his belt. The camera’s flashed and now the feminine screams rose high in the Champs ears. Even the boos couldn’t wipe the satisfied grin that covered his face. McMahon may have stuck it to him recently, but tonight he was going to nail him right back. He’d gone and done one thing the Boss wouldn’t even expect. Few ventured as far as he had and surely the head McMahon wouldn’t expect John to pull such a stunt. It was probably career suicide, but his career was already sapping away to the man’s will.

“Can I borrow this?” John asked Lillian politely before she nodded and handed him her microphone. “I’m not going to stand out here and explain myself. Alls I have to say is that Vince, you’re going to get a little surprise after the match. Whether I win or lose, I’m going to give you a thank you gift. You really opened my eyes, you see. It was a nice trick, by the way, how you beat two of my friends down inadvertently,” Cena forced out a chuckle to keep his act going. “It made me think and I realized that I should be thanking you. As for Shawn, well Shawn doesn’t get an apology. I’m sure you understand, Boss. If someone kicked you in the face, I don’t believe you’d be forgiving them either. So why don’t we end this whole charade, get on with the match and get it over with so you can get your…Gift. Come on Shawn; get your ass out here!” John gave Lillian back her microphone, handed his belt to the ref and pulled his shirt off before tossing it into the crowd. Oh yeah, Vince was going to love his present.

[OOC: Sorry that took so long to post. Long week sleep.gif]

dirty.angel - 1-5-2006 at 06:16 PM
“ Ah ,Ah ,Ah, Ah I think I’m cute….”


Shawn’s music hit and if you’d seen him backstage you would have known that he didn’t want to go out there with Elisha. He wanted her to stay backstage and keep safe. But he had no choice.

As he walked through the curtains he did his little jig as per usual. He waited down the bottom of the ramp for Elisha, he knew there was no going back now. And as if on cue out came Elisha, looking as if she wasn’t even injured. 

She ran down and met her father at the bottom and gave him a few encouraging words. It had seemed that since Elisha had appeared the crowds had gotten louder and were cheering for Shawn. 

He finished his little jig in the ring and threw his top into the crowd. All fun had been put aside. This was business.

As the bell rang Shawn immediately went into a lock up with John. Shawn was the smaller man out of the two but it didn’t mean he couldn’t match John’s strength.

Halfway through the match both men were tiring out. It had been a long, hard fought match but neither man was going to give up. Shawn had just hit John with a clothesline, usually the beginning of his finishing combo.

As Shawn looked around he saw nothing but opportunity. John was down and so was the referee. As he smirked to himself, that smirk that you didn’t see very often appeared. He turned around and looked at Elisha.
“ Elisha get a chair” he yelled
“ But…dad…do you…?” she asked
“ Just get the god damn chair” he yelled once more

A little scared at how he was yelling at her Elisha did exactly as she was asked and ran round to grab a chair. Sure she didn’t want Shawn to use it, and she sure as hell didn’t want him to use it on John. 

Soon she felt her hands release the cold steel chair into the ring. Sure she saw the referee coming to, but she said nothing. She was having no other part in helping her father win by cheating. So she watched. 

Shawn grabbed the chair as Elisha slid into the ring and just waited. He waited for John to get back to his feet so he could knock him down again.

“ Come on Champ get your ass up” Shawn yelled. 

Shawn hadn’t felt like he did in ages. Last time he felt like this was a long time ago, a time he chose to forget on the inside but on the outside it looked like he was having the time of his life.

“ Come on John” he taunted not even realising the referee was almost to his feet.

Yunalesca - 5-5-2006 at 09:11 AM
John was in somewhat of a daze from Shawn controlling the match thus far. He wasn’t going to admit he was nearly exhausted now, but he was. He’d recently caught the flu, though he was over it now, it was still taking a toll on his stamina. Cena heard Shawn’s taunts, but they came to his ears as mere fragmented words. Before he rose, he peered up and caught a flash of blue which could only be a chair. He didn’t rise like Shawn told him to, having understood his intentions, but hit him with an elbow to the face with a quick burst of energy. Shawn went down, chair flying out of his hands as the ref finally came back around. John had fallen to his knees in exhaustion, eyes locking with Elisha’s. She shouldn’t be here; he’d have to end this quick. With a final spurt of energy from adrenaline, he pulled Shawn onto his shoulders, setting him up for the finisher. John looked out across the crowd and fed off their enthusiasm. He dropped his opponent to the mat and quickly covered him. Upon getting the three count, John called for a mic.


“Hey Vince…” Cena huffed into the mic as he pulled himself up with the ropes. “I promised you a surprise, wanna know what it is? First, let me ask you this…Have you seen Shane?” John’s features were intense as the crowd hushed once more, trying to decipher his meaning. Almost instantly the Chairman’s music hit the arena’s speakers and the boss appeared at the top of the entrance ramp.

“What are you playing at, champ? Are you trying to intimidate me by…”

“Shut your mouth and watch the screen.” Cena growled at the boss. The Chairman sported a look of utter embarrassment if not fright at Cena’s orders. Not wanting to allow the champ to see him so out of McMahon character, he turned and looked up at the tron.

The screen blacked out on the ring and then flared to life again. It appeared the recording was taking place in the boiler room of the arena as pipes lined the walls and the light was rather dim. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until the camera honed in on a gagged and bound body. Moving closer, the person was finally recognized as the Chairman’s son, Shane McMahon.

“Shane!” The boss yelled, but Cena cut him off.

“He can’t hear you, Vince. That’s why I almost didn’t make it out here. I had a little visit to pay to that fruit-of-your-loins. You see, I was pretty damn pissed off when you put two of my best friends in matches that you knew they wouldn’t walk out of without some help. Hell, thanks to you, one of them is on her way to the hospital! I don’t condone your actions, McMahon, and it was high time you got what was coming to you. The moment I saw your son walking down the hall acting high and mighty like his father, I knew what had to be done. He didn’t feel a thing really. For being a McMahon, he sure as hell didn’t need to take a lot before he was knocked out. No, he’ll be fine, nothings broken. Just one thing McMahon…” John turned to Elisha, locking eyes, trying to send her a telepathic message of ‘be ready’. “You want your son, you’ll have to get him!”

John instantly dropped the microphone and slid out of the ring. He grabbed his belt from the timekeeping table and grabbed Elisha’s arm, gently but firmly. “I think it’s time we go, darlin’.” He said in her ear.

Normally Cena wouldn’t hightail it like he was planning, but with a pissed off McMahon on your tail, you don’t want to stick around. He’d much rather face the wrath on Sunday rather than now when he had a force of security backing him. Sure, he’d have a plan to ensnare the Champ on Sunday, but John would be better prepared. Now he was exhausted and wasn’t positive in his ability to fend off ten security guards, let alone the possibility of the entire locker room if McMahon decided they had to take him down. No, he had to run now…

{OOC:Hope this works. I know that John and Vince seem kind of out of character, but I tried...}

dirty.angel - 5-5-2006 at 09:46 PM
Elisha looked over at Shawn who was now laying on the mat in a daze. Thinking that the main event was finished and RAW was ending, she was about to begin sliding into the ring to help out Shawn but she stopped. She stopped as soon as John called for a mike. This couldn’t have been good. Especially considering earlier tonight she knew that what John was about to do was probably the worst decision he could make.

As the arena fell silent Elisha watched with as much intensity that was shown on John’s face. Her grip was getting tighter on the apron at every word John spoke. What had he done? Obviously something that was going to piss off the chairman a lot.

As soon as she heard him say something about Shane she knew that whatever he’d done was very serious. So when the screen blacked out Elisha like the rest of the arena watched the Titan tron. When she saw what was on the screen her jaw dropped. It would seem that John’s thug side was beginning to show. 

Sure it concerned her about what he was doing; he was practically killing his career slowly. But he was standing up for himself, Trish, Elisha and every other superstar backstage.

When John locked eyes with Elisha she tried to understand what he was trying to tell her, but she just couldn’t get what he was telling her. But she knew it was something, something important.

So when John slid out of the ring she thought it was over and he was heading backstage like every other Superstar would, but she was wrong. When he walked over to her and grabbed her arm, she looked up at him, finally understanding what he was trying to tell her before.

“ I think it is too” she smiled softly

And in a few small steps Elisha was over the barrier and walking through the crowd. She didn’t particularly fancy bumping into Vince McMahon and his security guard friends. 

She kept hold of John’s hand as she headed further and further away from the ring. Every few moments she’d turn around to see what was happening in the ring. Making sure that her dad was okay and by the way it looked he was fine and she was about to get into deep trouble.

“ Elisha Rebecca Michaels” she heard blasting through the arena. 

She immediately stopped dead in her tracks and turned around through the see of people she could see her father, standing in the middle of the ring looking like his head was going to explode. She felt behind her for John’s other hand. She found it and squeezed in tightly for a few seconds before letting go.

“ I don’t care if that thug John Cena is your friend, your not going anywhere with him. I’m your father. You need to get back over this side of the barrier” he bellowed into the microphone.

What was she to do? She could see up the top of the ramp was Mr. McMahon killing himself with laughter, and then there was John. She could feel him behind her and she knew he’d always be there for her, and right now he needed him to help her out. 

“ Elisha don’t make me come and get you” Shawn said into the microphone once more.

She turned to look at John for a few seconds then back to Shawn. Now what? She was torn between the two guys she loved. But what was she to do? Was she going to keep her relationship a secret, for the good of her relationship with her father or would she risk it all for the man she loved?

That’s when RAW cut out on TV. But that didn’t mean RAW was over. Slowly Elisha walked back towards the ring but stopped halfway before walking to the barrier. But she didn’t climb over it. She just politely asked for a microphone, which some random person gave her.

With a microphone in hand Elisha began slowly walking backwards, back towards John.

“ Hey Dad, if you want me…come get me” she said dropping the microphone and turning around walking back to John. With one last look back at her father a smirk appeared on her face, a smirk that everyone had seen before. Just on a different Michaels.

As she got close to John she smiled. Once she got close enough she pulled John close to her and kissed him, pulling away and smiled. “Now I think it’s time to go,” she whispered with that Elisha headed through a spectator door and towards backstage.


As Shawn watched Elisha he started to fume inside. Firstly, she didn’t talk to him like that and secondly she didn’t go around kissing thugs. But he didn’t go after her. If anything he would find her backstage and give her a good talking to. So he put down the microphone and headed back up the ramp.

Yunalesca - 6-5-2006 at 09:56 AM
John looked back at Shawn, not wanting to believe he’d just demanded his own daughter to come back. When she left him, the champ was torn as well. He didn’t want to separate her from her father, but he didn’t want to lose her to him either. The only thing that could’ve topped his surprise at her coming back to him was the feel of her lips against his; the feel of her tongue sliding into his mouth. He kissed her back, taking in the memory of her sweet taste once more.

“Agreed… Come on,” Cena took her hand and led her through the crowd. He didn’t want to stick around any longer than he had to. His stuff was together, so he could get in and out quickly. But would Elisha come with him? He knew her dad had to be fuming from the kiss and realization his little girl was dating his number one enemy. True, Cena was a thug, but nobody could seem to see him as a respectable man who loved her to the core. He would do anything for her. If he had to, he’d fight both RAW and Smackdown rosters for her.

Once backstage, John pulled her closer as he began to fast-walk down the corridor to the locker rooms. “If you’re coming with me, make it quick. Vince is bound to be on my tail any minute and no doubt your dad will look for some bloodshed at some point, if not back here,” he stopped for a second to look into her eyes and kiss her. “Now go,” he said softly before turning to run towards his locker room.

Unbeknownst to the boss, John wasn’t headed for his locker room. Before making his entrance to the ring, John had hid his bags in Chavo’s locker area, expecting McMahon to fall for the possibility of the champ being at his own locker room. It would make sense, but for once, John had outsmarted the boss. Actually, his tally was coming off strong. Two times he’d pulled a trick right under his nose and tonight, he’d get away safely and hopefully with Elisha.

Grabbing his duffel, he jammed his belt into it and began to jog towards the parking lot. He’d wait by the door for her. He wouldn’t dare venture out to his vehicle without Elisha. He would only go when everything was taken care of. He hadn’t even thought about where they were going. The champ hadn’t thought that far ahead yet, but once on the road it wouldn’t matter much to him. Anywhere would be perfect so long as Lil’ Michaels was by his side. Yeah, everything would be alright…

{OOC: Bleh, that was such a crap post on my part sleep.gif. I wasn't sure of your plans so I left it open ended for you.}

dirty.angel - 6-5-2006 at 12:37 PM
She looked around quickly once John had gone off to get his stuff. She didn’t know where to go or what to do. She was feeling so disorientated. But for some reason she jogged towards her locker room, to get her stuff together. It looked like Lil’ Michaels was going with John.

Once in her locker room she began to throw her stuff into her bag. She stopped suddenly, only had she just realised what she’d done. She looked around at the almost empty locker room continuing to hurriedly pack. As she slung her bag over her shoulder she stopped at the figure leaning against her doorframe.

“ Dad” he said slowly stopping a few steps away from him.
“ Are you dating him?” Shawn asked sounding rather angry.

Elisha wasn’t sure what to answer with, if she said yes, he’d go off his face at her and if she said no she’d be lying….
“ No...No I’m not” she answered back slowly
“ Then what the hell was all that about?” he asked 
“ It, it was just a way of getting back at you alright. After the way you’ve been acting the past couple of weeks and I just wanted to shove it right to you” she sighed looking intensely into Shawn’s eyes hoping he wouldn’t see through the lie.

“ Well you certainly did that” he paused walking in “ Look I’m sorry for everything” he said giving her a hug. It sounded like after hearing that Shawn was well a little less angry. Little did he know his little girl was lying to him.

Elisha let go of Shawn and smiled “ Look I gotta go” she smiled slowly walking to the doorway before turning back “ I love you Dad” she said turning back to look at him before leaving.

Once out of sight Elisha began jogging towards the parking lot. Had she just lied to her father? She had. And he’d bought it. It didn’t make her feel very good but it made her feel better knowing that he didn’t know the truth. Because she knew that if Shawn knew the truth, he’d be hurt.

Her eyes soon spotted John waiting for her at the entrance and she smiled upon reaching him. “ Hey” she said greeting him with a kiss. She took one quick look back at the corridor in case anyone was around, anyone like Vince McMahon to be exact.

Slowly she grabbed John’s hand and leading him out to his car. She quickly walked around to the passenger side and slipped into the car when he unlocked it.

She had to tell him, she did. She had to tell John that Shawn still didn’t know and that she’d lied to him.


Shawn watched the disappearing figure of Elisha down the hallway, a small smile on his face. Was he angry? Of course he was. His daughter had just gone and deliberately done something that made him extremely angry and then lied about it. Yes he did know she was lying. A parent always knew when their child was lying and now was no exception. True he had said that he believed her, and yes that was lying. But he just wanted to see how this would turn out.

Everybody had their secrets, and it looked like both Michaels did too…..

Yunalesca - 21-5-2006 at 12:52 PM
“Let’s get out of here before McMahon show up…” John put his rental into gear and left the parking lot. As he passed the cluster of cars, he noticed both Trish’ and Chavo’s vehicles were still parked in the lot, though interestingly, Mickie’s yellow Bug had disappeared. For the Canadian’s sanity, he hoped she hadn’t stalked her all the way to the hospital. She deserved some peace and not being hopped on by her psycho fan while recovering. She had a hard week ahead of her with the pay-per-view just around the corner.

The champ looked over at Elisha’s soft face and began to feel better. The rage and adrenaline wore off the moment he looked over at her beautiful skin. Everything about her was amazing and he felt fortunate he was with her. He could recall her tender kiss and taste, making him smile. Even though he was now his worst enemy, John had to give Shawn a hand for fathering such a fascinating woman. For that was what she was, a woman. Some of the locker room looked on the divas as trophies to be claimed, but not him. He had respect for them as individuals and was willing to work to win over their affections. 

“Wanna stop and get something to eat somewhere?” He asked her after being on the city roads for a while. After saying it, he thought better of it and figured that stopping probably wasn’t the best idea. Driving through would be a far better plan, but if Elisha wanted to go inside, he would. “Do you want me to drop you off at the hotel…?” He was going to add ‘or you want to stay with me’ but it sounded like he wanted to take advantage of her. That was the last thing he wanted. He would like her to come and see his house, but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. He had a few extra rooms or she could sleep on a pull out bed on his sofa if that was what she desired. He just wanted to be able to wake up and have her near. He didn’t want to leave her side…

dirty.angel - 21-5-2006 at 01:42 PM
She just smiled as John drove out of the parking lot. Her eyes quickly scanned the parking lot in the mirror. She sighed as she saw Trish and Chavo’s cars. God she hoped Trish was okay, she knew Trish was the best, but with what was going on at the moment Elisha had her doubts, and she knew Trish was having her own as well. 

“ Mickie better not be where I think she is” Elisha thought as she looked at the city lights. That was the last thing Trish needed and it may sound selfish but Elisha didn’t need it either. After what Mickie had threatened to do and after Elisha’s actions when RAW went off air she knew Mickie would be planning something, something bad.

Slightly startled by John’s voice she smiled and looked at him. “I’m not really hungry” she said before placing her head against the head rest of the seat. It was really getting to her, lying to Shawn. She didn’t know why. Maybe it was because she’d never really lied to him before. But it was getting to her, and it’s wasn’t a little white lie either it was one that could put a dent in their relationship for good.

Elisha thought for a moment. She wasn’t really sure if she wanted to go back to the hotel. After all she could bump into Vince, Shawn, Mickie anyone that could rip her head off. 

“ Could I stay with you?” she asked softly. 

She felt safe with John and she didn’t want to leave him at a time like this. Plus she just wanted to talk to him, laugh with him like they always did after a show, why should anything change because of what had happened in the course of the night. 


“ Ahh Shawn Michaels just the man I wanted to see” Vince McMahon said with an evil smirk on his face.
“ What do you want?” Shaw asked angrily turning around to face him
“ Well I just wanted to see if you were okay, after all your daughter did just kiss John Cena”
“ Vince, I know that’s why your not here. I’ve been in this business long enough to know that. So what the hell do you want?”
“ Your right Shawn” he paused “ I'm here to give you the heads up. Because this Sunday at pay-per-view John Cena’s going to feel the backlash of what he did to my son. He’s going to feel what I felt tonight. He may think he was being smart, but trust me he wasn’t. He’s shown me that he cares for one thing and one thing only and that’s your daughter Shawn” Vince said getting a little angry as he spoke
“ Don’t even go there Vince. She’s my daughter and I love her I can’t let you do that and you won’t do that” 
“ Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do Shawn. This Sunday John Cena is going to get his own little present. Which I dunno, may be Elisha, locked in a boiler room tied up with my lovely Shane beating the living hell out of her” he grinned at the thought of seeing John Cena’s face.

Shawn swallowed hard before lunging towards Vince and grabbing him. She yelled and screamed at him before feeling some security guards pull Shawn off Vince. 

“ You can’t do that Vince” he yelled through security guards, trying to get back to Vince so he could beat the living hell out of him. 

He watched as Vince walked away with the evil smirk Shawn had learned to hate. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let that happen. Elisha was his daughter and he’s do anything he could to stop The McMahon’s from hurting her. He couldn’t stand the thought of seeing her defenceless at the hands of Shane McMahon. It made him cringe.

In anger Shawn kicked the wall before heading towards his own locker room. He didn’t know what he was going to do but he had to stop Vince. He would do all he could for his little girl.

Yunalesca - 21-5-2006 at 02:27 PM
John was a little surprised by what Elisha had said as a response, but it was a pleasant surprise. He wouldn’t take advantage of her, but the thought of having her in his house was nice. He probably wouldn’t sleep much, despite his exhaustion. He’d stay up most of the remainder of the night just imagining her sleeping. Her beautiful face at ease and calm in the depths of her sleep. Just thinking about it now made him smile. You couldn’t help who you loved, but John was sure as hell happy that he’d happened to fall in love with Elisha, and it turn, her loving him back. Love was an amazing thing, a thing he’d experienced few times before. Now that he thought about it, there might’ve only been one real relationship where he’d loved someone before Elisha, but that love wasn’t really like this.

“Sure, it’s just a few miles up…” He replied back finally after his long chain of thoughts. He still remembered that last girlfriend and was glad it’d been broken off. They truly weren’t right for each other, being polar opposites. Given he hadn’t become a wrestler, it might’ve worked, but it was doubtful. At least here, Elisha understood how he felt about wrestling and how certain things involving the business would make him feel down. His previous girlfriend didn’t get it, so she left him. Her loss, his gain. He looked over at Elisha again and smiled.

Finally he neared his house and stopped before the high fence that barred the two story from the street. Nowadays he didn’t trust people and so therefore, had a high security system installed around his place. Leaning out his rolled down window, he punched in his security code and let the doors swing open. Lifting his foot off the brake and lightly pushing on the gas he pulled forward into the garage and heard the gates clank shut behind.


“Well, this is home…” John announced as he dropped his gear on the carpet upon entering the luxuriously decorated house. The carpet was a crème color, though you couldn’t really tell due to the soft red hue that emanated from lights at his counter in the kitchen. He found the color rather soothing and liked to see it when he arrived home. It always helped relax him after being pumped from a match. “There’s the couch, it pulls out into a bed, if you want to sleep down here…” He pointed to the leather sofa sitting off to the left, sitting a little ways back from a fireplace that jutted from the right wall. A glass coffee table sat between the couch and the rather large flat screen that suspended on the wall. The decorating wasn’t too extreme, only a few paintings hanging from the wall and some pictures, as John was more concerned with electronics and furniture. 

“Upstairs is this way if you’d like a room,” he explained shortly as he kicked off his shoes and started forwards to the spiral stairwell winding up to the second floor. It was an open stairwell that was painted black to match the couch and kitchen countertops. The only thing John hated about it was that it was cold steel which really woke up in the morning when you came down for breakfast.

He climbed slowly, letting Elisha look around if she wished. His feet were beginning to drag a little bit as the adrenaline shut down and his body told him it was time to sleep. He stifled a yawn as his feet finally touched the crème carpet of the upstairs hall.

“Pick any of the rooms you like. Each of ‘em has a different theme,” he shrugged slightly. “Trish told me it’d be a cool thing to do so I had her come in and design it. If that girl hadn’t been a wrestler, she’d be one helluva designer,” he scratched his head as he recalled her touring his house and saying what she’d do to liven it up. “The bathrooms at the end of the hall; should be everything you need in there. I keep extras of stuff…If you need me, my room’s right here,” he smiled at her, gesturing to his right. “I love you, Elisha…” He said at last before stumbling into his room. He didn’t want to sound rude, or act rude, but he figured it was time both of them laid down.

dirty.angel - 21-5-2006 at 03:34 PM
As Elisha looked at the house she was well shocked. His house was awesome. It was simple yet not so simple. She liked it. 

Slowly she dropped her duffle onto the floor and placed her shoes neatly next to it, making sure that she didn’t make any mess. Which was pretty hard considering she was far from a neat freak. She looked around some more in awe; it was definitely different to her apartment in Texas which consisted of a couch, TV, bed and a fridge. Nothing special, well nothing compared to this.

She followed John upstairs where she looked at the many rooms. As John spoke she laughed quietly to his remark about Trish. It was true Trish was one good designer, in fact she’d been bugging Elisha if she could look at her house. Elisha would’ve let her if she actually had a house and not a measly apartment which she shared with an old friend. 

Hearing John call goodnight she smiled. “ love you too” she called before heading back down the cold steel steps, to what looked like a very comfortable sofa. As she reached the bottom of the stairs she stubbed her toe on something. Silently she cursed and hopped all the way to the couch before looking at her toe and rolling her eyes at herself for being so pathetic.

As the room was silent she looked around before finding the downstairs bathroom and getting changed into some shorts and a singlet. Elisha pulled out the sofa and grabbed some blankets. Neatly she placed the cushions on the floor and grabbed her book and her black, rectangular framed reading glasses. 

She lay on the pull out bed and opened up her book and began to read. She was reading Scar Tissue Anthony Kiedis’ Autobiography. She sighed closing her book after a while and looking at the clock. It was late and she should probably have been sleeping, but she wasn’t really tired and she had so many things running through her mind.


After a while Shawn calmed down slightly. How the hell did McMahon expect him to sit back and watch him torment and torture his daughter? Maybe it was a test or something, but Shawn didn’t care this was his daughter Vince was talking about.

He stormed to his car still obviously in a very bad mood and got in before driving out of the parking lot angrily. He didn’t know where he was going, probably back to the hotel. It was pretty late and he needed to sleep, but he knew he probably wouldn’t considering everything that had happened. 

He pulled into the hotel parking lot and headed up to his room where he collapsed onto his bed and looked up at the ceiling before falling asleep.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 09:21 AM
Yunalesca - 22-5-2006 at 12:45 PM
John had passed out nearly as soon as he’d managed to don boxers and a night shirt. He hadn’t even bothered to cover himself under the comforter before his eyes closed from exhaustion. He’d easily gotten submersed in a dream which included Elisha. She was smiling at him, her blonde hair shimmering in the warm sunlight, but then she was swept away. John searched and searched for her, but all he could find were traces of Vince that he’d obviously left to eat away at the champ. It was a systematic breakdown of the Chain Gang Soldier. Vince wanted him out and one of the corporates in. For all John knew, it could be Triple H in the hot seat and Michaels was just a decoy to throw Cena off his game.

The champ woke with a start, feeling like he’d slept hours, but when he looked over at his clock, he realized it’d been only mere minutes since he’d said goodnight to Elisha. Elisha… his mind called her name. He rolled over onto his back and folded his hands behind his head. He stared up at the light colored ceiling, not really seeing it at all, but his beloved’s face instead. The light blue hue of a night light covered the walls and soothed his racing mind. He wanted to see her again…

Without thinking about it, John rose off his soft bed and slid out his door. His bare feet touched the cold steel and chased away the drowsiness that threatened to overtake again. Once he reached the bottom, warm carpet cushioning his feet once more, he realized that Elisha wasn’t even asleep yet, but seemingly staring off into space. He smiled a little before padding towards her.

“Still up? You should be asleep. You have to be hurting more than me…Want anything?” He questioned before moving to the fireplace and opening the glass doors. “A little cold down here…” He said more to himself than Elisha. Not wanting the girl to catch cold he began to light a fire. He, in fact, rarely used the fireplace and was glad he was now. It was after all, somewhat of a special occasion. The wood began to burn brightly, letting off immense warmth. Not wanting to get showered in sparks, John closed the ringlet fence just in front of the logs and kneeled beside Elisha, eyes transfixed on the fire momentarily before he looked up at her. She was more than beautiful as the flames flickered off her face, giving her a warm glow.

“You’re so beautiful…” He said aloud before rising up slightly and kissing her deeply. He let a hand come up to her neck and entwine in her silky hair while the other rested on her side.

dirty.angel - 22-5-2006 at 08:31 PM
Slightly startled at hearing John’s voice she nearly jumped out of her skin. Seeing him pad towards her all she could do was smile. He’d obviously been trying to sleep but had, had trouble shutting off his mind. Couldn’t blame him though, it’d been an interesting night to say the least.

“ I’m a little sore not to bad, I think the drugs are starting to wear off. Tomorrow I’ll hardly be able to move.” Elisha sighed slightly moving so she was comfortable. She watched once again when he moved towards the fire. She was a little cold but didn’t really want to touch anything, considering she was very clumsy and would’ve probably broken something. “ Yeah it’s a little cold but I didn’t want to touch anything” she laughed. A small jab of paint shot up her abdominal area but she ignored it. 

Her eyes wondered across the room following John, towards the fire. She watched the pretty redish, orange flames flicker light across John’s face, making the dimples in his face seem even cuter then usual. “ You know you really don’t have to worry about me, I really don’t want to be any….trouble” she ended up mumbling most of her sentence as she saw that John had already set the fire up and was walking back over to her.

Wow…even when he was half asleep he could kiss well. She closed her eyes and moved into the kiss, her hands wrapping around his shoulders softly, so she was comfortable. Slowly she broke away from the kiss and smiled. Her face not far from his, she could still feel his warm breathe against her skin and it sent a tingle up her spine. She moved her hand away from his shoulder and stroked his face lightly with her hand. She couldn’t help but smile when she looked into his beautifully coloured eyes. Every time she looked into his eyes she felt as if she was floating on air, well that and she felt like she was going to faint from looking at them. 

“ I love you John” she said softly, feeling slightly embarrassed about sounding like an idiot. She was practically speechless and when she did speak she sounded like a pathetic teenage girl. 

She’d never been in love before, sure she’d had many relationships but she’d never really been on love before. She’d been in lust though, a while back. She was in highschool and she’d fallen for the star quarter back. What could you say they had a good physical connection but they’d never had an emotional connection. He never understood her and vice versa. 

But with John it was different. She’d learnt to tell the difference between lust and love and she knew this was love. She didn’t know what it was about John but she’d been sweet on him ever since she’d met him a while back, but they’d both had busy schedules and hardly got time to catch up. If it hadn’t have been for Trish they both probably wouldn’t have been where they were at that point in time. 



Shawn was having the worst nights sleep he’d had in a while. He kept waking up, and all he could think about was Sunday and what Vince was going to do to his little girl. God he hadn’t felt this scared in a long time. He couldn’t stop thinking about seeing Elisha defenceless at the hands of a McMahon. It freaked him out bad. If only he could stop Vince, but well he knew that he couldn’t stop Vincent Kennedy McMahon. He knew he’d have to get through his group of security guards and then he’d have to get through his son Shane “Ass kisser” McMahon. Now that would be hard. And unfortunately Shawn knew he couldn’t stop it. No matter how hard he could try, he couldn’t stop it. And that’s what scared him. 

He’d always been able to protect his little girl from everything. He’d been able to protect her from danger, heat break and anything else that Elisha needed to be protected from. Every time but this time, a time when she really needed him and he needed her to be safe.

Yunalesca - 26-5-2006 at 12:56 PM
John rubbed the remains of sleep from his eyes as he pushed open the door to the locker area. An endless cycle of training, sleeping, and getting up to get to the arena. He was severely sleep deprived at this point in his career, but luckily there was some time released on his schedule thanks to the development department. They saw how drained her was and didn’t want to end his career short by neglecting to give him time off. Of course, that time off would mostly be spent on training or, now, Elisha. He smiled as he reminisced last Monday night when she’d stayed over. They hadn’t done anything, but her just being there was a nice feeling.

Upon reaching his locker room, John dropped his stuff and collapsed on the couch nearby. He’d hardly slept much over the week with house shows and autographing sessions taking up every time slot on his calendar. That and he’d recently gotten a touch of the stomach virus back, making him weak. He began to wonder if it was something more serious, but dismissed it almost immediately. If he complained once, they’d take him off the show in fear of burning him out like so many other wrestlers. He couldn’t stand to be away from his fans and Elisha. He’d just have to focus on her to prevent the drowsiness from sweeping over him. He opened his eyes from resting and pushed off the leather couch.

“Just want to get this over with…” He mumbled whilst rubbing his hand over his chiseled face. The doors didn’t even open to the fans for at least two hours. It was then he’d first begun to wonder about Trish’ condition. He hadn’t heard from her or Chavo for that matter, since Raw on Monday night. He assumed the Latino had ridden with her to the hospital, but had yet to see him or the Canadian at a house show. John knew her match tonight was probably going to be more dangerous than his own. She had injuries and was competing against a woman who would exploit that, use it to her advantage. Maybe being in her hometown tonight would give her momentum. Though he was concerned about his friend, he laughed slightly at the thought of whether she’d invite Chavo over or not.

“No Way Out…How fitting…” John mused before preparing for his match later.

{OOC:Yah, it's a really poopy post but I tried >.<}

dirty.angel - 26-5-2006 at 03:02 PM
Elisha pulled up to the arena in her rental and soon appeared in the almost empty parking lot. She was tired after the busy week she’d had with house shows, signings and appearances. But Lil’ Michaels didn’t let it show, even if she was hurting. She wasn’t sleep deprived as such she just didn’t have the energy she had a week ago. This had to have been her busy and most stressful week so far. Elisha’s injury had seemingly been getting worse before it was going to get better. It was the house show a couple of nights before that she felt the extent of her injury. She was wrestling against Candice when she went to the top rope before being thrown off. Though you didn’t hear Elisha whine or complain she kept her injuries to herself. But sadly much like her father used to be Elisha was on large amounts of painkillers, so she could actually wrestle to her best ability. 

She swept her blonde hair out of her face as she walked down the corridor to view the match card. She didn’t know what type of match her match was going to be, all she knew was she was facing Torrie Wilson and Mr. McMahon was deciding her fate, which Elisha knew would not work in her favour. Upon eyeing the match card Elisha groaned in frustration. “Bra and Panties Steel Cage match….great” she muttered sarcastically before moving off to her locker room. 

Luckily Elisha’s match was first on the card which meant that after her match she’d be able to cool down, get changed and watch Trish’s match and Shawn and John’s match. She was looking forward to both matches; she just hoped Trish was okay. She hadn’t heard anything from the Diva all week and was beginning to worry. Little did Elisha know she wouldn't get time to sit down and watch the Mainevent, she didn’t know Mr. McMahon had put her in the first match for a reason, reasons unbeknownst to her.

As the door to her locker room creaked open she walked in and quietly shut the door behind her. Her eyes darted slowly around the empty locker room. She didn’t really know what to do first. She wasn’t sure if she should get ready for her match or go find Trish. Hesitantly Elisa began to search through her duffle bag for something to wear for her match. Luckily she’d packed for every type of match. 

Deciding on a pair of black bra and panties and army cargo pants with a black t-shirt which was cut short and tied at the back plus a black studded belt, she went into the bathroom and quickly got changed. She didn’t even begin to lace up her boots yet. Instead she went and sat down on the couch and took out a box of painkillers from her bag. Slowly untwisting the lid of her bottle of water she popped the tiny white pills in her mouth and took a drink swallowing them whole. That was her second dosage for the day and right on time. She swore to herself that she’d stick to what the box said, she didn’t want to do what her father did a long time back and become addicted to painkillers. She’d seen first hand what it did to him and what it could do to her.

Finally Elisha finished lacing up her boots and decided it was time to go mingle with some of the superstars. Hopefully she’d bump into Trish, which was if Trish had even arrived yet. But she knew that one superstar was definitely here. She’d seen his car in the parking lot. Of course she was looking forward to seeing him. They hadn’t really had a lot of time to catch up, considering both had pretty busy schedules that week. So quickly she headed down the corridor to where she thought his locker room would be. And she was right, she’d stopped right in front of the door which read “ John Cena” on it. She gave a soft smile and knocked. 

“ Please don’t be sleeping” she muttered quietly to herself. 



Shawn Michaels had arrived earlier then any other superstar. He wanted to try one last time to try and convince Mr. McMahon that what he was going to do to Shawn’s daughter was not only wrong but was distasteful and disgraceful. He knew that it would probably have no affect on Mr. McMahon but it was worth a try.

As Shawn Michaels walked out of Vince McMahon’s office he was incredibly angry. For one he hadn’t been able to change Vince’s mind and for two he was surrounded by security guards once again. This time McMahon wanted to make sure that Shawn wasn’t going to ruin his plan, so he’d ordered all the security guards to make sure Shawn stayed in his locker room until he was called for his match. Now wouldn’t you be angry.

He sat in his locker room boredly. He wasn’t allowed to go out and talk to anyone nor was anyone allowed to come in and talk to him. He felt like a little kid being banished to his room. He was beginning to get ready for his match already, he couldn’t see the point of not doing anything in his locker room so he’d begun to get changed and stretch for his match. It sucked not being able to go anywhere, he’d wanted to talk to Elisha about her match and warn her about what was going to happen. But it had seemed that Vince was one step ahead of Shawn and that was very unfortunate.

Shawn was dreading the time when he would see Elisha on screen having the holy hell beaten out of her by Shane. He was simply dreading it. And now there was no way he could stop either McMahon’s. He’d just have to sit and watch.

Yunalesca - 29-5-2006 at 03:31 AM
John yawned after slipping on a pair of jean shorts over his green boxers, slipping a black belt loosely through the loops. He was still shirtless, not wanting to take time to choose when he still had so much time before his match. Thankfully he could sleep longer tonight, for tomorrow night RAW was still going to be in Toronto. One of the luxuries of pay-per-views, the next day RAW was usually in the same town. This also made him even more thankful he’d made to transfer to the dominant brand. Smackdown would never be in the same place night after night. Now that he thought about it, he’d been more exhausted over there…

Hearing a knock, John rubbed his face of drowsiness once more and silently walked over to open the door. He had to stifle another yawn when the door creaked open and Elisha’s youthful face stood just before him. It was a rather pleasant surprise and he couldn’t help but smile. “Elisha…Didn’t expect you to be here so early…Come in…” He offered with a gesture. He gently closed the door behind her and yawned, though he’d tried to prevent it. There were bags under his eyes and would have to go to the make-up artist later to get them covered. The last thing he wanted McMahon to see was his body wearing down. It’d be the opening the boss would look for and surely take.

“Want something to drink? We could go get something down in the lobby…” He felt a little odd today and it was showing through in his speech. Usually he was pretty easy to communicate with and was a smooth talker, but today he found it hard to find the words to say. His thoughts were in fragments and he was mainly focused on getting the day over with and sleep again.

[It's short, but I have to wait for _darth to get the Trish bit in =_=]

dirty.angel - 29-5-2006 at 03:15 PM
As she saw the door open, she wasn’t surprised to see a very drained WWE Champion standing before her. None the less she stepped inside his locker room to talk to him. “Nah I’m not really hungry, and I’ve gotta head to make up and talk to dad and stuff. I just thought I’d come and talk to you in case I don’t see you tonight” she said smiling. Elisha had no idea about her dad’s situation, she hadn’t seen him all week, well she hadn’t really spoken to him since their encounter last week, well she was actually avoiding him.


She hadn’t seen John this drained before and really she didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t being himself, usually she could have just ambled in and casually spoken to him. But there was something wrong, like he was worried about something. Elisha wasn’t sure what was up but he wasn’t his usual laid back self he wasn’t being the smooth talker that he usually was. 

Elisha sat on the sofa and crossed her legs “ Anyway I didn’t get to thank you properly for letting me stay at your place last week” she said with a soft smile. Even though she wouldn’t be able to make him magically energetic maybe she could wake him up a little. As John sat next to her she smiled and pulled him close, slowly and passionately before pulling away and standing up.

“ Anyway I’ve gotta head to make up so I’ll see ya around” she said giving a playful smile and wink she creaked open the door and left. There really wasn’t much point in staying when she had to go do things and he was really tired and probably wanted to sleep.

Elisha headed down the corridor and went into make up. Soon enough she came out looking better then ever. She had her hair straightened and it sat nicely. She practically skipped up the hall to her dad’s locker room where she stopped seeing his locker room surrounded by security guards. 

“ Dad what’s going on?” she yelled over the sea of security guards

Shawn heard Elisha’s voice and he ran to the door. He tried to open the door but something was stopping him. Something called a security guard.

“ Just don’t worry Elisha, I can’t explain it. Just be careful tonight and watch your back okay” he yelled loudly trying to push the security guard out of his way but it didn’t seem to work. He didn’t want to waste his energy but he so badly wanted to speak to Elisha. He was worried, even though he knew Elisha would be fine after a while but it was in the moment that he was most worried about. He was worried how she’d handle herself through the ordeal and moments after.

“ But…fine ….Dad, I’ll talk to you later” she yelled getting pushed away by a security guard. “ Yeah yeah I’m going” she muttered heading back to her locker room.


Shawn wasn’t going to forget tonight, no one would and tomorrow on RAW he was going to tell Vince McMahon to….Suck it.

Yunalesca - 30-5-2006 at 04:04 AM
“Alright, just be careful tonight…” John got out before she shut the door behind her. She had sensed his change in personality, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He needed to get up and shake his drowsiness off. He dug through his bag and pulled out a small plastic container with a few pink pills in it. He’d been taking them for his stomach flu and he now read that there was a drowsy side effect. If he’d taken more time to actually read labels he probably wouldn’t be so screwed up at the moment. But then it was also McMahon who’d gotten him the prescription so it was more than likely another way for him to tear down the champ piece by piece.



Trish Stratus arrived to the arena, face patched just above the brow where her stitches were and around the hairline. Her concussion had gone away by now, but she was still a little woozy. She hadn’t even been aloud to drive tonight so she’d taken a cab.

Pulling her bags out of the back seat she paid the driver and limped slightly towards the entrance to the locker room area. She had a firm brace on her knee to prevent further injury. Thankfully, as far as she still knew, her match was just a singles with no interference or weapons. Were she to compete in anything else she’d have a broken leg, the surgeon had assured. He wanted her in for some reconstructive surgery, but if she took it easy she could put it off for a year. That was highly unlikely with the rate the boss was going on power trips. It was dangerous to be a friend of Cena these days, but she’d stick through. She took to him from the moment he’d joined the RAW roster. He was flamboyant and funny. It was almost like having a brother…

“What the hell…” She voiced as she neared Shawn Michaels’ locker room, currently surrounded by security guards. “What’s going on?” Trish asked one of the larger ones whose arms were firmly crossed and blocked the door.

“Boss’ order, Shawn isn’t to come out until his match…”

“Any chance I could sneak in for a moment…” Trish had dropped her bags and was running a finger down the big mans chest. Even slightly crippled she could still use her womanly wiles to get what she wanted. She currently wanted to get a chance to communicate with the elder Michaels’ even though she still loathed him slightly for taking on the Champ. He was still Elisha’s father and the Women’s Champ knew that he must know something. Despite her injuries, she would do all she could to protect her friend. She’d already lost Ashley to injury and didn’t know when she’d be back. She wasn’t about to lose another one. She needed someone around to keep her sane, especially with the Mickie situation.

“I think Mr. McMahon can trust me…I used to be one of his secretaries…you know…” Trish smiled warmly at the security guard. Inside she was gagging at the memories. She still couldn’t believe she’d stooped so low…

dirty.angel - 30-5-2006 at 12:58 PM
Shawn gave up and walked back over to his bench and sat. Knee’s up with yet another bottle of water in his hand. He eyed the security guard angrily. There had to be a way to get past that stupid muscle standing at his locker room door. Now Shawn wasn’t in to hurting innocent people. Inside Shawn’s head he was contemplating whether or not he should just throw a couple of hard punches at the security guard. Really he didn’t care if Vince made his life even worse; he just wanted to set his mind at ease. If he told Elisha what was happening he knew that she’d be careful and wouldn’t do anything stupid but if he didn’t he knew she’d be in trouble.

Hearing yet another female voice he headed to the door again this time he pushed the security guard out of his way and opened the door to see Trish.

“ Ugh, Hi Trish” he smiled lightly still being surrounded by security guards. Obviously they weren’t going to let him out of his room. “ What’s up?” he asked.

Trish didn’t look her best to tell the truth. Shawn had never seen a Diva so beaten up before. But he had to give the girl credit she was still wrestling. Most Diva’s would have given up after the first year, but not Trish. Even as a superstar Shawn admired Trish after everything she’d been through and she was still the best Diva the WWE had ever seen.

It was obvious that Trish wanted to speak to him about something. And he knew it wasn’t going to be about the coffee backstage, he knew this wouldn’t be one of those conversations where the two would be laughing it would be a serious conversation. That was if the two would even be able to talk considering the numerous amount of security guards or has Shawn liked to call them the ‘ Vince McMahon Posse’ 

He knew Trish wouldn’t have seen the happenings of last week, so she wouldn’t understand why Shawn was in the position he was in. But he looked at Trish trying to tell her in his face what was going on. Instead of seeing Shawn Michaels the WWE superstar, you saw Shawn Michaels the Father.



Elisha felt like screaming in anger. It wasn’t just Cena’s life McMahon was making hell. He was making hers hell as well. He’d banned her from seeing her father; he’d made sure that she probably wouldn’t even walk out of tonight alive. She didn’t know how to react. She wasn’t sure if she should go talk to Vince himself or if she should just shut herself in her locker room and not come out until she was called. 

She was a fair way up the corridor now and hadn’t even noticed Trish was at the end talking to her Dad. She was more focused on punching the wall which she had done moments before. 

Elisha approached her locker room and opened the door angrily. She screamed angrily in frustration when she shut her locker room door. If Vince McMahon was trying to make a point he sure had done it. But that wasn’t to say that Elisha was going to give him what he wanted. He wanted Elisha Michaels to crumble, that was something she refused to do. She wasn’t going to sit back and watch Vince McMahon make a mockery out of her family.

Her eyes were now filled with anger as she kept thinking about it. Now if she was ever hurting through a match she wasn’t going to lie down and roll around in pain. Instead she was going to fight through the pain, no matter how much it hurt. Just to prove McMahon wasn’t getting to her.

_darth - 1-6-2006 at 12:42 PM
Chavo Guerrero was a wreck. 

It was No Way Out already, and he, along with about half the RAW roster, was far from ready.

The Latino Superstar wasn't even on the card tonight, and yet he was in the men's locker room, pacing the hallways furiously.

"The man's insane...muy loco! What the hell is McMahon thinking? No. He's not thinking. Victoria is going to kill her. She's not ready! Those damn doctors...probably all in Vince's pocket."

Chavo was muttering under his breath as he paced, working himself into a furvor and finally slamming himself against the wall, punching the solid brick and lowering his forehead to its cool surface. 

Trish...

It was so different, being this way. Most would say he was in love...something quite uncharacteristic of a Guerrero. It was definitely not normal, being so torn as he was over a single woman. The mental agony he was battling was indeed over the Women's Champion. The....what was it, concern? he felt was rather new to him, but hurt like hell nevertheless. He finally slumped to the ground, forcing himself to calm down.

Get a hold of yourself. You're a Guerrero, not some bitchin' crybaby like Edge.

Despite his inner turmoil, he had to smirk at his last thought. The last time Chavo had seen the 'Rated R Superstar', he was getting his ass handed to him by Kane. Then when he didn't get 'his' title shot, he'd gone out and whined to Vince. It hadn't done him any good, of course. It never did.

Chavo himself had thought of going to the boss, trying to reason with him...but the thought quickly passed. There was no talking with that man. He was a monster. A monster bent of destroying Chavo's friends.

Growling in sheer frustration, Chavo punched at the wall again, lashing out. He eventually got himself under control...somewhat.

Just sitting here isn't helping.

He told himself firmly. Perhaps if he saw her...if he knew, at least for now, that she was okay. Nodding to himself, the Latino rose, padding steadily towards the women's locker rooms.

[OoC]Murr. Forgive this crap-tastic-ness. It's been a long time since I've posted. Sorry...[/OoC]

Yunalesca - 4-6-2006 at 01:24 PM
Trish continued to eye the big man, hoping his hard exterior would crumble and he would permit her to enter the Heartbreak Kid’s locker room. Maybe if she could convince the security guards she was there on behalf of McMahon…No, she didn’t know how extent their knowledge was and if they knew about how the boss had begun to destroy her as well. Why would they believe she was sided with the man who had her injured in the first place?

“Oh I assure you…I mean no harm to any of you. Mr. McMahon sent me personally you know. He wanted me to get Shawn…Motivated…” Trish flashed a grin and a strange glint hovered in her eyes. She’d just told one hell of a lie, but if she could just make them believe…

“Just a few minutes. Even if the boss authorized it, you could turn on him…” The large security guards waved the others away and permitted the Women’s Champion entry to the Showstoppers locker room. She smiled at him with a look of venomous intent before closing the door softly behind her.

“I’ve only got a few minutes, talk. What the hell does McMahon have planned for ‘Lisha tonight?” Trish whispered urgently, moving away from the door. “I can get help…But I need to know what to expect. Don’t even start Shawn, she’s got more worries than me tonight. She’s your daughter, seemingly involved with the champ, and is in a mysterious match-up tonight. You can’t tell me that Vince is just doing this for show. You’ve been around here longer than I have, but it didn’t take me long to know how sadistic he can be once he gets a grudge. Look at me, 5 years after making a fool out of him and he’s still got it out for me. Now tell me what the hell is going on.” She demanded.


John, upon finally deciding to wake up rather than nap, wandered the hall alone for some time before coming across the catered dining room. He ambled in and saw nobody else around. He must be early, for usually Big or Vis were occupying the food cart. It appeared to be some rather expensive catering this time, for there were the little iced cakes and crème puffs where usually sat chips or colas. But then, it was also a pay-per-view or maybe the McMahon’s were planning on partying a little afterward. He could see a vacant wine cart off in the corner and figured it would be escorted to the McMahon skybox later. John didn’t care for wine at the moment anyhow.

The smell of coffee permeated his drowsy mind and made him shuffle his tired feet towards the hot coffee maker. It steamed from the making of fresh coffee for the early arrivals like him. The dark liquid let off a sweet aroma as the champ poured some into a mug that had been in a stack just a moment before. This time he didn’t add condiments, but let it simmer black. Slowly he raised it to his lips, smelling the richness of it. Before he could take a sip he felt a pain in his gut and keeled over, the mug shattering and the hot liquid seeping into the burgundy carpet. John grasped at the white linen covering the table before collapsing fully and blacking out. The stomach virus hadn’t given way just yet and was fighting back with renewed fury.

dirty.angel - 4-6-2006 at 02:53 PM
Seeing Trish enter Shawn was slightly surprised. He would’ve thought the security guards had more brains then that. Wait no he didn’t. He gave a small chuckle as that thought ran through his head. But soon enough he was bombarded with questions from Trish and it sort of freaked him out. Slowly he backed away from Trish and sat on the bench. He rested her arms on his legs and looked up at her.

“ Well if you actually let me speak I’ll try and explain it to you” he whispered as he looked down at his feet which were becoming seemingly more interesting by the minute.

By the tone of voice Trish was using he knew that he should tell her. He could tell Trish cared for Elisha and obviously wanted to help, he didn’t know if it was a good idea to tell Trish, it could get her into serious trouble. But he had to risk it, for Elisha’s sake.

“ Last Monday, Vince made Elisha come to the ring with me, I didn’t want her to come down, trust me I knew how injured she was, but she came down. After the match John called Vince out again and said he had a present for him. It was Shane, bound and gagged in the boiler room. But it didn’t end there Cena hightailed with Elisha and then things got all messy” he paused and he took another breathe as he looked back up at Trish “ Anyway, after all that happened I spoke to Elisha backstage and we sorted everything out. By the way she isn’t dating Cena she told me that. Anyway back to what I was saying after John and Elisha left Vince came and spoke to me saying John had shown a weakness. That weakness being Elisha, he also told me Cena was going to feel the backlash of what he did to Shane. And I quote “ It may be Elisha tied up in a boiler room with my lovely son Shane beating the holy hell out of her” so naturally I tried to get Vince to change is mind and now here I am confined to my locker room for the next god knows how long” 

Finally as Shawn finished speaking he was looking up at Trish as was practically ready to burst out of his locker room and go find Elisha just to give her a hug. That’s mainly all he wanted to do, he wanted to hug her and just tell her that no matter what he’d be there.

When he stood up he faced Trish his eyes pleading with her to tell someone or do something. If he couldn’t do something he knew Trish would be able to help. Well that was if no one told Vince that she’d been in his locker room. 



Elisha was soon walking down the corridor to the catering area. She’d spoken to Ashley moments before and had said that she’d meet her down near catering for a coffee. She was in a slightly better mood then before, she’d calmed down slightly. But before she knew it her mind was frantic once more. She’d just entered catering and there was John out cold on the floor.

“ Shit…..”

Quickly she jogged over to him and knelt down beside him. She looked at John, he looked slightly pale and not well. She really didn’t know what to do. Luckily she knew he wasn’t dead, Elisha wasn’t that stupid but of course she didn’t really know how to wake him up. She scratched her head for a moment and heard him groan. That soft groan made Elisha sigh in relief.

“ John can you hear me?” she asked hopeful

She wore a worried look on her face. She knew John was a little run down and what not but she didn’t think he was this run down. Mind you Elisha didn’t know that he was sick, she just thought he was tired. Mind you if he’d told her he wasn’t 100% Elisha would’ve been even more worried about him wrestling tonight. 

“ I’m defiantly going to need a drink after tonight” she murmured as her eyes pleaded with John’s almost lifeless face to give her a sign that he was okay.

Yunalesca - 4-6-2006 at 03:55 PM
Trish sighed and turned away after what Shawn had told her. It seemed McMahon had some momentum and everything was beginning to snowball. Surely all of them would be caught in his snare soon. He hadn’t gone on such a rampage since the Stone Cold era…Or since the Rock. They’d been smart to refrain from alliances so people wouldn’t get hurt, but it was too late for that. Trish was a fierce friend of both John and Elisha, she wouldn’t back out now. The only person in the box who didn’t have bad blood with McMahon was Chavo. She had doubts that he would back out either.

“I think I can get something set up. I’ve got a friend…He hasn’t been featured recently, but he’s still around. I think he’d be willing to watch ‘Lisha’s back if you want him to.” Trish commented while thinking that maybe it was time for them to band together. It was time to fight the McMahons…



John hardly heard anything that was going on once he’d hit the floor. He was aware of another close by, but the words spoken were hardly comprehensible. They were feminine, clearly, but that could only mean two people. He made a safe bet that it was Elisha, for he didn’t know of Trish arriving yet. In his unconsciousness, he reached for her angelic voice. She could pull him from the solitude he was feeling…

“Lisha…I don’t feel so good…” He whispered, not knowing how. He could not yet open his eyes. At that moment in time, it felt like the world had it in for him. Being a champion left you a marked man…or woman; especially if you were the top dog. He’d yearned to be at the top of the mountain for so long, now he realized just how hard it was. Night in and night out he was left broken in some way, whether it be spirit or physical. He was wearing down and didn’t know how much longer he could handle the challengers. He wouldn’t admit or show it, of course, but that didn’t stop him from feeling it. He was ready for a rest period, but knew it’d never come now. He’d have to rely on his friends for support. He wouldn’t be able to win this fight alone.

dirty.angel - 5-6-2006 at 07:17 PM
Shawn just gave a soft nod “ If I want him to? Trish I just want my little girl to be safe okay” he watched Trish’s facial features as he snapped at her “ Sorry I didn’t mean t snap it’s just all this is getting to me. I didn’t want to turn on John, really I didn’t and I definitely didn’t want Elisha to get caught up in my mess” he sighed “ This is all my fault. Trish…how are we gonna stop him?” he asked her.

Shawn had tried to stop Vince and look where it got him. It got him no where, in fact it got him locked in his locker room. He thought he was doing the right thing when he told Vince to famously ‘ get over it’ he was living in the past and he wanted to make the past into the present. It was quite ironic the man who used to the commissioner was now considered to be Vince McMahon’s biggest thorn in his side.

“ Listen you better go before you get into trouble” Shawn said standing and opening the door. He’d figured what Trish had said to get in his actual locker room. As he opened the door he saw the security guards just standing there as usual. “ Well, thanks for the…ugh…those very motivating words Trish” he said with a grinning smile and a wink. Just hoping she’d catch on



Elisha rolled her eyes “ Well you think John” she laughed nervously

She wasn’t sure if she should help him up or anything. She was scared, she knew he could hear her but he could hardly open his eyes. “ Come on John sweetie open your eyes” she muttered. She lifted his head slightly and put her jumper from around her waist under his head. She sat down on the ground and crossed her legs and just watched him once more. She watched as he was slightly coming too. “ Do you want me to go get someone or something?” she asked quietly

She was worried she’d notice that John hadn’t had time off in a very long time and he must have been wearing down easily but she didn’t suspect that he was sick. Maybe he had a little cold or something but nothing as serious as this. She was starting to get even more nervous now. He had a match tonight and she wasn’t sure if he’d be okay to wrestle. He was the main even and any fault the champ was showing the boss would use to his advantage and that’s what concerned her the most. 

She knew that when John wasn’t wrestling he was rapping or making a movie, he was a non stop worked and it showed. He was good at everything he did, he was at the top level of everything he did. It made sense that he was wearing down, but it didn’t explain him being this sick….

Yunalesca - 13-6-2006 at 01:01 PM
“Whatever I can do to help…” Trish looked at Shawn seductively, her eyes the only thing that lied. There was a distracted look in them and almost sadness. He was doing all he could to protect his baby girl, even turning on his friend to protect her, but there were limits. McMahon had more than likely planned all of it thus far. Trish turned her back on the security guards and Shawn. She didn’t know whether or not Shawn wanted her to help. There was no way in hell he could handle it by himself, but would it be a blow to his pride if she employed the help of another?

She felt so stuck and didn’t know what to do. To whom did she turn when she had problems? Trish stopped momentarily and looked up, scanning the tiled ceiling. She’d never had anyone…until now. She had Chavo…

Without hesitation, she moved onward towards the women’s locker room her head lowered. She didn’t want to bother him. She could already feel herself crumbling under the pressure being placed on her on this night. John wasn’t up to par, Elisha was bound to be screwed over, and she had her own match to worry about. She wanted to cry but her steely resolve wouldn’t let her. Her intense brown eyes stung as tears threatened to take over and she shook her head. With her gaze lowered, she didn’t even notice Chavo until she bumped into him. She half stumbled, but felt him support her. Finally she raised her gaze and her eyes locked with his.

“Sorry…” She whispered as she regained her footing, though not willing to let him go. “There’s going to be trouble tonight, I can sense it…” She hugged him then, suddenly feeling rather uncharacteristically insecure. She’d felt sure of herself upon entering the building but now she felt as though her world was crumbling around her. “Can we go elsewhere?” She asked when looking up into his eyes again.



John swallowed the lump in his throat before finally opening his eyes. Elisha was there, beautiful as ever, though there was worry in her eyes. “Don’t worry so much about me; you’ve got your own match tonight. I’ll be fine…” He tried to sit up, but did it too fast and was forced to lie back again. He sighed irritably at his current issue. Elisha didn’t know and he wasn’t sure he wanted her too. She was already worried as it was, almost too worried for him. She had her own match to worry about.

Suck it up, don’t worry her more than she needs to be…

John sat up once again, more slowly this time. He still felt a little queasy, but he couldn’t do anything about it. “You should probably get warmed up for your match, time won’t be on our side tonight…”

dirty.angel - 13-6-2006 at 06:13 PM
Shawn leaned against the doorframe and watched Trish leave. He saw the look in her eyes; he saw the sadness that no one else could pick up on. As soon as Trish was out of sight he shut his door quietly and placed his forehead against the cold timber of the door. For as long as Shawn could remember he’d never felt this scared about anything before. Lightly he banged his fist on the door before moving away back towards the bench. He was getting nervous and that was usually something Shawn didn’t do. He knew there was one person he had to tell, someone who he knew cared for Elisha. He wasn’t sure if he’d listen or even if he’d want to see him but he had to tell him. No matter what.

“ Hey Muscles out there. I need to pee” he yelled out now standing at the door which magically opened.

“ I suppose you can go, but be quick” one of them muttered

Quickly Shawn rushed down the corridor and headed for catering. It may have seemed like he was busting to go to the toilets but he wasn’t. He was busting to find the one person he knew would help him.


“ Listen John right now I don’t give a shit about my match” she said as she looked at him dead in the eyes “ It’s not a match anymore. I’ve got something to prove and I’m going to stop at nothing. He’s destroying everything I love slowly” she was now looking rather intense. “ Anyway you don’t want or need my help so I’m going” something inside her had snapped.

She snatched up her jumper and walked away. She felt John’s eyes follow her all the way out of the catering room and up the hallway. Whatever John had said or done had struck a nerve inside Elisha. Her eyes were looking intense and fiery, when she was in this state of mind no one knew what she could do. Without hesitation her feet slammed down the hallway and she passed Trish and Chavo, she didn't bother to stop and she was sure they could tell there was something different about her. So she continued up the hallway and into her locker room and slamming the door shut behind her. Was she angry? yes, was she upset? yes. But not entierly at John. She didn't even know why she snapped at him, but right now that wasn't on her mind.

In anger she slammed her fist into the brick wall. There was no feeling it didn't hurt her. One the outside but on the inside she felt like breaking, she didn't want this. 

Had John Cena's woman snapped? It looked like she had. Was it something John had done? No way. Sure it had been him that said something to make her snap but it wasn't his fault. No it was the one man that was making everyones life a living hells fault. Vince McMahon. There was no way she was going to be able to stop Mr. McMahon on her own. She had no chance. That's what her dad had done and look how that turned out. She didn't know what to do.

Pull yourself together Elisha

_darth - 21-6-2006 at 11:40 AM
"Woah, mamacita..." Chavo had been nearly as startled as Trish when they'd collided. Each lost in their thoughts, heads bowed. But now he held her gently, keeping them both steady, his strong arms half-clasped about her slender frame.

"No apologies, esé." The young Guerrero said gently, scanning her face with a look of concern. Well of course there's gonna be trouble...McMahon's on a rampage... Someone stormed past them in the hallway, 'Lisha, it appeared, but Chavo only gave her a second's glance. At the moment he was a bit preoccupied.

"Yeah...come on, let's go..." Chavo returned, wrapping an arm about her and turning around. They'd probably get more peace in the Diva's locker room.

After a few minutes of walking, Chavo broke the silence.

"If there's anything I can do for you guys tonight...anything....let me know." He half-blurted, then fell quiet again. He just had to tell her. He wouldn't just stand by and watch Vince destroy his friends.

Yunalesca - 21-6-2006 at 12:36 PM
Trish looked up into Chavo’s eyes after he offered his help and she smiled, though it was a forced one. She was scared and it was in her eyes. She quickly turned away and opened the door to the Diva’s locker room. Upon finding it empty, she gestured Chavo inside and closed the door. A solitary couch sat in the center of the room before a television set that currently showed to arena that’d begun to fill slightly. The Women’s Champ slumped down on the plush couch and felt it cushion her aching body. She was still hurt, but she wouldn’t back down. Tonight it would be one on one and she could handle Victoria, or at least she hoped.

“I’m scared, Chavo…” She whispered finally. “I don’t want to lose, but I don’t want to get hurt even more. When I broke my ankle I came back in the best shape of my life. I rose to the top and have been there since, but if she destroys me tonight…” She couldn’t finish her sentence. It’d be over, it wouldn’t take much. One false step or misjudgment could end her reign. If she were knocked out now, she felt she wouldn’t reach the top again. Lita had been doing great until her knee injury, now she was just Edge’s bitch.

The young blonde looked up at Chavo, seeing the wisdom in his eyes. He’d been in the business longer than her, he understood her fears. “I don’t want it to be over tonight. I don’t want to say goodbye to them yet…” A tear was in the corner of her eye as she thought of her fans. She loved them more than her title. They were what she fed off each night and what kept her going. She couldn’t let them down…



“Elisha…I…” John tried to explain, but she’d already turned her back and was gone. “Great job…” He said to himself. Finally he shook off the nauseating feeling that’d been haunting him most of the day and rose shakily to his feet.

“Yo, you alright, man?”

“Huh?” John turned and saw RVD coming up from behind him.

“You don’t look so hot. You sure you’re going to be cool tonight?”

“Yeah. Think I pissed ‘Lisha off though…” John trailed off.

“Wouldn’t worry about it, man. You should be focusing on your match. Ain’t gonna be easy facing her daddy. You gotta stay focused…”

“Right. I’ll catch ya later Rob…” John ended before heading back to his locker room. The doors were opening and he had to warm up. He had an interview later.

dirty.angel - 21-6-2006 at 10:16 PM
“ Hey John wait” Shawn called running up to him. 

He was probably making a huge mistake talking to John. Infact he was sure Cena was going to knock his head off if he said anything to upset him.

“ Listen. I know I’m the last person you even wanna talk to but I only have a short time and what I’m about to tell you is very important. So shut up and listen. Elisha is in trouble tonight and you need to watch her. I can’t and I need someone she can trust to be around her. She’s in big trouble okay” 

Shawn may have sounded not himself and there may have even been a hint of fear in his tone but he didn’t care. He had to hurry. There was a chance he’d be caught by Vince or Shane and if he did he’d been in even more trouble then he was in.

He said nothing more to John before running back to his locker room. “ Thanks boys. I’m good now” he said walking in and shutting the door behind him. Shawn didn’t feel a big load lift of his shoulders in fact he felt an even bigger load on his shoulders. He’d bought everyone he knew into this, because of him so many people had been hurt. But this was where it stopped. For Shawn Michaels tonight there was a way out.



You wouldn’t have wanted to go inside Elisha’s locker room. You wouldn’t have been able to see the floor. She’d flipped, everything that was on a bench or anything on a table was now on the floor. And in the corner was Elisha head in hands and on her knees. No one would have known what made her flip, not even Elisha really knew.

She sobbed for what seemed like hours, but was really only minutes. Swallowing hard Elisha stood and tidied herself up. “ Right, come on, just pretend it’s a normal night. Everything is normal.” She said over and over again until she got enough courage to walk out of her dressing room. 

Elisha made her way back down to catering. She knew John wouldn’t be there but she wasn’t there to apologise. No she was there for a bottle of water and a cookie. It may not be McDonalds but it was the next best thing to Elisha. 

Catering was empty. The arena felt empty, Elisha felt empty. Now that she thought about it there was no way in hell she was ready for her match. Not only had the whole thing with John thrown her off, her body wasn’t ready for her match, her broken ribs could get worse and she could even do another body part damage.

“ Trouble in paradise?” 
“ What do you want Mickie?”
“ I just heard that there was trouble in paradise. Not that there is any paradise”
“ Mickie I don’t know what your on about?”
“ Yes you do, you and John fighting, you going psycho at him and not being able to talk to Trish about it. It must suck”
“ For the final time Mickie nothing’s going on with me and John if there was Trish would be first to know”
“ There is I know it and trust me, I’ll be the one to expose your little relationship”

After the weird and fiery conversation with Mickie, Elisha calmed down slightly. She wasn’t sure if she should go talk to John or not. After all she was pretty harsh on him. Basically she blamed everything that had happened on him, everything that’d gone wrong in the past few weeks she’d blamed on him.

“ Will you forgive me John?”

_darth - 25-6-2006 at 04:56 PM
His knees growing soft with sympathy and concern, the young Latino sat on the couch beside the Women's Champ, his hand finding hers. He didn't know what to say to make her feel better. He understood her present situation, and knew that there wasn't much he could do for her, aside from a run-in or interference. And it was disturbing him deeply.

"Trish..." Chavo finally spoke, moving closer to her. He could practically feel her fear, and knew he had to help comfort her. If she got too worked up before her match, it could all fall apart. He was prepared to do anything within his power, and then some, for the Canadian beauty. "Mamcita, don't worry so much. You'll come out on top. You always do. I've never seen anyone in the Women’s division with talent and passion like yours. You're not the one who needs to be afraid tonight. Victoria is in for hell, and she knows it." As he finished his speech, the young Guerrero reached over and gently wiped away the tears that clung to Trish's eyes. Once more he clasped her hands with his, genuinely smiling at her.

And it was all true. He had confidence in her.

But, internally, Chavo was still worried about the overall situation. If McMahon any more pissed, there was no telling what he'd do.

And then of course he was going to try and watch Lisha's back in her match. And last he saw of John, he wasn’t looking so hot.

Damn. When it rains, it pours, esé?

Yunalesca - 1-7-2006 at 12:01 AM
John was a little wary as Shawn approached. If he planned to jump him, now would be the opportune moment. The champ didn’t know if he would be able to take on anyone at the moment, but when Shawn told him to watch Elisha, he knew he could trust him, for the time being. The fact he’d told John to shut up upset him a little, but despite their differences John respected the man for being a ring veteran. Cena kept his mouth shut until HBK walked away, seemingly heading back to his locker room. The Chain Gang soldier half smirked at Michaels’ comments knowing very well he couldn’t do much. He had a match himself tonight to prepare for and knew it wouldn’t end well. How could he watch himself –and- Elisha? McMahon did a good job fucking them all over tonight. He put them all in positions so they couldn’t help one another. He was turning back into the McMahon of old, the one that mercilessly beat Stone Cold into a pulp more than once. He would stop at nothing to destroy them or get them firmly under his control. John wouldn’t sellout, so it would be his demise that the Boss would seek.

“I wish I could Shawn…” He finally said as he walked away and towards his locker room. Did she even want the Champs help? The way she’d blown made John want to stay away from her for a while. He was throwing her off her game and she needed that focus and inner strength. Her opponent wasn’t much, but it wasn’t her opponent he was worried about. He was worried about the aftermath. Two divas had never been involved in a cage before and considering the opponent, Torrie Wilson, McMahon wasn’t going to use the match to tear Elisha down. Something wasn’t feeling right about it all.

John entered his locker room and slammed the door. He’d always been so confident that he could get through anything, but now it was slipping. Was it time to resort back to what’d gotten him this far? He’d gone soft over the last few months and McMahon saw it. He chose now to strike when Cena didn’t even realize what was happening. He would be easily overtaken and thrown out before the Champ would turn into a serious threat like Stone Cold had. That’s what the boss was afraid of, so maybe it was time to up the ante…




Trish lowered her gaze and lightly pulled away from the Latino. She was slightly embarrassed for crying in front of him. What kind of champion was she if she cried like this? She’d had her share of injuries and was scared to get injured again, but she had to forget all that. If she went out there with this fear she was bound to get hurt. Wrestlers were a different breed and they had to go out there expecting injury. They did all to protect themselves, but did what the fans wanted. It was time to put on a show and that’s what she’d do. Finally she turned back to Chavo and ran a hand through her hair.

“Can you do something for me? There’s someone waiting for me to greet him. I asked him to come tonight and watch Elisha. I think you know of him. His name’s The Rock…â€

[Yunalesca]

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dirty.angel - 22-7-2006 at 10:08 PM
Elisha’s feet soon carried her to John’s locker room. She hadn’t really noticed where she was going, nor had she realised the time. From all the happenings of that afternoon, Elisha hadn’t realised that her match actually started in 5 minutes and that No Way out had already began.

“ Five Minutes ‘Lish” 
“ Thanks Jim”

Great, so much for apologising to John, mind you he’d probably heard that she was outside his locker room after the five minute call. But she didn’t have time to stand there; she had to get to the curtain first very quickly, first with a quick stop at her very messy locker room. She had a little present for the hometown.

Quickly rushing to her locker room, she picked up what she needed headed back out. Whilst jogging to the curtain she threw the item of clothing over head and waited to be called. Her present a Toronto Blue Jays jersey. She needed the fans on her side tonight and she’d do anything to have them on her side. Sure she was friends with Trish, and Trish tonight was the hometown hero, but she needed more than that to pull her through with the fans.

“ And her opponent from San Antonio Texas, Elisha Michaels”

There was no going back now. No time to talk with Shawn, no it was go time. She took a deep breathe and tried to forget about everything that had happened that afternoon. Now it was all about Torrie. And with that thought she stepped on the other side of the curtain and became a totally different person a person that had no worries backstage, always had a smile on her face, was always perky a person who wasn’t in a lot of trouble.

She blew a few kisses to the fans and gave a few waves but stopped at the bottom of the ramp just staring. She stared at the steel cage in front of her, taking it all in before throwing off her jersey into the crowd to reveal her black t shirt before walking up those few steel steps and steeping into the caged ring. She looked fine; in fact she looked more then fine. With her hair as it was and her make up making her face glow you wouldn’t have thought she was about to wrestle. And that’s what she intended to do: wrestle. There wasn’t going to be any bitch fighting or anything of the like in this match, it was plain hard wrestling. Elisha was going to show no mercy. She had something to prove and she was going to prove it.

The bell rang but neither Diva headed for a lock up. No it simply started with a stare down. Torrie was no doubt looking for Elisha’s blood after the past few weeks, but Elisha was looking for more than that. Elisha gave a small smirk at Torrie, remembering last Monday when she’d beaten Torrie to a pulp. But that was Monday and this was Sunday.

Elisha had two ways she would win this match. Get to the other side of the cage either over the top or through the door or strip Torrie down to her bra and panties. She didn’t know which way seemed easier but one thing for sure. Elisha was walking out tonight with her hand raised, either way.

Soon enough Torrie got sick of staring and headed straight for Elisha…..

……Elisha was climbing to the top of the steel cage. She looked down and felt like throwing up. Heights weren’t really her thing but she had to do it. She was already technically loosing anyway. Torrie was fully clothed and Elisha was without a shirt. Torrie lay practically lifeless on the mat so Elisha had every opportunity to jump over the top of the steel cage and have her feet touch the floor. But what the fans and everyone who had paid to watch the PPV saw was different. Elisha was carefully balanced on the top of the steel cage not even facing Torrie anymore. All it could have taken was one shake of the cage and Elisha would have fallen. But she didn’t give anyone the opportunity. Without even thinking Elisha had propelled herself into the air backwards and was now moonsaulting through the air. The whole arena fell silent as she did so. They were in awe, every fan probably thought she was crazy but that wasn’t the point. What she’d done was prove more than what she set out to prove.

What Elisha hadn’t thought about was the impact of her landing. Sure what she’d done was spectacular but no doubt she’d be on stronger painkillers and injured for much longer. Of course she felt the pain, and it was extremely excruciating. She’d never had anything feel this bad but she wasn’t going to let the pain get the best of her. Tonight she was out to prove something and she wasn’t going to let a little bit of pain stop her.

Soon enough Elisha had nipped up and was now on her feet. Torrie was out for the count and Elisha without any trouble had walked through the door and stepped onto the floor.

“And the winner of the bout……Elisha Michaels”

Elisha’s arm had been raised in victory and the Diva was seen smiling. She was slightly exhausted from her last move but none the less she was able to walk up the ramp without any help. She turned around to face Torrie once more and gave a small sarcastic wave to the now recovering Diva. 


As she brushed past the curtain she kept walking. God she couldn’t wipe the huge smile off her face, though no one could see past the smile. Past the smile was pain and lots of it. Sure right now she was gritting her teeth and not saying anything, she didn’t want to draw attention to her injury or even herself. All Elisha wanted to do was cool down. There were other things she wanted to do as well namely speak to Trish before her match. Elisha knew that Trish was worried about her title reign and in Trish’ condition Elisha was worried as well. She knew Trish would be hurting after last week. Elisha didn’t know what wise words to give her friend considering it was Trish who was always giving Elisha advice but she just had to reassure her that she had her back. After all Trish was her best friend and she’d do anything for her. Mind you she wouldn’t go to the extent of Mickie James. 





Shawn gave a smile as he saw his daughters hand raised in victory. But he was one of the few that could see past the smile. Not only could he read that pair of eyes like a book he could see pain in her whole face. He knew she was hurting and all he wanted to do was give her a big hug and tell her everything would be okay.

He looked down at the floor. He started to think about the happenings of the past few weeks and how majority of it had been his fault. Now that he thought about it he was doing a pretty crap job of being a father. Well he thought he was. 

Shawn gave a soft sigh. He thought about it a little more and he’d never really been there for Elisha until she joined the WWE. He’d always been on the road and he was only ever home when he was given time off or something of the like. He’d missed all the major events in her life and now when he was trying to make up for all that time lost he wasn’t even being a good father.

It nearly made the father Shawn Michaels cry. He didn’t want to be a bad father; he didn’t want anyone to think he was a bad father. Mind you he was blind to see that his daughter thought the world of him.

_darth - 8-8-2006 at 09:12 AM
The Rock...?

Chavo sat in incredulous silence for a moment, a stunned look on his face. He would have nothing to worry about if the Women's champ was serious. Such a great and famed superstar watching his friends' back? Could he ask for much more?

A smile spread across the Latino's relieved features as he met Trish's gaze.

"I'd be happy to, mamacita. Nice choice, by the way." Chavo took her hand, and stood.

He was certainly feeling better now. If The People's Champion aligned himself with their small band, McMahon couldn't touch them. Vince would try his damndest to bring them down, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Well, you should probably get ready for your match, esé. After I find Rocky, remember I've got your back."

He smiled at Trish again, feeling the best he had in weeks.

Yunalesca - 16-8-2006 at 04:33 AM
“You don’t have to…” Trish whispered as she felt his hand take hers and she rose to meet him. “Did I ever tell you I can’t resist Latino’s?” she asked and moved closer to him. She looked into his eyes momentarily before closing her soft browns and inching her lips closer to his. She felt the heat rise as her heart rate soared, her chest rising and falling with her quickened breaths. She’d kissed him before, but this one would be more heartfelt. It’d be their first true kiss. Her lips brushed against his, but just at that moment the pyro went off for Elisha and made the Canadian jump. 

The moment for the kiss passed as Trish took a step back and brushed a hand through her hair. She half laughed and looked at Chavo while her cheeks began to color in slight embarrassment. She cleared her throat and smiled her girly smile and looked away. “Um yeah, I need to get ready. If you see Rocky, tell him to stop by, okay?” She smiled again to cover her embarrassment. She gave him one last look, her eyes swimming with flirtation before she turned away and gathered her bag. She waved at him and headed back behind a dressing curtain.



John was in his wrestling gear already although it was practically his street clothes. He finished the laces on his shoes before exiting his locker room to grab a bottle of water. He needed to get pumped before his match. He hadn’t watched Elisha’s match and felt bad for it. Something could’ve happened to her, but he had to focus on himself for the time being. Besides he felt that if anything were to happen it would be after the match. He could rely on the crowd to inform him of what was going on.

Shaking off the slight drowsiness that was creeping over him he entered the dining hall and grabbed a bottle of Dasani. As he was opening it he saw a shadow fall in next to him and he turned expecting it to be McMahon. What he saw shocked him. One of the most famed superstars of all time stood next to him. It was the Most Electrifying Man in Sports Entertainment.

“John Cena!” The Rock announced with a smile and an extended hand. The champ nodded and shook the big mans hand. The eyebrow raising superstar was in his casual leather pants complete with bull belt buckle and a retired Team Bring It white t-shirt with cut off sleeves. The man was still in amazing condition and his Brama Bull shoulder tattoo stretched as his muscles flexed.

“It’s an honor to shake your hand. So what brings you here tonight?” John questioned as a camera man came up beside them and filmed.

“Hold that thought, something The Rock’s gotta do.” The Rock waited until the cameraman was directly in front of him and raised his head.

“Finally, The Rock has come back to Toronto!”

The arena erupted into cheers and chants of Rocky making the man smile. Then he turned back to Cena with the characteristic grin still on his face.

“So, heavyweight champ are you? Well maybe you could tell me where to look for the women’s locker room. I gotta visit an old friend,” The Rock finished with another grin on his face. Laughter could be heard through the arena walls and John smirked at it. Hearing the laugher, The Rock raised his eyebrow and got another big pop from the crowd.

“Sure, it’s just around the corner and about 4-5 doors down.” John pointed out.

“Thanks,” The Rock patted John on the back before walking with his swagger down to the locker room.

The cameraman zoomed in on John as he smirked and shook his head. Taking his water bottle he headed back to his locker room to grab a jersey.

dirty.angel - 17-8-2006 at 07:53 AM
“ No way….No fricking way” Elisha said excitedly. It couldn’t be happening, that wasn’t the Rock she just saw on the screen. But it was, and an excited grin soon appeared on the face of the Diva. She was actually in the same arena as the Great One. She’d never felt so excited either. God what if he’s seen her match?

As the Diva looked at the TV that sat in her locker room, she couldn’t stop smiling. She could only remember one other time that she was actually in the same arena as The Most Electrifying Man in Sports Entertainment. And even then it was a long time ago. Infact it was only a very vivid memory. 

Elisha was about 15 or 16 when it happened. She didn’t really realise back then how privilege it was to even be near The Rock. Back then she was just happy that she was hanging out with her Dad. Back then she didn’t care how she acted towards the other superstars. Now she regretted being like that towards the older and wiser Superstars. But then again, it just made her work harder now to prove herself to them.

Elisha finished towel drying her hair after her shower. She’d cooled down from her match and now she saw the chance to go and apologise to John for snapping earlier. She looked around for a pair of shoes but the only ones that she cold actually find where her wrestling boots. Grabbing them and grabbing her black hoodie she rushed out of her locker room and down the hall. She really did feel bad for snapping at him. After all none of it was his fault.

When she got down to catering the place was empty. No one was there. There was not one peep from a superstar. They were obviously all caught up in their locker rooms watching one of the matches. Hell it must’ve been a fairly interesting match for the big men to have abandoned the catering room.

But it didn’t stop Elisha’s train of though. She tugged down on the black Metallica t-shirt she was now wearing before heading off towards John’s locker room, hoping to catch him there. Sure there were tons of other things she had to do; one was namely go visit the doctor about the extreme amount of pain she was feeling in her abdominal area. Before she could even think of something else she was running up the corridor towards John’s locker room. 

But Elisha stopped running when she heard her name being called. Slowly she turned around, so see Shane McMahon standing there in all his glory. 
“ Yeah….What do you want?” she asked cocking an eyebrow and taking a few steps closer to him
“ Just wondering if I could have a word with you, in my office”

Now really Elisha only had two choices. One she could say “no” and probably get herself into more trouble, or two she could just go and talk with Shane and find John later. 

“ Sure, I guess so…..”



“ Trish, if that’s your backup, I underestimated you” Shawn mumbled as he watched the monitor in his locker room. He was so happy to see The Rock, in fact he was excited. He knew the reason he was here and he was so grateful he could actually make it, after all this man led a very busy life.

It made Shawn feel better slightly but not a hell of a lot. The Rock was only one more person, and the truth was anything could happen. Even if Rocky was here there was still a huge chance that something bad could happen to Elisha.

_darth - 4-9-2006 at 10:16 AM
Damn.

Chavo half-smiled as he bit his lip, lowering his gaze to the floor. The pyro had to go off in that specific moment, didn't it? Oh well. With any luck, the opportunity would present itself again later. He raised his head and nodded at the Women's Champ. "Will do, mamacita." He smiled again as he waved back at her, turning down the locker hallway and running right into someone heading the other way.

"Jesus! Watch it, you goddamn Mexican..." Edge snarled, a scantily-clad Lita draped over his arm. The Rated-R Superstar sneered as he did a once over of the smaller man, his lip curling in disgust.

"Watch yourself, idiota. Almost dropped tu puta." Chavo returned, his hackles raising not only at Edge's tone, but at his words directed at the Latino's heritage. No one insulted his homeland and got away with it. His eyes narrowed as he inched past the former WWE champ, glaring all the way. The Guererro might not have been scheduled for any match at the pay-per-view, but his blood was hot now, and if Edge didn't watch out, he'd be on the recieving end of some Chavito Heat anyways.

Trying to shrug off the encounter and focus on something else, Chavo didn't see Carlito leaning against the wall outside the kitchen. He didn't catch the smirk, nor the slight laugh as the man called out to him, finally gaining his attention.

"What's the matter, trouble with your friends? Carlito saw Trish go that way a few minutes ago. You do somethin' wrong, little man?"

Carlito tossed his apple in the air and caught it a few times before coking his head, awaiting an answer. He didn't have to wait long.

Chavo had stopped when he first heard his fellow Superstar's voice, but now he spun on his heel, his eyes blazing, his temper flaring.

"The only thing I've done wrong tonight is exist, apparently. And if you've got a problem with that esé, I'd be happy to take you to the ring and settle that problem. But until then, it'd be nice to see you shut up for once. That cool with you?"

That said, the Latino turned his back on the P.R. and continued on his way, not quite knowing where he was heading. He knew he had to find the Rock, but that was suddenly not so important.

It had been a terse evening already, and all the negative things were beginning to stack up. And due to that, Chavo was pissed.

Yunalesca - 7-9-2006 at 11:36 AM
Trish stepped out from the dressing area and looked at herself once more in the full length mirror. She hadn’t worn a cowboy hat in a long time, why not sport one tonight? With the thought completed she dug into the diva accessories box and found a hat matching her outfit. She was wearing the teal outfit tonight, one of her personal favorites. Over all her various wardrobe alterations, she took to this one the most. It was sparkly and although she’d had some injuries and falls in it, she liked it the best. Her hat was the perfect shade. Flicking her hair slightly and combing through it she gazed into the mirror before placing the accessory on her golden hair. Her busty cleavage was apparent through the slight black mesh across the front of the shirt, but it added to her sex appeal. She liked to look good when she was out kicking ass.

Just as she opened the door she had to stand back as The Rock’s sturdy frame was before her. “Rock…Wow!” Was all she could say for the moment. She had to compose herself and take a deep breath before looking at him again. “You look great. How long’s it been?”

The Rock grinned as the cameraman rotated to a better position. “Too long. Say, what is Trish Stratus doing tonight? Maybe a night out on the town with…The Great One?” With that the big man did a slight pelvic thrust that made all the girls in the arena scream.

All the Canadian could do was laugh. “Well…Uh actually, I’m kinda seeing someone right now. Well I’m not…But…”

“Oh ho ho. I see. The Rock understands. It’s the Guerrero isn’t it? No no no, come on Trish, don’t be shy. Don’t blush. Tell you what, your secrets safe with me…And the millions,” The crowd immediately echoed. “Of The Rock’s fans. Don’t worry about it baby, I was just kidding. Tell you what though; be confident in your match. I’ve got your back. Catch ya later.” The Rock smiled his charming smile once more before the camera cut out.

Trish nodded and smiled at him before taking one more deep breath and heading up to the stage. Once she got behind that black curtain she was completely focused. Even her thoughts of the Latino winning her heart were fading. She was serious about how her passion and that was wrestling. She was running through certain spots she desired to hit and was continually thinking of how to keep the fans into it.

Once behind the curtain she began to warm-up a little by jumping around and stretching. Her entrance was due any second as Victoria’s promo would wrap up. She’d be ready. Briefly she checked her knee brace once more, assuring that everything was in its correct place. Both women were going in with knee braces, how nice. Just like the PPV title, there was No Way Out for Trish. But if it was the last thing she’d do, she’d walk out champion.

When the thought finished, Trish’ entrance hit and she was cued to go. Nodding to the tech man, she pushed aside the curtain and cleared her mind. She stood at the top of the ramp momentarily until the lights hit and she held her belt high. She wasted little time getting into the ring, for she just wanted to get moving. She wanted the pace to pick up and the match to start.




John Cena was glued to the monitor, even finding himself laugh as he watched The Rock flirt with the beautiful Canadian. He was only pulled away from the distraction as he thought he heard voices outside his locker room. He thought he was mistaken as the voices went away. Shrugging he turned his attention back to the monitor and pulled a jersey over his head. Two more after this and then he was up. He couldn’t wait to get it over with so he could rest. Trish had hooked him up with a room at her place. Though he’d objected, she kept insisting and so he finally agreed. Her house contained at least 6 guest rooms and they all contained comfy beds, or so he’d heard from other divas. He wondered how many others were shacking up there that night. He was willing to bet Chavo would be. 

As soon as he thought it he couldn’t help but grin mischievously. 


{OOC: Phew, that took a long time. Hope it works.}

dirty.angel - 7-9-2006 at 07:08 PM
“ Oh really?” she paused stopping at what looked like Shane’s office. “ So what you’re saying is, if I drop this thing with Torrie, you’ll get Victoria to lay of Trish?” she said slightly confused. So as Shane’s “ office” door opened Elisha simply walked in following the younger McMahon. But when the lights flicked on she figured out that it wasn’t Shane’s real office. 

On reaction she headed straight for the door. But when she tried and tried to open the door she found that it was locked. “ What the hell Shane, let me outta here” she remembered saying that but after that was all a blur.

“ Here you can watch your pretty little friend wrestle” she head a voice say. A voice that sounded like Shane McMahon, not that she could really tell after being bashed in the head with a steel chair. When those two blue eyes opened she saw Trish coming out behind the curtain it made her realise one thing and one thing only. No one knew she was here and no one was gonna find out until just the right time. The opportune moment.

For the moment she'd forgotten that Shane McMahon now sat across from her holding a baseball bat. But everyone including her would know that she wasn't leaving this room the way she walked in. She'd be leaving bloody, bruised and battered.

The more she sat there watching Trish’s match she pondered the reason why she was here. If she just popped up onto the screen during Shawn and John’s match it’d scare the shit out of both of them. And that was why Vince was doing this. To scare them, this was his present to John and Shawn.




Shawn sat in his locker room still. He didn’t know if Vince had gone through with his plan or not and he really did want to know. It would ease his mind for one thing and for another thing it wouldn’t make him feel bad if anything happened to his little girl. Of course he knew he wasn’t always going to be there and for the past few weeks he knew he hadn’t been. But that was beside the point. What Vince was planning to do to Elisha was wrong and any other superstar would’ve felt the same way. 

His mind was somewhat at ease knowing that The Rock was here. He knew how much affect that would have on Vince, he’d be more interested in making The Great One comfortable, and he’d forget all about Elisha. Or that’s what he was hoping, even though The Rock and Vince had, had their differences Shawn knew that Vince would do anything to make him feel comfortable. Even though Rocky was here for other reasons.

He had sort of relaxed. He hoped nothing could happen now, even though he was stuck in here there were people out there that could help. So for now he’s just watch Trish’s match and relax.

Yunalesca - 11-9-2006 at 04:05 AM
Victoria seemed to be in a psychotic state as she wasted little time on her entrance to run down the ramp and into the ring. Trish wasn’t even ready for her as she barreled into the blonde and made her head bounce off the mat. Her arms shot back to hold her head and protect herself as the black haired diva began punching her opponent. The ref, clearly not getting through with his warnings, pulled the psycho diva off the hometown girl.

“What do you think you’re doing?! Do your job!” Victoria screamed, but when she turned around she got a Chick Kick to the face. Trish cursed at the fallen diva before turning and pointing to the crowd.


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Jim Ross: She’d better stop pointing to the crowd and stay focused on this match or else she’s going to fall prey to that Widow’s Peak.

King Lawler: Who cares, JR? See how those puppies are about to pop out of that top? What do you think would happen if we had a wardrobe malfunction? Think Chavo’d come down here and cover her up with a towel?

Jim Ross: Well I dunno King. One things for sure, you’d be going home a happy man.

King Lawler: What would I give to be Chavo Guerrero. How does a little man like him get so lucky? Why doesn’t Trish see me as a real man? Think he’ll get lucky tonight?

Jim Ross: You could always go up there and ask her, though I’m sure you’d try and convince her of your in room skills.

King Lawler: JR, did I just hear you say that? We’ve got kids watching at home.

Jim Ross: I’m sure they’ve heard a lot more come from your mouth. Back to the match, I would have to say Trish is looking to win this thing while putting on a show. She could’ve easily pinned her opponent there, but instead she’s pulling her up and putting a form of Steiner Recliner on her. I think she’s looking to put Victoria through the same kind of pain she received last week on RAW.


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Trish broke the submission by throwing her opponent on the ground. As Victoria rolled away and tried using the ropes to regain her footing, the blond bombshell signaled for her to rise. As her opponent rose and turned around, Trish ran at her in an attempt to spear her. Victoria saw what was coming and dodged out of the way, sending the Women’s Champ flying into the turnbuckle post and smashing her shoulder with intense velocity. She heard the arena erupt into gasps as she fell through the ropes and onto the floor, her shoulder throbbing. She wasn’t sure if she’d dislocated it or not.

As the champ tried moving her shoulder she bit her tongue as the pain shot through her muscles. Victoria gave her little time to recover as she grabbed her blond hair and threw her into the ring. Trish’ limp body rolled and stopped face up. The number one contenders black hair flew across the champs face and the leg was hooked.

Come on, give me strength. Someone please give me strength…

Trish kicked out as the hand began to fall for the three. The fans cheered for her efforts, but the adrenaline was wearing off as Victoria rolled the Canadians body over and put her in the Half Boston Crab. Though she was drowsy from pain, the immediate tension in her knee made the bombshell scream. She gripped her hair as she refused to quit.

Trish reached for the ropes but was dragged back towards the center and forced to be tortured once more. She didn’t think she had it in her to continue on. She raised her hand to begin tapping, but before she could submit Mickie James came running down the ramp and jumped on the apron. With the ref distracted, Victoria let her opponent go and slid out of the ring. After searching under the apron for a moment or two, she pulled free a chair and grinned maniacally. Everyone knew what was coming.

“No, no! Look ref! She’s got a chair! Use your eyes you stupid…!” Mickie screamed as the ref continued to hound her for interrupting the match.

“Come on Trish! Let’s bloody you up!” Victoria yelled and moved to slam the chair across the blonde’s face. Before she could, Trish kicked the black haired opponent in the gut and stood.

Ripping the chair out of her hands she started to pull back. During mid swing, she stopped and instead, tossed the chair into Victoria’s hands once more before falling to the mat as though she’d been hit. Just in time the ref turned and immediately DQ’d Victoria.

As the psychotic diva began screaming Trish looked over at the crowd and grinned before being helped up by the ref. She smiled once more, but then held her head like she’d truly been hit. She felt Eddie’s presence throughout the match and heard him whisper in her ear. He’d wanted her to do that. He’d asked her to let the fans remember Eddie Guerrero as a Liar, a Cheater, and a Stealer.


_darth - 22-9-2006 at 09:53 AM
Several minutes (and a quick, yet semi-strenuous workout) later, Chavo was feeling better. The lingering animosity from his fellow Superstars had faded with the rest of his built-up rage as he sweat it out, even without getting in the ring. He let out a light sigh as he left the room, grabbing a towel. A monitor nearby caught his attention and he nearly spun, seeing two Divas duke it out.

Trish!!

He'd almost completely forgotten about the Women's Champ's big match. Caught up in his anger, most everything had left his mind. Still, he felt like an idiot. Leaning against the wall, Chavo continued to towel himself off as he watched the rest of the matchup. He bit his lip quite hard when he saw Victoria taking control, then relaxed, just slightly, when Trish started fighting back, as she always did. But of course the worst wasn't over. When Mickie bounced up and down on the apron, screaming her head off, and Victoria went for the chair shot, Chavo felt himself tense.

No! This could end it...!

His fists clenched and he pushed off from the wall, moving closer to the screen.

Then, Trish turned the tides faster than he had seen in a long time.

"YES!" Chavo yelled, pumping his fist in the air and even laughing a little. She'd done it. She'd overcome the great odds and done something almost no one expected. 

The younger Guerrero knew he had to continue his uncle's legacy, and was ecstatic to know that Trish felt the same. The urge to punch someone out was long gone, now replaced by an overwhelming sense of happiness. He was pumped.

He was hardly even thinking as he took one last glance at the tv before running towards the ring entrance. The towel flew off his shoulders as he ran down the hallways. The sound techies raised an eyebrow at him, and he paused just for a second.

"No! Keep her music going."

That said, he ran down the ramp , dove under the bottom rope, and came to his feet, breathing hard but not caring, next to an unsuspecting Trish. His eyes sparkled in the bright ring lights and his heart thudded against his ribcage, half from the sprint and half from adrenaline. 

Still not quite thinking straight, he moved in closer to her, noting yet ignoring her confused smile, and kissed her.

This wasn't like their little backstage thing. He kissed her like he meant it, which he did. The crowd roared, but he hardly heard them. After several moments, he pulled away for air.

"Congrats, mamacita..."

Yunalesca - 25-9-2006 at 05:13 AM
When Trish felt Chavo’s lips on hers she didn’t know what to do. Should she kiss him back? Her heart was racing and so were her thoughts. She didn’t know what to think nor do. She merely stood there and let him kiss her without response. She could hear the roar of the crowd and see the flashbulbs going off throughout the arena even through her closed lids. Her title was held loosely in one hand while the other was limp at her side due to the ring post. By the time she’d calmed herself down the Latino had pulled away and was leaving her speechless. The kiss had felt genuine and loving. The way he’d gently slid his tongue into her mouth told her so. This still didn’t disperse her confusion though.

“Th-thanks.” She finally breathed to his congratulations. It’d been a faint reply as her cheeks colored and she looked away from him. She was being cautious now. She still remembered the fowl trick Jericho had pulled on her a year or two before. Though he regretted it in the end, she didn’t want the chance of getting hurt once more. Given that Chavo had been kind to her it still didn’t change the fact he was a Guerrero.

The Women’s Champ rolled out of the ring and felt the Latino’s presence just behind her. She didn’t turn to acknowledge him, not out of spite, but out of her protectiveness. The walls were going up once more even though she’d been fighting for him for some time now. She would be cautious once more for a little while. She had a plan for the following night if Chavo decided to continue pursuing her heart. A faint smile emerged on her face as she started up the ramp.


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John Cena was smiling as well at his television as he saw what Trish pulled. She was keeping the spirit of Eddie alive and it made him feel great. Chavo and the Women’s Champ were meant to be together. He just hoped they realized that too. Both possessed that fighting spirit and would work great as a team. With the thought finished he shut the TV off before the kiss. He needed to focus now. His match wouldn’t be so lighthearted. He was set to face the father of the woman he loved and it would be just after the next match consisting of two lightweights. It wouldn’t last long so he had little time now to prepare mentally.

The challenge was immense and, even worse, he was still convinced Elisha was mad at him. He figured it’d blow over though it still worried him. He was going through a lot to get her. He would fight every man in the locker room to stay by her side, but he didn’t know if that’s what she wanted. Shaking his head and warmed up a little before his own match.


After warming up for roughly ten minutes the champ exited his locker room and started for the curtain. By the time he got there he was sure he’d be as ready as he could be. He would go all out tonight, despite the Main Event being just around the corner. He’d have to save a little steam to put on a show there as well.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 09:32 AM
dirty.angel - 25-9-2006 at 12:27 PM
Shawn watched the monitor. He smiled as he watched Trish, she was someone that wanted to keep the spirit of Eddie alive, just like all the other superstars in the locker room. But the way Trish did it was just classic like everything Trish did. She was a classic diva who would be remembered forever and ducted into the hall of fame.

But Shawn couldn’t think of that anymore, he had his own match to worry about. And in only about 10 minutes would he be in that ring fighting “The Champ.” He needed to concentrate, focus but he just couldn’t, this thing with McMahon and Elisha it was making it so hard to just focus on this one match.

Before Shawn knew it, his door was being banged on and he was being escorted out of his locker room by a number of security guards. None of them had left his side until his music had hit and he was on the other side of the curtain, doing his little jig down the ramp and into the ring. Where he waited for his opponent to come down to the ring. 

When the sound of “ Time is Now” blasted out of the speakers, Shawn looked ready. He was ready for the Chain Gang Soldier to come and dish out some punishment. But so was Shawn. Shawn had his own bit of revenge to dish out. The past two weeks he’d lost to Cena. He didn’t want to make it three.

And Shawn was right, John did dish out the punishment. Hell Shawn was getting a beat down, he’d been power slammed, punched, thrown practically everything that could happen in a match against Cena had happened to Shawn as of yet.

But that wasn’t to say Shawn wasn’t fighting, hell he’d had his little comeback time. He’d tried but it obviously hadn’t been enough. Maybe this time HBK had bitten off more than he could chew?

Shawn knew the match was over as he felt himself being hoisted up on Cena’s shoulders for an FU…..



Elisha watched the monitor after Trish’s match and gave a small smile. Awww Trish and Chavo were so cute together. But she knew what Trish was thinking, she’d told her about those walls that she put up when people got to close. It was sad, because everyone knew Chavo really did care about the Toronto native.

But right now that was the least of Elisha’s worries. Without a warning Elisha felt something hit her face. It felt like a fist. It defiantly wasn’t an open hand. But she really didn’t have time to think, or fight back…even though she couldn’t. Shane McMahon was bloodying her up. And he was doing a hell of a good job of it too.

It was all beginning to make sense to Elisha as she tried to stop the blood running down from her lip. It wasn’t just Shawn, Vince was trying to hurt. He was trying to hurt John aswell. But that was the least of her worries, Shane had gone pretty low for sure by even doing this, but when he targeted her ribs Elisha knew she was in trouble. Not only was her chest throbbing in pain but it was getting harder to breathe. She was in a lot of pain. More pain than she had been before.

Back in the ring Shawn was ready to hit the mat when he heard something come from the Tron. It sounded like Shane McMahon. Shit he’d done it.

“ John, Shawn I’m terribly sorry to interrupt. But I just wanted to give John his present.”

Shawn opened his eyes and looked at the Tron. And what he saw just made him angry. Even though Shawn knew it was going to happen, he still couldn’t believe his eyes.

The whole arena felt silent and Shawn wiggled his way out of John’s grip. But there was no cheap shots, no roll ups. Instead Shawn stood next to Shawn and looked at the Tron.


{OoC; Sorry if there's a bit of powerplaying. I can change it if you don't like it}

Yunalesca - 15-11-2006 at 12:57 PM
John fought hard throughout the match and his adrenaline was putting him over the top. He’d lacked emotion once walking up to the curtain, hearing boo’s already. He didn’t understand it. There was obviously something about him that was setting people off, but it was time to forget that. Block it out. He would put on a show for them regardless. He was going to be remembered as a good performer and that applied whether he was cheered or booed. But then, once stepping through that curtain and hearing those screams of anxious fans, everything slipped away. His intensity returned despite injuries, soreness and sickness. He wanted this and it was time to live for the moment.


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John gave it his all and near the end he hoisted up a tired Shawn Michaels onto his shoulders. Were the adrenaline not present he wouldn’t have been able to lift the small frame of the Heartbreak Kid. His muscles were about to give out as it was, but he raised his right hand in salute and was about to drop Elisha’s father to the mat and get the win when he was interrupted by a taunting voice.

Shane McMahon…

John dropped his opponent to the ground by simply sliding him off his shoulders. He no longer cared about the match and the gold. Shane had something up his sleeve and the champ knew it wasn’t good. Nothing mattered to the Chain Gang Soldier as his eyes locked on the screen and felt it in his gut. He hadn’t seen Elisha since they’d argued. He had her. He knew he did.

“You bastard! You better not harm one hair on her head!” John screamed, leaning over the rope. His face was red with anger and his veins were coming out of his neck. His knuckles went white as he gripped the rope. He prayed his thoughts weren’t true, but he knew they were. Shane had the one thing John cared deeply about. The McMahons were looking to tear him down at the source. Starting with his friends and girl then working out to less important things. They wanted to kill John Cena mentally. Break him so he would break to them.



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Trish turned and looked at Chavo before backing into the door to the diva’s locker room. Her smile was genuine and cute like a school girls as she thought of the kiss she’d just received. She wanted him, but she couldn’t let on just yet. She wanted to test him to make sure he was genuine. One more day and she felt she could take the next step.

“I’ve gotta change. You wanna wait out here or…” She giggled slightly at the thought of him waiting in the dressing room with her as she changed behind the blinds, but that wasn’t going to happen. “Want me to see you at your locker room? I’d like to go out with you again tonight. Last week was fun. I could show you around, I know the area well.” Her smile was coy yet flirtatious. She felt like a little girl again.

She adjusted the gold draped over her shoulder and leaned a little more into the door. Her hand was on the handle, ready to turn at will. She waited for Chavo’s response, mind swimming with thoughts of them being together. Some thoughts were borderline sexual, but then her plans for the following night hit close to home. It was her hometown after all and her home wasn’t far from the arena. She wondered what the Latino would think of her invitation should she give it the next night on Raw.


dirty.angel - 15-11-2006 at 05:58 PM
Shawn just stared at the screen, more in anger than anything else. He stood just watching the little weasel Shane McMahon was taking something from Shawn that meant the world to him. He stood next to John, listening to every word that was said. He’d stayed silent for long enough, he just couldn’t take it anymore. Walking to the turnbuckle for a moment he snatched away one of the mics that was handed to him. But before he could say anything Shane spoke.

“ John, I’m sorry it’s too late for that kind of talk, she was so easy to take care of. Just take of the bandages and a couple of shots to those broken rips” he paused “ And A couple of hard rights to that beautiful angelic face of hers and she was taken care of”

Shawn didn’t want to hear anymore. So before another word could have been spoken for that little idiots mouth he rose the mic up and spoke, tonight the fans were seeing more than the Showstopper, tonight they were seeing Shawn Michaels, father. “ Shane McMahon. Little Shane McMahon.” Well he sounded calm until now “ If you even lay one more hand on my daughter I’ll make sure I personally knock your jaw off your face” he yelled “ Don’t you dare even think of touching her again, you’ve taken this thing way to far. I could handle you making my life a living hell. But now you’ve done something uncomprehendable, and now you’re going to pay” After Shawn managed to yell into that microphone, which was infact a very scary sight. He dropped it and had already started up the ramp. But he was soon stopped again

“ Oooo Shawn, I’m shaking….NOT. You really think I’m scared of either of you. We’ve got a Chain Gang soldier and a Heartbreak Kid. That sounds really scary” he said sarcastically “ Now listen here. If you want your daughter back Shawn your gonna have to go back into that ring and shut up. This has nothing to do with you. But it’s got everything to do with you John Cena…”

Shawn looked back at John who hadn’t seemed to move one inch. Contemplating what to do Shawn got his ass back in the ring. All he wanted was Elisha to be safe. So he did as he was told. But as he climbed those black steel steps he didn’t once take his gaze of the Tron. All he needed was a glimpse of Elisha to feel better.

“ That’s right Cena! This has everything to do with you! You think that you run this place ‘cause you got that gold around your waist. Well your wrong. The McMahons run this place. And just like what happened to the man standing next to you, you will crumble. You will fall into the trap. As for now Cena, I have something of yours. I have something that you want. You not only want, you love. Something that means more to you than the gold you wear around your waist. And if you want her……come get her”

Shawn looked over at John. He needed to break the silence that was echoing through the arena. He had to say something that would grab everyone’s attention. Sure, he was angry and he didn’t care if everyone in this arena knew it. “ You know what Shane, I want you to listen up real carefully to what I’m about to say. That young woman you have is a Michaels, she will always be a Michaels. And don’t you dare think that she’s anything less than that. If you as even make her shed one tear I will come after you. Because you do not mess with a Michaels, Especially my daughter”


Shawn glanced over at John. Now it was John’s turn. Shawn could say no more. It was up to John to take the next step. Whatever John did, Shawn was going to follow. Their little rivalry had been thrown out the window now. They both cared for Elisha, and right now Elisha was in trouble. 



The girl that everyone was talking about at the moment, Elisha was sitting just around the corner from Shane McMahon. She sat limp, struggling to breath and definitely in a lot of pain. She hardly found enough energy to cough to relieve some of the pain from her chest area which soon as it was gone came back twice as hard. She’d definitely be feeling this for a while. She could feel the crimson liquid known as blood, running down her chin. There were a few shallow cuts around her face and a few on her chest. But that wasn’t the problem, she needed to be able to breathe better and soon. 

She felt wheezy. Well worse than wheezy, but when she looked up at the monitor that was infront of her, her eyes seemed to meet with John’s on the screen. She knew he wasn’t looking at her but she felt like he was. And just seeing him, his eyes, she felt better. God, when was her Chain Gang Soldier going to come rescue her?

_darth - 25-12-2006 at 11:15 AM
Chavo couldn't help but grin at Trish's offer. He laughed a little when she giggled, endorphins flooding his brain and preventing him from wiping the wide smile off his face. It was turning out to be a good night after all...

He came back to their conversation, nodding at her slightly modified idea.

"Sounds great, chica. You gonna show me how you crazy Northerners live?" He mimed shivering and grinned again. "See you later, then." With a little wink, Chavo pushed off the wall and headed back down the corridor towards the guy's locker room. If he was gonna go out with the Women's Champ again, he'd better look presentable.

Unable to resist tempation once his back was turned to her, Chavo pumped a fist in the air and glanced upwards before going on his way.

It was turning out to be a very good evening, indeed...

Yunalesca - 27-12-2006 at 12:39 PM
John caught Shawn’s eye and knew he had to do something. This wouldn’t be happening to his daughter if the champ hadn’t gone around making a relationship with her. Now she was paying the price for love. What the McMahons stated was preposterous, saying he thought he ran the show. John Cena was many things, but one of them wasn’t a possessing a big head. He’d always stayed down to earth. That was what made him into a superstar and a good worker. Nobody liked to hire one who let fame go to their head and believe they were the entire show. John respected everyone in the locker room from the techies to one like Shawn Michaels. They all worked together to make the show run and John wouldn’t take advantage of that. Now his boss and his demon spawn were trying to tell the world that he, John Cena, was the exact opposite of what he was.

“You want it Shane, you got it!” Cena threw the mic down and jumped out of the ring. He knew there was a high possibility of being jumped but he didn’t care. He would do all he could to get Elisha back to her father. But he did one thing that was not dumb as he paused before hitting the ramp. He turned and handed his belt to Shawn Michaels to make sure he wasn’t robbed of it. They would try any leverage they could to bring the Doctor of Thuganomics down. Elisha was more important to him then the belt, but the belt was also important to him.

John ran up the ramp and charged through the back in search of Elisha.

“Shane! Come out here you little piece of shit! This is between you and me! This has nothing to do with her you asshole! Shane!!” He yelled down the halls as he searched for the locker room he assumed his girlfriend was being held captive in.


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Trish finished dressing and flipped on the tv before grabbing her gym bag and heading out. Mind as well watch the last minutes of the show right? When the screen came to life she gasped and dropped her things.

“Elisha.” She breathed the name in worry. She could hear Johns voice echo off the walls outside her door. She watched the screen and saw he was headed towards her locker room. Mere seconds later he burst into the room.

“Trish, have you seen Elisha?! Shane?!” His voice was full of vengeance.

“No, I-I haven’t. I’m sorry John…” She didn’t get to finish what she wanted to say as he’d already left and began searching again. Now he was going to begin kicking in doors until he found her.

Trish ran a hand through her hair and slumped down onto the plush couch. She almost wished she’d left instead of turning on the tv set. She wouldn’t have known what was going on and be saved the grief at least for a while. She wrapped her hands around her necklaces talisman and began to pray for Elisha’s safety. She didn’t know what she’d do without such a good friend.


dirty.angel - 27-12-2006 at 04:09 PM
A small nod of appreciation was seen from Shawn Michaels as he took The Champs belt from him and held it in his hands. Shawn watched as John charged up ramp. He could be heard from the ring yelling, well the camera men where following him so everyone could see it on the tron. This was one of the most horrible things that had happened to Shawn in the WWE. He’d been through so much so many injuries, so many emotional situations. And yet this was the worst yet. 

He held John’s belt in his hand and turned to look at the referee. The final bell hadn’t rang and the referee was about to finish his ten count. Now as much as Shawn knew he wouldn’t get the belt from John, even if he did win the match. He didn’t want John to loose. As his eye’s met with the ref’s. He shook his head telling him to stop the count or something. For once Shawn didn’t want his arm raised in victory. No, victory would be when Elisha was safe and sound.

He stood there for a while. Not sure what to do, but he did have a firm grip on John’s belt. No one was taking this away from Cena. He watched the Tron, it was all he could do. Nothing more. This wasn’t his fight to fight. It was John’s. Shawn would have his turn soon. But for now, he just had to stand back and let John do what he did best. Fight for what he believed in.



The sneaky little bastard that Shane McMahon was, he’d taken the back door and hightailed out of the arena. Back to his Daddy’s limo which had sped off in quite a hurry. He’d heard Cena’s voice getting closer and closer and had finally decided that it was time to leave. After all Shane liked his life.

This left poor, defenceless Elisha, in a room, by herself in a lot of pain. She didn’t know what to do. But she could hear that John wasn’t far away. It meant he’d fine her soon. But soon wasn’t soon enough. It needed to be now. Finding something from deep deep inside she finally decided to use what little voice she had left.

“ John!”

Was all she managed to yell. It may not have been very loud but she hoped to hell that he heard her. She didn’t know how much longer she could last. It wasn’t like she was going to die or anything. Maybe just collapse from lack of oxygen.

All she wanted was for her Chain Gang Soldier to rescue her.

Yunalesca - 3-1-2007 at 09:05 AM
John was furious and had he known Shane had already tucked his tail between his legs and took off with his daddy he would’ve gotten into his truck and managed to nab their plates to follow in a chase. But the fact he didn’t know kept him kicking in doors and scaring the wrestlers from his path. Even some of his enemies high-tailed it when they heard him screaming down the hall. His voice grew a little hoarse and he had to stop for a minute. That was when he thought he heard the faint sound of his angel’s voice.

“Elisha?!” John yelled out despite the pain it caused. He began to run towards the room he thought he’d heard it come from. If he could find her, hold her, everything would be alright. A cameraman followed him to the door, but the champ didn’t notice it. He was focused on the glimmer of hope he’d found his love. He could see her face before him, beautiful as ever and the touch of her soft skin against his.

Cena kicked open the door the room and didn’t even wait before stepping into the darkness. “Elisha?!” He called and searched for her as his eyes began to adjust. Then he saw her, his girl tied like a stuffed pig.

“Baby…” John called once more in pain. He could see what Shane had done to her but was more worried about what he couldn’t see. If he’d caused internal injuries the little silver-spoon McMahon would have hell to pay along with his devilish father.

The Chain Gang Soldier knelt in front of his girlfriend and cupped her chin in his palm. “I’m sorry I let this happen.” He gently pulled her to him, careful of possible internal injuries. “They’re gonna pay like nobodies ever paid before!” He swore as he wiped away her blood.


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Trish felt her eyes burn as she saw John cradling her friend. What was going on? What had possessed the fan favorite Mr. McMahon to go psychotic again? When he’d came back he was an instant fan favorite with the firing of Bischoff and even had Cena do the dumping into the truck. Now he was turning on his top product. Some days the Women’s Champ was convinced he possessed no logic.

“I can’t watch this anymore.” Trish said aloud before grabbing her things, shutting off the television and lights. She closed the door softly and began towards Chavo’s locker room.


dirty.angel - 4-1-2007 at 10:37 AM
The sound of her heroes voice grew closer and she knew he’d heard her. She didn’t know how long he would be but she’d hold on. As long as she could see him, hear him, touch him everything would be okay. The pain was getting unbearable but she didn’t care, the pain would go away when he was there. And there he was, the door was kicked open and she saw him, he’d found her, her Knight in Shining Amour had arrived. As soon as she was untied she wrapped her arms around him and almost cried. The way she felt was indescribable. It was only when he apologised she let go and looked at him, eyes locked on his she gently shook her head. “ No…No it’s not your fault” she said softly shaking her head before wrapping her arms back around him. Her possible injuries didn’t worry her, nor did anything else, nothing mattered to her now that John was here.

It was now that she decided to do what she’d wanted to do all night. Apologise. It’d been the one thing that had been on her mind all night. “ John” she said ever so softly so only he could hear here. “ I’m sorry” was all she said, it was said with so much meaning behind it. She was sorry for all the trouble she’d put him through, sorry for snapping at him and most of all she was just sorry. 






As soon as his daughters face was visible on the titantron he was out of that ring like a bull at a gate. Cena’s belt still in hand he ran through the halls as fast as he could. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever run this fast. The reassuring voice in his head told him everything would be okay. And he knew it would, it was just something about this just didn’t feel like it was going to be okay. 

He reached the door which a few cameramen were standing outside of and he stood with them. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Elisha. Hell he was itching to go see her. But this wasn’t the time to burst it and wreck their little moment. It was their time and he’d let them have it. After all, it wasn’t Shawn she was asking for or wanting. It was Cena.

_darth - 12-2-2007 at 09:39 AM
Chavo had just thrown a dark t-shirt over his head and was gathering his things together when he'd heard Cena's yells. Wondering what had happened to make his friend so pissed, he was still loathe to leave his dressing room and encounter the enraged Cena. When he heard the Champ's rampage die down a little bit as he moved deeper into the building, away from the locker rooms, Chavo quickly tied off the bandana around his head and zipped his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. As soon as he slipped out of the locker room, he realized he had two choices. One, follow the path of chaos and destruction to catch up with John and find out what was happening, or two, find Trish and ask her.

Glancing up and down the hallway, he shouldered his bag and made a descision. The women's locker room was close, anyways.

A few moments later, Chavo nearly collided with Trish in the small corridor. 

"Chica!" 

He started, grasping her arms and nearly dropping his bag. She looked distressed. Not a good sign. 

"What is going on, ese?" 

He shrugged his bag to the ground and glanced up again, hearing John kick down a few more doors down the hall. Then, from a ceiling-mounted monitor, he saw his friend running, kicking open one final door to reveal Elisha. She was bound tightly, it appeared, and injured. "The Lil' Michaels?" Disgusted by what he saw, yet relieved that Cena had found her, he tore his gaze away and turned back to Trish, shaking slightly. He subconciously pulled her close, swallowing back the anger and confusion.

What the hell is McMahon trying to pull?? Is she gonna be okay? Shit, was this Shane? What is going on???

Chavo furrowed his brow and tried to ignore the whirling thoughts that filled his head. Trish was upset; he need to help her first, then see if they could do anything for John, Shawn and Elisha.

"Trish...?" He began softly.

Yunalesca - 14-2-2007 at 01:41 AM
“Shh, baby.” The champ quieted his girl with a finger to her lips. He should be the one apologizing, letting her get tortured like this. He did a real good job at protecting her. He’d promised he’d watch over her; make sure she never got hurt. What if the McMahons had decided to abduct her? How good of a boyfriend would he be then? He continued to beat himself up internally until he realized her father was standing in the doorway. What must he think of him? The father of the woman John could one day marry had begun to accept Elisha’s love interest and now this happened. Their relationship could become even harder than before if the elder Michaels thought less of him.

John tore his eyes from Elisha’s beautiful face for one moment to lock eyes with her father. The strength that lied there and the concern almost frightened Cena. Although the champ was the bigger man, he had no doubt if he angered the other enough via hurting his daughter or failing to protect her he would manage to ruin John’s chances at life. But then, wouldn’t he also be as protective of his own daughter, were he to have one? The answer was yes, and he understood how Shawn had felt at first, now that he thought about it. If his daughter appeared to be in love with someone who looked like himself, he would be scared too. Although Cena was trying to get away from the ‘thug’ look, it still followed him. Sure the look had given him his big break, but it wasn’t what he wanted now. He wanted to be something kids could look up to and someone parents approved of. He was a supporter of the troops and that’s what he wanted to be noted for now.

After the revelation that lasted mere seconds, he turned back to Elisha. “Angel, we’re going to get you out of here. Ambulance is on its way.” He promised as he looked deep in her dazzling eyes. He kissed her forehead before turning to her father.

“Shawn.” He merely stated, knowing he would catch his drift. It was his turn to be with his baby girl now.

The sirens came and the champ could hear the medics wheeling a gurney towards the room. She’d be safe in just a few minutes. John was a little more at ease.





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Trish went into Chavo’s arms willingly, wanting to be comforted now. What’d started as a great night after her win had turned into a hell. It brought back memories she’d rather forget. How she’d chosen to rise to the top of the Fed the first time made her sick. She hated Mr. McMahon. He’d humiliated her time and time again before, she had no doubt he’d be taking a swing at her again. He would be angry she rose through the ranks via work this time rather than doing favors. He liked having people beg for their jobs and he’d make her do it again in a more embarrassing manner. He’d never fully gotten his revenge the time The Rock had tricked him into kissing Rikishi’s ass and she’d been a part of it.

‘Trish.’ She heard him say to her once again.

The diva looked up into his warm, caring eyes and felt a little better. “Vince is going to make an example out of me. He couldn’t do it with Cena so he’s going to move to the next target. He’s going to do all he can to strip me of the title before Wrestlemania.” She half sobbed. For the longest time all she’d lived for was her fans and the title. What would happen to her if she lost one of them?

It was then that Mickie showed up. She saw how Chavo was holding the Canadian and immediately grew jealous. “Get your hands off her!” She shrieked and jerked Chavo away from Trish, standing between them.

“Mickie, what the hell are you doing?! First you interrupt my match and now you’re interrupting my private time. Mickie, I think you need to get it in your head; I don’t like you like that. Thanks for helping me, but Mickie, I don’t like girls. I think it’s time you start being your own person.” Trish hated sounding harsh, but her buttons had been pushed enough. Ashley was right and the Canadian hadn’t listened. Now her friend was injured and getting sent to Smackdown.

Something in brunettes mind clicked and appeared in her eyes. Whatever it was, Trish wasn’t sure she liked it. Instincts told her to watch her back from now on, but she also felt bad for being so mean. “Mickie, I’m sorry I sounded mad. I’m just under stress and…”

“No. I get it. It’s okay. I’ll make up for it; make up for the last few months.” The girl didn’t look at Trish until the end of her sentence and the haunted look in her eyes made the girl step back. Mickie walked away, headed back toward her locker room, eyes on the floor.

Trish looked back at Chavo, her thoughts now clouded with Mickie’s tone and eyes. What was the girl thinking? Was she crazy like they’d all assumed?

“I don’t think they’re going to let us see Elisha. I’m just going to drop a few words to one of the guys and have them tell her for me. Can you wait here?” She asked before heading down the hall to the locker room that was swarmed with cameramen and medics. She caught one medic and told him what she wanted Elisha to know.

“Tell her I’ll call her tomorrow and that I hope she gets better. If there’s anything she needs she can call me.”

With the message given and a nod received, Trish turned back to where Chavo stood down the hall and walked back to him.

“I don’t really feel like going out tonight. Sorry, I just need to go home. I mis it.” She said, hoping he understood.


dirty.angel - 14-2-2007 at 01:19 PM
“ I..I don’t need an ambulance I’m fine” she told them both weakly, though she knew neither would listen. As she looked back up from the cold concrete ground her eyes set on her fathers worried eyes. She locked eyes with her fathers and took in the worry that was showing on his face. Of course she was glad they were both there, and if anything, glad they weren’t biting eachothers heads off. The belt had come between them but their love for Elisha had bought them back to a friendship.

Shawn looked at his daughter and gave an almost smile. A relieved smile if you could call it that. “ The ambulance is here, you need the hospital, you let me and John deal with what’s going on here. Okay, you just…just do your best to get better okay?” he said kissing his daughter on her forehead and giving her a smile “ And you listen to those doctors okay. If they tell you you’re out for a while. You listen, I don’t want you getting hurt even more than you already are” he told her softly before standing and walking back over to the door as he watched the medics wheel Elisha out of there.

“ It’s not your fault John” Shawn said as the room emptied “ It’s not your fault okay. You had no idea what was going on. If anything, it was my fault. So don’t beat yourself up about it” he told him as he looked into the empty room. “ She’s gonna get lonely in the ambulance by herself. You should go with her.” Shawn meant every single word of what he said. He didn’t blame John, nor was he angry with John, hell if it was anyone’s’ fault it was Shawn’s, afterall Elisha was Shawn’s daughter. He should have been protecting her, instead of getting caught up in his own mess. He should have been looking out for her, what kind of father was he being if he didn’t look out for his daughter?

He’d go see Elisha later on. She needed time to have tests done and she needed time to spend with John. Sure, Shawn was her father and he should be by her side. But Elisha had someone else as well now. Elisha was cared for by another person now. And it was time for Shawn to step aside just a little, so that he could let Elisha be cared for. He could let her be taken care of by the new main man in her life.

As Shawn looked at the empty boiler room he gave a long sigh. Monday Night Raw, was going to be one helluva show. He’d make sure Elisha didn’t step a foot in the arena if she was checked out of hospital. After all, he couldn’t risk anything happening to her again. This had gone way to far and he needed to keep Elisha out of it for as long as possible. Although he knew it was highly possible that she would defy him anyway, he had to try.



The sounds of the ambulance sirens filled her ears as Elisha was rushed to the hospital. Really, she didn’t see the point in rushing. After all, she was fine. It’d probable just be a few bumps and bruises. John and Shawn had to be over reacting. Right? Wrong.

Test after test, X-ray after X-ray all said the same thing. Which she was definitely getting sick of hearing. And knowing that John was here with her, listening to it all, meant only one thing. She had no chance in hell, of getting back into that ring for a while.

“ 6 Weeks”
“ 6 Weeks? Come on doc. That’s ages”
“ Elisha. You’re not allowed to wrestle for 6 six, you could harm yourself even more than you already have”
“ But doc…come on, you-you can’t be serious. That’s ages, it’s like over a month”
“ Exactly and that’s how long it’s going to take for your ribs to heal”

With that said, Elisha watched as the doctor retreated out of her hospital room. Her jaw still dropped. She shook her head. “ No way in hell, you are keeping me out of that ring for 6 weeks” she mumbled quietly. Thank god she wasn’t staying in this god damned place over night. She hated hospitals they freaked her out /a lot/

Elisha ran a hand through her hair and looked back up at John, trying to smile. But, somehow she just couldn’t smile. As well as breaking Shawn, John, Trish and Chavo, they’d managed to break Elisha. They’d managed to break down the walls she’d spent so long building up. You saw how fast HBK crumpled, well ‘Lil’ Michaels’ was following suit.

“ Don’t beat yourself up over this John. It wasn’t your fault. You did all you could, hell you did more than I could have ever asked for. And I’m the one that went off my head at you earlier. If anything, this is my fault” she told him standing up slowly and carefully. She took a few small steps over to him and lent on her tip-toes and gave him a soft kiss. “ I love you”

dirty.angel - 2-4-2007 at 10:44 AM
{{ OoC; I hope you guys are having an awesome time at Wrestlemania. I'm thinking of you guys!!!}}

Yunalesca - 7-6-2007 at 06:23 AM
“I love you too, baby girl.” He murmured into her lips as she kissed him. Every time their lips touched he felt fire in his soul. The things she did to him, things she didn’t even know. Gently he kissed her back before breaking away. “You need to get back to rest. Where’re you staying?” He questioned lightly. He had to get to sleep too, regretfully. The next day was going to be busy as hell with another autograph signing then RAW in Toronto again. He could only imagine what the following night may hold. He’d be grateful if the Rock showed up again, but he wasn’t sure Trish’ friend would. He was a busy man and although he always tried to make it back for his fans, he couldn’t always be around for help. Shrugging the though off mentally, John focused once more on Elisha.

“You should call your dad and let him know you’re not staying tonight. I think he was planning on coming up here to see you soon…” He offered pathetically. His mind was obviously elsewhere. He tried to stay focused, but as the following night loomed nearer his mind only stayed on the consequences that were no doubt going to be dealt out. His only hope was that the famed ‘Kiss My Ass Club’ wasn’t going to be reinstated, for John knew at least four superstars who’s careers would go down the drain the following night if it happened.



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Trish hauled her suitcase and what remained of her psyche through the front door of her large home. It was unusually quiet, for almost every time WWE toured in Toronto, the house was full of divas and family willing to stay up into the wee hours of the morning to party and hang out. Not tonight though. Not one person had approached her about it. She was in a sad state of mind due to her boss and few people wanted to burden her with their presence, or that’s what they thought anyway. She didn’t mind all that much. She was exhausted and emotionally drained. It would’ve been more beneficial to her mood to go out with Chavo, but she wasn’t up to it.

Dragging herself over to her answer machine she checked her messages. There were minimal tonight. She skipped through most of them until she came across ones from her family.

“Hey Trish, it’s mom and the family and we just wanted to say ‘YOU DID A GREAT JOB TONIGHT’. Love you sweetheart. Call me tomorrow!”

Trish had to smile as her whole family yelled for the ‘great job’ part. They loved her and she was glad of it. She’d thought she’d lose them when she first showed an interest in wrestling over med school. Who knew, maybe someday she wouldn’t finally get her degree. She’d probably professionalize in the sports field. Who would know their injuries and feelings better than her?

Yawning she climbed the stairs to her room and changed into some fuzzy PJ’s. Setting her alarm for sometime in the early noon she began to sleep. She was doing autographs tomorrow with John and Rob. She wanted to be well rested.


[ooc: geh that's short 0.0. Oh well, sorry that took so long.]


dirty.angel - 21-6-2007 at 02:37 PM
" Yeah I guess you're right. I'll call him when I get back to the hotel, he's probably on the phone to mom right now, so you know, I'd better not" she said with a chuckle and clasped John's hand in her's lightly before beginning to slowly walk towards the exit of the hospital. She knew John's mind was on tomorrow night, hell even her's was. Because the truth was, no matter what happened someone else was going to get hurt. Elisha knew in herself that she shouldn't even go near the arena, but she couldn't not show up. Not only did she owe it to her fans, she owed it to everyone else. 

Slowly as she opened the doors and the cold winter air hit her, she didn't feel all that good. But hey, what did you expect. " I hope Trish is alright" she mumbled and started walking again. " You know what I just realised?" she said with a chuckle, " We kinda came here in an ambulance, so we don't exactly have a ride back" she said with a laugh, normally, this wouldn't be funny. But she was trying to stay positive and happy, and it seemed like having a laugh was the only way to do it. She looked over at John and gave a smile, " Come on sweety, but a smile on that dial. We'll deal with tomorrow when tomorrow comes, we can't change what's happened. So lets try and have some fun" As much pain as she was in, she knew that she had to stay positive, for the sake of both of them. She'd seen it happen before, soon enough, once something had happened to John and Elisha was the way she was, they were going to drift apart. That's what the McMahon's wanted, and Elisha wasn't going to serve it to them on a silver platter. Smiling towards John, a big grin on her face she looked at him and gave a small shrug, as if to say it was the least she could do, especially after everything had happened. He'd come to her rescue when she needed him most, and by the looks of things, with the next few weeks up ahead, both were going to need eachother as much as possible.





Elisha was right. Shawn was on the phone to Rebecca. And he really wasn't having a good time. He was getting yelled at, trying to stop his wife from crying. He'd tried to explain to her that Elisha was fine, but it just didn't seem to be working. He knew he was meant to protect his daughter, and he didn't need to keep hearing how bad of a job he was doing.

" No, Bec, I don't think it's a good idea that you come down here. " he said into the phone. The last thing he wanted was his wife breathing down the back of his neck. And he highly doubted that Elisha wanted her to come down here. There was no doubt in Shawn's mind Rebecca would make her way down here, no matter what he said.

When Shawn hung up, he looked at the phone for a moment. Hoping that maybe he'd get a call from Elisha. Elisha wasn't one to sit inside a hospital, so he knew there was no point in going anywhere near the place. He'd just have to wait. God he hoped to hell she was okay. Sure, he'd seen her be wheeled into that ambulance, doing the best she could have been doing in that situation, but Shawn had an unsettling feeling. He really did wonder how she was going to cope with all this. Even with everyone around her, he wasn't sure if she was strong enough to handle this. Even with all the training in the world, no one could prepare themsevles for the battle they were about to start.

The Heartbreak Kid wasn't looking forward to Monday Night Raw and what it had install for all of them. He could only hope that maybe divine intervention took it's place! Everybody knew, especially Shawn that the next few weeks, the McMahon's were going to try and destroy anyone who got in their way, no matter how much turmoil it was going to cause them. By getting to Elisha, not only had the McMahon's started their battle with Shawn and John, but they'd made the biggest mistake possible. They'd messed with a Michaels.

_darth - 25-6-2007 at 12:20 PM
It had been a while since Chavo had been truly alone. Even while RAW was on the road, it seemed like he almost always was bunking with one of the guys, or sharing his hotel room with a couple Superstars. Locker room comradery wasn't only limited to the backstage of WWE's events and pay-per-views.

"But not tonight..."

He mused aloud, tossing his gym bag and other luggage on the empty bed next to the one he'd planned on sleeping in. The room seemed bigger without anyone else in it. A helluva lot quieter, too. With a sign, he kicked off his shoes and rolled onto the other bed, staring at the ceiling. He had a lot on his mind, and knew he would need at least a few minutes of trying to sort everything out and unwinding before getting ready to sleep.

McMahon. No doubt the subject that grated most harshly on his conscience at the moment was his sadistic boss, and the shit he'd been pulling lately. Not just with him, but with his friends...hell, with just about anyone who crossed his path. Sure, he was the Chairman, but that didn't make him God. A dark shadow flitted over his features as he continued to think about everything that had been happening lately. Now with Lisha injured, probably severly so, and Cena being on as thin ice as he was, things really weren't looking too bright for the small band of friends. And of course, with everyone's favourite psychotic Diva on the prowl [again], Chavo knew things were gonna be even more strained for Trish.

Trish...

At the thought of the Woman's Champ, the shadow lifted slightly, and a small, yet almost regretful smile lifted the corner of his mouth.

Of course she went home. Anyone who lived through tonight would've done the same. Lisha did, and I'm sure Cena's crashed in his own room somewhere.

Despite his reasonings, the Latino couldn't keep a hint of bitterness out of his thoughts. He had really wanted to go out with Trish again. If anything, to just talk. Figure out a game plan. How they were going to deal with Vince and his insanity. They needed to stick together, and the youngest Guererro felt like they weren't. Something had happened tonight, and it was throwing everyone off.

"Enough." He muttered to himself, in an attempt to stop the negative train of thought that was slowing spiralling through his mind. If it kept up, he'd just end up pissed, depressed, and even more lonely. Not a good combination.

The best idea he had at the moment was to just try and forget it, at least for a while. Sleep seemed to be a good prescription. So after changing out of his casual clothes into some comfortable drawstring pants and a t-shirt, Chavo pulled back the covers and snapped off the lights. After all, he had to do the smae thing again tomorrow. They all had to.

Yunalesca - 22-7-2007 at 11:19 AM
John had to smile as Elisha told him to ‘put a smile on that dial’. She was still so positive and cute even though she’d had the crap kicked out of her. Just thinking about it made his hackles rise. His need to protect her came back at a turbulent speed. He’d failed to be there for her. Yeah, what could he have done about it, but it still bothered him. Despite all the coaxing to not blame himself he still did. He’d left her unprotected. Now you’re just making her sound weak. She’s no damsel in distress dumbass… he scrutinized over internal monologue. With the thought he looked her over.

“You’re so beautiful…” He said aloud without a withholding thought. Even with injuries she possessed that inner strength, it just radiated off of her. He loved that and everything else about her.

After he caught her blush slightly, he scooped her up into his arms and kissed her on the cheek. “No lady, Michaels or not, should have to walk while possessing injuries.” He explained before she could protest. After brushing a lock of gold hair from her face he felt the urge to kiss her. With that intention he inched his lips towards hers. Before he could complete his quest, a horn beeped behind him and the intimacy was broken. Slowly turning he laid his eyes upon a flashy black truck.

One of the windows rolled down as the truck pulled up next to them and a whistle escaped the mouth of its driver. “Damn, two of my best girls have been claimed by other men. But that’s alright; John Cena’s a cool cat in my eyes. You two need a lift or are you just planning on walking to the nearest gas station?”

The voice could only belong to the one man who’d been called in as a favor earlier in the night by Trish Stratus. Sure enough, as Cena gazed into the truck the tan face of The Rock was turned to him and he flashed his famously white toothed smile.

“It’d be appreciated…” John said and with that, The Great One pushed open the passenger door for him. Swiftly, but carefully, John slid Elisha onto the leather seat and then hopped into the back via a third door.

Once inside alls John could think was Damn. Leather interior, more buttons than he could ever imagine what to be used for and expensive gadgets piled into cup holders. But then, what was he supposed to expect? He was the Most Electrifying Man in Sports Entertainment. He was entitled to lavish things. John on the other hand was more into saving his money and helping out with his family and friends if they were in a rough spot. He doubted The Rock didn’t do the same. He was a kind soul and probably had enough money stored away to purchase an island or two in the Bahamas.

“Both of our vehicles are still at the arena, but if you could drop Elisha off at her room it’d be great. You need rest and don’t deny it.” John stated before she could protest again. He was getting better at reading a Michaels, but he doubted he’d ever be able to fully understand any of them, least of all Elisha. Shawn may come in time, but the Chain Gang Soldier knew women were more unpredictable then the weather.


When they pulled up to Elisha’s hotel, John got out and opened the door for her before helping her out of the truck. He’d let her walk to her room but not without assistance. He feared she’d try and push it too much.

“You should probably let your dad know where you are. If you need me, I’m a phone call away.” He whispered, feeling very out of character around her. Gently, he lifted her chin to look into her eyes before dropping his lips to hers softly and kissing her just so. This wasn’t passion filled like before, but more delicate and caring. He didn’t want to go too fast with her. “I love you.” He said as they broke slowly. He stroked her cheek with a hand before leaving her at her door and getting back into The Rocks truck.



John crashed onto his own bed, not having remembered stripping down to his boxers. He was tired as all hell. The ride to his car had been rather talkative. He enjoyed talking with The Rock and found it invigorating to know he admired John. His perspective of the current Champ was that he’d elevated himself to The Rocks level and should the time ever arise, he’d be honored to face him at a Wrestlemania down the road, much like his situation with Hulk Hogan.

Without even bothering to switch off the lights, John crawled under the covers and was fast asleep in minutes, his phone clutched in his hand should Elisha call him in a time of need. He’d wake sometime in the late morning to a wake up call via front office.

dirty.angel - 22-7-2007 at 11:05 PM
Elisha was already half asleep in the truck when they arrived at her hotel. The only things she’d really said in the car was “And, what does this button do?” and annoyingly she’d repeated it a fair few times. Had you seen his car? It was filled with heaps of buttons and gadgets. But that soon got old, and boring. When she got tired, she got bored, and annoying. Having been almost asleep when she arrived, she didn’t exactly protest, though she wanted to. 

It wasn’t long before she’d painfully moved into the bedroom of her suite and had fallen back onto her bed, having stripped down and donned a pair of shorts and a singlet. Taking John’s advice, she rang Shawn, and lets just say, it was a well needed phone call.

“ Hey Dad…it’s me”
“ ‘Lisha thank God you’re alright”
“ Yeah…Yeah I’m fine. Just, bumped, bruised and a little broken”
“ Yeah….well, at least you’re okay. Now, I want you to listen to the doctors”
“ Okay, I will. But…it’s 6 weeks dad, that’s ages…”
“ It’ll be longer alright if you don’t listen”
“ I know….Anyway, I’m gonna go to sleep now dad”
“ Alright. Be safe okay ‘Lisha. And I’ll see you later”

Elisha knew Shawn wasn’t expecting her at the arena tomorrow. But as far as she was concerned, she had a score to settle, and she wasn’t just going to ignore that. Shane had done something horrible to her, worse than horrible. It was hard to give it a word even, and Elisha was going to do much worse to him than he could have ever done to her. 

After trying for a good 5 minutes to get comfortable, Elisha looked at her phone, sending John one message before she’d fall asleep. She needed to fall asleep before the painkillers wore off, or she wouldn’t get to sleep, that was a known fact.

“ Night sweetie, thanks for everything, stop blaming yourself, I love you and that’s all that matters. Don’t forget to smile. Love Elisha xo”

After hitting send, Elisha fluffed up her pillows and finally fell asleep. Into a deep sleep, dreaming about everything, and how it would all be okay soon. All the drama would stop, and life would go back to normal in the WWE. Well, some dreams don’t come true. 


The next morning was a painful morning for Elisha. It took her a good two and a half hours to actually get ready for RAW. It was lucky that she didn’t have any signings or anything that day, or else she would have been in a spot of bother. Like usual, she got changed, packed her bag and made sure everything was in order before leaving.

The ride in the taxi to the arena was painful, she’d taken her medication, but it took a while to work. She wasn’t sure where John was, probably at a signing or something. He was a busy man, and she knew that sometimes he wouldn’t just be a phone call away. Like now.

Without a word to anybody, she snuck her way into John’s locker room, and sat in a chair provided. The locker room was empty, signalling that he hadn’t arrived yet. So she’d sit and wait, it wasn’t like she was even rostered on to be there, and she probably shouldn’t have been there. But she was, she wasn’t going to hand what the McMahon’s wanted to them on a silver platter. She wasn’t just going to sit back and watch as her friends and loved ones got pushed into a corner.


Shawn hadn’t slept well at all. He was unsettled all night, just by knowing Elisha wasn’t in her best shape. He wished he could have taken the blow for her, of course he felt responsible. He should have been watching her, but instead he was too concerned with his own problems. He felt horrible.

All day he’d been dreading arriving at the arena for RAW simply because he knew things were going to go from bad to worse. Sure, last night, it seemed like nothing could be worse than what happened, and in Shawn’s eyes, he knew that was the truth. But it wasn’t just him and Elisha he had to look out for, he had to look out for Trish and Chavo as well. They were the group that The McMahon’s wanted to take down, and weren’t gonna stop until all 5 of them were where they wanted them to be.

He had no idea that Elisha was at the arena. And would’ve preferred if she wasn’t at the arena. He didn’t want her more hurt than what she already was. And no doubt about it, The McMahon’s were out for all of their blood. And they were taking them down from the bottom, starting at the weakest.

Yunalesca - 11-9-2007 at 02:21 PM
Trish woke with a slight grown. The sun was shining in her massive windows and she could hear the early morning cars passing by. Pulling the white and brown silken covers from her head she looked over at her clock. It was eight in the morning and she had to get moving. She had several things to do before getting to the arena. Make A Wish Foundation asked her to come by and she was also heading a benefit for the children’s hospital and school to raise money for repairs and supplies. What she wouldn’t do to help.
Slipping from the warm covers her feet hit the cold wood floor and her body protested against walking. She was hurting all over and her knee was getting worse. She was a wrestler and they always ignored pain, but she had also nearly had a degree in anatomy and doctoring. She had to see someone soon if she didn’t want to get benched for six months or more.
“Why do I do this again?” She whispered to herself as she pushed open the door to her luxurious bathroom. A warm bath was first, especially with lavender and Epsom salts. It would do her wonders, at least until after the show.
Trish began to draw the bath, making it nearly scorching and adding the ingredients along with a touch of aloe for her skin. She turned away from it to set out the items she would need afterwards.
Digging into her make-up drawer she pulled out the regular things until she looked at herself in the mirror. The nights of near sleeplessness was catching up under her eyes. It was getting to where she wouldn’t be able to cover it up much longer. She worked too hard, but she wasn’t about to let management give her a break. She wanted to please the fans.
The women’s champ dug out an especially thick foundation to go with her other things, as well as a curling iron, light hairspray and a perfume that was of vanilla extract. She would be taking a special, slightly intoxicating berry scent with her in case things went well with Chavo tonight.
She laughed at herself, she was such a little girl. She was giddy on the inside, despite all the pain. He made her feel special and she hadn’t had that in a long while. Of course The Rock had made her feel that way too, but he made every girl feel that way. She suddenly wished she’d had more time to spend with him.
Sighing, the Canadian bombshell shed off her nightgown and stepped into the warm tub. Turning off the water, she flipped the switch for the massaging jets and relaxed as her pain slipped away.


John woke up in a puddle of his own drool and grumbled. He really needed to stop doing that. Maybe it was a man thing.
He slapped himself as he took a seated position and looked at the clock. Damn…
It was nearly time to get to the arena. He’d wanted to go out and see the town first, but it looked like it’d have to wait. No doubt they’d be back again. Maybe he could get Trish to show him around some time they had off. Assuming Chavo won’t take offense. He chuckled at the thought. God this business was crazy.
When he pushed away the covers he felt his phone go off and grabbed it from its spot next to his pillow. Flipping it open he read a text from Elisha. Apparently it’d been sent last night and he hadn’t even woken. He felt bad, but smiled at her short message. The girl knew how to make him ache for her.
Yawning and scratching his abdomen, he rose and headed towards the bathroom. First things first, he needed a shower.


Trish hauled her bag in from her car and found her locker room door ajar. She paused outside, not knowing whether to enter or not. It could be a trap, but no. The McMahons would take care of her on national television. They liked people to see their power. She kicked the door open with her high heel boot anyhow. Nothing.
Sensing nothing either, she entered and scanned the room. It was normal. Shrugging she dropped her bag on the couch and then noticed a card standing up on the coffee table.
Picking it up and taking a seat on the plush sofa, she read:

Trish,
I apologize for my actions. I just wanted to be close with you, but I guess I took it too far. Good luck this Saturday at the Main Event with Ashley. Wish I could help.
Mickie

She didn’t know what to think. She’d get some space, which would be nice, but something was wrong. There was something just under the surface. She meant something more. Trish’ warning flags were up.



John entered the arena still groggy. He hadn’t planned sleeping so late, but it happened. He waved to a few superstars in passing and went into his locker room without stopping to notice the door slightly ajar. It was when he dropped his stuff he noticed her.

“Morning…” He greeted and went to her. “You shouldn’t be here.” He said with concern.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 09:34 AM
dirty.angel - 12-9-2007 at 08:23 AM
" Shouldn't......am" placing the magazine she'd been reading down, slowly but surely she stood. This pain, it wasn't like any other pain she'd felt. And she'd felt a helluva lot of pain over the years. It was like a sharp, continued ache, and it didn't seem like it was going to go away any time soon, painkillers and all. Sitting and standing wasn't helping at all, really she should just stay in one position and not really do anything. But hey, what do doctor's know? All they do is where white coats and funny glasses. She stood in front of John, giving a small grin, she was just trying to hide the pain, and all she could do was smile. 

" You think this is actually going to stop me from turning up?" she asked with a grin, that all too familiar Michael's grin appeared on her face. You never knew what a Michael's was thinking usually, but when they grinned like that, you had no chance. But really, what was the difference between turning up and actually fighting? Really....think about it. But you think the Diva is actually going to tell the one she loves that she's not going to follow doctors orders, that she's not going to rest, that she could make herself worse? You gotta be kidding right.
" John....Sweetie, I'm only here, to be with you and Dad, and Trish, okay, I'm just here to watch, to be here for you guys. You can't possibly think I'd be here to fight do you?" she snaked her arms around Cena's waist and smiled once more. As much as she'd just lied then, this time it was better than telling the truth. Because in this case, the truth would hurt.

She knew what he'd say, he'd say something like 'you're just going to make it more dangerous' or 'you could get hurt even more, and I don't want that' but she understood why he had to say it. If Elisha was in his position she would have said the same thing, but in that case, John probably would have listened. She felt a sharp pain in her ribs, but just gave a small smile. She let go of John with one arm, to move some blonde locks from her face. She was tired, and you could tell, there was something about her today that just didn't seem right. Maybe it was because the only thing on her mind was Revenge?



Shawn Michael's sat in his locker room, having arrived from Raw only moments ago. He'd had a good morning, well kinda, he'd gone out, seen the town, had a signing and he'd certainly been swarmed by fans. But what did you expect when you were Shawn Michaels? He was one of the best known names in the WWE, so it wasn't like he didn't expect to be swarmed by a fair number of people whenever he stepped outside the hotel. It was expected, and he was totally used to it.

He was dreading the night ahead. And although he knew Elisha was safe, back at the hotel not anywhere near the arena. He just couldn't settle. Too bad his fatherly instincts weren't as good as his in-ring instincts. He just couldn't settle, he couldn't relax, only because he knew what was ahead of them could only get worse, and it was going to start tonight. They'd started with Elisha, and he could see them moving onto Trish, why else could the poor Diva hardly walk? The McMahon's were tearing them down at the source, if they got to Elisha and hurt her enough, John and Shawn would turn, give in perhaps. But if they hurt or injured Trish, they got Chavo and a stack of other superstars as well. The poor girls were getting bought into this and had no way out. There had to be a way to change all of that.
Author: starlight. [ Wed May 23, 2012 12:42 am ]

Yunalesca - 6-10-2007 at 11:30 AM
John looked Elisha over when she backed away. She was tired, he couldn’t miss that. She should be home resting and having someone take care of her, but he knew better than to try and tell her that. She was determined to be here and nobody could stand in her way. Not even him and he wasn’t about to get in that argument. It did leave an opening for Shawn and John to crumble under pressure if she wasn’t careful in avoiding the Royal Family. The McMahons knew their weakness and would exploit it, unless they didn’t know she was in the arena.

“Elisha, I’m not going to give you a lecture, but I think you should remain hidden tonight. If the McMahons know you’re here there could be trouble. I don’t mean to sound selfish, but I need to be focused tonight. I can’t do that if you end up in danger. If they get you and let me know it and ask me to drop the title or lose a match, you know I would for you. The same goes for your father. All I ask is that you be careful.” He kept the pleading and concern out of his voice. He didn’t know what was in store for him tonight and it made him nervous. He didn’t want to let go of the title, but he didn’t want to let go of Elisha either.


Trish was sorting through her outfits in her dressing room when a creeping feeling fell over her. She couldn’t get Mickie’s note out of her head. Something wasn’t right and it was bothering her. She could sense that the girl had been more than upset when she saw how close Trish was getting to Chavo. She didn’t want to hurt the girls feelings, but the Women’s champion just wanted to have feelings for someone again. She’d gone on hiatus in the love circle for over a year and focused on her career instead. The girl had kissed her and she was angry for it, but felt bad with the way she’d yelled at her. It may have pushed Mickie over the edge. What she could do when she snaps, Trish didn’t know.

Frustrated she threw one of her tops back into the suitcase and kicked it into the corner. She ran a hand through her thick mane of blonde hair and scratched the back of her skull. What could she do now? Should she pursue Mickie and ask if everything was okay? Or should she let it go and hope for the best? It was one hell of a time for such drama to be happening with the Saturday Night Event returning at the end of the week and Wrestlemania less then a month away.

“GOD!” She yelled and slumped to her knees, looking to the ceiling for help. She was in pain all over, she hadn’t slept well in weeks and now the woman who’d been saving her ass, whether she’d admit it or not, was upset and a basket case.

She had enough of sitting in her room and letting her anger fester. She grabbed a bottle of water from her suitcase and closed her door angrily behind her. She needed to run, get that high that made her feel good. It was early to be warming up, but maybe if she did steps she would feel better.



John grabbed his suitcase and opened it to remove some showering items he always kept in there. “I’m going to shower. Feel free to stay, but if you leave, please, please be careful.” He whispered to Elisha as he walked toward her. “I worry about you.” He stated before running a hand over her soft cheek. She was beautiful even when she was tired. He smiled at her before turning and heading for the singular bathroom adjoining his locker room. He closed the door behind him and stripped down, folding his clothes neatly on the counter. He turned the shower on to nearly a searing temperature to get out of his head for a while. If he psyched himself out before the show had even started he was setting himself up for failure. 


Less than an hour later Trish was out of breath as she placed her hands on her knees. She felt better after getting her stress out by running. It hadn’t done well for her knee though. It was throbbing and she had to wince slightly. The bitch had done a number to it and she didn’t know if she could wrestle again without some sort of brace.

The Canadian swept her hair back and stood. She was at the top of the arena and it looked amazing when empty. She hardly got to see the ring from this point of view and she was left breathless. She gazed around and tried to imagine what it would be like tonight. There was no way to be sure with crowds always possessing different energies.

Breathing in deep she started down. She was on a mission tonight and that was to make her match one of the best of her career. True, it was only RAW, but it was in her hometown and she felt she owed the people one of her best. Maybe she would be able to rest easier afterwards. She’d been in a funk of bad matches and tonight could turn it around.

When she walked behind the curtain and down the hall she felt someone was watching her. She turned around and saw Lita leaning against the wall with a smirk on her face. “What’s wrong, Trish? Love life in the ditch? Your girlfriend leave you?” she broke into a characteristic laugh that only she could possess. The Women’s champ would ignore her any other night, but tonight she was hardly in the mood to tolerate the woman who’d once been her best friend.

Trish started for her and Lita’s laughter stopped. “Help!” She screamed in her screeching voice and began to run. Trish ran after her until they reached the stretch that the locker rooms were on where she caught up with her. Cameramen were filming by now and no doubt what was going to happen next would be a segment on air later. Trish could care less honestly. She’d been wanting to get her hands on the bitch for months.

“Come on Lita, can’t back up your words?” She asked before grabbing the red head by the hair and steering her into large black outfit trunks. “Huh? What’s that? Did you say stop? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you!” Trish yelled and slapped Lita across the face. The Rated R diva screamed and speared Trish to the floor. 

They began rolling back and forth, each seeking to gain the advantage. “Bitch!” Trish yelled and tried to punch her from the bottom. Lita screamed and began to try and smash the Women’s champions head onto the floor. Trish reversed the positions and punched her nemesis in the jaw. Before she could throw another she felt hands clamping on her arms and pulling her off of Lita.

“Let me go! I’m going to kick her ass!” Trish yelled as referees fought to separate them. Trish kicked out and fought the arms that held her at bay. She eventually escaped and speared into Lita, slamming her back first into the wall, then they were both throwing punches again.

_darth - 6-10-2007 at 05:30 PM
Considering he was almost positive he wasn't going to have any matches tonight [as it had been for a while], Chavo didn't arrive at the arena early. Sure, he could've been a good wrestler and showed up before he had to, maybe get some gym time in, but he just wasn't motivated enough. He felt lethargic...he'd slept just fine, hell, better than most nights, but now he couldn't wake up fully. A yawn snuck up on him and forced a deep inhale, as if proving a point with his thoughts. Shouldering his gear bag, he shook off the yawn and nudged the door of his low-rider shut, almost forgetting to check if it was locked.

Once inside the huge arena, the Guerrero padded slowly down the hallways towards the locker rooms, any trace of his traditional swagger gone, saved for happier times. Half of him scolded himself to snap out of the pessimistic mood, reminding him that it was RAW...anything could happen. He gave a halfhearted smile, figuring worst comes to worst, he could see if Trish needed an escort to the ring. Heh.

Chavo had just rounded a corner when he was shoved aside by a cameraman, his equipment ready and shouldered.

"What the hell...?"

He mused aloud. Normally he might've taken offence...that was pretty rude. But the man had seemed to be in a hurry, like he was missing something crucial. Chavo knew he wasn't late...the show didn't start for at least another hour. That was when he heard voices, amplified by the relatively small corridor, echoing from a ways down. Higher pitched, angry voices, and shrieks. What the hell! Not liking the sound of that, Chavo's brow furrowed and he frowned, picking up his pace and jogging after the techie.

Seconds later, the hallway got crowded where several other cameramen surrounded some sort of commotion, staying back far enough to stay out of it, but close enough to get their shot. Returning the late techie's favour, the Latino dropped his bacg outside the circle and squeezed his way past the cameras.

"Trish!" He was legitimately surprised to find her in the middle of the chaos. RAW hadn't started rolling yet, so there must have been a valid reason for the Canadian Champ to be pummelling...Lita [it took him a second to identify her in the fray]. "Trish!!" He tried again, throwing himself into the clusterfuck, narrowly missing an unintentional elbow to the face and finally managing to get his arms around the furious blonde Diva. "Easy, chica, easy!" He pulled her back, struggling against and ignoring her fierce physical and verbal protests. Though he was a Cruiserweight, he still had a few inches and quite a few pounds of muscles advantage over Trish, and was able to drag her back, away from the other woman. Lita looked just as pissed from the ground, wiping blood from her nose as she spat curses and insults at the retreating pair. Getting frustrated with the huddled cameramen, Chavo kept a hold on Trish as he shouldered back outside their circle, knowing at least half of them would follow, the other half staying with the red-haired Diva.

"Mamacita, get a hold of yourself!" Chavo growled his plea, trying to get the Women's Champ as far away from the other as possible. If he had to drag her the whole way, he would. He knew this was the last thing Trish needed before a big night in her hometown.

dirty.angel - 6-10-2007 at 11:48 PM
They say time flies when you’re having fun. And it was true, but with less than an hour to go, Elisha was getting bored, and she was definitely getting frustrated. John was doing his warm up or whatever, which was expected and it wasn’t that, she knew better than most John needed to be focused on a match. It was that she couldn’t leave the bloody locker room. Sure, she was free to go at anytime, but after what John had said, she’d just feel guilty. So, she’d just planted herself on the chair, going through boring magazine after boring, she’d listened to a few tunes on her I-Pod, but all it did was make her more restless. She’d wanted to go out and talk to people; she definitely wanted some food, because damn she was hungry, but probably most importantly she wanted her dad. Didn’t every girl? Like when they fell off their bike and grazed their knee, they ran off crying to their daddy’s? Well, this was Elisha falling of her bike and grazing her knee. Only, slightly more dangerous…

It was getting close to RAW maybe fifteen or so minutes until the fireworks went up. As she’d sat there for god knows how long in silence, she’d come up with a little plan inside her head. She knew it’d work, and it would leave an impact, but it’d distract Shawn and John from their matches. Of course, she didn’t want that, but, she needed to make a point: That you couldn’t do that to Elisha Michaels without getting away with it. And as selfish as it seemed, she didn’t care what John or Shawn went through after she did this. Because this was just as much her fight that they needed to let her fight in. She knew this was wrong, and it was, it went against everything the doctors had said, and what she’d promised John, but she needed to do it. God, she hoped they’d understand.

After searching around in her bag for a while, she found a pen and one of her yellow sticky notes, which, she carried around just in case. She wrote a small, but to the point message to John before sticking it where she knew he’d look: his championship bag. 
“ Hey Baby, just borrowing your hoodie and one of your hats, hope you don’t mind!  Elisha Xo.” Hopefully the smiley face and the love heart brightened up his day just a little. She slipped John’s hoodie over her, which yes, it did drown her, and picked up one of his many hats, which she was sure he was given for free all the time. She headed out the locker room, and away from the backstage area. Eventually, every corridor looked the same but she got to where she needed to be. There she was, standing right near the barrier with a mass of people. She wasn’t in the crowd….oh yes she was.

It seemed people knew who she was, but didn’t make a meal of it. Just seemed like she was there to support the people she loved, and didn’t want to get involved. But they were wrong, she longed to get involved with this, she already was involved with this. And after what she was about to do, she’d definitely be involved.

Here comes the money!!!!

The music made her want to puke. After what he’d done to her last night, even just the thought of Shane McMahon repulsed her. Last night he hadn’t just gotten to John and Shawn, he’d made her vulnerable. And she’d never felt like that before, and quite frankly, she didn’t want to feel like that again. It wasn’t the physical pain she couldn’t deal with, that was second to none in this business; it was the emotional and mental turmoil she was being put through. She didn’t need this, nor did she want this. All she wanted, was for John and Shawn to be getting along, which they were, and for everyone to be going about their normal business, unfortunately that wasn’t happening. When Shane started talking, she didn’t want to listen, though she knew she had to. She had to wait for the opportune moment….

“ Last night, at No Way Out, I did something….something people have been scared to do for a long time. I attacked John Cena from the core. I found out what he treasured most, and I used it against him. I made sure I made Cena feel pain. I made sure, he’d never been hurt so bad before. And he was still walking by the end of the night. You see, John Cena isn’t as tough as you all think. He has a soft side; he lets his emotion get in the way sometimes. More importantly, he puts the ones he loves at risk of being hurt. I’m not talking about his Mother or his Father. I’m talking about the one person, who makes John Cena feel whole. His girlfriend….and after what I did to her last night…he’s lucky he still has a girlfriend” 

The crowd was booing, and Shane had that smug look on his face. If she didn’t act now, she wouldn’t get her chance. So, she hopped over the barrier, and really, she just looked like some random wanting to get airtime for something. But rest assured she wasn’t. When Shane’s back was turned, and he was blabbering about something, she grabbed a cold, steel chair and slid into the ring. God, she’d forgotten how much that hurt. The cheers were louder than ever as Shane turned around, he walked right into it. Without thinking, she threw the chair at him, making damn sure he caught it, before throwing that leg up, into what would have had to have been one of her most powerful Sweet Chin Music’s ever. Still no one knew who she was, and they probably thought she was Shawn. After all, that was his move. The pain, in her torso was worse than ever after that, but she couldn’t let that show. She tossed off one of John’s hat and didn’t even notice where it went. Her attention was on the bastard lying in pain on the floor. After muttering a few distasteful words, Elisha made her way out of the ring, that all so familiar Michael’s smirk on her face. What was she thinking? 

Finally when she made it through the black curtain, she didn’t know what to feel. Was she meant to feel guilty? She knew she felt pain, but it felt so good doing what she did. But now she didn’t know where to go. She knew if she went back to John’s locker room, he may explode at her, and she knew Trish was in no mindset to deal with her, what about Shawn’s? He’d understand he’d made stupid decisions like that over the years. But she had to think quick. The Royal Family knew she was here, and would probably do anything to hurt her; after all, she did just take out the Precious Prince.


Shawn had watched every single minute of RAW. Ever since the first firework went up, he’d been watching. Wondering what would happen. But what he saw he didn’t expect. He really didn’t. He thought his little girl was back at the hotel resting. Well, he was certainly wrong. Unfortunately he’d listened to what Shane had, had to say. He’d listened to him ramble on about the night before. The way he spoke about his friend like that, more importantly the way Shane spoke about his daughter like that, it made him feel ill. Elisha and John weren’t people to mess with, more importantly they weren’t people you’d want to get on the bad side of. John, he could do a lot of damage, and Elisha when she was back at full health, she could get nasty. Shane was just digging himself a hole.

He was shocked to say the least when Elisha pulled that stunt. She’d never been one to do something like that. She was always a little bit more quieter, she took it out during a match and wasn’t one to do it outside. But, he figured it must have been important. He watched, he saw that glint in her eye, the sign that meant you were running on adrenaline. That, you hadn’t thought things through properly and you were just acting out on feelings. He’d had that look a thousand and one times. Shawn knew by the looks of things that Elisha was in pain. She wasn’t showing it, but he knew, and he wanted to be there for her. He kinda had this feeling she’d come to him, John would be going though something intense, and she wouldn’t want to have made that any worse by trying to explain her actions. So when he felt a knock on his door, he opened quickly and let her in. There was time to explain everything now, but he didn’t need an explanation. He kinda understood, and he’d have a feeling deep down. John would too. He might’ve be a little angry, a little upset that she didn’t think of him. But Elisha was doing what she thought was right, she was putting herself on the line for Shawn and John. And that to Shawn was explanation enough.

Yunalesca - 9-10-2007 at 12:25 AM
“Godamnit! Let me go!” Trish screamed at Chavo and kicked out at her adversary who was being dragged away by officials who’d heard the commotion. She sported a bloody nose and a bad temper, claiming she would ruin the Canadians career one day.

“Fucking bitch!” Trish yelled and slipped out of Chavo’s arms, stalking to his locker room where she slumped into his couch. She was beyond angry. The rivalry had been there since the first time they’d met. They’d learned to become friends once, but everyone knew one time the hatred would boil over and the feud of the century would erupt.

Trish rose and kicked over a table. She never threw tantrums, but she’d never been this angry in her life. There was too much history between the two divas for there to be any reconciliation. She had a feeling the fighting wouldn’t stop until one or both of them were gone from the business. She wasn’t going first though, at least without beating Lita to make her remember her forever.

The table wasn’t enough for her so she found a vase and smashed it against the wall. She would be embarrassed after she was done, but she didn’t give a damn at the moment. Everything had decided to crash down on her within the last week and the red head was taking advantage of it. If Trish wasn’t smart she would go and find the woman and take her out, but no doubt she was whining to Edge and trying to get him to deal with it. Trish had faced both Christian and Jericho once with Lita, but that was a long time ago and Trish didn’t think she could deal with a top tier male on her own. God she’d been played. She didn’t think she could forgive Chris for what he did even though it turned out to be sincere.

“I hope she goes to McMahon, I want her tonight. I want to rip her fucking hair out!” She screamed. This was uncharacteristic and she realized it when she began to calm down. She took a deep breath and slumped into a chair. She had no idea what Chavo was thinking about her.




John was on stand-by for comment to Shane when he was distracted from his thoughts by an interruption. He watched the monitor and saw Elisha take out the silver spoon son with a chair. He’d told her to stay out of sight and she went and did the opposite. He shouldn’t have been surprised given who her father was, but he was hot about it. He was trying to protect her, even if it came out sounding selfish. She meant more to him then she knew. He sometimes didn’t know how to react to a relationship because he hadn’t had one since he broke into the business. He’d always been completely focused on his career and now someone he loved was interfering. He didn’t know how to handle it. He knew he could spread time between both, but when Elisha went against his requests for her safety he felt himself close away from her. It’d turned into habit and it upset him.

“John! John Cena get your ass out here right now!” yelled a familiar voice deep with bass and rage. “I’m not joking you little sunova…”

“Vince, Vince, calm yourself before you have an aneurism.” John laughed, though it was empty. He couldn’t get his mind off Elisha. He shook it off and looked into the camera knowing Vince was seething that he had the balls to defy him and stay in the back and answer him. He wasn’t about to go down to the ring and get jumped.

“You little audacious bastard I’m going to…”

“Shut up!” John yelled, the intensity flowing through his face. He turned red and his veins began to bulge. “You listen to me, Vince. Just because you’re the owner doesn’t mean you can push people around and have them beat to a pulp. No, you just sit there and shut up.” John pointed to the screen when he saw Vince start forward and say something. To his satisfaction Vince stepped back toward his son. He looked slightly frightened.

“I’m not standing for this anymore. I know what you’re thinking; you’re going to strip me of my title. Let me ask you something. You honestly think doing that is going to stop me from hunting you down and making you pay for what you’ve done? You’ve made a monster, Vince, and it’s coming for you!” Had he seen his own face he may have been terrified. He saw Vince nearly trip over himself when he backed up to the ropes.

“You…John I’m telling you to control your damn girlf…”

“This has nothing to do with her. I’m not talking about her, I’m talking about you and me. Throw whatever you want at me Vince, I’m just going to come back stronger and when I finally catch up with you. You’ll be sorry!” He yelled then turned away and with the belt slung over his shoulder. If everyone was wise they’d be staying out of his way tonight.

“Alright John, alright. You’ve got a match tonight. No, no.” Vince looked around, crazed. “You’ve got TWO matches tonight. Yeah, yeah. And you’re facing…facing…Triple H and…and…UMAGA!”

dirty.angel - 9-10-2007 at 10:33 PM
“ Dad, I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life. I wasn’t thinking I just did, and now I’m gonna get John into so much trouble, and you, and it’s going to make everyone’s’ situation worse. And not to mention how much John is going to hate me, didn’t you hear? He has two matches now because of me. He’s just going to be so angry at me, I should have listened to him, he’s going to hate me, he’s going to dump me, find someone better, man….he’s just….”

“ Whoa...Whoa…Whoa…’Lisha, calm down for second. Every heard of a thing called breathing? You’re right, you did just make a huge mistake, you pissed off the wrong people, hell I can’t even say I’m overly happy with what you’ve done. But just calm down would you. Look, you can’t take back what you’ve done. Okay. But we’ll work with what’s happened. John can cope, you know that. He’s gonna be angry, so don’t even try talking to him. But that doesn’t mean he hates you….”

“ Dad, you don’t get it. You don’t understand, I’ve just gone and made the hugest mistake ever. He told me to stay, I was just totally selfish. I wasn’t thinking, I just went and did it. What am I gonna do? McMahon is gonna put me in a match now, John’s got two matches, he’s gonna dump me. You’re angry, I just don’t know what to do…”

It would seem like the younger Michaels was freaking out. And it’s true, she was. She was freaking out bad. There was lack of breathing, which really wasn’t good in her condition. And she was being hysterical. Shawn knew what she was going through, what had gone inside her head. But he couldn’t help but be angry with her. Both Shawn and John wanted best for her, they were looking out for her, but it seemed like she didn’t care. Like she was just throwing their protection back in their faces, but it was more than that. It was that they cared about her, and she didn’t care. He got that she wanted to be independent at the same time, but being independent didn’t mean being stupid.

“ Look. ‘Lisha, I don’t know what John is going to say to you. But don’t expect him to be nice. Okay, if he yells, let him yell and don’t yell back, okay, because he doesn’t need that. You’ve caused enough trouble, you’re just lucky you didn’t do anything worse. I know you were trying to prove a point, but that doesn’t matter in this business. Sometimes it’s better to prove a point with other peoples help. Now go, let John yell at you, then I want you to stay in his locker room. Unless you need food. Got it?”

“ But….Dad….I…..Fine.”

It was all she said, as she retreated back to the original locker room. She was preparing herself for the biggest blasting ever. It was like, walking the death walk as she walked to John’s locker room. The look in his eyes would tell her all she needed to hear, but she’d let him say what he wanted to say. He was allowed to be mad, livid even. He’d asked her to stay safe, he’d asked her to just stay away, go under the radar. But she couldn’t do it. She knew he’d close off from her eventually, and that was definitely what she didn’t want. She loved him, like he wouldn’t imagine. The way he makes her feel is second to none. There had never been a person that made her feel the way he made her feel, there had never been a person who made her smile like the way he made her smile. She couldn’t loose that. Even if she left the WWE or RAW, she couldn’t bear to lose him. 

As she was about to knock on his door, the one person she didn’t want to see came prancing down the hall. Vince, shit, she was going to be in so much shit it wasn’t funny. And an apology behind the scenes wasn’t going to fix anything. Elisha was going to be made an example out of. She knew it.

“ Vince…I….I’m sorry, I didn’t…I wasn’t thinking. And I…I just….I’m sorry, I hope you can accept my apology” It was worth a shot, maybe he’d feel a little sorry for her. But she highly doubted it. 

“ Elisha! Your apologies aren’t going to get you anywhere tonight. They might work on your daddy, or your boyfriend. But they don’t work with me. Seems like you injuries aren’t as extensive as we were told. After all, you weren’t meant to be able to wrestle. But considering you seem up to it. Thought I’d inform you. You have a match tonight. Against….my son SHANE!”

Elisha just looked at him, horrified. She was speechless. He couldn’t do that. Could he? There was one thing Elisha could think of right now. And that was one simple word. Fuck.
She was screwed, and that was putting it nicely. If she didn’t fight, she’d be in more trouble. But if she did, she’d make everything just so much worse for herself. But she had to do it. First, there was something she needed to do. She needed to swallow her pride, apologise, explain and get yelled at. It was the only thing she could do. It might not make it any better. But it couldn’t really get much worse could it?

_darth - 14-10-2007 at 01:49 AM
Once they were safely inside his locker room, away from the chaos, Chavo had stood back, letting Trish vent. He figured he'd have her rage run its course before he intervened, but began to think otherwise when things began to fly. First a table flipped over, then a vase, shattered against the wall. The Latino sighed, knowing she had to get it out of her system, but not at the risk of his locker room. He'd never seen her this hot.

Finally he stepped forward, hands up, prepared to block anything that might come his way. "Trish..."

He cringed and faltered at her scream, but let out a sigh of relief when she sank into a chair nearby. Maybe she was finally cooling down.

"Hey chica..." He knelt down by her so they were more level. He sure as hell didn't want to set her off again, but he wanted to make sure she was breathing now. "Listen, you have more than every right and reason to be pissed." He glanced over his shoulder at the mess she'd caused, chuckling slightly. "But hey, what'd the stuff in here do, ese? There's gotta be a more productive way to let this out. You want her tonight?" The flash in her eyes was confirmation enough. "Easy, easy. Not here. You know how she is, she's probably bitchin at her man right now, if not Vince already. You know how he is, he'll wanna see you two fight it out." 

But give Lita an unfair advantage, more than likely...

"You'll get your match. But until then, who knows what could happen. This whole goddamn locker room's gone loco, an some of us have targets on our backs. We can't get careless, or Vince and Shane will pull somethin else. So please, Trish, I gotta ask you. Be careful tonight. I don't think I'm gonna have any matches tonight, so please...let me stick with you? We're better off that way than alone on separate paths...."

Yunalesca - 15-10-2007 at 12:36 PM
Trish looked at Chavo and nodded in agreement. She’d be getting her hands on Lita, but not in the way she wanted. She wanted her where no rules applied. Maybe a street fight like she’d had with Victoria some time ago. But then it could weaken her for Wrestlemania which was just around the corner. The two women would tear each other apart, no questions asked. Trish had been cruel to Lita, but the woman had done the same in turn. She always brought up her past with the Boss and it bothered the Women’s champ to no end. She wanted to forget that part of her life and her career and prove to people she was at the top because she deserved it. Had she once held the title while providing favors to the elder McMahon? No, it’d all been a plan from to near get-go in any case. Linda had struck a deal with the blond Canadian and each stuck to their word. Trish would aid Linda so long as she somehow worked a way for Trish to get a shot at the title and prove her athleticism. Of course she had to chip a bone in her ankle first and come back from a long rehabilitation process and doing to Excess show every weekend with Jonathin Coachman and sometimes Michael Cole. That had enhanced her mic skills though. When she came back she sounded like a pro compared to the first time when she’d looked like a deer caught in the headlights according to King.

“I appreciate your support…And your concern Chavo. You don’t know what that means to me.” She smiled and reached across to him and squeezed his leg. She felt something spark inside her again and she pulled away. She still remained locked onto his eyes and she saw emotion swimming so deeply within. A fire that was constantly present as well as emotion that appeared to be lust or love. Trish felt herself fall sway to the intensity and forced herself to stand and look away. “I should go and get ready. We’ll be starting soon.” She said and exited.



Less than an hour later Trish was reading the card and saw her original match with Ashley against Victoria and Candice scratched and replaced with an inter-gender tag of her and Chavo against Lita and her man-candy, Edge. She cursed silently at the paper. She’d wanted Lita alone, but she should’ve known better than to think the broad would actually make it fair for Trish to wipe the mat with her. She growled and knew both her fight with her earlier and Lita’s pleadings with the Boss would air before their match later in the evening. They were semi-main and it meant they had to put on a good show. Trish would do whatever it took to make sure it was good, even if that meant attempting to take on Edge in the middle of the ring. She hoped that didn’t have to happen. She’d taken a spear from him once and it’d hurt like hell, bruising her ribs.

Sighing she ran a hand through her hair and looked down at herself. She wore her tan and teal outfit this night, thinking it would be better then her normal black and pink attire. She was growing tired of it and she was sure so were the fans. She’d have to start a new line soon. She was all about looking good inside the ring as well as out. She designed all her clothes for the ring and it kept the fans happy as well as herself.




John was unapproachable by anyone as he stalked the halls looking for Vince. He was irate and nothing could contain him. He very well could be thrown out of the building tonight, but he didn’t care. He was tired of bowing down to authority. It wasn’t his style and he was about to make sure McMahon knew it. He rounded the corner to the families’ locker room and was stopped by a group of five security guards before the door.
“Oh, John, glad you stopped by.” McMahon said as he straightened his suit jacket. “You’ve got the second match tonight…oh and, the main event. Such a busy boy tonight aren’t we?” Vince laughed and started to walk away.

“You…” He went for the boss, but was held back by the guards. 

“No, don’t arrest him. He’s got a big night and I’d hate to dissatisfy our fans. Good luck champ, I’ll be watching.” He cackled and walked away.





John Cena blasted through the gorilla position and to the ramp without so much a look at anyone else. He didn’t even do his normal salute as he stomped down to the ring with his belt slung over his shoulder. He was angry and even the fans could sense that. They cheered and he didn’t hear them. Lillian announced his name and he didn’t hear. He simply got in the ring, handed his belt to the ref and ran the ropes. Umaga was first and thankfully he was going to have a few matches between to heal.

Umaga’s music hit and John didn’t give him a chance to get in the ring. The chain gang soldier slid through the ropes and started throwing punches, taking down the big Samoan. He’d caught him off guard and he used that to his advantage. He wasn’t going to let this get in the ring. He would get himself disqualified but he was going to make a statement.

Grabbing him by the hair, John whirled the ‘bulldozer’ into the stairs. He connected with a sick thud heard throughout the arena. John didn’t give him a chance to rise. Instead he began punching him again. Umaga was still stronger though and rose against him and shoved him back. John rolled into the barricade and looked up just in time to see the Samoan running at him and then he connected with Johns head. Everything started to go black and Cena fell over to his side. His ears rang and he fought to keep his eyes open. Everything was blurred and he felt really sick.

The bell rang and referee Jimmy Korderas called for help as he jumped outside the ring and checked on the champ.



“What is wrong with that man?” Trish said more to herself than to Chavo. Lita and Edge would be coming up behind them in a minute. She did NOT want to be in the area when it happened. Someone would walk away without a hair on their head. If she had it her way, Edge and lita would be bald.

“Trish, Chavo, you’re up.”

Trish started forward and went through the curtain along with the Latino when her music hit. The fans screamed for them, but Trish only put on fake smiles. She was focused on the match.

It was mostly a blur to the Women’s champ. Chavo was in the ring most of the time, expertly wearing down Edge. It was then that he tagged in the red haired diva and, being a gentleman, Chavo tagged in the Canadian. She had the upper hand the whole time until Edge took out Chavo on the outside in a cheap shot and Lita overturned the momentum. 

Right when Trish went for a Chick Kick Lita ducked and blindsided the blonde with a forearm. Trish stumbled over to the ropes with a hand to her jaw. The ref was distracted with checking on Chavo. Edge slid into the ring and when Trish turned around she was hit with a ferocious spear. Her head cracked against the mat and her ribs were on fire. “Stay down, bitch!” Edge told her before sliding out of the ring. The ref turned around and counted the three as Lita covered the Canadian.

Trish rolled her head back and forth, trying to keep herself awake. It hurt just to breath and her head was pounding. She brought her hands around her head and held them there, trying not to cry. It hurt so much.

dirty.angel - 15-10-2007 at 09:54 PM
Elisha had been sitting in the shared DIVA locker room watching John’s match. She felt horrible, if it wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t be in this situation. There was nothing she could do to stop whatever was happening, she’d probably just make it worse. But she so badly wanted to help. When Jimmy Korderas called for help, she knew something was wrong. John didn’t just go down like that, he had to be hurt. He had to be okay though, he had another match, and everyone knew Vince would make him fight fit or not. All Elisha could do was sit and watch as her mistake cost everyone. 

“ Just calm down….he’s not the champ for nothing” if she told herself that, maybe everything would be alright. Maybe John would be okay, it could just be a hard knock he got right? All the while these thoughts were going through her head, she’d missed Trish and Chavo’s match, and hadn’t even focused on her own. Things were just going to go from bad to worse for Lil’ Michaels. 

As she took one last look in the mirror, her heavily bandaged injuries visible in the short singlet she wore. She was screwed, and everyone knew it, but she couldn’t give up. She just couldn’t, there had to be a way for her to fight this. With one final look in the mirror, she made sure her laces were tight, and that everything sat fine. No matter what she did, she couldn’t protect her injuries, there was just no way. Finally, after one last deep breath, she walked out the dressing room. And it was like walking the death march towards the entrance. 

It felt like there were voices inside her head, chiming in when she really didn’t need it. God, this hadn’t happened in a long time. Doubt, she never doubted herself, well, she hadn’t in a long time. But now those voices were coming back to haunt her. 

“ Look what you’ve done, you’ve screwed everything up with John, and you’re just gonna fail…fail…loose….god, what kind of person are you?”

“ Way to go. You may as well call your own funeral. You’re going to get pummelled. Why couldn’t you just sit back and stay out of it for a while?” 

“ Like you’re going to even have a chance! You’re….a diva, and an injured one at that. Why don’t you just lay down and let him pin you? It’s not like you’d be able to beat him anyway” 

She reached the entrance, knowing she had just a little bit more time, because Trish and Chavo were still out there, god knows what Trish had gone through. And as much as she wanted to be a good friend, like Trish had been to her. ‘Lisha knew she had to focus. A monitor close to the entrance showed what was going on in the ring, and she really felt horrible. What could she do? Trish at least had Chavo, and that really was the best thing for Trish, right now, Elisha had no one.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and it sounded like there was more than one. She hoped to god Shane would come out alone. But everybody knew she was dreaming. Shane McMahon was the golden child of the business, and everybody who wasn’t on his bad side would do anything for him. Especially to get ahead in the business. That really wasn’t a good sign. If they had people like Umaga and Triple H on their side, Elisha may as well just lay down and let them go for their life. When she looked down at the hall, the whole McMahon protégé followed. 
She was….now she was really starting to worry. What was going to happen to her when she was in the ring? What rule was Shane going to bend to make sure Elisha suffered? She looked at the people who were about to make her life a living hell, for the next what…twenty minutes. Umaga was there, and after seeing how easily he put John out, Elisha was scared shitless. And there being the Silver Spoon Prince, was the man who was like another father, the man who she had called ‘Uncle Hunter’ for a big part of her life. And there, he stood, ready to beat the crap out of her. 

When Trish and Chavo passed her in the entrance, Chavo seemingly helping Trish towards the doctors office, seemed like the doctor’s office would be the local hangout instead of a food restaurant after the show. Elisha waited until her music played, and she was happy to get out of there, quickly getting out of the backstage area and onto the ramp. She put on those fake smiles, but it was evident that she wasn’t quite right. Apart from being conscious of the pain that she felt all over, she was scared, and she had no one. John was pissed off at her and she didn’t expect him to come out, and Shawn was probably with John doing what he did best.

She reached the ring and stood there, eyes on the ramp, as Shane’s damn music started and he pranced around like the little asshole that he was. She watched, as he and his ‘bodyguards’ approached the ring. Her heart beat grew faster as Shane approached her and the bell rang. Now there really was no where to go and no where to hide.


Shawn, who was lucky enough not to have a match, thankfully it’d been scratched. He had his daughter, and his probable son in law to look after. Hopefully he wouldn’t be a son in law too soon. As much as he liked John and he was a nice fella, he was just, slightly concerned about what their relationship was built on. It could just be something physical. He’d seen relationships in this business deteriorate and the last thing he wanted to see was his little girl heart broken over some guy with a big shiny belt. That was the last thing he wanted. But as much as he wanted to believe it was all just physical, and nothing emotional, but the past few weeks, he’d seen his baby girl go through a hell of a lot, and he’d seen her lay her trust in one persons’ hand. And that was John’s. 

Now, he sat in the doctors’ room. Watching as John got checked over. He wasn’t there to check up on him. He was there to be a good friend. The doctors gave John the once over and it seemed as if they said he was in the all clear. ‘Just knocked the wind out of him.’ But there was something about the way John was acting. Shawn could tell there was still a heap of anger to be let out, probably in his next match. But he needn’t let that get to him. Shawn knew first hand what it was like to be in the squared circle with Triple H. You weren’t just going to go through physical pain, but emotional as well. Triple H played of people’s emotions, that was why he was so good, and with the way John was at the moment, he was going to need a place to vent.

The TV had been on in the doctors room, and Shawn had glanced at Trish and Chavo’s match every so often. Everything was just getting worse, and every ones emotions were on high level. He hadn’t seen Elisha since her little emotional breakdown in his locker room, but he did have a feeling Vince or Shane would be on the lookout to get her to fight. So when he heard his daughters’ music, it just confirmed his thoughts. And he knew this time it wasn’t her fault. He glanced over at John, and he could see something beginning to flare up inside him. Probably seeing his girlfriend inside the ring with the three people he despised was setting him off a little. 

Shawn, he was getting a little angry. How could someone put his daughter through that pain when they knew she shouldn’t even be there. But he couldn’t just go out guns blazing. He needed to keep it inside, he’d use it when he needed it. This, this skill came with years of experience. He never used to be like this. He was a lot like John, just…a lot smaller.

“ You alright Johnny boy? You got a bit of a headache?” he asked with a small grin, “ Come on, you wanna come rescue ‘Lisha? Or you gonna just….I dunno, I mean we can both be angry at her later. But right now, I’d much rather tonight not see her in an ambulance….So you coming or not?”


{{OoC; I apoligise for my crappy post guys!!!}}

_darth - 16-10-2007 at 02:01 PM
Shit...well that didn't exactly turn out very well...

Given the standard, perfectly bearable amount of pain Chavo was in, and the situation he'd found himself in, it wasn't too surprising that he was able to find biting cynicism in his remarks. Moving somewhat gingerly from the lingering throbbing his body felt from the collision he'd endured with the immovable arena barrier [no thanks to Edge], he pulled himself through the ropes, kneeling in the center of the ring next to Trish. He carefully reached out a hand to her. It was obvious that she'd been fucked over by Edge in those few seconds the Latino was out of commison. He glared up the ramp at the winning ream, his eyes burning. If looks could kill...

Resisting the urge to curse at them or exact some much deserved, physically-gratifying revenge, he turned his attention back down to his partner, the emotion in his eyes softening. He noticed that the ref had stayed, and stood by her side as well. Regardless of his checking over her, it was obvious the Canadian would require in the least a trip to the locker room doctor.

"I'll take her back...thanks for the help."

Chavo nodded at the ref, grateful that he was there to help him get Trish out of the ring.

"Careful, chica...." He gently took one of her hands and pulled her arm over his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her waist for maximum support. "We'll get you taken care of, Trish. ...can you walk alright? I can carry you..." Though he didn't want her to hurt herself more in anyway, he wanted to save her dignity, let her be able to walk back to the locker room standing tall, beaten, yeah, but not broken. She was still the Women's Champ and he knew she wouldn't want to look weak in any way.

Once they'd made it back up the ramp and safely behind the curtain, he noticed and nearly ran into Elisha. He briefly made eye contact and nodded at her too, murmuring a "Good luck, ese...". Damn, that look in her eye. She was screwed too, and knew it. God!! How far would McMahon fucking take this? Chavo knew the saying 'Good guys finish last'...was Vince bound and determined to prove it?

He swallowed hard and focused on the task at hand. Trish needed the doctor, and Elisha...well, he could only hope and pray she'd get some backup somehow.

Yunalesca - 23-10-2007 at 02:56 PM
Trish walked back to the doctor with Chavo’s support and one of her hands holding the back of her head. She’d seen Lita take worse with her head bouncing off a ladder from the spear, but she felt like that’s what she’d just done. With her head drooped she could see bruises forming around her midsection already. He’d nailed her good, harder then he hit some men. It’d just become personal and no longer an ordeal between Lita and the Women’s Champion.

“Trish, sit here and I’ll have a look at you.” The locker room medic said while patting an exam table. She didn’t see John anywhere and figured he was in more extensive care. He might even have a concussion, but he wouldn’t admit it. Too headstrong for it.

“Ouch. Damnit that hurts…” she growled as the doctor prodded her ribs.

“They’re not broken. One or two might be slightly cracked, but otherwise just bruised. Let me check your vision.” He said and pulled out a light.

“Few bruises to add to the collection,” she sighed as the flashlight passed in front of her eyes. She was seeing spots as her pupils adjusted.

“No concussion, but you’re a little dazed. Take it easy for a few days. You need some rest before the Main Event. You’re cleared.” He announced and put way his things.

“Care to take me back to my room, ese?” She asked lightly, poking Chavo with his common word. She smiled sweetly with a hint of seduction in her eyes. Despite losing she was feeling well and rather flirtatious. She had a feeling that she’d be getting into her other perfume once she reached the locker room.




John looked at Shawn like he’d grown another head. He was offering companionship was what he was really doing and it was just a little hard to accept after the way they’d beat each other not long ago. But it appeared they had a common enemy, and a common love, to fight for.

“That’s the best damn thing you’ve said to me yet.” He said and stood, though slightly shaky. Maybe he’d get lucky and all hell would break loose so he’d be sans a match. He forgot his anger with Elisha and started for one of the back entrances to the ring. It would be far more dramatic if he jumped over a barrier and Shawn came down the ramp. “I’m going in through the crowd. Take the ramp.” He said before leaving Shawn. He didn’t like giving orders, but he didn’t have time to stop and make suggestions.



John calmly walked through the throng of people that sought to touch him through the security that surrounded him. The plan was working, Shawn was coming down the ramp so McMahon thought only the cheers were for him. John slipped over the barricade and stood to the side of the commentary table with intensity in his eyes and his arms crossed over his chest. He watched the match, or rather watched Elisha try to devise a plan to beat the stronger Shane.

Shane had a smirk of satisfaction on his face until he turned around and saw John staring him down. His confidence dropped and he looked like he was going to wet himself. He quickly looked back at the ramp and yelled for his dad who turned around and possessed much the same look. Apparently they’d thought Cena unable to be present. He turned to Triple H and mouthed something quickly and the big man started for John.

The champ was ready and the two began throwing punches. It wasn’t long before they were over the barricade and fighting towards the back. Triple H’s shirt was torn and hair in distress as they grunted each time a fist hit. John had wanted to take out Shane, but maybe it would be more beneficial to get the henchmen from ringside.

dirty.angel - 24-10-2007 at 10:00 PM
It was like the world was just lifted off her shoulders. She couldn’t help but give a relieved smile when she saw John and Shawn. Her knights in shining armour had come to the rescue, hopefully the wicked witch wouldn’t get her way. Or in this case, his. Elisha looked over at John, who had just gone over the barrier and was fighting his way through the crowd with Triple H, and then to Shawn, who was eying off Vince and Umaga, finally she looked back at Shane. Right now, Shane was pretty much nothing, he’d had his backup taken away and now, now it was just him and Elisha.

But that wasn’t to say Elisha wasn’t scared, because she really was fucking scared. Shane was a guy, and he had strength, Elisha was a diva, with extensive injuries and wasn’t as strong. You weigh it all up. When Shane began to advance on her Elisha kept looking for a way out, if she stepped out of the ring she’d be toppled by Umaga, if she stayed in the ring the Silver Spoon Prince would try and beat the crap out of her. There was no way she’d be able to fight back, the pain was coming back with full force, but if she tried to reason with Shane…
What, are you kidding like reasoning with a McMahon was ever going to happen? Taking a deep breathe, she made sure everyone else was preoccupied with something. She could go grab a chair, but Shane would just get her coming back in, so there was no point in leaving. She circled the ring a little more, before finally going into a lock up with Shane. There was no other way out of this but to fight. It seemed like Shane began to back off, when Elisha let go and took a few steps, there was Vince telling Shane to ‘Get the hell outta the damn ring.’

Shawn had seemingly yelled some stuff at McMahon and threatened to punch him, that was before Umaga stepped it. All it seemed to do was make McMahon back away. Maybe it was part of their plan, it was obvious you couldn’t hurt Elisha, Shawn, John, Chavo and Trish when they were together, you needed to break them down. But it seemed that when John and Shawn made their arrival present, they didn’t need to be there.
As Mini-McMahon and his father, plus the overly obese Samoan walked backwards towards the entrance as Shawn made sure they weren’t coming back down. So, it was John and Triple H left, fighting it out in the crowd, though it seemed Hunter Hurst Helmsley had managed to flea to backstage after a cheapshot. Shawn headed into the ring, standing by Elisha, just in case she decided to pass out or anything silly. No three of them were going backstage by themselves, if they stuck together they wouldn’t get into any unwanted trouble.

As John retreated back to the ring, all Shawn could do was keep an eye on his daughter. He wasn’t too sure if John was still angry at her, and he did have every right to be, after all, he had a right to be, but Elisha had shown a lot of guts. Not a lot of brains but a lot of guts.

“ You alright ‘Lisha?” Shawn asked looking over at her, she looked okay, just holding onto the ropes casually.

Elisha looked over at Shawn and gave a small nod. “ Yeah…fine” Fine, in Michaels terms meant Freaked out Insecure Neurotic and Emotional. So, yeah, she was definitely feeling fine. It was like the unspoken rule in the Michaels’ family, if someone was fine, you didn’t push it. Most people would say “ Are you sure, you don’t look it” but not in this family, especially these two. Though Shawn was wary of how she felt, he turned his attention to the McMahon clan standing at the top of the stage. After yelling a few obscenities, which should not be repeated in front of children, even his own really, he turned back around to see John arriving back at the ring. Here they were, all three standing tall against the people that could make or break them. 

Elisha looked back at John, unsure of what to actually say once more. The look in her eyes was definitely apologetic, and as sorry as she was, she wasn’t going to vocalise it in front of thousands of people and her dad.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 09:45 AM
_darth - 14-12-2007 at 07:21 PM
Chavo grinned at her and her teasing. He was relieved that she was alright...a little battered, but nothing serious or out of the ordinary for their career lifestyle. And she was obviously feeling well if she could be making smartass yet simplisticly cute comments. Unable to wipe the smile off his face [despite the crazy evening] and matching the glint in her eye, he slipped her arm over her shoulders and helped her off the examination table.

"Yeah, c'mon. Let's get outta here."

RAW was drawing to a close with Elisha's and John's last matches, and probably had only a few more minutes of airtime. The young Guerrero hadn't seen any feed since they got backstage, and in truth, he was almost afraid to. Sticking to the pattern if the last few weeks, it looked like both the Lil Michaels and the Champ were gonna be screwed over....again. But then he hadn't seen John, or Shawn for that matter, since before they went live, so who knew. Maybe they were both out there stickin it to the McMahon, keeping alive the small group's 'safety in numbers' gimmick. It had worked for them before, and he only hoped it would continue to work until this bullshit got sorted out or ended.

Whatever sweat he had worked up during their match had cooled and was beginning to dry by then, giving his still bare chest a slight gleam. He was planning on escorting Trish back to her locker room, helping her walk even if it was necessary, but he wondered if he should grab a shirt from somewhere first. A shower before they left for the evening would be nice, too. Even if they weren't planning on going anywhere. Though he sort of hoped they were, which sparked a thought.

"Hey chica," Chavito began once they were in the corridor. "We're on your home turf. I think you pick the restaurant tonight. Show us around a little, ya? Give us the tour they don't offer at the info center." He winked and couldn't hide his returning grin. Hey, if she wanted playful, she got it.

Yunalesca - 24-1-2008 at 05:01 AM
John looked Elisha in the eyes as he got back in the ring. The sweat was beading on his brow and his eyes were almost frightening, no doubt. He’d left his anger unchecked when he’d fought Triple H in the crowd. Once he got past a certain bar of intensity, he was lost to his strength. He still had his fists balled as well. At that moment he was no the fun loving John Cena that people loved. McMahon had pushed him over the edge, broken him in a way that the chairman hadn’t imagined.

He could see the apologetic look in Elisha’s eyes, but this was neither the time nor place to talk things over. He looked away and nodded to her father in passing as he stepped up closer to the ropes and gripped them until his knuckles turned white. “You want a war, you got it!” He yelled up the ramp at the McMahons, leaning over the ropes and pointing at them. His face turned red and veins started to pop out of his neck. He was pissed just looking at the two standing up there in their posh suits. When Vince turned to remark, John rolled out of the ring and started up the ramp towards him. His ears were ringing from the stress and exertion he was putting on his body, but he didn’t care. All he could see was McMahon trying to destroy everything he loved.

The two millionaires took off at a run to the back and John finally stopped at the top of the ramp. He looked down at his hands and thought about what he could’ve just done. If the two hadn’t run, what would he have done to them? Nothing short of putting them in the hospital no doubt. He took a deep breath and relaxed himself before he turned around and looked at Shawn and Elisha. Slowly he raised his hand to his brow and saluted. With his jaw set he stepped behind the curtain and took refuge in his locker room. He needed to sit and relax, bring his blood pressure down.


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“What makes you think you’re so special?” She asked as she opened the door to her locker room and gestured for him to follow. “Just wait on the couch; I’ll only be a minute.” She said with a grin before grabbing her duffel and taking it with her behind one of the screens. She nearly laughed to herself at how she was teasing him, or making him feel uncomfortable as she changed behind the screen. It was all adult play…for now. She shook her head and pulled out her street clothes.

“So what kind of food do you like?” She asked as she loosened the strings on her wrestling shirt and pulled it over her head. Her blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders and she draped the shirt overtop the screen. Next she loosened her pants and bent over to take them off. She could only imagine what Chavo was thinking if he was watching. Yeah, she’d done this kind of stuff on national television before, but that was for her job, this was different.

She pulled on a pair of tight blue jeans that were sandblasted down the front and then a brown spandex top that was accented with different kinds of teal dots. It was a little low cut, but conservative compared to her ring attire. She had a nice sporty bar and grill in mind for dinner. There was a hockey game on tonight and she hoped Chavo was into sports. There was nothing better for her then a little cheat night of steak and beer. Usually she stuck really close to her protein diet, but she allotted herself a cheat day once or maybe twice a month.

Using a compact she refreshed her make-up and lightly spritzed herself with her more flirtatious perfume. Finally she grabbed her gear and folded it neatly into the duffel as well as her ring boots. Running her fingers through her hair she picked up the bag and stepped away from the screen and towards Chavo. “Going like that, or do you plan on looking civil?” She asked, poking playfully at him with her words. Tonight could be fun.


dirty.angel - 24-1-2008 at 10:41 AM
As John left and went backstage, it left the two Michaels in the ring, who left not long after, jut casually retreating up the ramp. But as casual as it looked, emotions were definitely flaring up. And when the two got backstage, the only thing flaring up would be a Michaels’ temper. There’d be no yelling in the common are of backstage, because that’d be embarrassing for either of them, but there was sure to be some yelling, screaming and not to mention crying going on when they got back to either of their locker rooms. 

Elisha said nothing and kept her head down as the two walked, she was thinking. John hadn’t cared about her apology, vocal or not, it’d seemed he only cared about destroying the McMahon’s out there. What had she gotten herself into? She loved John, she did, but was this how it was going to be? If something went wrong, if Elisha did something John didn’t want, would he just become that closed off person he once was with her? She was sorry for what she did earlier tonight, she’d promised him she’d stay out of trouble and she hadn’t, and Elisha got that, but she’d tried apologising. Too bad it hadn’t entered her head that John was really only out there for one reason only.

Shawn walked into his locker room holding the door open for Elisha, they weren’t far from John’s locker room, but none of that really mattered. Closing the door he turned to look at Elisha, sure, earlier on in the night he’d comforted her about what she’d done, but now he’d had time to think about it, he was pissed. Maybe even a little pissed off at himself. 
“ What were you thinking Elisha? You know better than that!”
“ I told you I’d handle it myself Dad! And maybe if you’d let me I’d actually get somewhere”
“ By yourself? Are you serious? Elisha you’ve got broken ribs, and there was no way in hell you could have dealt with those guys by yourself”
“ This is coming from you? The guy who thinks he can do fucking everything? Who thinks he’s still twenty five? I’m only doing what you would have done in my situation?”
“ Are you kidding me? Elisha there’s a difference between me and you. And sure, maybe if I was twenty five I would have done what you did. But look where I ended up. I can’t do half the stuff I used to do in the ring because I was volatile”
“ Well I’m not you am I dad? I’m not going to make the same stupid mistakes you did! I’ve watched you, every time you go out to that ring, every time you get hit, and you don’t understand what that does to me! So is it such a problem that maybe I’ve mad a mistake or two? Because I know you’ve made more than one or two?”
“ You’re right. I have made a lot of mistakes, but I’ve learnt from them. You haven’t. And you know what you’ve done? You’ve hurt me, because you lied to me, you told me you wouldn’t do anything stupid, and you know you’ve hurt John”
“ Don’t bring him into this dad! You know full well you shouldn’t bring him into this. Whatever, you know what, I’m going” she said picking up her bag, slamming the locker room door shut and heading towards the parking lot. 

She hated fighting with Shawn, she really did. She knew he was right, but she just didn’t want to admit it. The best thing to do was keep walking, or else things would just get worse. Family should just not work together, it was a fact, and these two had just proven it, but like either one was going to let it get in their way of what they wanted. 
Elisha made it to her rental before finally breaking down, one tear fell, then another and they just kept coming after that. She managed to throw her bag into the boot, but she didn’t get in, she moved to the front and sat on the bonnet of the car, looking out from the parking lot across the city. It hadn’t occurred to her that this was what the McMahon’s wanted, she’d just, she’d fought with Shawn, they hardly ever fought, guess it was just another bump in the road.

But John, he was a whole other story, what was she meant to do about him? He’d saved her ass, that was for sure, but he was angry, she wasn’t sure if John was angry at her, or not, but he was angry and there was no way she was going to approach him if he was angry, that’d just make it all worse. Maybe all of this was a bad idea, no, she was doing what she wanted to do, a small argument wasn’t going to stop her, she loved John, and a small bump in the road wasn’t going to wreck what she had with him.

Yunalesca - 3-2-2008 at 03:09 AM
John had jumped in the shower almost as soon as he’d reached his locker room. His head was pounding, the pain finally registering after the adrenaline wore off. He was going to sleep tonight with a big bottle of Advil gel tabs. He should’ve listened to the doctor of course, but what wrestler ever followed the guidelines? It was set in their minds from the time of their first match that they had to work through the pain. If they didn’t and they took time off they would get replaced while they were gone and have to work their way from the bottom again. It’d happened to the best of them and John wasn’t set for that to happen to him. The worst scenario being that the fans forgot you while you were gone. Triple H had been lucky when he came back. He’d received one of the biggest receptions in history, but looked how he thanked them now. Shaking his head, the heavyweight champion scrubbed the shampoo/conditioner out of his short hair and grabbed the bottle of body cleanser.



After having dried off and packed his things together, John pulled on his baggy jeans and a tight fitting black tee with some random skull design on it. Sure it made him look like he was marking out for Randy Orton or what not, but he felt comfort in wearing the black shirt once in a while. He almost always went out there in his green merchandise and got tired of the color after a while. He sprayed himself with a few short bursts of David Beckham cologne and grabbed his large duffel. His belt was zipped up inside as he didn’t feel like having it slung over his shoulder. He was going to just head straight to his car, but instead he headed upstairs to the entrance of the arena to see if any fans were still hanging around hoping some superstar would be there. He’d been a fan once and knew how much a small gesture of taking time out of your day to talk to someone who idolizes you could do. Sure enough when he got there, there were about fifteen or so hardcore fans getting autographs from Jeff Hardy and Lillian Garcia. He put on a smile for them and approached with a ballpoint pen and sharpie.


After saying goodbye to the last fan he headed back down to the parking lot with his head lowered in thought. When he looked up he saw a distressed Elisha sitting on the hood of her car. At first he just thought about heading to his car anyway to get away from a fight, but he knew better than to do that. Slowly he walked up to her and cleared his throat when he was beside the car. “You wanna go out? Hear there’s some nice restaurants ‘round here.” He said casually. Maybe things could get better over a nice dinner he treated her too. From the look on her face she’d had a fight with her dad. He’d planned on giving her hell, but he was over that now. It was obvious that wasn’t how you solved problems with Elisha Michaels. He slid onto the hood next to her and dropped his stuff on the garage floor. His hands folded in front of him he looked out ahead to the city landscape. “How do we make what we do look so easy?” he asked out of the blue.

dirty.angel - 3-2-2008 at 11:24 AM
" Because we do" she shrugged lightly, still looking across at the city landscape. Usually, she would have answered that properly, or had a real answer but right now, she wasn't herself. Her world had come crashing down when Shawn had yelled at her, he never yelled at her like that. Never. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, she wanted to apologise, but something was stopping her, maybe it was 'cause she never really apologised. But she was sorry, she wanted John to know that. She moved her head, to rest it on his comfy shoulder. But there was more to it than John just having a comfy shoulder, whenever he was around, whenever he wrapped his arms around her, she felt like nothing could touch her. She felt protected without John even knowing, he just had that presence around her. 

" Do you ever wonder what could have happened?" she randomly asked, glancing up at John for a moment. " Like if you hadn't made it." She knew it was a stupid question, because come on, they both had. But Elisha was a second generation superstar, now look at all the second and third generation superstars in the WWE. They'd all made it, some more talented than the others. But they'd all made it, somehow. It was practically a given, if you were someones kid and you wanted to wrestle, your path was already paved. Sometimes she really wondered what would have happened to her, she'd always wanted to travel after college, find a job, find a man, settle down, have some kids, the american dream basically. But instead, she went to college for half a year, after realising it wasn't for her, got herself a wrestling contract, caught some planes across country, gotten kicked, punched, thrown, found a guy she liked and here she was, upset as all hell sitting on a car hood, with this seemingly perfect guy. Yeah, they were really the same.

This was what she'd wanted, she knew that much, but right now, it didn't seem like it. It seemed like she'd made the biggest mistake ever. Like she'd screwed everything up and it was the end of the world. Maybe she should go home for a couple of days? It wasn't like she was booked for the house shows or anything, and maybe the texan air would help her heal. But at the same time, she didn't want to be away from John, pathetic right, and she was sure he was booked out for the house shows. " You've got house shows and signings this week don't you" she said glancing up at him once again, he was everything she ever wanted. She'd better not screw it up, not now.

She glanced at her watch and laughed. " I think dinner is out of the question" she chuckled. " How about breakfast?" pausing for a moment, she got a better idea. " Or room service and a movie..." That way, she didn't have to go out, and she could be with John, and it wouldn't matter if she fell asleep. Either way, she'd be spending it with John so it didn't matter to her...

_darth - 6-2-2008 at 05:05 AM
Ohhhhoho. Now she was just having fun, Chavo decided as he settled himself on the small couch to wait.

"No worries, ese. We got all night, an I'm a patient man." He smirked a bit, entertained by their back-and-forth banter. Being a Guerrero, he considered himself fairly decent at the flirting game, but was loving the 'challenge' the Canadian was presenting him with. At times he wondered just how far they'd go...

Figuring he had a few minutes, at least, he leaned back into the arm of the couch, reclining into a more comfortable position. He reached up and pulled the bandana off his head, running his fingers through his short, spiked hair and luxuriously scratching his scalp. Yeah, he'd definitely need a shower. Could be worse, but if he was going to impress, he might as well go all the way.

"I usually go for the edible sort." He joked in answer to her question, grinning again. "Nah, I was thinkin I'm up for somethin casual...haven't had a good burger in a while. Why? Whatcha got in....." It was that moment he chose to look over in the direction of the changing screen. Naturally, it took him a moment to finish his sentence. "...Mind."

Wow. His grinned got a little dazed for a minute, then he caught himself staring. He couldn't see much through the thick mesh of the screen, but he could definitely see enough to fuel his imagination. Her latest in their playful skirmish, no doubt. And she'd definitely had him for a minute there. He laughed a little out loud, shaking his head. When Trish came out a minute later, he was still grinning.

"Well hello, beautiful." Chavo purred, standing to meet her. "Guess I should go clean up, if I'm gonna have somethin like this on my arm. You'd be surprised. Even Latino Heat's gotta try hard to look good somedays. You'll help me out there, chica. Nothin complements a decent outfit more than a gorgeous woman." Ah ha, he was making a comeback. A thought flitted through his head and he grinned, knowing he had to be sure to even the sides.

"Give me ten and we'll be ready to roll." He told her, then turned to leave. In that split second that she may have been off guard, Chavo spun back and caught a quick kiss, lightly stroking under her chin with his finger. He broke away almost as quickly as he'd struck, his grin unfaltering, and took off for the door, a hint of swagger in his step.

Hey, all's fair in love and war.

Yunalesca - 6-2-2008 at 01:54 PM
When Jessie rested her head on his shoulder, John had to admit to himself he was a little surprised. Maybe he was starting to get to know the ‘Michaels complex’. They didn’t like apologizing, admitting they were hurt or backing down from any fight. To him, her resting her head on his shoulder was almost a ‘sorry’ gesture. Maybe he was just tired, hell he didn’t know at the moment. His head was still ringing from that hit earlier. He wasn’t about to admit that to her either. He didn’t want her worrying about him on top of that fight Shawn had with her. It was probably bad of him to keep things from her since they’d entered a relationship. Well they were in one, right? He wasn’t even sure of that right now. His head was spinning.

That was when she asked a question that required a lot of thought. He blinked and shook the train whistles from his head. He was –definitely- going to sleep with some Advil migraine tonight. He kind of laughed after a moment to think on it. “Well, I might still be doing commercials for the car dealership in my hometown under the name Prototype.” He said as he recalled his years on the independent circuit. God that gimmick had made him laugh almost as much as his fans. He really got into it, but now he was going out there and just being himself. Most people liked to separate their real life from their wrestling life, but John was finding it easier if he just put them together. “Really, though. I don’t think I had a choice. If I hadn’t made it…I don’t know what I’d be doing. Maybe I’d be in the military or helping my dad be a promoter in the New England area.” He stopped and took a deep breath. “I know I wouldn’t be complete. I wouldn’t have met you.” He said and looked at her. Part of him wanted to say that she always had the chance to make it with her father already in the business. John had to learn everything about the business on his own. He hadn’t been raised on it like she was. In some senses she probably knew the business better than he did.

He looked away when she asked her other question. He knew what she was thinking. She was out for a while to rest, if she would. She wanted someone with her and he felt privileged it was him that she chose. “Yeah. House shows are limited, but I’ve got quite a few visits to make for the fans. I would love to be with you, believe me, I would, but I love them too. Not the same, but I remember what it was like being a fan and how meeting my favorite wrestler would brighten up my day. Just looking up at that autograph on the wall knowing I met that person and actually talked to them like they were my neighbor down the street, it made even the shittiest days turn into a good one.” He said, knowing she probably understood where he was coming from. She seemed like a grateful wrestler, unlike many who’d been in the business a while. It was because of the fans they had jobs. A lot of people forgot that along the way.

“Room service sounds good. But we won’t be getting it here. Come on sweetheart, I’ll get my truck and you can follow me back to my room. If that’s alright with you…” He said and brushed at her hair.


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Trish smiled at him when he said ten minutes. Just how stylish could he get in that amount of time? While she was thinking about it she was surprised by a kiss. She felt his tongue intrude and she started to melt. It was just like the time he’d surprised her in the ring. Fire raced in her veins and her heart rate soared. Then he broke away and slipped out her door. She sighed heavily and turned around to gather her things.

Trish waited by her sports car for Chavo, her foot tapping impatiently. She was going to miss the puck drop and he would be paying for that. She laughed to herself at that thought. She’d been thinking about a little something all night and it made her blush a little. Yeah she was a grown woman, but the thought of Chavo at her place…She stopped there because it was just a little too much at the time. She wanted to enjoy dinner without thinking about playing in her bedroom. That just made it worse and she laughed at herself. She was terrible. She could wonder though, you know, how he would be. He was latino after all. Trish, you are a terrible Greek girl.


dirty.angel - 6-2-2008 at 09:06 PM
She listened to everything he said and had to laugh a little. He really wasn't a suit and tie kinda guy, he wasn't a thug, no way, but he wasn't all fancy, he was somewhere in between, and that's what she loved about him. He was just himself, all the time. But it was what the fans didn't see that she loved just as much, how caring and forgiving he was, and how he always knew how to make her smile, and not to mention blush. " You know, I have a feeling you would have met someone much better than me" she told him with a small smile. " Someone who deserves you much more than I do" she managed to mumble that under her breathe, not wanting John to hear what she said. It wasn't his problem, it was her own, but she was kind of insecure about it all. About being with him, only because she was scared, scared he might fall in love with someone else. I mean come on, have you seen the girls they're around all day pretty much everyday, they seemed so much more perfect than her. 

" Who says I wanted you around anyway" she joked in response. But the truth was, she really did want him around. It sucked even when they weren't going out that he wasn't there. And plus, she kinda wanted him to meet her mom. Even though they didn't exactly get along, a whole lot, she still wanted him to meet her. After all, he already knew Shawn, he'd probably spent more time with Shawn than Elisha, so the worst part was out of the way. But that time would come soon anyway. Plus, they were in San Antonio in a couple of weeks when she'd hopefully be fit and healthy. And even if she wasn't, hometown pride meant more to her than her health, in some ways. " But yeah, I know you're right. I remember being backstage, and seeing everyone, and it just made my day. And everytime I thought about it, everytime I saw a picture of me with them, it just made my day brighter," Maybe that was why she enjoyed this business so much, putting that smile on the little girls face, who's bought your t-shirt, or lined up for hours to see you, maybe that was why she loved what she did. And she knew that John's fans meant everything to him, and she certainly wasn't going to seperate them from him, it was like taking away Steve Austin's beer. It just didn't work that way. Maybe she'd go home for a while and surprise John with a visit or something?

Smiling lightly, she slid off the car hood and scratched her head making her blonde locks go a little more messed up. She looked up at John and smiled, giving him a soft kiss. " You look like you've gotten into a fight with five thousand men" she stated, looking up at his lightly bruised face. He probably had the worst headache possible, and more than likely didn't want to deal with Elisha. But he was, and that just made him seem even more perfect. " Awww, baby, when we get back, I'll get you some advil and you can get some rest okay" she told him lighlty, letting go of his hand and heading around to the drivers side. She watched him with a small smile as he headed off towards his truck as she sited through her CD's. She didn't want anything too loud, she couldn't deal with that, she needed something that would just calm her down, or just make her feel a little at ease. She sifted through her CD's, there was everything from Velvet Revolver, to the Spice Girls, yeah, she had a wide range of tastes. Finally placing 'Lost Highway' in, she smiled, hearing the country sounds come out her speakers softly. When she spotted John's car pulling out, she followed, hey, they were staying at seperate hotels, like she had any idea where she was going, not to mention her sence of direction wasn't all that great.

She followed behind him the whole way, sometimes he drove like an old man, and sometimes he drove like a racecar driver, and the worst part was she was stuck behind him! Finally when they arrived, she couldn't help but laugh to herself as she got out the car and went to meet him. Without saying anything, she took his hand, and walked with him, giving a small smile, sometimes she didn't need to say anything, her smile just said it all.

Yunalesca - 8-2-2008 at 01:44 AM
John laughed at her comment of his current condition. He knew he looked like hell. He’d looked at his reflection after the shower and grimaced. A shiner hadn’t fully taken shape yet, but the following morning he knew his head would be screaming and the left side of his face black and blue. He was really lucky his skull hadn’t been crushed by Umaga’s fat ass. If it’d been Rikishi, who he figured was a few pounds heavier, he would’ve been in the intensive care at Toronto Area Hospital. He’d be forced onto the shelf and his current dreams would be flushed with it. Sighing he supposed he should be thankful he was there with his girlfriend and not in the hospital. It was the worst for any superstar when they had to stay in a hospital. It made them not appear to be supermen anymore. It broke his façade of being unstoppable. He kissed Elisha on the cheek and grabbed his bags. He hoisted them over his shoulder and pulled the keys out of his pocket to his rental.

He really missed his muscle car, a black Ford Mustang, but he wasn’t even going to pay the extra money to have it go with him when he took the plane. It really wasn’t worth it for getting to drive it so little. Besides, he got to write off almost anything he purchased or rented as a tax return. Some days he actually like the government for that leeway. He’d survived as an independent wrestler that way since the tax people didn’t know the difference between indy and commercial wrestling. He hoped for the sake of generations of wrestlers to follow that they didn’t figure out that little trick anytime soon. Those returns helped pay for the insurance that they needed. Pro-wrestlers on the independent circuit often had to get the best plan at an outrageous rate for those broken ankles and concussions they received weekly.

When John drove out of the lot he went slow. His vision was blurry, something he hadn’t told faithful Elisha. The last thing he wanted was to cause an accident and get some outrageous charges filed against him because he was a superstar. Ah the territory that came with fame; people always trying to sue you for one thing or another since you have more money than them. John really didn’t make that much since he donated a lot of money to charities and wrestling schools. He believed in everyone having an equal opportunity at living out their dreams. Even at the extent of his own paycheck he wanted people to be happy.

Finally he arrived at his room with Elisha close behind. He got out of the truck and lost his balance for a second. He hoped she hadn’t seen. He was in worse shape than he’d thought. He had to spend a moment resting when he grabbed his bags. He took deep breaths to make his world stop spinning. Sirens were going off in his head as he massaged his temples. He had to just stay awake for another hour or so. He wanted to spend time with his girl since they hadn’t had that kind of time together lately. That and he owed her for the argument that’d happened earlier and what’d happened out in the ring. Fans probably didn’t sense that tension, but he’d basically turned his back on her making it look like he was going after McMahon. Shaking his head he grabbed his bag and went up to Elisha, snaking an arm around her torso and guided her up the stairs to his room. He held open the double doors for her before taking the lead and walking down the hall and stopped before room 234. He swiped his keycard and invited her in. “Give me a minute.” He said and went into the bathroom and closed the door. He washed his face with cold water and sat down for a minute with his head on his knees. Everything was spinning and making him feel ill. He wasn’t about to admit how he felt, though. He was the heavyweight champ and a pro-wrestling superstar after all

_darth - 8-2-2008 at 12:00 PM
Okay, so it ended up being more like 15 minutes.

Chavo grinned a bit as he thrust his arms through the sleeves of his jacket, jogging down the deserted hallway. Trish was probably going to hold him to it, though....she seemed like she was eager to get out of the arena earlier. He probably would get ragged on it for at least a while in the evening. Unless of course he used a sort of...diversionary tactic, perhaps, keep her on her toes, maybe.

Another grin at that thought.

Regardless of if she was angry at him for being a little late, he had a legitimate excuse. Hell, he'd taken his shower in record time, about three minutes there. But then he had to dry off, clean up a little more, and get dressed. He thought he'd chosen well...a sports-suit-type ensemble. Dark pants, boots, a black button down dress shirt that was accented with grey stripes over a plain dark muscle shirt. Then he'd dragged a comb through his hair, grabbed his jacket and duffel and literally ran out of the locker room. Chavo didn't want to keep Trish waiting any longer than he had to. Who knew what kinda temper she could have...especially when she was hungry?

Just a moment later he emerged into the parking lot, noticing that his lowrider and Trish's sporty ride were the only ones left on this side of the parking structure. Whoops.

"Miss me?"

He wasn't sure if he'd ben successful in sneaking up on her, but was still able to slip his free arm around her waist and whisper in her ear.

dirty.angel - 8-2-2008 at 12:41 PM
" Alright" she smiled, letting go, and retreating to the couch while he went into the bathroom. He was hurt, she could tell, a woman knew that kind of thing about her man. When she was sure he was in the bathroom she opened her duffel and searched for her painkillers. She didn't need him to worry, more so, she didn't want him to worry even more than he had been. She searched quickly, wanting to down those pills quickly so she didn't have to deal with the pain anymore. Finally she pulled out the half empty bottle of painkillers and downed two without water. Damn that was gross. Yeah, she knew she had to be careful about how many of those damn pills she took, after all, they were the same thing that Shawn had been addicted to so many years before, yes, she had to be very careful indeed.

Sighing, she looked around the room. And he definetly had a nice room, a massive bed, couches, a T.V, and a helluva lot more random shit. Running a hand through her knotty blonde locks, she sighed, un-doing the bandages around her torso. Once the lengths of bandages were removed, she groaned, looking down at her black and blue torso, this wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Moving over to the mirror by the TV, she lifted her shirt slightly, only to check out how much damage she'd really done. She carefully ran a hand down her torso, checking for any new lumps and bumps, but there was nothing new, and no new pain, thank god. Her ribs weren't healing very well, and it was only because she hadn't stopped like the doctors told her, now she was regretting it. That much she knew for a fact, maybe those doctors really knew what they were talking about. God she hoped the bruises would settle before she went home, her mother would go skitz. She sighed, as she moved back to her bag, she wasn't going to fix her bandages, she would actually like to breathe properly, for a while at least anyway.

When she heard movement in the bathroom and John coming back out she pulled on her jumped and headed back to the couch. She didn't want him to see the damage that Shane had done to her, it wasn't that she wanted to hide it from him, it was more so, that she didn't want anyone to see that she was actually hurting, it wasn't like she couldn't look after herself. In a way she wanted him to ask, and not to just find out by looking, it sounded stupid, very stupid, but it was only because it was the way she was. Not to mention, the way John's temper was at the moment, he could quite possibly go and find Shane and beat the crap out of him again. Not that Elisha would stop him or anything.

" You alright?" she asked, turning around to see him coming out of the bathroom. " I think you should sit down, it'd be the best for you" she said with a small smile, standing and moving so he could sit down. " Just sit down, and relax and don't worry about anything" she said giving him a soft kiss. " Or else I'm scared you're gonna collapse onto the couch" she said taking his hand and leading him to the couch. " I'll order some food...."

Yunalesca - 10-2-2008 at 12:39 PM
Trish was tapping her foot wildly by the time Chavo snuck up on her. Yeah she jumped, but she wasn’t about to let him get the upper hand. “You have to be the slowest Latino ever.” She stated and smiled as his arm slipped around her waist. He was being flirtatious tonight, being closer than usual. She wouldn’t complain. The last time she’d been able to do this with another person had been quite some time ago. It was nice to sit back and flirt with someone once in a while instead of being completely focused on wrestling. She loved her job and her fans and all, but sometimes it got a little hard to do it every day and not have someone around to make her feel good about herself. She knew millions of people worldwide adored her, but it wasn’t the same as having one on one time with a person she had an attraction to.

She let him stand there for a moment, pressed up against her back and arm wrapped around her skinny waist. She could feel the heat rising off him, whether it was from the shower or it was natural she didn’t know. Maybe you’ll get to find that out later… She thought with a sly grin. She of course wouldn’t be planning on that. Flirting and maybe having him come back to her place for a few drinks was what she planned. He wanted a tour and she’d be willing to give it, her and her eight bathrooms worth of a house. She was a little giddy about it since she had designed a lot of the rooms and architecture herself. She’d always been a hands on person, wanting her own touch to things. That was why she designed all her ring attire. Most people let others decide what they would be wearing down to the ring, but Trish liked to represent her individuality.

“You coming or not?” She asked as she slipped away from him and got in her car. She would let him wonder at her intentions. She liked to keep them guessing, see if they stayed interested. It was almost cruel, but that was all in the fun of the chase, right? What they were chasing and where they would end up she didn’t know, but she lived her life one day at a time. That was how you had to be in the crazy world of pro-wrestling. You never know when an injury could knock you out and leave you benched. Then what would happen to your perfect plan? You’d sit there and be depressed it didn’t work is what would happen. She’d seen it happen to a lot of people and most of them weren’t there anymore. Wrestling was hard and not meant for everybody. She still didn’t know how she, once a doctor to be, became a wrestler.

She got in her car and turned the key in the engine. Her car roared to life and she revved for a minute. She loved the sound of her sports car engine. She grinned over at Chavo in his low rider before shifting gears and squealing out of the parking lot and down to the intersection light. Yeah she knew it was going to ruin her tires one day but she didn’t care. She was aloud to have fun every once in a while. Her drive was short-lived though as she neared the sports bar and grill after two more traffic lights. She found a parking spot and shifted down to park. Shutting the engine off, she got out of the car, locked it and put the keys in her black purse. She looked over at Chavo and raised an eyebrow. “Shall we?” She asked and offered her arm.


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John let Elisha guide him over to the couch. He crashed down on it when she turned away to order something to eat. He actually didn't feel that hungry right then. He had taken an Advil and it wasn't working yet. His headache made him want to throw up. He almost wished he had listened to the doctor because now he was worse off. He rubbed his temples and sighed.

"Order whatever you want, I'm not that hungry." He said as he felt the side of his face. Yeah, it was starting to swell. He was going to look great tomorrow with a huge shiner. He'd get his hands on Umaga again if it was the last thing he did. He wasn't going to let this stand. He wasn't the type to be pushed over or stand there and take a beating. He would retaliate.

He started to stand but had to sit back down. Everything started to spin until he took a deep breath and tried it again. This time everything remained stable as he grabbed the clicker and turned on the late night news, keeping the volume low. He sat at the edge of the bed and watched the tragedies and wonders of the world flash before him. He realized it could be much worse. He could be homeless or even a starving indy wrestler again.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 09:46 AM
dirty.angel - 12-2-2008 at 09:02 AM
Elisha picked up the phone, and dialled room service's number. Smiling to herself, she sat cross legged next to John, listening to the ring tone before ordering. And boy did she order, she was starving and she didn't really feel like salad, so cheat food it was. Hamburger, fries, ice cream, soda, and a helluva lot more junk. Hey the girl was hungry and she could eat....alot. Finally she put the phone down and placed it on the table next to her. Giving a small, simple shrug, she laughed. " Before you say anything, yes, I am hungry" she chuckled, moving to sit behind him, beginning to work on his shoulders. He needed to relax, he was tense and she could tell. Plus concussion didn't help.

" I think I'm gonna go home for a couple of days" she said simply, not sure if she was going to elaborate or not. " Just for a few days, to relax and everything, if there's a day you don't have anything on, which I know is a long shot, you should come down." Even though they'd be in San Antonio in a couple of weeks, it wasn't the same, that was work, and it was different. " I'll be able to teach you how to ride a horse" she joked lightly, he wasn't himself, he wasn't laughing and joking, she knew that, and she knew why. He wasn't well, he'd only just gotten over that stomach bug, and now he had like a concussion, and the concussion was half her fault, if she hadn't have been so stupid....

Hearing a knock at the door, she knew it was room serivce, and practically bolted to the door, but, well, she hadn't really thought about it and she tripped over the edge of the bed. Getting up, she opened the door and took the food. She was clumsy, and if you thought Shawn was a little clumsy, then you hadn't really met Elisha, she was like Shawn, but a thousand times worse. Laughing at herself, as she held her food in her hand, she chuckled, sitting back down next to John, beginning to eat. " So" she said taking a bite, " My, big, strong knight in shining amour, how are you feeling" she said turning to look at him. " And I want the truth, not a half assed answer" she said shaking her head, " Seriously, it's half my fault, I wanna know" she paused " I already feel bad about it, so it's not like it's going to make me feel worse" she chuckled, poking a french fry on his good cheek. She was childish, and immature, and just a little kid sometimes, but deep inside, she really did care, she cared alot. " Or would you rather tell Mr. Fry?" she smirked, eating it " Unfortunately, Mr. Fry had an umtimely death, so you're gonna have to talk to me instead", continuing to eat, she waited, she just wanted to talk, they never used to care about when they spoke about how hurt they were, he's always been good at comforting her, and she liked to think, he thought she cared, and listened. Nothing had changed, she cared about him still the same, and when he was hurt, it still hurt her.

Yunalesca - 15-2-2008 at 10:47 AM
He had to laugh at Elisha when her food arrived. She sure was a cheater when it came to her diet. It made him wonder how she was in such good shape, but then she wasn't like him, going around and leg pressing 600 plus pounds among other almost inhumane things. It did pay off though, he could lift the Big Show over his shoulders, not many men his size could say the same. It was hard for him somedays to not cheat and have fries, coke and a burger, but he always remembered that if he had those things he would be having to work it off for days. Sure, that sounded a little far fetched, but it kept him from grabbing something at the drive-thru of McDonalds. He allotted himself one cheat day a month and he rarely used it. He always thought he should just bank those days and go a week with junk food, but that was just dumb. He'd be so worn out in the ring.

"I won't say a word." He stated with a laugh as the advil started to kick in. "I think it is the best thing for you to do, going home. Your mom will probably keep you from over doing it, something I know you'll do if you're on the road with me." He stated as he ran a hand over his short hair. When she made a comment about he being a knight in shining armor he threw back his head and laughed. It was one of those deep rumbling laughs that came from the gut and he had to lay on the bed for a moment before he could catch his breath again. "Oh, darlin', if only you knew. I doubt how I feel tonight is going to compare to tomorrow." He said and pointed to the side of his face starting to swell. "And don't blame yourself, you're going to make me angry." He warned almost playfully. Then she started in with her games and he felt his nerves get flared slightly. He was tired and she was poking him in the temple with a greasy french fry. Calm down, champ. He told himself.

He did laugh though when she gave a nice little monologue on the demise of her fry. "So you're giving names to fry's now? I think you should get your head checked as well as your ribs. I think it's broken." He said with a laugh and stroked her neck. He sighed softly and looked into her depthless eyes. "If you stay home and get healed up, I will come down there...So long as your mother doesn't beat me black and blue." He said. He knew of her mother but had never really met her.

Without a second thought, the heavyweight champ gently pulled Elisha to him and he lay back with her resting her head on his broad chest. He closed his eyes and let himself relax. "It's nice to have one on one time with you." He said and stroked her blonde hair. "You heading back to your room tonight?" He asked. He of course was not trying to insinuate anything, but he didn't doubt that Elisha would take a stab at him thinking that he was.

dirty.angel - 15-2-2008 at 03:31 PM
Relaxing slightly, she let her head rest on his chest. " Hmmm, dunno, depends how long it takes me to get through this food" she snuggled slightly, reaching for her fries and continuing to eat. " Probably not, I'm quite comfortable here actually," it hadn't even clicked if he was insinuating anything, she was too tired to think really. " And, by the way, if you've survived being around my father, you can handle my mother" she laughed, dipping her fry into the ketchup. For a while she sat there, not really saying anything just munching, before randomly bursting out laughing. She didn't even know what she was laughing at, it just seemed like she should laugh. 

She glanced up at John with a smile, " I dunno why I'm laughing...but you do look pretty funny upside down" she commented with a grin " But you're still cute as a button" she continued to shove the food in her mouth, hey she was a hungry girl. John was right though, she did cheat alot. She didn't have a cheat day, and more often than not, she was eating after ten at night and it was something unhealthy. But she really did work hard to keep her body in shape. Sometimes she'd spend a whole day at the gym, sometimes, she was a little bit of a gym-junkie. Like tomorrow she'd probably be at the gym before she did anything else. Plus, she also had to book her flights.

" Just letting you know, you're very comfortable" she said with a laigh, finishing the last of her french fries. Now she just had her burger and whatever. " Can we do this more often?" she sighed, looking up at the ceiling. " I like just being here with you, you know, and hanging out like this, I like this" she nodded " We should definetly do it again." Grabbing the plate, she placed it on her stomach and began to pick at the burger. The added weight of the plate probably wasn't the best idea with her ribs, but she didn't want to move, she was waaay to comfy for that. " So anyway, what's going on with you, like outside of work kinda thing....you know?" they hardly got to talk properly like this. It was always work, work, work, or they were both too tired to hang out, actually she was surprised he wanted to hang out tonight. He didn't look too well either. 

" I'm thinking, that maybe, just maybe, you should eat some of my burger" she said with a nod. " Because you never eat anything like this, and you're always so boring and healthy" she joked, giving a small laugh. " And also, I think, that...I should shut up," well she didn't really have much more to say about force feeding her boyfriend.

_darth - 20-2-2008 at 03:26 PM
She was continuing with his flirtatious game. He wasn't crossing any lines she didn't want crossed. That was always a good sign.

Chavo grinned again as she stepped away from him towards her car. "Just waitin for you, esé!" He hoped in his beloved lowrider and returned the challenge of her revving with a few flares of his own engine. Damn, he loved this car. He’d put a lot of wrok into it to make it personalized, and it showed. Bits of his own personality shone through in the paint job, the sleek exterior, and all the accessories inside. As she took off, he laughed to himself. This situation seemed very familiar somehow.

Not five minutes later, he cruised into a parking space next to Trish, grinning like a fool and hopping out of his car. A quick click of a button on his keymote locked the doors and set the alarm to deter any potential thieves. It was hard sometimes, driving a lowrider around, but being a WWE Superstar, he was able to afford higher end security for the car. Getting beat up week in and week out had to have some sort of perks, after all.

Smiling a genuine smile at her offer [trying to keep undertones of mischief from his face], he took up her arm and started towards the doors. "Gladly."

Once they were in, he'd considered asking for a seat at the bar, but quickly changed his mind. The bar wasn't packed, but there were a few shady-looking characters hung over the stools, and Chavo swore some leered at Trish the moment they sauntered in. Never a good sign. He had no doubt the Women's Champ could handle a few horny drunks, but it was probably best to avoid a situation in the first place. So it was a cozy little booth towards the back of the restaurant he'd gently steered her to. It was nice, a little more private, and gave them room to actually talk. He was hoping for some decent conversation, anyways. It'd been a long night, and he was more than ready to relax.

When the menus arrived, he perused it, really only half-interested in the pictures and descriptions. He gazed over the top of the sheaf of laminated paper at his date and grinned again. "Got anything specific in mind?"

Yunalesca - 21-2-2008 at 01:51 PM
John smiled as she joked around with him and was just generally being cute. He had to admit it was nice to be around someone so lively again. A lot of the guys in the back tended to be so straight edge, so business like that he was finding that keeping to himself was more fun. It made him miss the good old indy days where people joked around with each other and doing harmless ribs like hiding someone’s gimmick bag not the pro shit they always did like chain it to the ceiling. He'd been ribbed pretty bad when he'd started. Sighing he stroked Jessie's hair and came back to the present. "I wish I could just lie around like this more often, but that won't be happening anytime soon. Only when I'm out with an injury will it be this way and I don't plan on letting that happen." He said knowing it distressed his girl that he said that. He wasn't one to sit around much, wasn't his style. He'd always been an active guy.

"Well I try and get home as much as I can, though it's rare nowadays. Wrestle around with my brother and help my dad with his promotion. See some of the boys I used to work with. Try and be normal." He laughed one of those chest rumbling laughs. Not quite a bark, but it almost could've been. He felt like a bear, all big and muscley with little Elisha lying on him. He smiled and moved his hand to stroke the soft skin of her arm. How long had it been since he'd been able to do this with anyone? He hadn't really dated once his career took off, and for good reason. It was hard on your image if you dated a fan and it was hard on her, but then dating a fellow superstar could be even more catastrophic. If they ever broke up it could make things in the locker room very awkward. He stopped thinking about it, not wanting to see an end in their future.

Then she offered him her hamburger. He had to laugh again. "Darlin' I would, but unlike you, I have the will to stay away from things I'm going to spend four hours working off. I don't know about you, but four hours consequence for maybe a minutes worth of enjoyment isn't that great, unless it's you I'm enjoying of course." He said, this time meaning to sound sexual. Hey, he liked to joke, that was part of his gimmick and his real life. If you couldn't have fun you weren't living. He smiled at her when she announced she should shut up. Looking at her smiling he knew he didn't want this moment to end. He wouldn't see her pretty face for nearly an entire week and he knew it was going to drag him down. He was never one to wrap his entire life up in a girl, but he found himself getting depressed when she wasn't with him. "I know I must look like hell, but would a lovely woman like you be willing to stay with me tonight? I can get you back if not..." He said somewhat hopefully.


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Trish let Chavo steer her to the back of the quiet restaurant and away from the men at the bar. She couldn't help but smirk a little. She was used to looks like that coming from men and could handle them on her own, and she had many times, but that he had taken the liberty to keep her away from them made her feel good. He cared enough about her to keep her protected even though they both knew she could take care of herself. It was cute. She had dated 'normal' people before, non wrestlers, and they had wanted to flaunt their date, but Chavo didn't want to share her. She smiled again and slid into the seat across from the Latino.

When the waitress asked what she wanted to drink she ordered an ice water, but then after a thought added a Bud Light to her order. Light wasn't as bad as regular, but it was still cheating. Shrugging mentally she stared at her choices. Almost everything was going to be cheat food anyway. Every once in a while her long lashed eyes would raise over her menu and she would study Chavo. He was pretty decent looking. She had never really noticed him before, but when he kissed her, -that- was the amazing thing about him. No guy had ever made her feel that way, not even the Rock. She gave a shy smile and scanned the menu again. "I think it's going to be a steak." She said and couldn't help but notice the forming look of surprise on his face. "Hey, I can cheat once in a while. I'm not a fitness model anymore." She stated and rested her menu on the wooden table. She looked around and noticed the back tv was off. She bit her lip in irritation until a waitress walked by. "Miss." She said and waited for her to come over to her. "Hey, could you maybe turn that television on to the game?" She asked. It was probably getting close to the end of the third period, but she wanted to at least know the score. She didn't have to say which game she meant, it was Canada and everyone followed the Maple Leafs.

She turned to Chavo and smiled. "What? I'll give her an autograph." She smiled. It sounded almost conceited, but she didn't mean to sound that way. She was a giving person and loved her fans. Maybe it would liven up the girls day. "So tell me, where are you staying tonight?" She asked. It was a forward question, but she wanted to hear his inventive answer.


_darth - 21-2-2008 at 05:49 PM
Chavo raised his hands reminiscent of a defensive gesture when she'd defended her own choice of steak. "Fair enough, fair enough. I might just have to steal a tiny bit. Whoops, you didn't hear that.

Nah, like I said, a burger sounds REALLY good. As long as I'm a good boy and work it off later, eh?"

He winked at her then, his grin back at full strength. He had ordered a beer too [if they were 'cheating', might as well, right?], and was taking a long drag from it when the waitress came by. Setting the tall glass down, he shook his head slightly and laughed under his breath at her. "Course you will. Might make her day. No, watch, turns out she's a Candace fan." He laughed again. "Nah. You just looked like you were gonna kill someone if you didn't get to watch your game." It was kind of funny, though, watching her fret about the tv being off. She seemed better now, stealing glances at the screen between their conversation. Though he had to admit, she was cute when she was agitated like that. Albeit, she was cute all the time, but her anxiety just lent an innocent pout to her features that Chavo couldn't resist. It was adorable, to say the least.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by her sudden question.

"Where am I staying tonight?" He echoed, stretching back in the booth and lightly scratching his head. "Good question." He laughed a little again. "Didn't get a chance to book a hotel room earlier...and I wonder if any places will be free. It's a little cold, otherwise I'd just find me a cardboard box somewhere. Maybe cuddle up in the backseat of my ride...you know. I've got a couple options...sort of."

Dropping the playful ruse, he raised his eyes to meet hers, his smile toying, but his tone carrying a certain level of seriousness.

"Don't suppose you've got a spare bedroom in that mansion of yours...?"

dirty.angel - 21-2-2008 at 06:56 PM
She pretended as if she was contemplating going back to her hotel, before she grinned, placing her burger aside and turning over to face him. " Even though you look like hell, I'd love to stay the night with you" she said, wiggling around to get comfy again before grinning. " And I'll have you know" she said matter-of-factly " Eating a hamburger takes way longer than a minute," moving a little bit more, she rested her chin on his chest, smiling up at him. God, she could stay in this moment forever, it seemed almost perfect, but then, nothing was perfect. She reached beside her for the raspberry soda, full of sugar and calories, probably adding another hour or so onto the workout she had tomorrow, but she just didn't care. That was the way she was, so what a day in the gym was nothing, it really didn't mean much.

It did stress her out just a little when he talked about being injured. Only because well, this might sound sad, but she hated it when he wasn't around. Being at home wasn't going to be as fun as she made it out to be, only because he wasn't gonna be there. He just had this way of making her feel happy and making her laugh, no matter what he did, or how she was feeling he just made her smile. " I can't wait till you visit me at home. I'll take you out to the kareoke bar with all my friends. We have soooooo much fun" she grinned widely. " And you can have one of our family dinners, mom's already planning stuff apparantly" she paused, watching his face for a moment and laughing. " Plus, Dad's coming home for the dinner, which means there's gonna be the whole extended family, they always come around when dad's home." It was true, but right now, her and Shawn weren't on good terms, guess he couldn't handle his little girl growing up. Mind you, at home everything was different, they were just a normal family. 

When she was home, she wasn't a different person, but she wasn't being watched twenty-four-seven by fans. She was comfortable, and was just the small town girl. Yeah, when she was home she settled into some habits. Some good, some not so good. Most nights, she went out with her friends at the bar, just drinking and having fun, somehow, though, she managed to keep fit, and help her mom with everything around the house, and the horses. Moving slightly, she reached up kissing him lightly. " I love you, lots and lots, almost as much as I love chocolate" she joked.

Yunalesca - 12-3-2008 at 12:10 PM
Trish nearly coughed in her beer as he seriously asked her if she had a bedroom for him at her house. Sure she did, but that was a little forward even for him. She stared at him for a moment, making sure he was serious. Seeing that he was she ran her finger around the rim of her glass, turning playful and sensual again. "Maybe, I do have eight bathrooms you can choose from however." She said with a smirk and leaned back when their meals arrived. She felt like a dog as she was salivating after having missed the taste of steak and A1. She hardly treated herself anymore as she was so tuned into the fitness model lifestyle after years of doing it. Without waiting for Chavo to start, she unfolded her napkin, placed it in her lap and started to cut into her steak.

Conversation was little as they ate as she was more focused on her meal than Chavo. Sad she knew, but true. She wouldn't be having something like it again for quite a while and she wanted to savor every taste. "So you want to stay with me?" She asked with a raised brow after she finished her beer and looked down at her empty platter. It hadn't taken long and she felt like a pig. "I think I may be able to arrange something." She said with a smile before she left a decent tip and grabbed her bill, sliding from the booth with Chavo close behind.



Trish took her time getting back to her place, taking the more scenic route over the direct. She doubted Chavo was seeing the scenery like her. She'd missed her home and the simple act of driving through the city brought back tons of memories and made her feel more alive than she had in a while. She sighed gently as she pulled her sports car into her drive and parked in the large garage. She waited for Chavo to do the same and leaned against the door that led to her home. The outside looked far better during the day when you could see the detailing, but she figured he'd be impressed enough with the inside. It was a mansion, but she earned her money and spent it how she chose.



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"You would know, sweetheart." He stated to her hamburger comment, poking fun at her. He knew some people in the locker room weren't as strict as he and Trish were about food. When he'd been on the Indy circuit he'd gotten into the lifestyle of eating mostly protein and low carb diets. His parents had always been keen on healthy diets anyway. Sure he kicked back and had a beer and burgers with his family during the summer, but he still watched it carefully. He was at the top of his game and would hate to get knocked down because of what he was eating.

He turned his head a little to look at Elisha when she said she was going to take him to a karaoke bar. "I don't think they'd like my kind of singing down there too much, sweetheart." He said with a laugh as he thought about his side hip-hop career. He probably just sounded like he was stereotyping, but he had found that most people around Texas didn't really care for his kind of music all that much. Sure the kids did because that was the thing and it was a revolt against their parents, but he didn't think kids visited karaoke bars much. Unless they heard John Cena and Elisha were in town. That would be a whole different story. "You already told your mom I'm coming down, huh? What if I'd have said no?" He asked with a laugh, it rumbling deep in his chest. It was cute to know Elisha talked about him with her mother. Cuter then she if it were her dad. He half cringed as he thought of Shawn. He was a good guy and all, but they seemed to be friends one moment and enemies the next. Once they shook the McMahons from their backs what was to stop them from fighting again? It would always be like that since he was the champion. It was a wonder Elisha and Trish got on so well, but then they were girls and as well as they held grudges they also seemed to hold friendships tightly.

"Chocolate, huh? Maybe I should get a life sized chocolate bar made of me. Then you can eat away at it..." He stopped and burst into laughter. "Sorry, Lish, that came out terrible." He said, still laughing until there were tears in his eyes. He stifled a yawn and looked over at the clock. It was getting late and he knew they should both get some rest. It would be nice to sleep next to Elisha, assuming she would sleep with him. There was always the couch if she didn't. "Where you sleeping, sport?" He asked, patting the bed then pointing to the couch. "Take your pick."


dirty.angel - 12-3-2008 at 09:32 PM
" Yes, that was a terrible joke sweety" she chuckled, shaking her head lightly. " I think you need to work on a sence of humour" she chuckled, before looking up at him, with an almost playful grin. " I'll have you know, I've already slept on your couch once, I think I'd rather be on a comfy bed with you"she said resting her chin on her arms and grinning at him once more, " And you know what, you will come to kareoke. You know why? Because they don't have your songs, so you have no choice, I wont make you sing. You can just drink beer and have a good time" she said with a definite nod, reaching over to drink the rest of her raspberry soda. 

" But, if you wanna buy me chocolate, I'll have no complaints" she grinned placing her empty glass down, and moving the plates off. Sighing almost pathetically she stood, " I'm going to go use your bathroom now, don't miss me" she chuckled, grabbing her bag and disapearing into the rather huge bathroom. " Woah......" she said amazed as she walked in, she'd said it pretty loud but was unsure if John had heard, not that she cared. " This, is one, massive bathroom...." she said dropping her bag. Before she even thought about getting changed she had to look around this bathroom, she looked around, amazed at everything, it was like she'd never seen a bathroom before. She poked her head out the door and laughed. " Did you know, your shower is big enough for two people" she commented randomly, meaning nothing by it and shutting the door again. Okay, so she sometimes, didn't realise her comments could be taken the wrong way, you could say she was a little slow sometimes. She searched through her bag for a while, finally pulling out a pair of black shorts, and a white beater. She got changed and stuffed everything into her bag, grabbing out the make up remover, and attempting to remove half the crap the ladies backstage put on her. Finally, when all beauty procedures were said and done, she emerged back into the room a huge grin on her face.

" Have you been in there? It's awesome" she said pointing behind her to the bathroom as she closed the door. She dumped her bag back where it was before lying back on the bed, resting her head on his big chest. Somehow, she felt safe, and comfortable when she was lying there. Mind you, it wasn't like he wouldn't ever protect her, but when she put her head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, she felt like nothing could touch her, and nothing would ever hurt her. " Can I keep you as a pillow?" she grinned, curling up slightly, looking up at him with a sparkle. " You, Jonathon Felix Anthony Cena, need to get some rest because you have a big couple of days ahead of you. Plus, you need to look, less......swollen for your screaming, female fans. They wont be too happy if their person McHottie looks like he's gone ten rounds with a bulldozer....no pun intended. So, unless you have any other plans for tonight, I think you should get some rest." Hey, she cared about him, and she knew he'd wake up with a horrible, horrible headache and that was something she knew sucked. " And there will be no arguements" she said breaking out into a smile. Moving slightly, she pressed her lips against his, and kissed him, and just like usual, it sent shivers up her spine. Finally, she moved away and smiled. " Nighty Night, love you" she grinned, resting her head back down and pulling the covers up. She closed her eyes, forgetting about the pain, and smiling. The way it should be.

Yunalesca - 1-4-2008 at 03:50 AM
John gave a deep rumbling laugh as he heard Elisha's amazement at the size of his bathroom. He paid the extra dollar for the sleep number bed, but the nice bathroom was thrown in there with the price. It was really nice from what he could tell earlier, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He'd be spending more time in bed anyhow. Usually a normal room was all he needed, but when he'd booked he'd known how he'd feel after. It was a good thing too because he felt like hell. He was debating whether or not to sleep with an ice pack over his eye when he got to crawl under the covers. He didn't want his opponents to have the satisfaction or leaving a mark on him but there was little he could do about it. It would just be one of his temporary battle scars because he wasn't about to put make-up on to cover it.

When Elisha returned and used his full name he tilted his head and raised a brow. "You make it sound like I'm in trouble when you use my full name." He had to laugh at her comment however. He liked looking good for his fans even if he had a girl now. He knew what it was like to watch a superstar and wonder if you could ever be with that person. Not that he wanted to lead them on, but he didn't want to dampen their dreams either. When she kissed him he felt his adrenaline go into play. His heartbeat soared as her soft lips brushed his and he kissed her back. His hand folded in her soft hair, pressing her a little closer. He held onto it for as long as he could, but she broke it and crawled under the covers. "Goodnight, love." He said in return, kissing her on the forehead before slipping from the bed.

He swiftly pulled his shirt over his head and was going to undo his pants to sleep in his boxers, but stopped himself. It wouldn't feel entirely right to do that just yet. He ran a hand over his short hair before he set his alarm and turned down the lights. Yawning he crawled under the covers next to his girlfriend. He scooched closer to her until their bodies were molded together. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into him gently and finally fell asleep.

_darth - 11-4-2008 at 03:53 PM
Chavo laughed and downed another swallow of his beer when Trish started at his question. He raised his eyebrow in question and tried to keep the playful gleam out of his eye.

"What, you gonna turn a friend out on the streets? I just need a place to crash..." He paused a minute, trying so hard to keep the mischievous grin off his face. "...shower, too. Eatin a great meal like this is bound to work up a sweat." He couldn't help it then, dissolving into laughter as the waitress came up with their food. She probably thought he was at least a bit loony, but at the moment, the young Guererro didn't care. He was having fun, honestly out having the most fun he'd had in a few weeks. All the shit from work was gone from his mind, all the troubles coming from Mr. McMahon and his goons, all his worries about their small group of friends. He was happy, and was going to continue truly enjoying this night. As long as he was spending time with the Women's Champ, he was a happy guy. Who wouldn't be?

When she'd unexpectedly up and taken off with a hint of an offer, Chavo grinned again, intrigued. Was she really going to let him stay at her place? True, it wasn't a rare occurrence when they stopped in Toronto, just like it wouldn't be odd for him to have a few of his friends avoid the cost of another hotel room and offer them a bed and a home-cooked meal, if he was up for it. But tonight was different, in a sense. John and Elisha weren't coming along, and to his knowledge, Trish hadn't called over any of the other Divas. As far as he knew, it was only the two of them cruising through the bright city, heading towards her place. He felt a slight increase in his heart rate and a flash of warmth creep up his neck into his cheeks. No, it didn't mean anything...necessarily.

They'd been flirting almost shamelessly in the locker room when given the chance. But that was different...sort of. The feelings he had been feeling for the beautiful Canadian for a few months were definitely more than just a superficial physical attraction...he was enjoying spending time with her more than most people he had in a while. But what could...or would, become of it?

Chavo tried to shrug off the thoughts, or at least place them aside as he followed Trish up her driveway and into the garage. He parked next to her, but could've parked about twenty feet away and still had loads of room. The garage was HUGE...he could only imagine what was in store for him inside. The Latino grinned again slightly, his mouth partly open in awe, remembering he'd have to ask for the tour. Still grinning, he scampered up to the doorway, slipping an arm around Trish's waist.

"So...how much for a scenic route of the inside?"

Yunalesca - 13-4-2008 at 07:57 PM
Trish smiled as Chavo wrapped an arm around her waist and insinuated a lengthy tour of her home. She was crazy for letting a guy stay with her in her home, just the two of them, and they weren't really together. Oh they'd flirted and they'd kissed, but they weren't together. She could just hear the gossip already. She'd probably log on to check her email in the morning and see the rumors floating around websites, maybe even WWE.com if Vince found it important enough. Well, it wasn't anything new and she was sure those rumors were out there already since that unexpected kiss they'd shared. That kiss had nearly knocked the breath out of her. She'd never felt anything like that. It was wierd considering the people she had kissed.

"Follow me..." She said softly in his ear and entered her home. She kicked off her shoes, deciding she'd put them away neatly later. Right now all her focus was on Chavo. She hit the lights and raised her arms in show. "Kitchens over there." She pointed to her right. "One of the living rooms there." She pointed to her left where a couch and fireplace were. A flatscreen was mounted above the fireplace. Smiling she took his hand and led him through the rest of her home, starting downstairs with the weight room and slowly moving up to the second level and to the spare bedrooms and bathrooms that occupied much of the space. She had designed almost everything herself and felt if ever need be, she could fall back on interior design.

She stopped before the final door that had yet to be opened. She leaned her back against the door, her hands folded on her tailbone. She smiled at him cutely, her blonde hair framing her face. "I don't know if I should show you this room." She said almost sincerely. It was her sanctuary and she wasn't sure if she was ready to invite Chavo into that quite yet. She'd known the guy for some time, but were they moving too fast? She was a grown woman and didn't feel she had to answer to anyone for her actions, but would her infatuation with the Latino turn around to bite her and cause her to lose her fan base? She knew she had to seperate her job from her personal life, but she loved her fans and didn't want to lose them. But then, why should she give up hapiness to please them?

Screw it. "But it wouldn't hurt to look." She said with a coy smile before she turned the nob and backed the door open. She stood there with her back pressed against the door, looking over her clean room, keeping her hand from straying to the lightswitch. It was pretty with the moon shining its light in from the balcony glass doors. She looked over at Chavo and smiled. Doesn't hurt to look...

dirty.angel - 15-4-2008 at 11:28 PM
Morning seemed to come around quickly for Ms. Michaels. No sooner was she asleep, that her eyes started to open again. She’d had a rather long slumber for her, she’d slept in actually, it was probably about 9am and she was calling that a sleep in. Crazy. But that was the way it was these days. As soon as the light seemed to hit her pupils, she closed then turning herself into John’s chest. She didn’t want to wake up, face the daylight; she was too comfortable in bed to wake up. It didn’t feel like time yet, but yet her body was telling her to get up and get moving. Maybe she could just ignore it for a little while longer.

Groaning, she opened her eyes, managing to keep them open this time, looking around the room, a comfortable look on her face. Sure, she wasn’t exactly pain-free, far from actually, but everything else seemed to make that go away just a little bit. 

She wasn’t sure if John was awake, and quite frankly she didn’t care. If she was awake, he was going to be awake. That was the rule, well the rule that had been made when she woke up first. “ Baby, it’s nine am” she said softly, pulling herself out of his grip leaning against the headboard. The real pain starting to kick in as she attempted to find herself a comfortable position. She raised her left arm, managing to wipe the drool from the side of her mouth, luckily, she hadn’t made puddles of drool everywhere. It was a gross habit, but she couldn’t help it, it happened a lot, especially when she was over tired, it’d be like the great flood all over again.

When John didn’t seem to stir, Elisha contemplated getting up and throwing a pillow at him. But, hey, that required effort, and she was tired. Instead, she shoved him lightly, waiting for a response. Damn, this guy slept like a rock, or something he wasn’t budging. “ John, babe, breakfast is ready” she said a little louder, she knew the mention of food would wake him up. He always seemed to be eating something, and she knew he had a love of food, healthy or unhealthy. Well, in his case more so healthy.

Finally when John’s eyes opened she grinned widely. “ Morning” she said chirpily. Which really was odd, she wasn’t usually a mornings person, but then, most mornings she didn’t wake up next to John did she. Moving, she glanced at the side of his face, pulling a ‘ouch’ kind of look. “ Damn, he left a mark” she commented, too afraid to even run her fingers over it. “ I think someone will be icing that soon, it’s bruised like hell.” Thinking of her own bruises, she lifted her singlet slightly pulling a face, her whole torso seemed to be bruising in purple and blue splodges. And even where it wasn’t beginning to bruise, it seemed to hurt just as bad. She pulled her shirt back down, and moved to get comfortable again, ugh, she still had all that food from last night to work off. She really couldn’t be bothered.

“ I didn’t drool on you last night did I? I have a habit of drooling, so I’m sorry if I did” she paused “ Anywho, did you enjoy your sleep?”

Yunalesca - 30-10-2008 at 07:09 AM
John had slept rather deeply that night, and it was the most comfortable he'd been in a long while. He could credit it to the pain killers he'd taken before bed and how exhausted and beaten he was before his lids closed, but he knew the real reason. It was because he'd had his girl in his arms last night, cradling her against him while they slept. It was relaxing to know she was there. He hadn't had that luxury for a long time and he hoped that he didn't lose it either. To feel the rise and fall of her breaths against his arm and body. To smell her with every intake of breath and the touch of her soft skin had lulled him to sleep last night. For that he was thankful for he hadn't slept well between illness and injury and stress from the job.

And then he heard her whispering in his ear. He felt his eyes open, saw through blurry vision, but his body refused to move. He was in worse shape then the previous night, feeling the effects of the beating he'd received. He ignored her wake-up call and drifted back to sleep. He wasn't asleep for long however when she came back to announce breakfast was ready. He was by no means ready to eat, but to keep her happy he stirred slowly. He blinked, feeling the sting from the black eye and hoping it hadn't swelled much. He'd known he was going to have one hell of a shiner. It made him angry that his oppenent would have the glory of making a visible mark on the Champ, but he would come back twice as strong as before. "Breakfast..." He mumbled, trying to push himself up.

When he finally got up he heard her remarks on his eye and groaned. He hated worrying her when she had her own things to think about while she was on her mini vacation/recovery time. "Bruised, yeah, but who isn't after last night? Monday nights are turning into a living hell with those assholes on the loose again." He growled, thinking about McMahon. But he relaxed, remembering this would be the last morning with Elisha for a while, until he went to see her. Even then he wouldn't be sleeping with her. He could only imagine Shawn's reaction to that. Even if they had a temporary alliance, he was still a rival for the title that John currently held. No reason to add fuel to the fire.

"Drool?" He laughed and looked himself over. "No, girl, you're too perfect for human sleeping reflexes." He said smoothly and leaning to kiss her on the cheek. "It's going to be a rough time without you, I haven't slept that well in a while." He said "Now where's that breakfast...Or were you lying to me?" He growled playfully, taking her down in a gently tackle to the bed. He pinned her underneath him and smiled down at her. He let her hands go and just watched her bat her eyes. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

dirty.angel - 30-10-2008 at 07:18 AM
Whilst her man had been waking up, or attempting to at least, Elisha had ordered breakfast. And much like the evening, none of the contents on the room service trolley were extremely healthy. Hey, the girl was a Texan, fruit didn’t enter into her vocabulary until she started in the business. She blamed her father for her eating habits, after all, when Shawn was home, a healthy diet didn’t exist. She glanced across at the now waking John and smiled gently. 

She giggled lightly as he pinned her playfully to the bed and shrugged. Her sleep the pervious night had been no less than wonderful, just knowing that he was there made her sleep as well as she did. Now she didn’t really want to go home to an empty bed.
“ Well good morning to you too” she chuckled, grinning up at him slightly, already thinking about eating that stack of golden syrup covered pancakes, topped with vanilla ice cream and strawberry jam. She had a feeling he felt like crap, plus the shiner on his chiselled face didn’t look too good either.
“ I ordered you some fruit, oats and yoghurt, if you want it. I wasn’t sure if you’d feel up to eating” she commented simply, continuing to think about her pancakes.

During the time he’d fallen back asleep, ‘Lisha had called her daddy, who had so kindly booked her flight back to San Antonio. She wasn’t exactly excited to be going home, just ‘cause she knew her mother would be bothering her about her ribs as well as everything else. She loved her mom, she really did, and majority of the time they got along fine, but sometimes, she was just too much. But it wasn’t the whole mother situation that she wasn’t looking forward to, it was leaving John. He’d breathed new air into her, bought a sparkle to her eye, these days she hated being away from him, how was she going to go a week without her Chain Gang Soldier?

Luckily her flight wasn’t until mid-evening so she still had the whole day. But she had to go to the gym, and she wouldn’t blame John for wanting to stay in bed. There was no doubt he felt like crap, and it probably hadn’t been a good idea to wake him up, probably a little bit selfish now she thought about it more. Grinning as she moved to get out of his grip, which wasn’t exactly as hard as she made it look, she leant over to the trolley and grabbed that plate of pancakes she’d been thinking about. Of course, there was a banana on the trolley, just to keep the unhealthy to healthy balance. Well, it wasn’t really balanced but she’d like to think it was. Hamburger and salad, Pancakes and Banana, in theory it seemed to work. Perhaps just not in real life. After all, half the time the salad was left on the plate.

“ Well you’re not the only one who slept like a baby” she told him, swallowing the pancakey-goodness. “ I’m sure you’ll survive. You’re old enough, and ugly enough to survive without me” she grinned kissing his cheek lightly.
“ I fly out at 8:30 tonight” she mentioned in passing, as she tossed the banana peel onto the trolley and made an effort to move out of bed, but struggling. It hurt, and her meds were in her bag on the other side of the room, she’d have to suffer pain for relief, just like it would be at the gym. She knew she wasn’t meant to do any weights, or really anything strenuous, but you can’t keep a good bitch down right? Plus, if she went at the right time, no one would be there to tell her otherwise. “ Alright….Alright, come on Elisha, lets get moving” she muttered to herself, as she moved out of the bed, whimpering in pain as she did, the urge to scream had been hard to fight off, but drawing attention to an injury wasn’t her style.

Yunalesca - 12-4-2009 at 08:25 PM
John nearly grimaced as he saw what Elisha had ordered and started to shovel in her mouth. She was one of the oddest girls he'd met. He kept forgetting she was from Texas, however. He remembered wrestling in Amarillo once and the big attraction being a 72 oz steak. He couldn't imagine trying to finish that thing in an hour, but people tried and failed often. He felt he would get sick just watching something like that. He remembered Trish trying to drag him there to watch the spectacle, and see the horse hotel, but he'd declined. Neither one of them would have been able to eat there anyhow. Both were fitness junkies, Trish maybe moreso then him. She had even gone out of her way to plan his diet for him, being a fitness model and all.

"Thanks, does wonders for my self esteem." He joked, nodding as she mentioned she had to fly out at 8:30. He probably had to get moving before that. He didn't have a terribly long drive, but he should get there early in case some fans were outside waiting to see a superstar or two. John Cena, always going out of his way to make people happy even though more and more of them were starting to hate him. He shrugged it off, however. He remembered switching between the love and hate of a wrestler so many times in his youth. It was wierd now that he thought about it. He'd grown up watching Shawn Michaels and now he was wrestling with him/against him and dating his daughter. How life threw curve balls, eh?

John grabbed the low fat yogurt from the tray and licked off the lid while Elisha tried getting up from the bed. He watched her wince in pain and knew she was hiding a great deal of it from him, just like he was from her. It was a wrestlers way of life, just shrug it off. Half the time it got them into serious trouble and needing surgery, but itf they bitched and moaned about every little thing they wouldn't get anywhere and the locker room would take them as a joke. He bit on his lip as she whimpered, wanting to scoop her up and take care of her himself. He knew better, however. She was Shawn's girl and he doubted that stubborness had skipped a generation. He might get yelled at more then he would be thanked if he helped her. 

Even so, it hurt him to hear her in pain like that. A Michaels didn't whimper unless it hurt like hell. She'd been busted up pretty bad, maybe moreso then John had. He finished the yogurt in two spoonfuls, not really tasting what flavor it had been. He tossed the plastic spoon and container on the cart and stood, steadying Elisha as she seemed to falter. "You listen to the doctor. I know you're going to sneak out to the gym, just be careful. I'm not going to be there to stop you." He said, looking her in the eye. "Let's get this show on the road." He said with a smile, kissing the top of her head. He turned away to give her privacy and started to dig through his suitcase for clothes.

dirty.angel - 12-4-2009 at 09:44 PM
“ Yes Sir” she mumbled upon hearing the lecture about not working too hard at the gym. How was she not meant to work hard after the two meals she’d digested in the past twelve or so hours? Moving herself, and her bag into the bathroom, Elisha shut the door with her foot and headed to the massive shower. She was still trying to get over how big his bathroom was. How big did ones bathroom had to be? Seriously? Undressing and getting into the nice warm shower, a sound of complete happiness as the hot water hit her battered and bruised body. A nice, hot shower in the morning seemed to be the cure for anything and everything.

Of course, being slightly childish and immature, and more so just herself that instead of getting out the shower quickly, Elisha had gotten carried away with her singing and forgotten completely about hurrying. It was only when she noticed her cell phone flashing away did she realise she should probably stop enjoying the hot shower and actually get ready to go catch planes, see some fans and do the whole family thing. Oh, and of course, the gym as well!

Finally pulling herself away from the shower, Elisha changed into a pair of shorts and a long sleeved top. Nothing too special, not like she was doing anything that required her to look nice, she didn’t actually have a signing or anything, more so she was just going about normal life. She pulled her wet hair up into a rather messy bun type thing and threw down a couple of pills. Painkillers for broken ribs, right now were a godsend.

Finally when all girly, bathroom procedures were done and finished with, Elisha emerged from the bathroom with a smile, “ I’m seriously never going to get over the size of that bathroom” she chuckled, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “ I’m ready to go when you are.” Going home was kind of bring her mood down, she didn’t know how long she wouldn’t see John for. After all, RAW in San Antonio was in a couple of weeks, and he didn’t often get a day to himself. It’d be nice if he visited, but she certainly didn’t expect it.

Moving over to him once more, she leaned up on her tippy toes and brushed her lips against his softly. “ I’ll meet you downstairs, I gotta call dad” she explained to him, moving out the hotel room and towards the lift. Waking up next to John had bought a smile to her face, she didn’t exactly want it to disappear just yet.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 09:48 AM
Yunalesca - 4-7-2009 at 02:18 PM
John was packing his things back up when he heard Elisha singing in the shower. He started laughing as he heard her singing one of his songs. So she was being cute was she? He laughed again after the thought. How could she be anything but? Well, she could be one hell of a warrior. She had far too much of her father in her...well her mother too. He couldn't forget her mother had been a thing back in her wrestling days. He shook his head, what had he gotten himself into? Either way, she was still a girl and was of course taking a very long time in the bathroom. He never imagined her the sort to be that way, but then she was a WWE diva. They had to be glamourous and all.

She did finally emerge and made him laugh once more. She had a knack for doing that even though in the back of his mind he was wondering how he'd cope the next few weeks without her. He knew he'd be fine, but he would miss her regardless. Wrestlers lives were not easy, but it was his dream. She understood that well enough since she came from the Michaels family and was a wrestler herself. She would never ask him to compromise with work, never ask for more time then he could give. It was always more convenient to date within the business or at least someone who understood it. That way there wouldn't be hard feelings and there'd be an understanding that he'd want to be there for them, but he also had to be there for his job and his fans.

He let her soft lips brush his and resisted the urge to deepen it. They had to get going and he didn't want to do anything innapropriate...yet. He laughed at the thought. She was irresistable, but he didn't want to move on to anything more serious yet. He was enjoying these little intimate moments. That and he didn't know where he stood exactly with her father. He didn't exactly want to get back in the hole with Shawn if he could help it. He seemed to be on level ground with him and didn't want to risk that temporary allegiance. Mucking around with his daughter could enrage him and John didn't want to face that wrath. He'd rather have him on the Champs side and against McMahon if he could help it.

He grabbed his gear bag after quickly changing into shorts and a different t shirt. He wasn't much into stylin and profilin less it was called for. He liked to be more relaxed then anything. With everything set he exited the room and took the stairs to the lobby, giving Elisha more time to converse with her father before he arrived. He approached her, keeping some distance for her to wrap up her conversation before he'd take her to the airport.

dirty.angel - 5-7-2009 at 02:14 PM
Well, at least it was a smile on her face when she hung up the phone. It could be blamed on the pleasant conversation her and her father had partaken in, but she knew the real reason. Stepping out the lift, Elisha moved off towards John who had been so kind to take the stairs. She was coming to realise just how much of a gentleman he really was, and there was certainly no complaints coming from Elisha. Moving towards the man she had woken up to that morning, Elisha took his hand, and headed out towards the door, although there was an ever-familiar sound coming from outside the hotel. Screaming, John Cena fans. It might have been stupid to let go of his hand, but she knew what it was like to be a fan, and those girls all had dreams of being the one to hold his hand. She didn't want to damper any dreams they may have had. " I'll meet you at the car" she told him quietly with a smile. She understood all of this, and it would never get on her nerves. His fans were important to him, as were her own, and if ten or twenty of them had woken up early to come stand outside the hotel and wait for you to exit, you gave them the time of day, your undivided attention. Moving out another door that led to the parking lot, she headed towards his car and waited there for him.

It didn't seem like very long, maybe ten minutes or so before he was back from making his fans happy and they were on the road to the airport. The worst part of all this was that she had to say goodbye to him for a few weeks. Sure, there would be phone calls and whatnot, but it wouldn't be the same as seeing him. It was only for a couple of weeks though, she didn't know why it felt kind of sucky, afterall she could go nine months or so without seeing her father and it was water off a ducks back. " So, what did your fans have to say?" Elisha asked with a soft smile, " You got some pretty dedicated ones, they managed to hunt you down and find you" she commented with a laugh, sitting back in the comfortable seat of his truck as they drove towards the airport. It was only a short drive, and in the back of her mind, Elisha knew that in a few minutes she would have to be saying goodbye to him. Although, it wasn't exactly a goodbye, it was more of a 'cya later'.

The arrival at the airport came quickly, and soon enough Elisha found herself standing at Gate 14. Hearing the final boarding call for her plane, a small pout crossed her face. She didn't want to leave John for a few weeks. He bought a smile to her face like no one else could, he gave her butterflies in her stomach, and she didn't want them to go away. Sighing, she looked over her shoulder at the people filing into the gate before looking back at him. " I gotta go" she paused looking up into his eyes, she laughed " But I'll see you soon. I'll call you when I get home" smiling, she pressed her lips against his roughly in a deep, loving, bordering on inappropriate kiss. " Don't you go getting yourself into trouble Cena" she smirked, pressing her lips to his once more before finally breaking away and heading off through the gate and onto her plane. 

~*~*~*~*~*

The few weeks Elisha hadn't been at RAW had gone slowly. Well, for her anyway. Sure, being at home meant she got to see her friends, meant that she wasn't working on a busy shedule and actually meant that she could relax. But then, there was the downside to being home, she didn't get to see her dad, she didn't get to see the other divas, but the main downside was that she didn't get to see John. Sure, they'd spoken on the phone every other day, but it wasn't the same. Even watching RAW was hard, because it just made her want to be there even more. With all that said, it had probably made her work harder, much to her mother and doctors dismay she'd been in the gym everyday, she'd been down to the wrestling school most days training, there hadn't been a day of rest, that was for sure. Thankfully, through all of that she had healed up and was ready to get back into that right.

Finally, after what had felt like a years wait, RAW was finally in San Antonio. Now, she hadn't actually told John or Shawn if she'd be there, she wanted it to be a surprise for them. But when she'd rolled up to the arena in own truck, the first thing she went and did was go give her Daddy one big giant hug. She'd always been a daddy's girl, even if she wouldn't admit it. But there was someone else she had to go see, someone who she'd been dying to see for weeks. Skipping off to John's locker room, which actually took a while to find, she knocked and waited by the door.

Yunalesca - 7-8-2009 at 05:31 PM
John smiled at her when she took his hand and had honestly not expected her to release his hand before they stepped outside to his screaming fans. He smiled back to her in response, admiring her. "Just a few minutes." He called to her before stepping forward to his fan and dropping his bags at his feet momentarily. He nodded and laughed with some of the devoted followers of his. He had always been grateful for his fan base and took the time for as many fans as he could. He remembered when he was young and admired those wrestling gods and how excited he would be to get their autograph and talk with him. Unfortunatly he couldn't remember every fan, but he did what he could. And so he did some autographs, pictures and spent some time talking with the small group of fans. They were happy to let him go, happy he'd taken time for them. He saluted them off before grabbing his bags and heading for his truck.

He loaded up and got in, starting the vehicle then driving off and toward the airport. It was quiet for a while until Elisha spoke up. He smiled and caught her gaze out of the corner of his eye before taking her hand in his. "Just a little small talk. Wonderin how me and your dad are getting on. But it was alright. I know what it's like to be a fan and for them to find me, well they deserve a little time. I'm just glad I don't have some crazy ones like King, but then I'm a little more admirable then him." He laughed after speaking of the commentator. He'd read the man's book and knew what kind of rep followed him ever since. John wasn't one to screw around with fans like that and certainly knew how to keep a relationship intact. "I know how to make time for them. You'd think Orton would pick up on it." He smirked, joking of a fellow wrestler who was a known ass toward his fans.

John helped Elisha with her bags and followed her to her gate to see her off. He nodded to her and was nearly taken off his feet by her kiss which he found himself emersing himself in rather quickly. "Take care, hun." He said to her before returning a tender kiss and watching her board. His heart wrenched, knowing he wouldn't see her for weeks, but it came with it all and so he wouldn't hurt too much. He'd miss her, but they'd see each other again so there was no sense in moping about it. It was out of his control and she needed to get home and rest.




Weeks went by fast for John, made easier by the late night calls with Elisha. Sometimes they'd have breakfast or dinner together via phone, which was unexpectedly cute for the Champ. Either way, he was happy to be in San Antonio finally, hoping to see Elisha after the show. She hadn't mentioned being there at the show so he was hoping Shawn would let the Champ swing by his home to see his daughter. He hated stepping on the locker room general's toes, but regardless, Elisha was now his girlfriend. He couldn't recall ever making it official, but that was how it was anyway. The locker room buzzed about it and Shawn had seemed more tense over the last few weeks since Elisha had gone home.

This of course didn't help their tag matches or their singles matches over the weeks. One was always expecting the other to turn on them. The trust between the two wrestlers just wasn't there, especially since John had become his daughter's boyfriend. John would never wish to take her from her father or replace him, but Shawn still seemed to feel threatened. John felt it had to do with the fact Shawn was aging and that John was the young stud that was going to be taking over the place Shawn currently had. John wouldn't want to force this daunting fact on the man, but it was true. Once more, this didn't make it easy for them to get along in the ring.

And so John was taping his wrists when he heard a knock on his door. He frowned, wondering who it would be. He didn't have a match with Shawn tonight so it wouldn't be him. He figured it may be Trish. He hadn't heard much from her since they'd parted ways that night and it seemed her and Chavo were pretty close lately. He was surprised when he opened the door however. "Elisha." He breathed and hugged her. "You didn't tell me you'd be here!"

dirty.angel - 8-8-2009 at 12:40 PM
The late night phonce calls, and the meals over the phone was all ridiculously cute for Elisha. It was unusual for her to partake in such cute activities, she'd always been the one to make the vomit noises when she heard of her friends doing such things with their partners. Yet now Elisha had those feelings going through her, it seemed like the best thing to do. When you didn't get to see the one you love for weeks, you did the best you could. For the past few weeks, just the sound of John's voice made her stomach do flips, she was finding it hard to admit that she was in love, hell, she could tell John that she was in love, but if Shawn or Rebecca asked her, she seemed lost for words. One could only imagine how Shawn would react if she told him she was in love with The Champ. As much as her father told her it was okay, she could tell there was just something he didn't like about it. No matter how much Elisha tried to explain, or how much she tried to tell him that no one could replace him, she could see the fear in his eyes, the fear of letting go of his daughter. It was kind of cute in a way.

Wrapping her arms around John in a hug, she spoke, " Well, I couldn't wait for dinner" she giggled, incredibly happy to feel the mans big arms around her. She'd missed him, there was no doubt about that. It was probably why she had immersed herself in getting better, the more time she was injured, the more time she spent away from John. Of course, she'd act all big and tough like it was easy, like the few weeks away had been easy, but the truth was it hadn't been. There'd been numerous days where she hadn't wanted to get out of bed, there'd been days where she'd cry from the pain she'd put herself through, but it had been the Michael's inside of her that had told her to keep going, and that the harder she worked the better the pay off. 

The doctor had cleared her, and she'd been a good enough daughter to tell her father that. She would also tell John, but there were more important things to do first, like say hello. Letting go for a moment, the smile that beamed across the blonde's face was huge, before she pressed her lips against Cena's softly. " I missed you" she told him quietly with a laugh, before letting go and walking inside his locker room. There was no doubt that Elisha was happy, she was cleared, RAW was in San Antonio, but most importantly she was with John. 

The next two hours would be intense no doubt. It's not like they'd be able to spend a whole heap of time together, considering he had a match and what not. But the point was, she was there and after the show, he was able to come back to the family home and have a large after-RAW family dinner. It happened every time the show was in San Antonio. When Elisha was younger it meant she got to see her Dad, and as she got older it was the same. Now, it was just a tradition and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Yunalesca - 23-9-2009 at 04:33 AM
John smile as Elisha entered his locker room and he closed the door behind her. He felt himself lift from the slight depression funk he'd gotten into. He loved her and missed her, but it wasn't exactly her absence that had strained him. It was the dancing on a fine line with her father and the onslaught of the McMahons. They loomed over him constantly, trying to force the belt off him. He was determined to keep it, but he didn't know how much longer that would last. He and Shawn may be getting along now, but John wasn't an idiot and knew sooner or later, regardless of his relationship with his daughter (or because of it), there would be a match. John was a competitor and would accept the challenge, but it didn't mean he'd be happy about it. He knew what their fighting did to Elisha and he didn't want to upset her. She knew the business, however, and would likely understand if it did come to that again. He could wish it otherwise and hope, but the McMahons would try to set it up if it didn't happen. They wanted them to fight amongst themselves and be miserable.

But John pushed that from his mind. He didn't want to think about that right now. He shouldn't when he had a woman like Elisha in his locker room. He grinned and walked up behind her, pulling her into him. "I missed you too. It's not as fun to do this with Trish." He joked as he nuzzled her neck. They both knew what Trish was to him and how she'd kick his ass if he ever tried that. Not that he would, he was a faithful guy and frowned upon things like that. If you love a woman then you don't fool around with anyone else. That was all there was to it. It was his moral code and he stuck to it. He had flirted a little bit before Elisha had come into his life, but it wasn't something he missed. He had her to flirt with now and didn't need anyone else to fill that need. "That and Trish is a badass who would murder me with her yoga skills." He joked again, kissing Elisha's hair before turning her around to face him.

"Does daddy know you're here? I'm sure he'd be pissed if he found you in my locker room before he was informed of your arrival. Speaking of, you aren't planning to sneak into my match tonight, are you?" He said in a more serious tone. He wouldn't put it past her and he didn't want her to get injured out there. Randy Orton was the new contender and there was a worry that Edge and Lita may be down there as well. They knew about John's connections with Trish and Chavo and wouldn't mind dishing out punishment for it.

dirty.angel - 23-9-2009 at 11:50 AM
She had to laugh, she knew Trish could kick anyones ass with her mean yoga skills. Hell, it was why she was womens champ. " She really is, isn't she?" Elisha laughed, turning to face John with a smile. She was incredibly happy to be back, but more so with him. Now she could get out of her own little horrible sad state she'd been in before arriving. Clearing her throat, she laughed. " Oh course daddy knows I'm here" she paused, laughing. " I went to see him first." she explained to him with a soft smile. " You know, you shouldn't worry so much about dad. He's just being him. It's the way he is, if you two end up in a match, then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Until then, you mister, need to stop worrying about that type of thing and focus on what's ahead of you" Wise words coming from the girl who was already worrying about a match between her boyfriend and her father. It was on the cards, everyone could see it happening, she was allowed to worry.

" Me? Sneak into your match?" she laughed it off, pretending she was shocked he'd even say something like that. " Don't worry, I'm not going to do down there. Not with those people around. I mean, I might catch a disease if I go anywhere near any of them" she laughed at her highschool like joke, before looking up at John with a reassuring smile. " Plus, I'm in the Diva's Number One Contender Battle Royal" she paused, knowing that John probably would think it was a bad idea. But it was her first chance at actually getting a title shot, and she wasn't going to turn it down. Plus, a chance to wrestle a legend like Trish, why would she turn it down? " Before you say anything, I'll be fine. I've been cleared and I'm fit to wrestle" she explained to him once again. The more she told him she was fine, the more she was actually telling herself. She'd worked damn hard to get back here, there was no chance she was going to let anyone wreck her hometown comeback.

But right now wasn't about any of that. It was about seeing John. " How have you been anyway?" she asked him softly, keeping her arms around him, she'd missed him, it was just so great to see him at the moment. " You know, I've been watching you, and you don't seem happy. You know, you just....I dunno. Not so happy" she paused, laughing " Have you been missing your snuggle buddy?" she joked, but sounding incredibly serious. She liked to joke and have fun, and with John it just seemed easy to do so. " I know I have been...." 

Now one needed to understand where Elisha was coming from. She'd spent weeks away because of the McMahon's and wanted to get her revenge. But she knew tonight wasn't the time. There was no point in her sneaking into a match of John's, it'd just give them more ammo. So, she'd keep her promise to not only John but to Shawn aswell, and she'd stay away. It was the best thing for her to do. Plus, it meant more time to relax and recover after the diva's battle royal. That was going to be one big bitch fight.

Yunalesca - 28-10-2009 at 05:32 AM
John smirked as Elisha told him not to worry about her dad. She tried to play it off as cool, that their match would be far off, but he knew better. He would always worry and wouldn't be trusting him no matter what. He may be Elisha's father, but John had seen his work over the years and would turn on the Champ at a moment of opportunity. And why not? He wanted a title shot and it'd be an excuse to beat him for laying hands on his daughter. Elisha was a big girl, but she would always be her fathers daughter and thus needed protecting at all ages. He would be the same way too, he imagined, if he had a daughter. He about laughed at the thought. Maybe that was the reason Shawn was so uptight. His daughter had joined the business he'd spent his life in and was now dating a fellow wrestler. He imagined he wanted his daughter to not be involved in this kind of rough life.

He paused his thinking however when she announced she had a match later in the evening. It was a battle royal so it wouldn't be as bad, but it still concerned him. Before he could voice it she cut him off. He had to smile, seeing that she knew he was going to protest her being in a match already. "Fit, sure. I'll be the decider in that and I say no. But you're going to go and do it anyway, just like I would." He offered gently.

"Of course I missed you." He said, kissing her forehead. He sighed and let go of her, stepping back. "Just, wearing down with this McMahon bullshit." He stated, actually showing his emotion for once. "I minded my own business and wanted it to be kept that way, but now...Now even my friends aren't safe. You aren't safe. That's why I worry." He said, his gaze turning dark as he looked at her. He wasn't usually one to appear vengeful, but looking at how the royal family had been decimating them all made him angry. They continued to try and strip him of his title and humiliate him. When that didn't work they'd target his friends. Did they think he wouldn't fight back. He turned away from Elisha, taking a deep breath and looking at the ceiling. "Don't let me affect your mood. I'm not usually like this. I never thought I'd say this, but I feel like I need a break. Several years continuously on the road is taking its toll. But yet, I don't have the means to lay low for a while. It's just not in me." He explained, hoping she knew how he felt.

dirty.angel - 29-10-2009 at 08:19 PM
Elisha watched him for a moment. She had reason to worry about him, and was allowed to at that. " Hey, don't go talkin' like that alright" she said watching him for a moment, she understood what he meant. Sure, she'd not gone through it, but she'd seen someone go through it, and had a small understanding of how it affected someone. " You know what, your worries are my worries, and your feelings are my feelings" she explained taking his hands, and grinning. " So take a break, take a weekend off, have a long weekend" she suggested shrugging. Elisha highly doubted that he would, but the point was that she was trying to help, trying to suggest something. If it didn't help, then she didn't know what else to do. "You deserve a long weekend and you know it" she reminded him with a reaffirming nod. What else could she tell him? It wasn't like she could do anything, it was how he felt, and it was something he needed to deal with.

Tossing her bag on the chair, Elisha chuckled. " Well, Dr. Cena I am fit, and I will prove that to you this evening, when I win the battle royal" she told him, and yes she was going to do just that. John was right in his assumptions, Shawn had never wanted his little girl to grow up in the big, scary world of wrestling. He'd always thought that she'd do something else, something that didn't put her at risk of hurting herself every night. Needless to say, he wasn't happy that she was a wrestler, he accepted it, and loved that she enjoyed it, but he just had the dad element that freaked out, nor was he happy that she was dating a wresler. He liked John, thought he was a great kid, but he was the guy that was taking Shawn's little girl away and treating her like a princess. 'Lisha was no longer just Shawn's little girl, his little princess, she was someone elses queen.

Elisha grumbled at the thought of getting ready for her match. She had new ring attire to debut in her hometown, no longer was it little shorts and singlet type outfits. No, now she was pro, she was moving away from the amateur stuff and getting into the real deal kind of thing. Pulling the tights and top out of her bag she stared at them for a moment. How the hell were her legs going to fit into those tiny tights? Right they were tights. " Totally using your bathroom" she smiled, kissing his cheek as she moved past him.

The noises that came from the bathroom sounded rather interesting. It was as if she was struggling to even get her pants on. Which she was. The lady had told her the first time it would be hard to get them on, but good god this was ridiculous. A few deep breathes after the rather disturbing sounds and finally the tights were on. The top half was easy, far easier than the bottom half. Her tights resembled something like her fathers used to be, but a bit more fun and funky, and her top half, well, as long as everything stayed in, which it was likely to, she was gonna be okay. " You wanna touch the tights?" she laughed, walking around squatting and making funny faces as she attempted to get some movement going. They'd loosen up before she went out there, but right now she had the biggest wedgie it was almost painful. 

" You make a very wise decision wearing jeans" she told Cena with a wide grin, attempting to pick the wedgie out. Of course she was a lady, but when a lady had a wedgie, there wasn't, oh, who was she kidding, she was a bit of a tomboy and didn't really care who saw her pick her wedgie. " I can see you wanna laugh, you should laugh, 'cause when you laugh....you have the cutest dimples ever" she smirked, pinching his cheeks lightly before letting go and sitting on the seat. " Oooh, that's really quite uncomfortable"

Yunalesca - 10-4-2010 at 03:26 AM
John forced a smile as she called him doctor and kissed him on the cheek before slipping into his bathroom. He found himself distracted with her new ring attire, slightly surprised it was tights. He felt a little more at ease knowing more of his girlfriends skin was covered. It was a stupid thought considering how he ran around without a shirt on all the time, but it was always different for boys and girls, wasn't it?

He smirked when he heard the sounds coming from his bathroom as she tried on her tights for the first time. He remembered when he'd had tights and how he would often take time to break them in before the night of a match. Obviously Elisha hadn't picked up on that yet, which made him laugh a little. Was he robbing the cradle? He smirked and took a seat on the sofa, leaning back and rubbing his face with his hands. He just had to focus tonight, think about his match. Elisha would be fine.

Then she emerged and made his thoughts stray again. Amazing how she did that. Then she commented about his attire and teased him about touching. She was far too cruel to him as he continued to protect her virtue. And he finally laughed, giving her what she wanted. Without notice his arms slid under her and forced her into his lap. Feeling tired, he rested his head in the nook of her shoulder, taking a deep sigh. "A vacation would be nice. Maybe your family will just beat me senseless over dinner and I can take some time off." He joked, both of them knowing far too well he wouldn't take a break. He had to be in damn bad condition to do so. Unfortunatly he could feel that day coming. He was hiding it, but he knew his body was wearing down. These battles with Umaga and every other wrestler in McMahons arsenal was wearing him down.

"You should be warming up." He said simply, kissing her hair before lifting her off him and tapping her behind to get her moving. "Don't think about me, think about your match. I'll have your back." He stated with a smile.

dirty.angel - 10-4-2010 at 08:53 PM
" My family is going to pound you over dinner" she said matter of factly as she got herself moving, moving to stretch in the middle of John's locker room. " Seriously, be prepared. You'll have my parents, my siblings who will most likely ask you what your favourite colour is and if you like food" she laughed " But the grannies and gramps are coming too. Dad's home so it's a family affair" she teased, wrapping her arms around her foot and pulling herself down. " If at any stage you feel violated you just let me know." she winked, keeping her head down as she stretched out. Elisha was aiming to keep the atmosphere quite humourous because if it got too serious she'd loose her edge. That or she'd freak herself out. Her first shot at being number one contender and she just had to get through seven other diva's.

" You have my back huh? You gonna get in the ring in something skimpy and clear all the other diva's?" she asked, standing and stretching out her back. She was ready, she could do this, as long as she didn't hurt herself again. " Okay, I should go. Get out there. I'll catch you on the flip side" Elisha chimed quickly, starting to feel a little nervy. She could hear the fans out there, cheering on whichever time filler match was in the ring. 

Pressing a soft kiss on Cena's lips, she ran a hand through his buzz cut and quickly left the locker room. Instead of walking, Elisha jogged backstage, getting her heart rate up. Seven diva's left before her to their own music and pyro, and the sound of the fans. It was that sound that reassured her she was in the right business. 

When the sound of her own music filled the arena, the adrenaline kicked in and Elisha practically ran out to her hometown crowd, jumping up and down smiling, the signs saying welcome home, the fans cheering, everything excited her. Good god, she'd never been so excited to be out there than she was right now.

The battle royal seemed to go quickly. What seemed like minutes there was only three Diva's left. Michelle, Beth and herself. Things were starting to hurt as she slumped into the turnbuckle, hoping that the two big guns would fight it out. Eventually, Michelle was eliminated and it was only Elisha and Beth left. Elisha was a hell of alot smaller and alot less stronger, but she was quick and in her hometown wanting something that she'd never had. Beth threw the young Michaels around the ring for a while and for a moment it'd almost ended. If 'Lisha hadn't held onto that rope, it would have been entirely different. Pulling herself back into the ring, Elisha waited for Beth to turn around before hitting Sweet Chin Music. Thanks Daddy! Throwing the blonde out the ring, she waited till Beth's feet hit the floor before celebrating. 

Standing on the turnbuckles celebrating, she finally got backstage after clapping the crowd. Her first stop, Shawn's locker room where she got a celebratory hug and clap on the shoulder. Second stop? John's locker room, where she opened up the door and closed it behind her happily.

Yunalesca - 29-6-2010 at 01:51 PM
John paused when he heard her say that more than just the parents would be there. He hadn't thought about her siblings, let alone her grandparents. He felt like it was a bit early to be thrown to the dogs, but then he'd already got past the hard part, her father. He didn't necessarily approve but he hadn't made a point to end Johns life just yet. But only time would tell on that part. "The whole ban dam family, eh?" He asked of her with a smirk. It would certainly be interesting, but he had to focus now, even though he knew she was just trying to keep things light for them both. It was kind of her, but they both knew their minds were elsewhere. Of course her new attire was keeping his eyes on her.

John smirked at her comments. "We both know it's not divas I'm worried about. Good luck." He said and kissed her forehead.



He watched Elisha's match between his pacings. He was so sure something would happen.When nothing did but her winning, he found himself a little disappointed and edgy. This only meant something was in store for him. That was going to be great considering he had dinner with the family tonight and he was still beaten from before. Then the knob turned and his girlfriend was there before his eyes. He looked at her with relief, but a concern still mirrored in his eyes. "Good show, little girl." He joked lightly, stretching out his arms for a hug.

dirty.angel - 29-6-2010 at 02:19 PM
It was sad, that in a business you loved you had to watch your back, unfortunately it was how Elisha felt right about now. Sure, nothing had happened to her yet, but it didn't mean it wouldn't. Then there was John to worry about. He'd been made a target by just about any one, and when you made John Cena a target, everyone knew what was going to happen. Jumping into John's arms she hugged him back and gave a wide smile. " Thanks" she said through gritted teeth. She may have been fir, and cleared but it didn't mean that she wasn't still in pain. 

Finally letting go, Elisha smiled softly, moving to pull her hoodie over herself. " I'll be back" she said, kissing his cheek. " I need some food!" she announced, walking out of his locker room and towards catering. She stopped to talk to a few people, it was the kind of person she was. It didn't matter if you were a techie or a champion, Elisha was going to give you the time of day, regardless.

Elisha viewed catering as a place of harmony, where you were served good food and you could enjoy your meal. After all, she enjoyed the little things in life. But this time it was different, with her back turned and her mind on how many scoops of food she'd given herself she never saw it coming.

Beth Pheonix obviously wasn't happy with how the battle royal turned out. Sooner rather than later, there was an all out brawl in catering between the two girls, with Elisha covered in god knows what food, as well as Beth. Referee's were trying to pull them apart, as was security but both kept coming back for more. It was unprofessional to jump someone from behind, especially when they were trying to enjoy a meal. So, obviously Elisha was pissed.

Beth was going for Elisha's ribs, and Elisha was simply protecting herself. God damnit, nothing was ever peaches! Hearing her fathers voice and feeling his hands pulling her away she put her hands up defensively. She knew the look her father was giving her, and within a few moments, after her clean break Beth Phoenix hit the ground with a thud clasping her jaw. Sweet Chin Music could hit at any time. Smirking at her father when she felt his hand clasp her shoulder and walk her back. It wasn't her nasty side that just came out, she'd been protecting herself and proving herself. Still Elisha was pissed off, and when Shawn dissapeared, Elisha moved off to her own locker room to shower and rid herself of the mash potato in her hair.

The younger Michaels wouldn't admit it but she was hurting. Her shower didn't help, but she couldn't let anyone know, especially John. He'd be off his game and it was the last thing she wanted. So with a fresh pair of jeans on and a clean hoodie Elisha headed back to John's locker room. She'd clearly been crying from the pain, her eyes were slightly red and there was no make up to cover her eyeballs. Her head was telling her it wasn't just Beth behind that attack, it was just in her home town she didn't want to be down, but there was always going to be something.

Slinking into John's locker room and onto the couch quietly she said nothing, made no eye contact and kept her eyes on the television monitor. Elisha's laugh and smile had temporarily been taken away, she had gone from being ontop of the world to feeling like the scum of the earth. She just wanted RAW over so she could go home and enjoy being home with her family. She wanted to go home and laugh, knowingly be embarassed, but none of that could happen until RAW was over.

Yunalesca - 30-7-2010 at 03:33 AM
John smirked as Elisha left to get more food. He didn't know how she could eat so much and remain so small. He knew she worked out and apparently didn't have to worry too much about what she put in her stomach. John on the other hand, along with much of the roster, had diets consisting of grilled chicken and fish as well as protein shakes and MuscleMilk. His metabolism was nowhere near as fast as his girlfriends. He was probably too big to be having a metabolism like that anymore. His muscular frame demanded proteins that weren't found in your average burger and so he avoided it altogether. However, he did enjoy a beer every now and then. What good was living if you couldn't have a little fun?

He began to worry after Elisha hadn't shown up after twenty minutes or so. He wondered if maybe she had been attacked and moved to check, but decided against it. She could handle herself and had probably just gone back to her locker room to shower or something. He had a feeling she might get mad if he went running to check on her. She was too independent a person for that. So he turned back and returned to warming up, stretching out to prepare for his match. He was still sore from his last beating, but he worked through it as they all had learned to do upon entering the business. He just hoped it didn't get worse. The last thing he wanted to do was work through something to find out it was more serious than he'd imagined and be forced out of commission for god knew how long. He would be stripped of his title at that point if that was what happened.

While he was warming up he heard a knock at his door and frowned, wondering if it was someone coming to jump him or something ridiculous like that. It wasn't Elisha, for she was past the point of knocking on his door. He answered it, pulling the door open abruptly and startling Trish Stratus.



"John...I think I made a mistake." Trish said to her friend as they stood at his door, both scowling at the camera crew who had followed her. The last thing she wanted was her fans to be hearing what she had done, but there was no shaking them. Maybe Vince had assigned them to her as punishment for her affiliation with the champ. "Chavo came back to my place in Toronto," she started and heard the fans cheer. She grimaced behind a veil of her blonde hair. "It was great...but now we don't talk. Whenever we go out he rushes off to answer his phone. I don't think I mean to him what I thought. I think I'm just another one of his 'Mamacitas'." She said and heard the crowed hush.She looked tentatively up at John and saw he was sweating slightly. She had interrupted him warming up.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know who to talk to about this. I'm struggling with the realization it was probably all a lie." She ended before sighing and turning away.



John closed the door gently and crashing to the sofa. He hadn't been able to give her much support and hated to see his friend in that state. They'd all suffered enough and now her heart was being broken by someone they had all believed cared for her. God Bless Eddie, but Chavo was a Guerrero and it had to be habit by now.

Then Elisha came back and he noticed her change of attitude. He bit his lip as he thought to press her for details, but decided against it. She'd talk about it when she was good and ready, not a moment sooner. "I have to get going. Should keep Trish company til I come back. Looks like you could use the friend right now." He said with a soft smile before kissing her hair and turning away. Well tonight seemed to be going just dandy. He shook his head as his music hit and he walked through the curtain.

[Yunalesca]

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dirty.angel - 31-7-2010 at 12:24 AM
As John turned away, Elisha smirked, catching his hand. Swiftly, she pulled Cena into an intimate kiss, a kiss that was probably not for TV time, and not for kids to see. Thankgod that the cameras weren't around. The PG rating would have sky rocketed. But one had to remember, Elisha hadn't seen her man in weeks, and now she'd just been attacked from behind, and heard her friend and one of her mentors was going through a rough patch. She just needed to know that her man was there, and that he was going to be there for a while. " Good luck out there" she winked, slipping out of his locker room before he could and heading off to find Trish. Elisha sure hoped that had gotten Cena a bit riled up and ready to go. He needed to shake that feeling he was getting, and what a better way than to have that kind of kiss from your girlfriend. 

Moving through the halls, Elisha found Trish's locker room and knocked a couple of times. However she didn't wait for the legend in her own right to come to the door, instead she just opened it slightly, poking her head in. " Trish?"she called, and when she heard an answer, slipped in and fell onto the couch. " I was looking for a hang out buddy, and I figured you're the best person for that" she explained, attempting a smile. Everyone had seen on the monitors the conversation between John and Trish, and of course Elisha felt for her friend. So, even though Elisha was feeling a bit crappy and a bit down about the previous events of the night, she knew she had to be there for Trish. Unfortunately, Elisha had never been someone to deal with serious situations, and if she did she attempted to lighten the mood with some humour. However, she was lost for words. " Uhm...so....what's been happening lately?" she asked with a chuckle " You know....since it's been forever since I've seen you and.....stuff" Well, if that wasn't the most awkward conversation starter ever!

It was time for John's match, it was unfortunate that no one knew who his opponent was. The McMahon's were keeping her man guessing so that he was more likely to slip and fall. So, she heard John's music and watched as he headed down the ramp like usual, listening to the female fans squeal with delight, Elisha really did wonder why she hadn't received death threats yet! Like most of the arena, she sat waiting to hear who The Champ's opponent would be. She knew it wouldn't be someone easy, they wouldn't do that to John. However she hadn't been expecting....

I'm just a sexy boy.....

Elisha's eyes widened and shook her head in horror. This couldn't be happening. Of course, she knew the day would come but she wasn't expecting it this soon. Sure, what was a San Antonio RAW without Shawn Michaels, but still. This was turning into a nightmare! Watching as her father did his thing and said his prayers, she glanced to Trish smiling, as if to tell her everything would be okay, after all Shawn would offer his hand first. And he did, offering to shake John's hand as a sign of respect. This wasn't two enemies wrestling that was for sure! However, it was John Cena's girlfriends father, and he had some lessons to teach. Like, that you really shouldn't lay a hand on his daughter. So when the match started, Elisha could see the look in her dad's eyes, as if he'd been waiting for this.

Sure, Elisha and John hadn't done the deed and she wasn't going to divulge that information to anyone! It was something about protecting her innocence or her virtue. Whatever the reason, it was good to know he just didn't want in her pants, Elisha had been with boys like that before! This family dinner after RAW was certainly going to be interesting!

Yunalesca - 25-8-2010 at 01:49 AM
John groaned slightly as Elisha surprised him with a kiss before sauntering off. She got him riled and now he'd have to fuel that toward his match, but maybe that was her intentions all along. He couldn't fool her if he tried. She knew he was in the dumps. He was concerned about his current condition, still wrecked after Umaga had taken him out. If that wasn't enough then he certainly was worried about Elisha's father coming after him. One moment he'd shake Johns hand and the next he'd be going for Sweet Chin Music. He had to know she'd find someone at some point, but he had likely preferred someone outside of the business. It was almost like the McMahon-Helmsleys all over again.

John waited in the ring, stretching off the ropes and loosening up his shoulders after tossing his shirt into the crowd. His hope was that wouldn't be the last thing he did. Everyone had been tight lipped about his opponent. The last thing he needed was another run in with Umaga, or god what if they sent Mark Henry out there. John was quicker and more agile than the big man, but he was called the World's Strongest Man for a reason. John had seen him compete and seen the things he had done on Smackdown after winning the coveted title. Any man who could bend an iron frying pan in half could surely break a few bones with little effort.

His head jerked up at the sound of Shawn's music. At first he thought it was a joke, but seeing Shawn all geared up proved it was for real. John shook his head and started laughing, not in a comical manner but as a 'I can't believe this is happening' way. They sure had picked an opponent for him. There was no love loss between the McMahons and Michaels, but they knew Shawn wanted a go at the Champ and the McMahons were more than willing to watch them destroy eachother. The moment the relationship between the Champ and Elisha had slipped out it had been doomed. Daddy wasn't happy, that much John could tell as he entered the ring, not taking his eyes off of the Champ.

John took the courtesy shake from Shawn before they began to grapple.




Trish had been slouched into the couch when Elisha came in. Instantly she straightened up to hide her confusion and pain, but the whole conversation had been shown to the world so of course Elisha had to know of her hardship. "Oh, just getting beat down by the McMahon's, what else is new." She joked, wishing to avoid any conversation about Chavo. She felt her pocket vibrate and she looked down to see it was him. He'd probably heard what she'd been saying. He wasn't even at the arena tonight for all she knew. Sighing, she hit 'ignore' and tossed the phone in her gym bag. She was far from the mood for talking.

Her eyes shifted to the screen to see Shawn walking down the ramp to face off against John. "You're fucking kidding me." She said aloud, the disbelief clearly in her voice. "They just want us to tear eachother apart now. What the hell." She commented, shaking her head.

dirty.angel - 25-8-2010 at 02:19 AM
Oh this was happening alright. Shawn was going to give John the beat down he deserved for choosing his daughter to have a relationship with. Sure, John was a nice guy, but Elisha was Shawn's first born. Needless to say, there was a lesson Cena had to learn and Shawn was going to teach it. So, the match started, and Shawn looked alot different than in his usual matches. Why? Because there was a reason behind it. Each punch, each grab it had intention. It was just a taste of what Shawn would do to The Champ if he broke his little girls heart. This wasn't about the McMahons, and it wasn't about beating eachother up, this was about letting his little girl date the Chain Gang Soldier. If that was going to happen, this guy had to know what he was in for. Basically, if Elisha got hurt, John Cena better be a good hider, Shawn would find him and make him pay.

The match seemed to go on for fifteen minutes or so. The fans were treated to probably one of the best matches in a long while. Sweet Chin Music had been hit, the Attitude Adjustment had also been hit, but both had kicked out. Why? Because this was all about proving something. Proving it to one another, Shawn had to prove that he was going to always be around to protect his little girl, and John had to prove he was good enough for Elisha. Of course deep down Shawn knew that he was, it was just that over protective Dad thing. However, after fifteen minutes, as Shawn lay on the mat outside the ring, he knew he couldn't get up. He was tired, he was sore, and hell, he just wanted to go home! He couldn't wrestle John any longer, he was too tired, the kid had taken alot of energy to stop. Why wouldn't he? He was half HBK's age, bigger, heavier, faster and stronger. When the familiar sound of the bell rang, Shawn almost expected to be announced as the winner, but when he heard the double countout, he figured that John must have been as spent as he was!

Slowly, Shawn rose from the mat, moving to lean against the baricade, finally able to stand and take a few breaths. He noticed Rebecca in the crowd and moved to press a soft kiss on her cheek before heading up the ramp. Raw was over, he could show some love to his wife! Plus, he wanted to get home and eat. He wanted to watch Cena squrim under questioning from the whole family!



" Oh yeah. That sounds like stacks of fun. You know what else is fun? Getting mashed potato out of your hair" Elisha laughed, her eyes on the monitor and laughing. " Oh you've got to be kidding me" she could only laugh. It wasn't funny, it was just plain old ironic. And for fifteen minutes or so, Elisha watched her father and boyfriend beat the holy hell out of eachother until neither could fight no more. Not many did that to the champ! But it was one hell of a match. Sitting in almost silence, the only sounds ever really heard where winces and other types of noises. Running a nervous hand through her hair, she swallowed again. " Hell of a match though" she reminded, looking to the Womens Champ and grinning. " Gotta give them that, hell of a match. And it makes dinner less awkward knowing neither can beat the other" she pointed out, looking around the locker room. When the monitor automatically turned off, Elisha stood up and stretched. " Well, Trish, I guess I'll be seeing you soon" she paused, hugging her friend " Give me a call, when you wanna talk yeah? I'm apparently an awesome listener."

Moving out the locker room and heading down the hall to her own room, she got changed. As soon as she got home dinner would start and the whole family was going to be there, she had to look nice. Changing out of a hoodie and jeans, Elisha threw on a dress, a short, kimono like dress and a pair of flats. She had to spend some time fixing her hair and her make up. She could only imagine what dinner would be like. Her boyfriend would get a grilling, and her family would embarrass her. There'd be photo albums, and stories and alot of laughter. Hopefully. And hopefully only one or two threats of castration....

Yunalesca - 26-8-2010 at 04:29 AM
John had given all that he could in the match, and likewise of Shawn it appeared, but it had not been enough to pull off a win. Somehow each had managed to tumble over the top rope on either side of the ring and hit the floor hard. People thought the mats were good protection, but they were so thin and compact it didn't matter much on whether you hit cement or the mat. They helped cushion your bones enough to keep them from breaking, but they were still unforgiving nonetheless. It had been enough to knock them both out for the ten and make it a double count out. Cena would have rather to have won, but it was good that he hadn't lost, per say.

He stumbled up the ramp after finally coming to, noticing Shawn already ahead of him, not making an attempt to acknowledge him. Dinner would be interesting, but John wasn't quite thinking about that just yet. He just wanted a shower and to rest for a minute. His head was pounding as well as his aches from the attacks earlier. He thought of little as he crawled into his locker room and stumbled into the shower.


Trish nodded to Elisha, muttering a 'see ya' as she walked out the door. She'd be turning in early tonight, not even bothering to go out. She was feeling miserable and wanted to heal in her own time.

dirty.angel - 26-8-2010 at 01:00 PM
Slipping out of her locker room, Elisha dawdled out to the hall and looked at the time. She'd give John a while to get ready. He was probably knackered from that match, there was no need to rush anyway. Stopping to chat, and say goodbye to fellow superstars and divas, finally she made it to Cena's locker room. The door was shut, and covered in the Orange Merchandise that was sold at every outlet in vast amounts. He was the face of the company. The McMahon's might not have liked him, and he might not have liked them but they were using him to their best ability that was for sure. Knocking on the door softly, she slipped inside and put her bag to the side. " You almost ready Champ?" she called taking a seat in the locker room and looking around.

Her stomach was beginning to turn and the butterflies were beginning to fly. However, she wasn't sure why. After all, John knew her Dad, shouldn't that be what she was most worried about? Or what girls worried about the most, boyfriends meeting fathers? Swallowing once more she smiled when he emerged " There's only one rule. Don't fall asleep at the dinner table, you don't know what my family will do to you" she laughed. She knew he was tired, especially after his match but this was all she was asking. Just one night, and then she'd be happy. She wasn't making it known just how much this meant to her. 

" Come on Cena, I even put on a dress for this thing. I don't want it to go to waste" she joked, placing one leg over the other. Maybe her stomach was in knots because she was actually hungry? At least there'd be a spread of her favourite foods!

Yunalesca - 27-8-2010 at 12:14 AM
John was still drying himself off when he heard a familiar voice echo in his locker room. Despite his fatigue he had to smile. He was fortunate to have her, especially after the fact she stood by him after he had beat on her father for a good fifteen minutes. Only in this business could you get away with that and meet a girl that wasn't bothered by something like that. He had never intended to date a fellow wrestler as it was one of the rules you were taught in training, but in a business like this you almost had to. Who else would understand you being on the road all the time and the fame that came with it. It took a wrestler to understand a wrestler. He was just fortunate they had begun to get good at keeping work from their personal lives, mostly.

When he finally exited, dress slacks and dark red button up shirt donning him, he had to stop and look at her. He knew he was gawking, staring at her even, but he couldn't help it. He hadn't seen her dress up before and it did well for her. The color and shape of the dress was perfect for her and he couldn't help but give her a warm smile before approaching her and pulling her hips into him. "I think you've revived me. No worries about falling asleep now." He said gently, still caught in her entrancing web. He felt that she was feeling slightly uncomfortable with his enamored look so he backed off from her with a kiss on the cheek.

"The dress could never go to waste. You look beautiful." He said with a smile, grabbing his bag over one shoulder and offering his arm to her. He took a deep breath and started for the door. "I guess I'd go through the fiery pits of hell for you." He joked as he walked with her down the hall and they piled into his black rental car. He felt a knot tightening in his stomach now as well. Meeting the parents...

dirty.angel - 27-8-2010 at 12:38 AM
A wrestler sure did understand a wrestler, they understood the calendar, the hours, the training, dating a normal person just didn't seem right. Almost as it if wasn't fair on the other. " Well, I should point out that dinner is probably the closest thing you'll come to hell" she chuckled as they walked down the hall. It was certainly going to be an interesting evening, Shawn would go from HBK to father-mode, and Elisha's dorkiness would come out even clearer. She was a dork and she wasn't afraid to admit it, to anyone. Hell, if she didn't walk into a glass door or something of the like you would start to wonder if hell was freezing over! " Took me a long time to pick out a dress you know, so you should like it" she chuckled, " Easy to remove as well" she winked only kidding of course. 

As they entered the parking lot there were a number of fans waiting to get a glimpse of a superstar or two. She was used to stepping back and everyone wanting pictures and autographs from John, but this time she was surprised people wanted pictures with her. Happily obliging to have some photos with some fans and sign a few autographs, she made it to John's rental and slid in. " To the Michael's household!" she announced with a smirk, as a whole heap of directions followed. Not like John couldn't follow them, plus they really weren't far away at all. 

A fifteen minute drive out of the way and they were rolling up to the house. It was a large house, nothing too over the top but large enough. " Welcome to your last supper" she kidded, getting out the car and tossing her bag over her shoulder, waiting for John before taking his hand and guiding him inside. Inside waiting was Elisha's whole family, who were chilling out laughing and joking. It was a big deal when Shawn came home, and now Elisha so everyone came around for a spread. Was kinda like Thanksgiving only early and no turkey! Opening the door, Elisha grinned " That better be chicken I smell!" she called out, as family started rolling through and the 'John this is blah blah, blah blah this is John' introductions started.

Yunalesca - 27-8-2010 at 12:50 AM
Elisha talking about her easily removable dress hadn't helped Cena's condition at all. His mind had begun to travel down that road and it was hard to pull it back in focus. He was deathly attracted to her and didn't need her to egg him on. However, he had no intentions to be trying anything in the house of Shawn Michaels. It would be suicide to attempt it. John wouldn't be surprised if he would hear a creaking board from downstairs and jump out of bed to see if John had moved at all. He only knew Shawn as the wrestler, not the father, but with the way he'd taken the news of his little girl dating the Champ, well he couldn't expect anything else. So it would be best to keep everything to himself this night and save it for another time.

"I wish you were kidding. I'm expecting some sort of 'Meet the Parents' with your dad as Robert DiNiro." He said as she stepped out of the car. He closed the door softly and stood there staring for a moment. It wasn't the grandest thing he'd ever seen, but it sure was something. The coloring of the house and the style were compliments of the state they were in. That thought reminded John that Shawn was indeed a Texan and they used the death penalty in these parts. He took his girlfriends hand gently and let her lead him on. He had never been one to be afraid, but he'd never had a reason to fear a girls family before. He knew Shawn could beat his ass if he wanted, he'd done it before.

He smiled as they stepped in the door, liking how Elisha changed almost instantly. She was happy with John, but he could tell she missed home. A different glow was about her as her family came forward and she was passed around for hugs before he was introduced to the family. He apologized to the group after all the introductions as he felt he couldn't possibly remember all their names in one sitting. They were led into the dining hall, one far larger than John had been witness to in his life outside of wrestling banquets. He had a feeling this room was reserved for the special occasions however as he could not imagine Shawn and his wife sitting at a table this large for a dinner alone.

He took a seat across from Elisha, noting that Shawn wasn't ready for his daughter to be sitting so close to John in his own home yet. John found himself settled between two uncles and wondered if they were going to hound him as he was sure Elisha's mother and aunts would.

dirty.angel - 27-8-2010 at 01:10 AM
Elisha was seated between her two younger siblings. Much younger. There was a large age gap between Elisha and Cameron, but it was cool, she could turn into a five year old at the best of times. As soon at her mother placed the food on the table, she dived in, stacking up the food on her plate. At least John knew she wasn't a salad girl, after all the plate seemed to be lacking greens. 

" So John, we'll leave the 'I'll kill you' speech to Shawn and we'll give you some insight into this one over here Don't you just love family? Elisha mentally facepalmed as her Uncles started on embarassing stories about her and what not. Shawn remaining quiet for most of the time. Her aunts were too busy swooning over her boyfriend, and John had seemingly won over her siblings when he answered that orange was his favourite colour. But seriously, we might be paying out on this one. But we love her. If you hurt her, just remember we know how to use a gun. All of us. 

" Awh. Now come on, don't scare him off. Kinda wanna keep him around" Elisha laughed, as she moved for seconds. She was sure as hell hungry and didn't plan on stopping for a while. Offering Cena a grin she chuckled, gently and went back to stacking on her food. " I want chicken tonight, like chicken tonight" she chimed to herself, jokingly eying off her sibling when they took some chicken from her plate. " You really wanna be doing that? Really? You know if you run away I'll....." As Cheyenne took off, Elisha got out of her chair and smiled. " Excuse me, I just have some chicken to rescue" she smirked, running off slowly after her little sister, a thump heard moments later. " I'm okay!" she called.

As Elisha left the room, Shawn cleared his throat and looked across at Cena. " Did good tonight Champ" he figured he'd start with a compliment before he went all dad-patrol on his ass. " So, you're sleeping on the couch tonight and if you as so as think about moving you wont wake up in the morning, understand me John?" he said sternly, before breaking into a Shawn Michaels classic smile " Now can you please go see if Cheyenne has killed Elisha yet?" he chuckled. But if Cena thought he was kidding, he sure had another thing coming!

Yunalesca - 28-8-2010 at 08:32 AM
John was enjoying himself, hearing stories about Elisha's youth and finding ways to relate to members of the family. He went into his own history a bit, talking about how his father was an owner of an independent wrestling fed up in the New England area. Having grown up so far north he had little in common with the Texans when it came to childhood, but he did well enough. He knew how to ride a horse and had handled a gun before which seemed to be enough for them. Oddly, they seemed to think northerners didn't know anything about horseblood or handguns, but he held his own. Sure, he hadn't grown up on a ranch or anything, but his parents had taken him horseback riding as a kid and he'd been on the back of one a few times in the last handful of years. He knew how to saddle and care for a horse so he was set in that aspect.

After each embarrassing story he would look at Elisha out of the corner of his eye and see her turn red. He gave her a warm smile, enamored with her all over again, but recovered quick enough so her father wouldn't reach across the table to wring his neck. He knew the talk would come and it finally did after Elisha took off after her sibling. John nodded to Shawn, answering with a 'yes sir' after every remark. He understood how the family felt about their little girl. He'd never had a sister or children, but felt protective of his 3 younger brothers. He didn't feel they had anything to worry about, he was so in love with her, but he had gotten something along the same lines before with previous girlfriends. But it was obvious the family saw how serious John was about her.

He didn't doubt Shawn would kill him if he moved from the couch. He had guns and would probably use them. John would probably let him because the last thing he wanted was to hurt Elisha in any way. He excused himself from the table and went to find his girlfriend and her sister. Elisha was on her back with the chicken in one hand and her sister on top of her, searching for a ticklish spot. John chuckled and walked up to them. He knelt down and turned to Cheyenne. "No, you're going in all the wrong places, it's right...here!" He said and directed Cheyenne to the stop just behind Elisha's ear. The chicken went flying and landed on Cena's dress pants, marinating them in sauce and oil.

dirty.angel - 29-8-2010 at 12:03 AM
Elisha squealed loudly and the chicken went flying. Both Cheyenne and Elisha watched as the chicken went flying on Cena's dress pants and paused for a moment before errupting in laughter. " I told you jeans would have been suitable" she said through laughter. Had her sister not been around then things that were said might have been different. As the tickling stopped, it gave enough time to hear " Jeronimoooooooooooo" and little Cameron ran in and jumped on Elisha stealing the chicken while at it. Whilst her two siblings sat on her, she was careful to move them off her ribs, they were still tender after all! Smiling somewhat up at John she spoke " Seriously, go change. It's fine" prying her siblings off, she stood offering a soft smile. At least things were going well!

" Alright kidlets, how about I go get you some ice cream and then get you off to bed. Maybe if you're nice enough Cheyenne John will read you a story, isn't that special!"she smiled, taking her boyfriends hand, she moved back to the dining hall, to see the spread of mains changed to a spread of desserts, the sound of her aunts, grandmother and mother in the kitchen, her father, uncles and grandfather down in the den talking about something. This always happened. Shawn and the males of her family were probably talking about how they'd kill John and then looking for the photo albums or something. She was sure that deep down that Shawn would accept that she was growing up, she just had to wonder how long it would take. 

Moving through the house towards the second fridge, she opened it up " So we got every flavour of the rainbow, take your pick" Now, Elisha in the Michaels household had a specialty dish, it was ice cream sundaes. For Cheyenne and Cameron it was a special treat they got every once in a while. " Now let the master work" she smirked as she carried back a couple cartons of ice cream. Moving out to the counter, she prepared herself with some chocolate, some biscuits, an assortment of toppings and hundreds and thousands. It was an art to make the amazing sundae, full of calories but whatever. It was a treat after all! Handing the two children ice cream, she laughed as they sat at the table and put everything back. Dessert was slowly going missing as people came and grabbed what they wanted. 

" Giving the tour!" she announced to the house, taking John's hand once more and moving through the house, pointing out the rooms and what not. There were spare rooms, storage rooms, theatres it was all there! Moving upstairs, she moved down the hall and opened her own bedroom door. Revealing a bedroom covered in pictures of Elisha and her friends, drunken and sober photos documenting memories before she went on the road, trophies, cheerleading pom poms on the wall, fairy lights around her bed, it really was a young womans bedroom. There were furry bean bags, a comfy couch and a walk in robe. " Probably best to leave the door open" she chuckled, walking in, an instant smile on her face. It bought back alot of memories. There were certainly embarassing photos, but they all meant something to her, especially the people in them. " You know, I just want to tell you, it means alot to me that you came out here"



John Morrison was just packing up. These days he was one of the first to get there and the last to leave. He'd noticed how far it'd gotten Cena, and quite frankly he wanted to be that big one day. He wanted to be the face, or one of the faces of the company. He'd gotten a speech from Ric Flair when the old guy was in the business and it had very much motivated the young superstar. Packing up his bag, back in his street clothes of a pair of slightly baggy jeans and a plain old t-shirt. He might just head back to the hotel, he didn't want to go out really. He really did want to rest, he seemed to be pushing himself too hard lately and it just wasn't getting him very far. He was only mid-carding and since he'd been out of the tag team action, the WWE weren't exactly utilising him to his full potential!

Taking a deep, tired breath the Jim Morrison look alike slowly headed down the hall. He figured there'd be no one else there, it was pretty deserted that was for sure. Looking through some emails on his phone, he ran a hand through his longish locks and grinned. At least he could go to bed with a smile knowing he'd had a pretty awesome match that night. If he kept showing his improvement surely they'd be impressed. It was what Cena had been telling him, to just work on everything! Show the hard working attitude and you'd be rewarded. Just when was the question.

Yunalesca - 1-9-2010 at 03:04 AM
John had a meager helping of ice cream with chopped nuts on top, keeping track of how much he was eating. He deserved a cheat day, he knew, but with the shape he was in he couldn't get into the gym to work it off like he usually could. He wasn't doing it to stick his nose up to the family, but more out of necessity. He hoped Shawn understood that, and he knew his girlfriend would. He was on the top of the business and couldn't afford to lose that spot. It was hanging by a thread as it was. He hadn't been able to climb back in the ring tonight and that was a bad thing. 

When he was shown her room he couldn't say he was very surprised at the appearance of it. It looked like a teenagers room which in a way was her personality. She could be sultry and sexy as hell, but she was still a kid on the inside. John wasn't quite like that, having given up a lot of things from his youth when he'd grown into adulthood, but he did have a nice collection of wrestling action figures and a few G.I. Joes lying around. He smirked as she commented they had best leave the door open. It was silly considering they were both consenting adults, but he would respect Shawn in his household. She was the eldest and her father was still struggling to let her go.

He moved slowly around her room, looking at things and picking up pictures here and there to study them. He set one down when he heard her voice call to him, turning to her. "I'm happy I was allowed in the house." He joked with her before approaching and taking her hands in his. "I'm glad to be here, too. It's been quite a while since I've been able to meet a family, have time to sit down and have dinner with them, make a connection with someone..." He said before he heard someone at the door. He looked up to see Elisha's mother, relieved it was her and not Shawn.

"The couch is pulled out for you. I'm sorry Shawn is being so...Shawn." She said with a smile and John nodded to her in understanding. He kissed Elisha on the cheek before dropping her hands and whispering goodnight.



Trish Stratus had arrived early to the arena as well, hoping to get there before Chavo. She was going out of her way to avoid him now, wishing to move on from her disastrous mistake in believing they had a connection. She checked the card and chewed on her cheek as she read she was taking on Melina. She was a dangerous foe, but the Canadian was more worried about the man she would have at ringside.

When she turned around she saw Chavo standing there. She made a move to avoid the conversation but he blocked her off. "Chavo, I really don't..."

"Mamacita, I wasn't ignoring you after..." He reached for her and she pulled away.

"I'm -not- your mamacita, Chavo. I was just your...fling. I was the fool who played into your arms. Just leave me be, Chavo." She said and walked away from him.

"You can't walk away from me! I'm Chavo Guerrero. You'll come back!" He yelled, but she didn't listen.

dirty.angel - 2-9-2010 at 01:42 AM
Elisha, like everyone else had headed off to bed when it was lights out. She knew her father would either not sleep or sleep with one eye open. It was just how he was. Elisha was the oldest, and a girl at that. But she couldn't quite understand how someone who'd been absent for alot of her life, could be so protective. She wasn't bitter, and she didn't resent Shawn for not being there, he was doing what he loved and it put food on the table for a long time. Sure, he'd been home for a couple of years with his back unjury but it wasn't the same. When your daddy couldn't pick you up, or hang out with you, you kind of remembered things like that. You always remembered the empty chair reserved for him just in case, the spare ticket you had to buy in case a miracle happened. Hell, Shawn had never seen his little girl go off to prom, homecoming, any of that crap and he was late to graduation. But she'd gotten used to that, she had to or Elisha would have grown up resenting Shawn.

At about 2:30am, Elisha slowly moved out of bed, her pajama's consisting of an oversized t-shirt and some very small shorts. She was a fan of the lack of pants at night time! Slowly and very quietly Elisha made her way downstairs towards the kitchen. It was snack time! If there was even a creak in the floorboards Shawn would have woken up, so Elisha had to be careful. Slowly but surely Elisha made it to the kitchen and flicked the light on. It's not like she wanted to wake up John either. The fact that the poor guy had to sleep down here was enough to make her feel bad, it's not like she wanted to wake him up either. Unfortunately, in her attempt to be quiet, Elisha stubbed her toe on the doorframe. It wasn't loud but it hurt like hell. " Shiiiiiiiiiit, who moved the fucking door" she grumbled as she hopped around on one foot around the kitchen. The young woman stood with the fridge door wide open, hopping, as she ate some of the chicken that was being refrigerated. Boy would this be a scene for someone to catch her in!

*

John Morrison had been standing around the card when the scene between Trish and Chavo unfolded. He kept silent. After all it wasn't any of his business, but when Chavo started bitching to him, he simply shrugged. " Dude, she could have been the best thing to happen to you and you've just let her walk away. She's Trish Stratus, she's simply amazing and you're just some mid-card holding onto what he could have been" Morrison explained. " So, I don't think you should bitch and moan to me, because I think you know who's side I'm on" he slowly moved away from the card and from Chavo. He didn't need that guy on his back either. He had enough to deal with, having to deal with Melina was enough for him. Yes, they were 'together' but god, if she screamed, yelped, squeaked, or made that horrible sound one more time, he was going to have to remove his eardrums.

Trish had nothing to worry about, even though Morrison would be ring side with Melina he wasn't going to try anything on the champ. Stratus was a legend and too smart for any of his antics. It was easy to stay out of this one. Melina was pissed because she wasn't number one contender, and she wanted to prove to Trish that she could beat her. It wasn't Morrison's fight, and quite frankly he didn't believe that Ms. Perez could infact beat the Women's Champ.

Yunalesca - 1-12-2010 at 07:42 AM
John had been sleeping rather fitfully, his ribs not fully healed and the couch not being large enough for him so when the light flicked on one of his eyes winked open. He listened to hear what was going on and when Elisha stubbed her toe a half smile played over his lips. He thought about staying where he was and trying to get comfortable, but he couldn't resist, even if Shawn came down and threw him out of the house, which he would. Slowly and quietly he padded toward the kitchen, leaning against the counter as Elisha turned around with a chicken thigh in her hand. "That will go right to your butt, y'know." He whispered with a small laugh. He doubted fat could stick to her, but it would on him.

"Are you sure you're female? I've never seen anyone eat like you." He said, approaching and laying a hand on her hip, massaging with his thumb. "Mind sharing? I didn't want to eat heavy in front of your dad, he'd know where to get me." He joked to her softly, picking some skin off and dropping it in his mouth.



Trish was limbering up when Ashley Massaro entered the locker room. She looked nervous, which was odd for her. "What?" She asked and stood up straight.

"This was outside, it's for you." She said simply, handing over flowers.

"Christ." She said, reading the card. It was from Mickie, which was just as bad as Chavo at this point. "I can't deal with this shit right now. I've got to take on Melina with Morrison ringside."

"What are you going to do?"

"Defend my title." She said before exiting and making her way toward the curtain.

dirty.angel - 4-12-2010 at 10:20 PM
'Lisha looked from the plate of chicken thighs to John, then back to the plate of chicken. It's not like she was all too good at sharing, especially her food. However, she passed him a thigh of chicken, simply so he wouldn't eat the one that she was eating. " I get hungry, girl has to eat" she shrugged, placing the chicken in the fridge and closing it behind her. She tossed the chicken into the garbage and smiled. She shoots and she scored. " Awh. I think Daddy will find another reason to get you, even if you starved yourself." Leaning up onto her tip toes, Elisha pressed a gentle kiss on her man's lips, smiling somewhat. She had everything that she needed and wanted, Lil' Michaels was home with her boy, and she was happy. " I'm so glad you're here" Elisha spoke softly, as if she was almost scared to express her feelings. There was no reason to, she'd told John that she loved him, but it was just something about John coming and meeting the family, being there in the middle of the night, it was just everything all mixed together.

Moving away she pulled herself up onto the counter, and reached into the cupboard next to her to grab out the box of chocolate bars. " So the couch not so comfortable huh?" Elisha laughed somewhat, unwrapping a chocolate bar and taking a bite, placing it next to her. " I'd offer you my room, but I don't think Dad would be too happy with that" she chuckled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders again and smiling. Plus she didn't want Shawn thinking that she was doing, well John would be what he thought she was doing, but that certainly wasn't the case. There was definetly none of that going on with the two of them. Elisha was beginning to wonder why that was, the young woman was starting to think it was her. It had to be her right? There had to be something wrong with Elisha. You'd think it wouldn't be an issue, they had an amazing relationship as it was, but there was something about expressing your love physically that was so fulfilling. Sure, she'd had done the deed before, but this time it'd be different. It'd be with someone she truly loved.

*

" You know Melina, you drive me crazy sometimes!" 

To say he was having lady issues was an understatement at this point. John Morrison was beginning to realise that the woman he had once loved was a control freak, and would stop at nothing to get the title. Now, John was all for determination, and the will to win. But then there was going too far, and at this point, Melina had done just that. He'd helped her not once, not twice, but thousands of times and quite frankly he was getting sick of it. He was sick of getting involved with the two top diva's. Hell, this was a rematch of some description, even though Melina had lost the week before, and hadn't held the title in God know's how long. Hell, she wasn't even number one contender anymore!

" I'm sick of getting involved, I'm not going to help you this time!" 

He could argue all he wanted with the woman, and he would. He'd even sit behind the commentary table and stay there. He wasn't going to get involved. He didn't want to. After all John Morrison actually respected Trish. As he continued to walk down the hall arguing with Melina, he slowed to walk behind her. She could go and do this all on her own. He was just going to follow.

Yunalesca - 5-4-2011 at 05:49 AM
John smirked at her, wishing he could test her father's boundaries. He'd wanted to since he'd met her, she was breathtaking, but he was a gentleman and definitely would NOT be doing that in her father's house and while he was home. He had respect for Shawn and for his daughter. "The couch will just have to do. I'm not about to piss your father off, he is a legend and all. For all I know he could send Triple H after me, now that'd be fun." He said as a joke, knowing they had tension, but nothing would be able to break that bond they had established forever ago. "And watching you eat is not very sexy..." he laughed, hoping she knew it was a joke.

Before she could slip a piece of chocolate in her mouth he leaned forward and kissed her gently, hands resting on her hips. It was innocent enough, but lord if Shawn walked in he'd be a dead man. He pulled away when it got a little heated, smiling slightly. "It would be my luck that your dad would walk in while I'm suggestively kissing you." He whispered in explanation.

**********



Trish was near the curtain when she saw Melina and Morrison rounding the corner. She tensed up, her grip on her belt tightening as she strode forward in an effort to pass before them without getting in a confrontation. She wasn't quite that lucky, however. A screeching voice called out to her and she turned on her heel, coming nearly face to face with Melina, though Trish was shorter and she had to look up at the latina. It was hard to be intimidating when you looked up at someone, but she wouldn't back down. "I hope you're ready tonight, that title is going to have my name on it soon enough." Melina stated, pressing her finger on Trish's nameplate. She looked at her finger then back up at Melina, pissed she had touched her title.

"Put your money where your mouth is, you haven't been doing a very good job of that lately, puta." Trish insulted with a dark grin on her face. Chavo had taught her a thing or two even if he was an asshole. The latina's face lit up in a hue of red and Trish prepared for a brawl but Mickie came out of nowhere, jumping between the two of them.

"If you mess with Trish, you mess with me, okay?!" She yelled and Trish backed off, sighing yet thankful she had prevented an early brawl.

"Chavo said that before, see you out there...mamacita." Melina said with a laugh and started for the ramp. Trish was left standing there with a muddle of emotions to deal with. She had been in the zone, but hearing Chavo's pet name for her made her sick and hurt all over again. Shaking her head and gritting her teeth she stepped through the curtain, thinking of all the ways she was going to hurt her opponent.


dirty.angel - 6-4-2011 at 12:13 AM
" Hey. Hey. Watching me eat is damn sexy. After all, my dad is the sexy boy" she paused, allowing herself to press a soft kiss on his lips. But of course, he pulled away. As much as she was a tease, so was he. Either that or he wasn't into all of that. But what kind of guy wasn't into having his lady want him like nothing before? It was true, if Shawn had seen them, caught them, he might blow a gasket. And there were certainly guns in the house. They were a hunting family, and John Cena would quickly become the hunted, even by Hunter. " Awh. Is John Cena a little bit scared?" she questioned, laughing somewhat, before pouting. " I think you need to loosen up a bit" she explained, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and smiling as she moved her lips close to his. " Come on Champ. Live a little" she winked, " I'll be quiet I promise" she spoke quietly, and rather seductively, it wasn't a side that came out often. But the girl knew what she wanted.

Plus, Elisha knew her father wouldn't come out. After all, he was probably doing his own thing with her mom. Not that she needed to think about that. No one needed to think about that! Slipping off the countertop Elisha leaned up on her tippy toes and pressed a heated and passionate kiss on her man's lips. After all, she needed to leave him wanted more. She'd managed to get a rise out of him before matches like this, and she'd seen where that had gone, one could only imagine how he'd react in a rather different environment. 

Elisha pulled away this time, and bit her bottom lip softly. Certainly she could understand if he said no. They were in the sacred house of Michaels. But being bad felt pretty good.



*

Morrison was going to let the girls have their own words. He was sick of being caught in the middle, sick of being Melina's pawn against Trish. Sure, Miss Perez was a great wrestler, but she was one horrible person. He doubted she had a good bone in her body. When he'd first met her he thought that maybe she was, and before she became a Diva he'd known a better side to her. A kinder side to her. A softer side as it were. But apparently things had gone to her head. She'd only held the championship once or twice but apparently that had gone to the girls head. God, Morrison was so sick of it. 

He watched as Trish went through the curtain, with a soft smile. How could you not admire a woman like that? He knew if Melina knew he was currently smiling as Trish's music played she'd kill him. But could you blame him. That woman was a legend, and a damn good wrestler and role model. Even a superstar like him could admire Trish Stratus. For everything that she had done for this business. How could you not? When he heard the sound of Melina's music he pushed his hands into his pockets and flicked his hair back. He was going to stay out of this, let the two ladies fight.

He moved through the curtain, and watched as Melina did her funky little thing that she did at the top of the ramp. He didn't even get his own slow motion, he had to hang out in the background. He moved behind her, and moved around the ring to take a seat by commentary. He'd seen that split entrance far too many times to be impressed by it. But he'd never get sick of watching Stratusfaction.

Yunalesca - 6-4-2011 at 01:45 AM
John stifled a shiver as she was tempting him. He wanted it badly, but wouldn't dare, not here. "You are torturing me." He said to her, eyes closed as he worked to calm himself. He ran his hands over her shoulders and smiled at her. "I'm a lot more honorable than that." He said. He didn't want to pass up an opportunity to get to sleep next to her though. "Shawn can't kill me for sleeping next to you, though."





Trish had been mildly surprised to see Morrison taking a seat ringside rather than being a manager and making her match hell. Generally when she lost it was due to managers interfering and tripping her up when she found a groove. Either way, she was going to get a piece of Melina, a big chunk for bringing up her recent mistake in a long line of mistakes. She tried to not think about the Guerrero as she wrestled because it would bring her down, but it also fueled her rage. Her punches were hitting harder and she was playing a little dirtier than usual. It was clear to see she was pissed as she even managed to tune out Mickie at ringside, yelling her head off.

Melina was down and Trish started for the pin after the Chick Kick when she heard yelling going on outside the ring. She got up from the pin and turned toward the ramp to see Chavo and Mickie going at it. She started for the ropes and Chavo slipped away from the crazed woman to jump on the apron. "Come on, Mami. I wasn't using you, just come back and forget the whole thing...start over." He reached for her hair and pressed his lips on hers. That was enough for her. She pulled away and slapped him across the face while Mickie pulled his legs out from under him and he face planted on the apron. While Trish was yelling at the semi conscious Chavo Melina was moving on the mat.

Without warning she felt an arm slip around her leg and she was rolled up in a pin. Caught unawares she was down for 3. Melina slipped out of the ring quick and Trish sat on her feet with her hands pressed to her thighs. She had just lost the title...To Melina. The shock and anger over her face wouldn't subside as she saw Melina jumping around holding the title. Mickie was in front of her, apologizing. "Motherfuck!" Trish said harshly as she looked at Chavo who held a grin, seeing what he had caused. All she could do was sit there as she realized she had just lost her title only weeks before Mania.

dirty.angel - 6-4-2011 at 02:03 AM
" He can, but he wont." It was a hard decision between the couch and bed, but her poor boyfriend had been stuck on a couch that was too small for him, with a blanket that barely covered his toes. She took his hand and offered a soft smile. " And by the way, it's not torture if you enjoy it!" she smirked, offering a girlish giggle after her statement. Quietly she pulled John along the hallways, careful as to not wake anyone up. After all, she had far younger siblings as well. As much as Shawn had been an over protective father, she knew her mother had spoken to him. There would be no flipping shit in the morning when there was a world champion in his daughters bed. 

She reached her bedroom, and closed the door behind her and John ever so quietly. " Hopefully this'll be more comfortable than the couch." She cleared a path for the two of them, so as neither would trip. Because lets face it, the young woman was a klutz at the best of times. 

*

Morrison had to admit he was a little angry. He knew he should have been happy, hell ecstatic that Melina had won the title so close to 'Mania but he couldn't believe it. How was that not even a DQ? He ran a hand through his hair and slowly moved from the commentary seat. You had to be blind if you couldn't see the tension between Melina and him. It'd certainly been a long time coming. He glanced up at Trish for a moment and sighed. " I wish this hadn't happened" he told her quietly. " You didn't deserve this." No she deserved a fair match, with no interruptions. That was for damn sure.

He wondered where the GM was, where the McMahons were. Not that they'd be much help to Trish. They had what they wanted now, that was for sure. But Morrison didn't like the feeling he had in the pit of his stomach right now. He followed Melina up the ramp and cringed as she squealed all the way down the hall to get a new name plate on the belt. He'd never hear the end of this. But he also knew that Melina was behind Chavo going to the ring. He sure had something to sort out with Chavo now. Mind you, at the moment as far as John was concerned Chavo could have Melina….

Yunalesca - 6-4-2011 at 09:55 AM
John licked his lips and laughed with her, hands slipping down to her waist, thumbs running light circles over them. If they weren’t in her father’s house he wouldn’t have held out. They’d been together for a while and still hadn’t consummated the relationship, but it didn’t bother him too much. He wasn’t one to rush and didn’t want to ruin a good thing. Sex did complicate things, but he didn’t feel it would be that way with them. He could tell she was chomping at the bit for him to make his move, but holding back a little longer wouldn’t hurt them.

Her hand found his and he was dragged quietly up the stairwell, his eyes never leaving her parents door. He kept imagining her dad coming out for a drink of water or something and catch him sneaking to her room with her. He shouldn’t care because they’d find out in the morning, but being caught in the act was worse than finding out about it in the morning. He could handle Shawn, but when it came to his daughter it was different. He didn’t want to overstep bounds more than he already had with him. The locker room veterans were egging Shawn on, he knew, but thankfully he was relaxing. They all knew John was the new leader, the new Rock, the new Stone Cold. He was the one who would raise the business up, assuming the McMahons would let him. You’d think they would promote something that brought in money.

The champ let her lead him to her bed and he slowly crawled under the covers with her, pulling her close and nuzzling his nose into the nape of her neck. "I love you..." He said almost out of nowhere, arm tightening a little around her middle. He could sleep like this forever.


***********



Trish looked over at Morrison as he spoke to her, confusion spreading across her face. Why would he say that to her, his diva had just beat her. In the back of her mind she felt like it was mind games. The crowd was silent until she finally stood and crawled out of the ring. They started chanting her name and she smiled for them even though on the inside she was not happy. At the end of the day she still had her fans, however.

She made it to the locker room and made intentions to go straight for the shower, Mickie getting the hint she needed to be left alone. While she stripped off her boots she looked up to see Stephanie McMahon standing with Chavo. In hatred she threw her boot at the tv, feeling better. That was short lived however as she heard Stephanie announce a new match for Mania in two weeks. "At Wrestlemania you will see Trish Stratus versus....Chavo Guerrero!" She yelled in her most horrendous voice. She was pissed she wasn't getting a shot at her title again, but actually worried. She'd seen what Dean had done to Lita when they had wrestled, the same would happen to her. It wouldn't be the first time she wrestled a man, she'd taken on Jericho with Lita once and been in mixed matches, been a hardcore champion, but this was going to be bad. She had two weeks to get ready and be prepared. Chavo was going to try to make her give up, make her tap out. He wanted her humiliated and beaten down so she couldn't come back.


dirty.angel - 6-4-2011 at 01:08 PM
Curling up into his arms, a soft smile spread across her lips. " I love you too." She spoke quietly, and slowly closed her eyes drifting off to sleep. There certainly hadn't been a night where she had fallen asleep with a smile on her face. Curling up somewhat, Elisha dreamed of rainbows and lollipops. Or something along those lines.

In the morning it was a different story, she was quick to wake up. She always did when she was at home. Usually when she was on the road she'd be the last to wake up, and it'd be a struggle to get her out of bed. When she was younger it was the same. But now, she was up bright and early. Opening her eyes, she took a deep breath of the fresh Texan air. She slipped out of John's grip and moved downstairs, her mother was awake and it was clear she'd talked Shawn into not even worrying about the fact that John was asleep in his daughters bed. After all, her mother knew it'd have been at Elisha's pushing.

She didn't eat her breakfast just yet, and instead moved downstairs to the gym. Somehow she had to work off the crap she'd eaten the night before. Of course, there was a wrestling ring smack bang in the middle of the gym. And there was her father, working his ass off as usual. " Need a sparing partner?" she questioned, slipping into the ring with a smile. In most conventional households this was child abuse. But not here.

After about forty-five minutes of Shawn perfecting his daughters technique, the younger Michaels left her father in the gym to go eat some pancakes with her young siblings. 

*
Morrison eventually got to the locker room his shared with Melina and looked at her shaking his head. He was angry and annoyed at her. " How can you get Chavo involved like that Melina? What? Don't I do a good enough job of making sure you win? Don't I go a good enough job of winning your matches for you?" he asked her, looking down at the new Diva's champion shaking his head. He was beyond angry at this point, and he knew the cameras were outside the locker room listening.

There were obviously cracks in the Melina and Morrison relationship and the fact that she was getting Chavo in to help her out now? It made him angry beyond belief. Storming out of the locker room John headed into Chavo's locker room, where the two men began to argue. The Guerrero needed to step back.

Yunalesca - 7-4-2011 at 06:30 AM
John had slept soundly, falling asleep not long after he had said 'I love you'. He was exhausted and couldn't explain how nice it was to be sleeping in a real bed. Yeah, there were beds in hotels, but this one smelled human and felt soft, used (in a good way). Hotel beds were hard and scratchy and so often reminded him of a hospital with the generic economy sized detergent they used to wash the sheets with. Even when he paid for a nice room he still didn't feel comfortable like he was that night. If he dreamed he couldn't remember.If Jessie had moved he didn't feel it. It was a true deep sleep, the first in a long time. He rarely got to go home and this was as close as he would get for a while.

When he woke in the morning he was on his back, arms spread out. He looked over and saw Elisha had already gotten up. He blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the harsh light pouring in through her window. He picked up his watch from the night stand (he didn't even remember taking it off) and looked at its face, reading that it was nearly 9 am. He hadn't slept that late in a long time and he could tell his body was thankful for the extra rest. By now he would have fit in the first workout of the day and a protein filled breakfast. He wished Elisha was still there, knowing he was going to feel awkward going downstairs without her. He was a confident person, but he was in Shawn Michaels' house.

He rolled out of bed and sifted through his bag to pull out a polo and slacks, pulling them over the boxers he had slept in. He peered out the door before stepping out and closing the door softly behind him. He didn't see Shawn anywhere but smelled the aroma of pancakes and heard a chatter downstairs. He headed down, hearing it get quiet for a second. He continued and stopped at the base of the stair, not sure what the appropriate action would be. 







"John, shut up! I need this title, she sure as hell didn't deserve it. And Chavo wasn't my idea, he said something to me beforehand, but I won this by myself! Their stupid business isn't my problem. She should have known better when she got involved with a Guerrero anyway." She commented to Morrison, blowing off his frustration. "It doesn't matter anymore, the title is mine and I'm going in Wrestlemania as the champ with or without you!" She yelled. 




Down the hall Trish had forgone her shower and packed up her things, leaving the arena before the night was over. She had to leave before things got any worse and was going to get a workout in before getting any sleep. The rage and stress was boiling inside her and had to be vented somehow. She had to get ready for wrestling a technical savvy man who was years, generations, and weight class ahead of her.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 09:53 AM
dirty.angel - 8-4-2011 at 12:07 AM
Elisha heard the creaking of the stairs and smiled. " You're safe, he's downstairs!" she called out to him between a mouthful of pancakes. She figured John wouldn't want them, he was a health freak and the last thing she wanted was to put John off his game. Swallowing somewhat, she moved into the kitchen, and grabbed out a few things from the cupboard. The young woman had taken notice of what her boy liked for breakfast, and while they'd been separated for the six weeks she'd taken to recover, had gone as far as calling John's own mamma to make sure she got his breakfast right. 

" You just sit tight" Elisha grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before getting back into the kitchen. It wasn't that she wanted to show that she could be a good housewife, and a good girlfriend. But the young woman wanted to show that she appreciated him, and would go to any lengths to make him happy. On a hand written piece of paper, she followed the instructions to the letter, before placing a breakfast tray full of John's favourite breakfast. She'd tried, and God she hoped that he liked it. 

Grabbing her juice off the bench, she offered a soothing smile before leaning against the counter top. " So, today…." she trailed off thinking for a moment. " I'm going for a run around town if you wanted to join me." There was a local softball game she would probably play in, but she needed to get a run in before she did anything else. When she was home the last thing she used was a treadmill, running around the town was her favourite thing. Elisha at home was probably going to be an eye opener for John. Hearing her little sister yell for her, she moved to go see what was wrong. Awh. Her little sister had a crush on her boy. Piggybacking her sister into the kitchen she grinned widely. " Someone wanted to say good morning to you" she chuckled " I think Cheyenne has a crush on you….." she joked, placing her sister on the counter and handing her an apple. 

" Alright, I'm gonna go get changed" she announced, leaving her sibling and her boyfriend to hang out in the kitchen. Running up the stairs to change, Elisha had to ponder something. Things were going too good right now, something had to go wrong. 

Joooohhhhnnnnn. Do you love Elisha? I think you should love Elisha. I know she loves you. She's pretty, too. And Mommy and Daddy like you too. What's your favourite animal? Do you like juice? Orange is my favourite…. 

Poor John, he'd been stuck with that for a long time, as Elisha got ready to go for their run. Running was her thing. She'd been the track captain at highschool. Obviously a fan of sports, and always excelled, it must have been in her blood. " Cheyenne, I think the chickens need a feed, how about you go check!" she smiled, watching as her little sister ran off with a smile. Finally they were alone. " Have a nice chat with my sister?" she chuckled, grabbing a water bottle. " Go on champ, go get your kit on, you're about to be out run by your girlfriend…."



* * * * 

Morrison had stormed out by this point and had his bag and his kit. He wasn't going back for her. As far as he was concerned she could bunk with Chavo for the rest of the tour. While this was only a small tour by around the country, pretty much House Shows. It was really to promote 'Mania. It was why a lot of announcements were being made for 'Mania. Everything was all over the internet. WWE was trying something new, that was for damn sure. Plus, he had a feeling it was to give the main eveners a little rest. Kicking open the door to the parking lot, he moved to the car and threw his bag into the trunk. Melina had betrayed him, she'd gone behind his back to organise the win. Trish didn't deserve to loose the title, and now she hardly deserved to have to go against Chavo at 'Mania.

Running a frustrated hand through his hair, he shook his head and looked at her. He was getting mad, he'd never even been this mad before. He saw Trish head out of the arena out the corner of his eye and cleared his throat. " See ya tomorrow Trish!" he called out, offering a smile. " And again. Really sorry, and please, believe me, this isn't a mind game!" he explained before getting into his rental and slamming the door shut. He was pissed beyond belief.

Yunalesca - 8-4-2011 at 12:28 AM
John stared as Elisha made him his breakfast and he had to laugh. He hadn't seen her do it before and it was kind of weird. She didn't seem like the housewife type, but he wouldn't object today. Tomorrow he would.

He was left with her little sister before he could respond to anything she had said to him. He couldn't help but smile at her. She looked a lot like her mother. "Well I do love your sister very much and I know she loves me. I think my favorite animal is a cat." He said and got a weird look from Cheyenne. "What? Guys can't like cute things too?" He asked, remembering the kids he saw almost daily just asking for him to take a picture with him. When had it got like this?It felt like yesterday he was like those kids and would do anything for just a glimpse at a star.

Then the girl was running out to the coop as her sister asked. He looked over at his girl and smiled. Even in workout gear she was a goddess. "You should know better by now, you're a sprinter and I'm a distance runner. You can't help it, small people are just quicker, but us big people can last longer." He said as a joke to her, grinning before his finger tapped her nose.







When Trish had thrown her things in the back of the silver Malibu she had rented she heard a voice call out to her from behind. She turned to see Morrison leaving as well. Apparently he and Melina were fighting again. It wasn't the first time she had seen him leave early without her. Good for him, she was a bitch. Still, what he said was confusing to her. Maybe it was because she was still in shock and had too much emotion running through her to comprehend what else was going on at the moment, but it was more of the fact she and Morrison had never really been friends. She couldn't remember talking to him either. When she'd come back and finally met him she had been rubbed the wrong way, mostly be Melina sinking her claws into him like the blonde was going to steal him. Like she had time for that...and she wasn't that type anymore. She had learned her lesson from Jeff and Test, stealing wasn't nice and it came around to get you.

Shaking her head she got in her car, still half in her gear.






The following week on Raw she was thinking more clearly, focused on the task before her. Wrestlemania was on Sunday and she was afraid she wouldn't be ready. She had trained to defend her title not for wrestling a man who had been around long enough to tie her in a knot blindfolded. Although she had put muscle on in a weeks time. It wasn't much, but she was a woman and couldn't dream of gaining more if she wanted. And you can only do so much in two weeks time. She didn't need her body giving out on her for putting it through brutal training regimens. Between appearances she was booked solid with yoga trainers, muscle gain experts and a cardio trainer. She just hoped she would have an easy night for once, she was maxed out.

The worst part was that cameras had been following her to make a video package for Mania. It'd be great for people to see the work she was doing to get in a different kind of shape, but she didn't feel she needed it. She already had the fans behind her, the video package was unneeded. They were trying to air it like they had when Brock Lesnar and The Rock had been set to face each other. That was great and all, but she wasn't exactly headlining the ppv like they had.

dirty.angel - 8-4-2011 at 01:13 AM
" Oh trust me babe. I got stamina" she laughed, shaking out her legs somewhat before smiling. " And by the way, cats, really?" raising an eyebrow she shook her head and headed out to the front porch to stretch things out. She hadn't done this in a while. For the weeks she was at home recovering, the young woman didn't even leave her house, hell her friends didn't even know she'd been home for the six weeks. Too bad she'd be going back on the road soon. There'd be no partying for Lil Michaels.

When John emerged from the house, she took no time in taking off on her run. It's not like it was going to be a short run either. It was almost sickly cute that they were going on a run together. They were gone for most of the morning, and it certainly was nice to know that they could have time together. Sure, they got stopped a couple of times and signed some autographs and took some sweaty pictures, but that came with the job, right?

*

The trip home to San Antonio almost felt like it was ages ago. It'd been a big week, what with Wrestlemania Axxess starting and all of that. It meant that there was barely time for yourself, let alone someone else. Elisha had gone from house shows, to appearances, to signings, it almost felt like she wasn't sleeping. She'd almost forgotten what John Cena looked like. With Trish not in Women's Championship match at Mania anymore, Elisha had got to step up into the role. Hell, she'd never watched what she ate, worked out so much, and trained as hard as she had in the past week. There'd been no time to have a relationship. The good thing was that John understood, and vice versa. He was The Champ. Elisha knew he'd be damn busy.

Moving into the hallway of the arena, chomping down an apple, she read the card for the evening. She had a match against Melina, a teaser for 'Mania if you will. After all, 'Mania wasn't just a match. They'd kept the stipulations that would have been Trish's match. No DQ. Things were going to get messy, just like the McMahon's had ordered. Thankfully RAW was just going to be a normal match. Was she nervous about the weekend? Of course she was, she was crapping her wrestling tights, that was for damn sure!

*

A week later and he still wasn't talking to whats her name. He was angry at Melina and a simple apology wasn't going to do it anymore. It was time for Morrison to focus on his own match. He wasn't going to back Melina against Elisha. He wasn't going anywhere near that. Why? Quite frankly he had too much respect for the Michael's family, namely Shawn and he knew not to walk down that road. What with her courtship with the Champ and all. Morrison wasn't going to get himself into anymore trouble. He'd already struggled to keep Melina in check, and she'd pissed off a legend which Morrison actually liked and respected.

Moving down the hallway, he moved past Elisha and headed down the corridor to his own locker room. His head, like the rest of the roster was full of things they'd been doing outside the ring. He was far too busy to think about his girlfriend. At the moment, quite frankly he hoped she got her teeth kicked in.

Yunalesca - 13-4-2011 at 01:51 AM
Fan Axxess had kept John away from his girl, which likely was the cause of Shawn's increased morale. They did signings together and the press conference had been a little heated, but they were respectful toward eachother, or that was how it felt to John. A lot of fans asked for pictures of them facing off against eachother which was fun, but it was driving it home for John. He was going to be facing his girlfriends father in a week. Regardless of what she said, it was going to cause tension. They both knew how the business worked, but this was involving a whole different aspect. He was her father and John was her boyfriend. She would be torn in two whether she wanted to admit it or not.

John had arrived late to the arena, getting caught up with an appearance beforehand and the mass of fans waiting outside. He was one who said 'if you're on time, you're late' but he made the exception for the fans. They were what kept your ass alive at the end of the day and if you didn't show them appreciation they would drop you on your ass real quick. He'd watched a lot of guys learn that the hard way. You could have the best body, the best personality, but if you weren't nice to them they wouldn't be nice to you. So when he finally rolled in with his bag the locker room was buzzing. He glanced at the card as he passed it, seeing he wasn't scheduled. That was never a good sign. He'd be on the card, but he had a bad feeling about it. The McMahons would not be nice the week before Wrestlemania. Now was the time to try and get him out of commission. 


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Trish entered the arena with her bag slung over her shoulder and shades covering her eyes. It was hot and sunny in Nevada, much too warm for the girl from Canada. She was sweating under the black leather jacket before she stripped it off and rested it on her bag, a simple white tank underneath. She kind of felt like a rockstar as she made her way for the card to see what the action was for the night. She pulled her sunglasses up, holding back her blonde hair, while she read the half completed schedule. Apparently the main event hadn't been announced yet, goody. This was unsettling considering she wasn't scheduled yet. She felt like the McMahons were going to royally screw over and it was going to have something to do with the main. She was in a better mood than she had been, but this made her nervous. At least her friend had a shot at the title now. Trish wouldn't have felt right facing her at Mania, but would have brought it regardless. She didn't have to worry about that now. Instead she had to worry about a 230 pound Mexican man out-wrestling her, which he would.

She looked over and saw Morrison had made his entrance, gliding as he usually did. She felt slightly nauseated when she noticed how good he looked in jeans and a simple dress shirt. The last thing she needed or wanted was to notice what everyone else noticed about him. She'd been burned too much for that. Young guns were a no go, she had been around too long to go against that rule. And not to mention he had been with Melina for forever, her arch enemy at this point. Rolling her eyes at herself she started down the hall, knee high boots clicking on the tile before she stopped by Elisha. "Good luck tonight. You know I would thoroughly love to watch you beat the hell out of her. One of us deserves to catch a break." She started, grabbing a water bottle out of the dozens laid out on the table. "So...I heard John made a little visit down in Texas. How did that go?" She asked, taking a sip.


dirty.angel - 13-4-2011 at 01:39 PM
Elisha looked up as Trish spoke to her, offering a small smile. " Gotta leave some for Wrestlemania" she joked, sipping from her own water before nodding somewhat. It was good for the two of them, having spent the time together in Texas, they'd pretty much jumped straight back to work. It made up for not seeing him for the whole week. It went well, it went more than well, after all, John was still alive and had survived any if all of the threats made by her family. But as for going well with John and Shawn. She wasn't too sure. She could never trust her father when it came close to Wrestlemania. He had to be, and always would be Mr. Wrestlemania. Whatever he did was thoroughly thought out and orchestrated. This was the time where he thought of no one but himself.

" Yeah, it went well. I think. Why? Have you heard differently?" she questioned, almost worriedly before shaking her head. She was just being paranoid. Wouldn't you when Wrestlemania was just around the corner, and you had more things to worry about than your own match. " Sorry, I'm just….I don't even know, I'm just not looking forward to the next week" she apologised, before looking around catering. Not only was there 'Mania, there was the Hall Of Fame, Axxess and Smackdown to deal with as well. " A little off topic, but will you come dress shopping with me for the HoF?" She knew it was a long shot, Trish was working extra hard to get ready for her Mania match, but she had to try….


*

John Morrison slid past Trish and Elisha Michaels rather swiftly. It was almost as if he was constantly in slow motion. But that would be kinda cool huh? He attempted to listen to the conversation between the two diva's but barely caught anything. He wasn't going to be Melina's snoop. He couldn't be bothered anymore. She'd made her bed and was going to have to lie in it. By herself, cold and lonely. 

Morrison had a match for himself to worry about, he couldn't let this one slide. It was close to 'Mania, and he was determined to win money in the bank. He had to have that contract by the end of the night.

*

As RAW began, Elisha could have sworn she was going to have kittens. Not only did she have her match, but her head just wasn't in the right spot. The McMahon's had something up their sleeve for John she just knew it. She'd seen the card, he wasn't on it. Until a RAW promo was cut by HHH. The thing about Hunter was that he was family, her fathers best friend through thick and thin. He was like a second father to her, and sadly Stephanie was like an overprotective aunt. It happened in this business.

So when she saw someone so close to her family call out John, call him names, demean him, and generally call him a bad champion. It was breaking her on the inside. So now, she'd be watching HHH vs John Cena in the main event. She wasn't stupid, Hunter was going to go out there and hurt John. He was attempting to give the upper hand. Shawn had sent him out there, Elisha knew that. God, she thought her father had more respect than that.

Slowly moving out of the locker room, she kept her head down and looked at her feet. She wasn't herself, that was for sure. She was in a different world and she had to get out of it or Melina would beat her to a pulp.

Yunalesca - 17-4-2011 at 08:19 AM
Trish glanced back as Morrison passed by, the hair on the back of her neck standing. In her moment of awareness of the man she nearly missed Elisha talking about Hall of Fame. "Sure..." She started, eyes following the long haired man as he walked down the hall. He'd been acting weird, or at least, weird to her, and she didn't like having her back turned to him. He acted genuine enough, but his past attitudes were playing against him and not to mention his girlfriend was the woman who had taken Trish's title from her. When she turned her attention away from him she recalled exactly what Elisha had asked of her. "Of course, you can't pick out a dress on your own. Lillian hasn't gotten hers yet either. We can go together tomorrow." She said, her focus obviously turned back to the conversation. "Give Melina a nice black eye while you're out there. It'll look great at the ceremony." She said with a wink.


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John had slipped into his gear when HHH was on his monitor, calling out Cena. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, already predicting what the night was going to come to. He wasn't surprised when his match was called, wondering how Elisha was taking it. The man had practically raised her, too. If they weren't trying to hurt John then they were trying to rip up their relationship. It was crap and he hated being on the end of it. Vince hadn't like Stephenie being with HHH, but he couldn't recall him ever being the asshole to them that he was to he and Elisha. He held respect for her father, but he had a bad feeling about him too. He knew he was honorable, but being a week from Mania, he had his eye on him too. He was worried about Elisha's match, worried someone might interfere to screw her over, but his hands were full. She could handle herself, but he didn't want to see her out of commission again. Sighing heavily he threw on a shirt and started his warm ups.

It wasn't long before he heard a knock on his door. He opened it and saw Michael Cole and a camera crew. Apparently it was reaction time to HHH's announcement. He let them ask the obvious question before answering. "Am I surprised? No. The McMahons are going to pull out the big gun, albeit overpayed, but just the same. They want me to run, but they forgot one thing." He looked straight in the camera. "I don't back down and I never quit!"


dirty.angel - 18-4-2011 at 01:16 AM
Elisha sat in her locker room for a moment in silence. The monitors were off and there wasn't a sound to be heard. Her mind was running through everything and she was trying to relax, trying to think straight. It was only moments before her match and she knew she couldn't loose against Melina this close to 'Mania. It felt like today she needed some divine intervention. She glanced up at the ceiling and chuckled, heading out of her locker room and jogging down towards the entrance. She could hear Melina's music already. Now she really needed to focus. Forget about everything and focus on herself.

Hearing Lillian introduce her, and her music start Elisha took her cue and jogged out to the excited crowd. It was always good to feel like the fans had your back. Moving down the ramp, she high fiver a few kids before getting into the ring. She wasn't stupid, and knew as soon as she got one foot inside Melina would attack. And she did. But Elisha was ready. She'd been up late at night watching the new champion's matches.

Figuring that since Morrison wasn't ringside, nothing hinky could happen, Elisha had been caught off guard. There was no sneak attacks, or anything of the like, however the last thing that she expected was have her opponent DQ herself. It looked like the No Holds Barred match was coming a week early. The younger Michaels had managed to fight off a chair attack, and managed to get the cold steel out of the ring. Melina had Elisha in a submission hold, and there was no chance she was letting go. But no matter how much Elisha screamed in pain, how much she tried to get out of it, Melina wasn't letting go. Tapping wasn't going to help anything, and a Michaels never tapped out anyway. The referees hadn't managed to break the hold, and Elisha knew that she had to get to the ropes, at least to give her some leverage. Unfortunately she was going no where. 

Having never felt a pain like it before, all Elisha could do was scream. She'd tried to turn herself over, but it hadn't worked, it'd be over soon. She just had to tell herself that. 

*

Morrison couldn't watch. He knew Melina's match was up soon, and yet he found himself not being able to watch. He knew what his girlfriends game plan was. And he knew what was going to happen to the blonde Texan. He'd tried to talk Melina into simply having a normal match, almost a warm up for 'Mania. But she'd been intent on showing why she was the champion and why she would remain champion. Morrison wasn't getting involved. It was a situation much deeper than the two Diva's. He knew Melina had other people in her ear directing her, helping her with ideas.

JoMo had decided to stay quiet. He'd let Melina do what she wanted. After all, he figured if Shawn Michaels was Mr. Wrestlemania then his own flesh and blood was Miss. Wrestlemania, and in a No Holds Barred match, Morrison did not want to know what was going to happen. Two diva's putting their bodies on the line hadn't happened in a long time. It'd be damn interesting to see.

Yunalesca - 22-4-2011 at 01:40 AM
Trish had been watching Elisha's match, still not changed into ring gear. She wasn't on the card, but was expecting something to happen to draw her out. However, she wanted to be able to book it if she had to. She didn't run, but if some kind assault was going to happen she wouldn't stick around. The last thing she needed was an injury for Chavo to target with the Cloverleaf or some other submission. He wanted her to beg, to give up. He wasn't going to be nice. He may try to pull some suave 'come back, mami' trick in the beginning, but he knew she wouldn't take it. He just wanted it to appear like he was giving her a chance first.

When Melina broke the rules was when Trish wouldn't stand by anymore. She was angry about losing her title and wasn't going to let her friend lose the opportunity to take it back. Still in spiked heals and runway biker attire she started for the ring. Thank god for extensive training as she ran down the ramp in heels without slipping. She slid into the ring which caused Melina to drop Elisha and start for the Canadian. The crowd roared as Trish ducked under Melina's clothesline and speared her when she turned around. The former champ wailed on Melina as she tried covering up the punches. Feeling she'd had enough, Trish shoved the diva out of the ring, hearing a thump as she landed on the mat outside of the ring. She brushed her hair back and checked on her friend, keeping her eye on Melina who was now rising.

She felt more satisfied now that the new champion had been put back in her place, cursing at Trish and Elisha as she wiped at her bloody lip. Trish gave her a 'bring it' signal while she smiled. As with all things, it wasn't meant to last.

The smile slowly faded as Chavo Guerrero took the ramp, grinning down at the two divas in the ring and giving a slow clap. He was there for intimidation factor and to remind the Canadian what was ahead of her. Her expression turned dark as she watched Chavo drape an arm over Melina as she clutched her belt. 







John had been unable to watch his girls match, the first time he hadn't. He was too caught up in his own mind, trying yoga like Trish had suggested. It produced a calm over him even though he knew he should fire up. He had to be careful in his match and being rearin to go would lead to his loss. Triple H was an executor, someone who went out knowing what they would do and when exactly they should do it. He had the control in the match and admitting that was the best thing the champ could do for himself. He just had to be ready to respond and actively seeking an out in which he could take over.

dirty.angel - 22-4-2011 at 02:08 AM
Elisha had slowly made it up to her feet as Chavo walked down the ramp. Elisha was angry, beyond angry at this point. Taking a few painful but deep breathes she looked across at Trish for a moment and offered a thankful smile. She didn't know what she'd have done without the Canadian, that was for sure. Thing was, she was barely intimidated by the Melina and her replacement Morrison. She'd been around far too many legends in her life to be intimidated by them. Had it been Eddie, it would have been different. Elisha had never been one to fight dirty, but come 'Mania, a whole 'nother side was going to come out.

It was a few more minutes until Elisha left the ring, and moved up the ramp. Honestly, the pain was so bad she thought she was going to hurl. As soon as she got backstage, she cleared her throat and spoke. " Thanks Trish, I don't know what I would have done without you just then." She was thankful she had friends that cared. It wasn't far to the diva's locker room, and as soon as she reached it, ran quickly for the bathroom, hurling in the porcelain bowl with a grumble. It was beyond painful, at this point. But somehow hurling made it feel better. Slowly standing, she took another few deep breathes and moved out of the bathroom. Everything ached, that was for sure. Grabbing a plain, oversized jumper, Elisha looked to Trish again and smiled. " I'm just going for a walk….." she explained, figuring a walk might do her some good. Too bad she had other intentions.

Leaving the locker room once more, Elisha zipper quickly through the halls until she found what she was looking for. Melina had her back turned and wasn't suspecting anything. Practically running up behind her, she grabbed the champions hair and slammed her into the wall. Elisha might have said that 'Mania was when she was getting dirty, but sometimes you had to do, what you had to do. On the road to Wrestlemania, there was things you had to prove. Sure, Elisha might have needed Trish as a saviour, but Elisha could fight dirty if she wanted to.

Elisha had made Melina's split lip worse as the two scrambled out towards the parking lot area. There was screaming, there was squealing. The cameras were quick to find them, but it took the refs a little while longer. Maybe they'd figured just let them fight. No doubt someone would come to save Melina's ass. All Elisha had to do was protect her own face, there was after all a HOF ceremony to attend. 

*

John Morrison stared at the TV monitor with a shake of his head. Everyone had given him crap when he'd willingly let Melina sleep with Batista. But Chavo was different all together. The two were using each other and as far as JoMo was concerned, he was going no where near the Women's Champ until she got rid of that damn Guerrero. He just felt dirty watching that. Shaking his head, he turned off the monitor and went back to stretching.

It was a good ten minutes later when he heard a commotion down the hall. He knew that squeal, and like most slowly moved to watch Lil Michaels take it to Melina. He'd never seen Elisha fight like that, even the look in her eyes was different. He'd seen it in her father when he had a heel turn, but never in the young blonde. Had to admit it was kind of hot. He winced slightly as he watched Melina's face be planted into a wall. Glad he wouldn't have to wake up next to that for a while at least.

He stood with some of the other wrestlers who weren't game to get involved. Let the two fight, it'd be a preview for 'Mania that was for sure. He looked around again and chuckled under his breath. At the moment Melina deserved everything she got.

Yunalesca - 23-4-2011 at 12:30 AM
Trish walked beside her friend through the curtain, not saying much as she kept an eye on her. She looked like crap, but it was her first night back in a while and she'd taken a beating. Trish wasn't usually one to interfere, but Elisha had needed help and with Melina breaking the rules, she felt it was her prerogative to do so as well. Just because she was a face didn't mean she always had to play by the rules. The rules are what had lost her the title anyway. Well, Chavo was what really had made her lose the title, but that had been a low blow to begin with. 

She let her friend handle her business, stretching herself out as she felt her body tightening up from the slight brawl. It wasn't long, however, before she heard screaming and yelling going on outside. She pulled to door open to see Melina and Elisha brawling down the hall. Refs ran past her as she stepped out, slamming herself against the door so she wouldn't be run over. She knew it wasn't something she could handle so she went for the person who could. Running down the hall in her boots she slid to stop before the Champs door, not even bothering to knock. "John!"




Cena had been stretching himself out when he heard Trish's call. He turned to see her half in his doorway, frantic look on her face. He quickly made his way to her, concerned. He suddenly wondered if something had happened to Elisha in her match. "What's going on?" He said and heard the ruckus down the hall. She didn't need to explain. He took off down the hall with Trish on his heels. He forced his way through the wrestlers, coming right up on the brawl. He ripped Melina off his girl, not usually one to man handle a woman but someone had to get between them. He pushed her away and got to Elisha who still had an enraged look in her eye. The refs kept a wall around Melina to keep them apart while John blocked Elisha off. He grabbed her around the waist when she slipped by him, holding her back.

"Hold on you little hellcat." He said, keeping his face back to keep from getting elbowed in the face. The best way to diffuse it was to hold on and let her tire herself out. Nothing else was going to work at this moment.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 10:52 AM
dirty.angel - 23-4-2011 at 01:21 PM
There was a mass of hair grabbing and squealing, as well as God knows what else. These two divas were feisty and neither were holding back. Why would they? The more they hurt the other, the better their own chances were. The referees managed a wall around Melina, and Elisha found herself restrained. It wasn't until John spoke that she realised who it was. In an attempt to calm down she held her hands up defensively. She'd never lost her cool like this, that was for sure. " Okay…Okay…I'm good." Swallowing she took a step away, and was about to walk away when Melina burst through the wall of black and white stripes. What was she meant to do? She had to defend herself, after all.

However she felt John's big arms snake around her once more, and move her further away from Melina. It was rare for Elisha to act like that, but Melina had pushed her buttons a little two hard this time. She was sick of being pushed around. Sick of people underestimating her and treating her like she was some second rate diva because of who her father was. She'd worked her ass off, just like everyone else. It wasn't her fault that she had talent. At least the No Holds Barred match at 'Mania was going to be entertaining.

Running a hand through her hair, Elisha took big calming breathes as she walked away, listening to the insults and abuse that Melina was hurling at her. She wouldn't tell anyone ever, but they got to her. As much as Elisha respected all the other diva's for their talents, all Elisha wanted was the same. She was sick of having to try and prove that she belonged there. The last thing she needed to hear was that she was a worthless, talentless piece of Texan trash. She'd never tell anyone that she'd cried over countless insults like that. 

" You should go back to what you were doing. You've got more important things to worry about than me." It wasn't meant to sound the way it came out. His match tonight was important, she knew why Hunter was going out there, and she wouldn't be surprised in there was a reformation of DX. They'd spoken about it for years, now just seemed like the right time. John needed to concentrate on his match, not worrying about his girlfriend brawling with some slag.


*

Morrison wasn't going to intervene. Some superstars asked him why, and he shrugged and explained that Melina wasn't his problem. " She's got Chavo now." Morrison shrugged simply with a malicious tone. He was pissed off at the whole situation, but knew he'd made the right decision to focus more on himself. He needed to better his attitude, needed to buckle down and work hard. Or else he was going no where but the bottom of the card, and fast.

" Yeah, Melina's the one that can talk about being trash" he mumbled to himself as he passed Trish, and moved past the commotion. He wanted nothing to do with Melina Perez. He needed to make a better alignment with someone. Someone who would help him. " Oh, Trish!" he said, stopping and turning, offering her a gentlemanly smile. " Do me a favour? Can you beat the absolute crap out of Chavo on Saturday….?"
Yunalesca - 2-5-2011 at 01:41 AM
John let her go finally, watching her pace and try to calm down, to no avail. He hadn't seen her pissed like that before, but could understand it. He'd been in the same place, several times. He could remember his feud with Edge and how angry he had been. It'd made him do mistakes. "Just remember that Wrestlemania is in a week and going in like this will cause you to lose. I've been there and have watched a title slip through my fingers. Don't make the mistakes that so many have." He said softly to her before leaving her be. He wanted to hug her and say it was okay, but that wasn't what she needed. She needed to have the fire she had now, but she also needed a clear head and she didn't have it.

He started for the curtain, camera's following as he traveled down the hall. He'd take the curtain first.







Trish had been walking away from the scene with everyone else when Morrison approached her. She took a stance and watched him warily. What is his deal? she thought. He was freaking her out. "Yeah, sure. He didn't just screw me over, I take it." She said, unsure of the conversation she was having. She didn't want it at all, actually, but she wanted to know what Morrison was about. Maybe he had taken Melina from him, which would be a saving grace and cause for celebration in her eyes, but you could hurt just the same.

dirty.angel - 2-5-2011 at 02:01 AM
Elisha nodded somewhat and offered a smile. It was good to know that John understood how she felt and that she wasn't being rude. One day however, her temper was going to get her into trouble. She just knew it. Her blue eyes watched Cena head for the curtains and she safely retreated to her locker room where she saw Triple H on the monitor already in the ring and waiting. It's not like she could relax, when she knew what was coming. Her dad was going to do anything he could to win. If it meant bringing back one of the best tag teams ever, he'd do it.

Elisha watched as John headed out to the ring, in his usual manner. There was hope he knew what was getting into, after all, he'd been in this business a long while. Surely he knew what was coming. Elisha didn't sit, she paced the whole match. John was one of the only people who could still take it to Hunter, they were a cut above the rest that was for sure. Pacing back and forth in her locker room, it was hard not to watch, but it was the last thing she wanted to do. 

It was almost a sigh of relief when she heard John get the three count. He'd be worn out, but he wouldn't be hurt, or blindsided. Well, she was wrong about that. Moving her hand over her mouth and watching, she winced as she focused on her father taking a chair to the back of her boyfriend. Where the hell had he even come from? She refused to watch a beat down, she refused to watch as HHH came to, refused to listen as the sound of D-Generation X's music played. It was a comeback tour apparently.

Flicking off the monitor at the image of her father and 'uncle' in their famous pose, she moved to the shower and quickly began to shower and change. She'd want to look after her boy tonight, after a crack like that with a chair he was bound to be a little sore.



Morrison clicked his jaw to the side and laughed somewhat " Nope." Scratching the back of his head he looked around the hallway. " Mind you, I should have seen it coming. She cheats on me with Dave, she was bound to do it again. But with one of my friends? I really didn't think that was possible." He explained to Trish with a shrug. " I can't blame Chavo really, Melina can be rather persuasive, and he is a Guerrero, but I mean…." he trailed off and shook his head. " You don't need to know this kind of stuff. Just know that you weren't the only one hurt in all of this…."

His female fans would be happy knowing that he'd gotten rid of Melina. He should have known not to align himself with someone like her, she just screwed people over to get to the top. Now he hoped she just fell off her perch….

Yunalesca - 2-5-2011 at 11:57 PM
John had gone to the ring in the most serious mood he'd been in in a while, saluting to his fans but keeping an eye on Triple H. It'd been a power struggle from the start, neither actually gaining momentum. Each time a finisher seemed imminent, it would be reversed. It was sheer luck when Cena landed an F-U, catching Triple H coming off the ropes while John was on his knees. He got the three and slowly found his feet, surprised at the outcome of the match. His tired legs caused him to stagger while he caught his breath. It'd been a twenty minute match, longer than most on Raw. He'd had his back to the announcers table and had no way of knowing Shawn had jumped into the ring. He heard an eruption from the crowd and started to turn when he was slammed with a chair.

He dropped immediately, not even able to keep his feet with the blow he'd received. He lay there, feeling only semi conscious as his body tried to recover. He heard the age old music of DX and knew come Sunday, he could be royally screwed.



Once Shawn and Hunter had left he was able to find his feet again, refusing to crawl. His back screamed at him, the muscles nearly seizing as he took the curtain. It wasn't until he made it to the locker room when he collapsed, barely steps from the doorway. He lay there, hand on his back. He felt like he'd been hit with a truck.




The blonde bit her lip as Morrison said 'he is a Guerrero'. Yeah, she'd fallen in that trap too. The Guerrero's were a persuasive breed and knew how to woo a woman. She'd made the mistake and had no one to blame but herself, however his continual pursuit of making it right, or just to nip at her heels until she broke down, was not her fault. It hurt her almost more than his betrayal. And with her enemy of all people? "Well it's good to know that I'm not the only one." She said simply, leaning back against the hall wall with her arms crossed over her chest. She wanted to say, 'good to know I'm not the only stupid one', but didn't need to take her pain out on him. He'd been turned on as well. Odd how common enemies can make an enemy a friend. Not that she considered him friend, but until recently she wouldn't have even acknowledged his existence.

"I'll see what I can do about your request." She said with a smile, not willing to admit she was scared for Sunday. She could handle a street fight with Melina no problem, but a technical brawl with Chavo she was screwed. Feeling awkward she nodded and started to turn away. She still didn't know how the hell she was going to win. She had the heart, but that only got you so far. She had built herself up, but there was only so much muscle she could gain by then.

dirty.angel - 3-5-2011 at 12:22 AM
Elisha was quick to shower, pulling her hair up into a messy ponytail and slipping into an oversized jumper which she'd worn earlier as a dress, it was quick and easy at this point! She knew that by the sounds of the music playing that her fears had been confirmed. Packing everything into her duffle, she moved out of the locker room and towards John's. No doubt shit had gone down that would have wounded him. Elisha had to think of a way to get her father to at least back of. But this was Wrestlemania, it was never going to happen. 

Swallowing as she got to John's door, she was careful to open it, slipping inside before moving to sit on the ground next to him. She knew not to make a huge deal of it. It was apparent from the big red mark on John's back what had happened. He'd been made a target. Quite literally. Carefully she ran her hand along his back, " You want me to get some ice?" she questioned. When you'd grown up with a father who had back injuries such as her fathers you learnt how to massage them, you learnt how to look after them, and manage the pain. Maybe earlier in their relationship she would have worried more, made a big deal about it, but Elisha had come to learn that you had to remain calm, if the man you loved was the champ, people were going to try and break him down. Even your own father.

Not even waiting for an answer, she reached over to the small ice container and pulled out the ice pack. They were in every locker room for moments like this, carefully she placed it on his back and ran a soothing hand over his muscles. " What would you do without me, huh?" she winked, laughing somewhat. She knew he'd be okay. He had to be. He always was.

*

" Just remember Trish. Everyone has their weak spot. Even Chavo Guerrero. He knew he'd been stupid, and John didn't need anyone telling him that. He'd been stupid the first time, and even stupider the second time. But what was he meant to do? He thought he loved the girl, but now he was simply growing to despise her. Morrison never thought that he'd see Trish as an ally, but they had something in common now. He wouldn't exactly have called them friends, but they were on the same page and thats a starting point for sure.

" If there's one thing that going to get you through Wrestlemania…." he trailed off, thinking for a moment before smiling, " Just remember. He might be a Guerrero, but you're Trish Stratus." Morrison nodded his head before he slowly walked off back towards his locker room. People were leaving, he could see groups heading out to the diner and what not. He'd grab a bite to eat later or something.

Yunalesca - 3-5-2011 at 11:32 AM
John barely stirred when his girl entered, knowing it was her without hearing her voice. Who else would it be? Shawn had made his point and wouldn't drag it out. He was telling John that he needed to bring it because the Showstopper was going to. He winced when she ran her hand over his back, his skin prickling into goosebumps from the light trails her nails made. "Ice would be perfect." He said simply, eyes closed as he lay on the hard floor. He could not wait for a bed tonight. His body was getting tired of being speared through barricades and thrown through tables. A chair shot to the back wasn't helping it at all. And the stress of his opponent being his girlfriends father? Yeah, that he didn't need either.

He felt the cool bag hit his back and sighed. "Without you? Well...I might not have had a chairshot to the back tonight, but I'll take that over a kick to the face." He joked, hoping she didn't take him seriously. At least he hoped that chair shot wasn't due to John and Elisha dating.God, he hadn't even slept with her. Don't most dads get pissed at that point? What he'd give to have a sister to consult with. "I would be lost man without you, Elisha. You know that." He said, taking her hand in his.




Trish paused when she heard the last bit of what Morrison had to say. Was he trying to pick her up? "Thanks..." She said back to him before continuing on her way. Shit was getting weird, or she was just getting tired. Without thinking she turned back to Morrison and ran after him. "Uh, hey, this is weird, but I'm trying to get some new stuff together for Sunday, something Chavo hasn't seen before. I know you do the whole parkour thing and wondered if maybe you could help me out." She asked, her hands sliding into her back pockets. She didn't like asking for help, but something was making her ask it from him. She usually had good instincts, usually, and decided to follow them this time.

dirty.angel - 3-5-2011 at 01:51 PM
She chuckled somewhat and shook her head. " I think with or without me this would have happened." Gently chuckling, she gave his hand a squeeze. " You should count your lucky stars you didn't get kicked in the face. Don't wanna mess your mug up even more." It was a joke and she was keeping things light, it was the only way she knew how to get through tough times. She knew it was immature, but it was how she coped. Everyone had different ways of coping. That or she simply ignored the whole situation, but this was something she could no longer ignore. Already she was having to choose between her father and her boyfriend, and unintentionally she was already choosing. Blood may have been thicker than water, but love conquered all. She'd always have her family, but she needed to hold on to John forever.

Sure, she could have been out with the others, partying it up before 'Mania. But she needed to make sure her boy was okay, he always would be, but she was always going to be there in case he wasn't. Taking a deep breathe, she looked around his locker room for a moment, continuing to run her hand soothingly along his back. The ice was just going to numb it. He'd only be achey in the morning, it's not like a chair shot to the back would do a tonne of damage. 

" Come on John, I at least need my date to the Hall of Fame walking" Maybe that'd cheer him up a little. The last time they'd spoken about it, she'd been going with her family. Shawn was flying her mother and siblings in for 'Mania and the Ceremony. At that point in Texas it had only seemed like the right thing to do. However, too much had changed since then, and she'd decided to go with her boyfriend. Couldn't blame her. She didn't mean to be choosing John over her father, but she didn't support the way her father was going about things, and this was how she was going to react.


*

Turning around, Morrison raised an eyebrow and thought about what Trish was asking him. " Sure" he said with a small smile. " A lot of the time I wait till everyones left the arena." he explained " And while the ring is still up I try stuff. If you wanna wait around I can help you then." It was nice that someone was attempting to appreciate the art of parkour. A lot of the superstars had made a lot of fun about it. But then they'd seen the Royal Rumble and had quickly changed their tune. He knew the arena was practically empty, so he'd head down before they took the ring apart. " So, I'll see you at the ring in say, fifteen?" The smile of his face said it all, he was actually happy that someone wanted help from him. 

He'd headed off to his locker room and shut the door with a grin. The attitude change he'd been suggested was already bringing him positive reviews. He got out of his tights and into some baggy sweat shorts and a singlet. Pulling on his sneakers and grabbing a bottle of water, he moved out of his locker room and down to the ring. This was when he got his real practise in. The whole aim of parker was to not let things get in your way, to not touch the ground, and he enjoyed constantly coming up with new ways.

Yunalesca - 4-5-2011 at 01:40 AM
John looked up at her when she mentioned the Hall of Fame. It was hard to imagine her going with him, even harder to imagine her in a dress. "I'm assuming Trish is helping you out with that," he said with a smile. He hadn't talked to her much the past few weeks, but she seemed to need her privacy. Nothing like a Guerrero to screw over your life. She could handle it. She'd been burned enough by now, but she could handle it. He was worried about her match on Sunday, and Elisha's, two women in his life that he cared about, but they would both handle it. Until they came to him for help he would let them take care of themselves. Wrestling was a solo kind of business. If someone didn't ask for your help, don't give it. They seemed to get pretty pissed when you interfered.

"I'm game for it, but I don't want you in the middle of this, you know that. I think your dad might be pissed if you turned around and decided to go with me instead." He pushed himself off the ground in a pushup fashion before taking a seat. "I don't want you to get hurt over this. It isn't right for you to choose and you know I'm never trying to put you in that position..." He paused, taking his eyes away from hers. "But I'll be honored to have a gorgeous lady as my date." He said softly before rising up and kissing her on the cheek. Thinking about the ceremony was getting his nerves in a bundle now. He had completely forgotten the thing, thinking more about his match. Hall of Fame was something special and you had to really bring out your inner lady or gentleman. Legends were there and it was best to be on their goodside. He was introducing Curt Hennigs induction, now that was every reason to be nervous. Mr. Perfect he was.






The blonde Canadian smiled as Morrison accepted what she was asking of him. She was one of the most bullheaded of the divas, but knew when she needed help. This art form could help her on Sunday. She knew her way around martial arts and yoga, but Parkour was not down her alley. She was about certain body parts, knowing how each functions and where to place it for maximum use. What Morrison did was outside her element. It was almost on a whim, which wasn't her. She was a planner. She could easily become frustrated with it, but she wouldn't give up on it. She had never asked a young gun for help before, but there was always a first time. Besides, it was a good idea to breathe new life into your gimmick. When she'd arrived on the fitness circuit all the older girls were asking her how to tone their body like she did. Asking never hurt, did it?

She hadn't expected to jump into the ring with him tonight, but it wasn't like she was blown up from a match. Just a run in and that was nothing. She nodded to him before finding the women's locker room, now practically deserted. Ashley was the only one remaining, packing her bag. "Hey," she said in greeting and the hardcore rocker turned to Trish. "You comin out tonight?" Ashley asked of her mentor and Trish shook her head. 

"I've got some work to do in the ring. I might join up with you later, but I have to be prepared for Sunday." She explained, pulling out a short pair of pink shorts and a black tank.

"Want me to run the ropes with you? I've got time..." Ashley started but Trish shook her head again.

"I've got someone showing me some new stuff."

"And...who is that?"

Trish paused and laughed slightly before looking up at her friend. "John Morrison."

"Uh...Trish..." Ashley started, but a hand cut her off.

"I know, I know, but trust me. I don't think he is going to sabotage me before Sunday. He got fucked just about as royally as I did so if he will help, I'll take it. In case you haven't noticed, I'm supposed to wrestle someone who's got about a hundred pounds of muscle on me, not to mention years of technical skill. Chavo may be crap but he's got breeding."

"Alright. Just be careful. I don't like this. Mickie's been up to something too. Notice how she's kind of laid off? I can't imagine her fucked up head has just straightened out in a week."

"Yeah, I can understand that." She said as she slipped into her workout clothes from behind one of the screens. "Just relax. Go have fun. I might catch you later." She said with a pat on Ashley's shoulder before she exited the locker room.

He was already in the ring when she got down to the ramp, seemingly warming up. He was in tennis shoes, she was in knee high wrestling boots. It kind of made her look like a hooker, but if she couldn't do this in boots she wouldn't be able to do it on Sunday. She'd wear sneakers if she could, gave you more of a grip, but she couldn't pull it off like Cena.

[Yunalesca]

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dirty.angel - 4-5-2011 at 02:02 AM
" Tomorrow, she's gonna help me get all pretty." Smiling somewhat as he pressed a kiss to her cheek she remained on the floor, looking up at him for a moment. He cared, and he cared about her, it made her feel warm inside, that was for sure. However, she could tell what he meant was coming from a deep place and that he truly cared about preserving the relationship between a father and daughter. " You don't have to ask me, and you haven't put me in this situation." Elisha spoke softly, looking at the floor then back up to him for a moment " I made this decision, and I want to go with you." Preserving a relationship was one thing, however the thing with the relationship between Shawn and Elisha was, it wasn't that deep. She'd had a childhood of empty seats and once a month visits. It wasn't exactly built on rainbows and lollipops.

Slowly pulling herself up onto her feet, she stretched and moved to wrap her arms around him, pulling herself carefully into his lap. Not like she wanted to hurt him, not now. He was probably a bit achey still. " I love you" gently resting her forehead against his, she let out a deep breath " Come on, lets go to the hotel, go to bed and chill out. You look like you need a rest." Pressing another kiss to his lips, she stood up out of his lap and stretched out again. 

Pulling her oversized jumper over her knuckles, Elisha grinned widely again " If your lucky, I'll stay the whole night." That was a joke, of course she'd stay the whole night. He kept her warm and protected her at night. 

*

John was busy jumping between ropes when he heard someone coming down towards the ring. " Interesting look" he called from the turnbuckle as he jumped to the other side of ring, to sit on the turnbuckle with a grin. " Woah. Trish. Stop." He held his hands up as she did stop, not even in the ring yet. " Step One: Getting into the ring without touching any ropes, or any of the like. You need to get onto the apron by simply using you and your surroundings." He knew it'd be a test. It'd be a test of her imagination as well. Half of this was about imagination. No matter how much you thought about things, sometimes it was better not to think. At least then your opponent wouldn't know what was coming.

He sat on the turnbuckle with a wide grin on his face, wondering what exactly she would do. She was methodical and was about to learn something completely opposite to what she was used to. Looking around the empty arena, he rolled back his shoulders waiting to see what she'd do. " And once you get onto the apron. You've gotta get into the ring, nothing like a challenge" Morrison winked.

Yunalesca - 4-5-2011 at 05:10 AM
John slipped on a shirt while Elisha tried brightening his mood. She never had to try that hard, however. When the girl was in the room he felt his attitude shift almost instantly. Her flirtatious attitude was only part of it, too. He turned to her and wrapped his arms around her. "You're staying whether you like it or not." He said softly in her ear before kissing it and letting her go, turning to grab his bag. He felt the ache already beginning, the numbness from the ice pack wearing off. The life of a wrestler. He didn't know how people like Taker and Flair were doing it for so long, but he recalled that exhilaration that took you the moment you stepped through the curtain. Whether the fans hated you or loved you, you fed off that energy. That feeling was like the fountain of youth.

"Ready?" He asked, hiking the bag strap over his shoulder.


***




Trish looked up at him like he was crazy, hands on her hips in a less than amused pose. She wanted to yell, 'do you not see I'm only 5' 4"' but kept her mouth shut. The best way for someone her size had already been used by Melina, and she was definitely not going to try and repeat that. Leapfrogging would look stupid and she had a feeling sliding was out of the question. That left only one thing and she wasn't even sure she could do it. Looking up at Morrison she felt herself regretting this even before she attempted it. She stepped back from the ring to get running start. Taking a breath and hoping she didn't break her collarbone she started forward, gaining some momentum before crouching and leaping. She felt her feet land on the apron then grabbed the ropes and vaulted herself over.

She wasn't sure if she was allowed to use the ropes for that part, but she was a short one and was going to need assistance. Only Big Show could step over the ropes without touching them. She gave John a look, her brow raised as though to say, 'well'. She wanted to celebrate even making it into the ring, but kept her cool. It was time to work. She had never expected to leap from the floor to the apron. She'd always been envious of Brock Lesnar, making that leap with so little effort. Apparently if you worked hard enough you could do it even with a 5' 4" frame. She stretched her legs for a moment, facing John. The last thing she wanted was him watching her ass. Everyone around the world did it, but it didn't mean she had to like it.

"Where did you learn this, anyway?" She asked, trying to get to know him better.

dirty.angel - 4-5-2011 at 01:37 PM
" Of course I am" she smiled before slipping an arm around his waist and walking with him out towards the parking lot. Reaching their car she tossed her back into the back and took a deep breath. " I am super hungry!" she laughed, as the car drove off, taking a moment to close her eyes. This was the first time in a long time she'd spent with John. Since Texas probably. What with all the craziness of Wrestlemania and Hall of Fame, could hardly catch a break. It was nice to just stop.

When they arrived at the hotel, there were the diehard fans, still waiting to see The Chain Gang Soldier. " I'll see you up there." She'd never get sick of the fans, or their love for the business and the Superstars. Slipping out the car and grabbing her bag, she stopped for a few fans who asked and signed a few things before moving into the hotel. Poor John was getting mobbed out there.

Elisha got into the suite and fell onto the bed with a sigh. She was tired, but she could hardly complain. Her boy was out there every day, putting in 100% and he never complained. Just cause she was a little tired, gave her no reason to complain. Rolling off the bed, she moved towards the bathroom, pulling off her jumper dress the young woman began to strip the layers of make up off. She'd never get used to the thick paint on her face. Glancing at herself in the mirror in nothing but her skivvies she frowned. There were bruises from Melina forming, thankfully they'd be covered by a pretty dress and no one would see.

She didn't let people see her like this. While most of the Diva's had lingerie photo shoots, Elisha still hadn't, you might have seen her out in the ring, but her tights and top attire didn't show off too much. Why? Because hell, the girl hated her body! But didn't most girls, it was something she was going to have to get over. After all, there'd be some of those photo shoots coming her way soon.

Flicking on the music on her phone, she began to dance around the bathroom as she removed her make up. It was very Tom Cruise in Risky Business.

*

" I just kinda started. I liked the idea of not letting anything get in my way. That's the whole point of Parkour. Not to let anything get in your way." Morrison explained as he stood on the turnbuckle and grinned. " Be aware of your surroundings and use them to your advantage." He smiled widely and jumped down onto the mat. " See how you got into the ring? Didn't think you could huh?" he chuckled, " Just because you're a little one, doesn't mean that it should stop you from doing things." 

" Lets be honest. Chavo is going to try and take out your legs first. Why? Because they're your weapons. You might use your firsts, but you use your legs to propel yourself, to give you strength, you're screwed without them. So, say I go for a leg sweep…." Morrison smirked, moving to take out her legs slowly. " You're in the middle of the ring, how are you going to get out of it?"

Yunalesca - 6-5-2011 at 02:31 AM
Johns bag was tossed in back just after Elisha's, the door closing behind it. He ducked down into the black Civic, wishing he had rented a truck. The scrunched in feeling wouldn't help his back at all. He shifted into reverse and pulled out of the parking spot, noticing he was one of the last to leave. With a click forward they were in motion, gaining the ramp and cruising out into the starry night. He laughed at Elisha as she exclaimed her hunger, happy she was in a better mood. He should be in one hell of a mood, but it wasn't happening. He hadn't been with his girl in a while and was going to keep her to himself tonight. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone out after the show with friends, but made a mental note to take care of that later.

Being equipped with an automatic transmission he was free to take Elisha's hand. He preferred manual, more control over the car, but this was what he'd been stuck with. His thumb rubbed over her smooth skin, that feeling taking hold in his stomach. He still got it even this far into their relationship. Hell, he could barely remember how it started, but that didn't matter. He lived in the moment, for her. The car ride was rather quiet, listening to the hum of the engine just under the soft beats of whatever was on the radio. Silence was a good feeling to him tonight. That was broken, however, when they turned the corner and he caught sight of his fans. He couldn't grimace if he wanted to. He still knew how to appreciate the people who'd gotten him this far. "I'll be there in a minute." He said, kissing her on the cheek before opening his door after grabbing his bag.

He signed papers, pictures, and answered a few questions.He took a little more time, taking pictures with people, listening to their stories. He remembered particularly a little girl telling him her dream to be just like Elisha. He knelt down, ignoring the screaming in his back. "Remember your dreams, they'll happen if you want it bad enough." He said to her before signing her diary. With a wave he bid his fans farewell and made for his room.

He dumped his bag by the door and heard the music coming from the bathroom. He stopped, listening through the door for a second before opening it with a smile. He snuck up on Elisha and wrapped his arms around her. "You could be one of those dancers in those paint clubs. You know, where they splatter paint on the drums. You and Jeff Hardy would have a grand old time." He said with a laugh, kissing her ear and neck, just enjoying the moment. "A little girl out there said she wanted to be you someday. Hopefully you'll see her at Axxess. Cutest little thing." He said before letting her go. "What's on the menu? I could use some grilled chicken." He said before turning and starting for the bedroom to grab the room service menu.


********




She let the 'little one' comment slide. With Jacqueline gone she had been the smallest one for a while. It didn't mean she couldn't bring it, however. Everyone knew she was tough as nails. She had been one of the first divas to participate in a street fight, that said something. But he was right in the fact she hadn't thought she could make the leap. Her body was apparently more aware of itself than she was. He was talking about disconnecting the brain, letting the body do what it will. That was why she'd never been a dancer. A lot of times you were asked to improv and she was always too in control for that. She listened intently while he instructed, forgetting her embarrassment of asking him for help.

She understood his logic, which was a good starting point. When he moved to take out her legs she jumped, tucking her body so when she landed she would roll right over his move and find herself standing on the other side. She turned to him, a surprised look on her face. "I didn't even know I knew how to do that..." she admitted, trying to keep the smile off her face. "He'll try to take out my legs, but what can I do to him?" She asked, turning serious. "I'm prideful, but I can't forget he has a hundred pounds on me and he likes to brawl. He has a nice set of submissions in his arsenal too." She mentioned, thinking about the match between Lita and Dean Malenko. It was going to be similar in the fact Dean and Chavo were submissions artists, but Trish wasn't big like Lita and also didn't know jack about high flying like her. Jeff had tried to teach her once upon a time.

"Even if I get him in a hold he can slam me back down before I can capitalize on it."


dirty.angel - 6-5-2011 at 03:25 AM
Elisha laughed somewhat and shook her head, " You know, one day you'll catch me doing something normal, like reading a book!" she exclaimed, laughing again before heading out the bathroom, pulling on a pair of shorts. " Awh, Hopefully I do. There's only a few more days left of it." Elisha shrugged, following John out to the bedroom with a grin. It was nice to know that there were kids out there that looked up to her. Maybe that girl just wanted to be John Cena's girlfriend? " I know that there was fried chicken." Unfortunately she was being careful with what she ate for the past while. Trish had stuck her on a no carb, protein full diet of green stuff and meat. Needless to say that Elisha was not enjoying it, but what with 'Mania and everything she had to look after herself these days. No more fried chicken buckets for her!

Falling onto the bed, Elisha bit her bottom as she read over the menu with a sigh. Nothing made her want to eat, well nothing that she could eat at this point. Groaning, she looked at John then back to the menu. " Gross. Vegetables." Propping her hand under her chin, she looked up at him again and smiled softly. She was definitely a lucky girl. 

Rolling off the bed again, to stand on her feet, she moved to take the room service menu from his hands and slipping her arms around his waist. " I've missed you." she pouted somewhat, leaning up to let a soft kiss linger on his lips. She'd missed her big bear to keep her warm at night. 

*

Morrison couldn't help but smile as he saw Trish move out of his way. She was understanding, she was disconnecting. It was a start at least. Although she had a point, Chavo had an extra one hundred pounds on her. " You still use what you have around you. I mean, I get that you can't use the ropes directly….." he trailed off with a smile. " It's simple. You don't get him into a submission move." Morrison paused. " Here, put me in something." He held out his arms as if defenceless and waited until he was in a hold. She was a strong one, for someone so little she had a hell of a lot of strength.

As she put him in a hold, he cleared his throat and waited for a moment. He looked around the ring, and thought. " You're gonna need to brace yourself" he explained to her, before a moment later simply using the ropes and the turnbuckle to reverse the hold. Of course, he was John Morrison, so there was the added cool floppy stuff, but the basic was the same. Use what you can to get what you usually couldn't. " See what I mean?" he grinned, letting go.

" I mean, you could always learn to highly. In a week." It was a joke, no one could learn to high fly in a week. Not even the best of the best. It'd taken him years, that was for sure. And he was still learning.

Yunalesca - 6-5-2011 at 06:03 AM
"Who reads books," he laughed with her while he scanned the menu, making his selection. He watched her scan it and grimace several times. Apparently she wasn't going to go for the obvious choice tonight. "Deep fried everything, I don't know how you came from Texas looking like a fox." He said, nuzzling her shoulder before sitting up again, standing with the menu in his hands. Next thing he knew it was snatched from him and a kiss was planted on his lips. "I've missed you too." He said, murmuring into her lips before kissing her. He felt his back tingling and decided against lifting her up on his waist. The last thing he needed was a strain, although she was a small girl and he could easily lift her. The hell with it...

His hands cupped under her thighs and he lifted her up to rest on his hipbones. He kissed her again before slowly lowering himself to the bed with her straddling him and seated in his lap. "We should really order that food..." He said, kissing her again.


*****




Trish did as she was told, grabbing him into a headlock and bracing herself when he reversed it. He held it for a second before letting go. She stepped back from him, still worrying she wouldn't be ready for Sunday. "Yeah, I like my feet on the ground, thanks." She said, trying to think of how she could use this to her advantage. "Even if I got in the air, odds are he'd catch me and it'd be over.The best way to capitalize and put the match in my favor is going to be using his momentum against him. Got anything for that?" She asked, wondering if this was going to help her like she was hoping. If she was facing another diva it would, but someone bigger than her was a challenge.


dirty.angel - 6-5-2011 at 11:53 PM
" Cheerleader" Was her excuse for coming out of Texas looking like a 'fox'. In Texas, it was the place of pageant queens and big hair. Her mother might have been down to Earth like her father, but she'd had a lot to compete with growing up. Guess having good genes kind of helped her. " Yeah, we really should, shouldn't we?" Elisha found her arms around his shoulders as she returned his kiss with a grin. " Because I totally want grilled chicken and vegetables." Elisha rolled her eyes for a moment before nuzzling her face into his chest. 

Her hands ran carefully down his back, tracing the outline of his muscles. Lifting her head from the nook in his neck. " If that's what you really want to do." Was she teasing again? Of course, but her boy should have been used to her doing so. Elisha was so in love, it was almost sickening. She'd always been the girl to think that romance was gross, to think that it was unnecessary. Yet, now she was completely in love she couldn't see out of it. The young woman was just scared that he didn't feel the same. If he left her, she'd break into a million pieces, that was just a given at this point.


*

" The ropes are your main source of resistance. If you want to use your momentum against Chavo, you need to use the ropes a lot more than you usually do. I'm not saying make yourself airborne with the ropes. But use them to your advantage." He rested against the ropes for a moment thinking. He glanced around the ring, before clearing his throat. " You and I both know if someone uses the ropes against us they have an advantage. So, use them, but use them fairly. He's not going to play nice."

" Play your game, but play it like he'd least expect it. When I wrestled Chavo last time, he knew exactly what I was going to do, and he worked on me so I couldn't fly. But, I still beat him. You know why? I used these babies." Patting the ropes, he grinned. " You wanna try some things on them?"

Yunalesca - 7-5-2011 at 02:46 AM
John tried to stifle a shiver that was running down him as she traced her fingers along his back and asked if what he really wanted was to order food. Hell no it wasn't, not now, but he wouldn't let himself just yet. He loved her and hoped she knew it, but sex wasn't everything to him. Yeah it was great, but it wasn't essential. It would come in time. "No, I'm not sure..." he said into her hair, closing his eyes. "But tonight I think it would be best." He said, hoping she wouldn't be angry with him. "And we need to get that grilled chicken and veggies in you. Good health comes first," he said, lifting her face to his and kissing her lips.

He started to stand, lifting her up with him and gently setting her feet on the floor. "Don't take it personal, Elisha. You're something special." He said, feeling she was taking it personal. He'd made his share of mistakes with women and didn't want to do it now. He wasn't a kid anymore and knew how to appreciate things now. He hadn't been a whore, but he had made his mistakes. He didn't want to do that with her. "So, chicken and grilled green beans?" He asked, reaching for the phone. 


*****



Trish tilted her head and gave John a look. Apparently he didn't know her finisher. She was no newbie to the ropes. Yeah she spent more time working on the mat now, keeping her opponents down, but she did have the 'Stratusfaction' which was off the ropes. But that was a move she doubted she could land. It relied heavily on her opponent not throwing her ass to the floor and Chavo would see it coming. She'd break her ankle if she was lucky. It left her with the Chick Kick which could easily be caught. She'd never get a worthy Sharpshooter on him either. Sighing, she realized she had to rely heavily on what Morrison would be teaching her. She took a couple of steps toward him, almost daring to be within inches of his face.

"I'm not afraid of using these...'babies'" she said, tapping one next to his hand before backing off. "Let's do this."


dirty.angel - 7-5-2011 at 03:03 AM
She wouldn't take it personally, she couldn't. It was clearly his deal, and she'd let him keep his distance for however long he wanted. Why? Because she loved him, and hell, sex wasn't everything. It was just nice, sometimes. She understood, everyone made mistakes, you had to be sure right? Sure, she'd come from a nice born-again family, but she'd had a rebellious streak. There'd been a time when partying was pretty heavy on the agenda. That was when Shawn had decided to be a real dad and pull 'Lisha into line. It'd worked, she'd knuckled down and things had changed, but there'd always be that side to her. She returned his kiss before shaking her head. " I am not eating anything green! I've been eating green crap for weeks." Elisha whined, shaking her head. " And it's doing absolutely nothing. I think it's doing the opposite to what it's meant to. I'd rather be living on fried chicken and porn." Sitting on the bed for a moment, Elisha groaned. " Just get me whatever, I have to eat it anyway." 

Elisha moved to her duffle searching through it for what seemed like a while. Pulling out a candy bar, which had clearly been in the bottom for a while her grin widened. " Success is mine!" she said happily unwrapping the chocolate bar and taking a bite. " That is the most amazing things…." she trailed off, as she chewed on her Mars Bar. " By the way, good to know you think I'm special" she giggled, flopping back onto the bed, eating her chocolate bar with a smirk. " So, what're we gonna do tonight? Chill out and watch movies? Or are you gonna be boring and fall asleep halfway through. Again."

*

John chuckled, smiling at her confidence. He spend a long while going through some things with her. He knew that Chavo was going to be a mean feat, but if there was one girl that could do it. It was Trish. After about an hour of going through things, there was mat eating that was for sure. But nothing was painless. " You know where I am if you need to go through anything" he said with a soft smile as he sat on top of the turnbuckle. He wasn't tired, but he could do with a rest for a little while. It was hard to prepare for the Money In The Bank match. No matter which time around it was.

Sliding out the ring, Morrison pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at the time. " Hey, are you coming out tonight with everyone Trish?" he asked, " You reckon you could pull Cena out of his boring lull? He used to be fun!" he laughed as he headed up the ramp. " I'll catch you around!"

Yunalesca - 7-5-2011 at 03:45 AM
John pressed his finger down on the phone, holding off the dial tone while he laughed. "Porn?" Not believing she'd said it. While shaking his head and still laughing he lifted his finger and called to the office. "Yeah, grilled chicken plate with the green beans and steamed carrots," he paused and looked over at his girlfriend, shaking his head as she found her candy bar. "And another plate of the grilled chicken, sweet baby carrots with that...and a chocolate pudding. Thanks." He said, hanging up. "You happy?" He asked, stretching across the bed next to her, shaking his head. "You're going to regret that later." He said, nodding toward the candy. That was the beauty of a cheat day for him. He went a long time eating healthy then allowed himself one cheat. It made whatever he got all the more savory. He liked being on a reward system.

"Maybe I go to sleep early because -someone- likes to snore!" He said, grabbing her and reaching for a ticklish spot, holding her to him with one arm. It was true, he went to sleep quick, but usually he was having his head bashed in or lifting giants over his shoulders. A body got tired. Mentally, he was drained too. Fighting through injuries and trying to anticipate what was coming was tiring. Mind games via the McMahons and now Elisha's father was too much. He was being come at by all sides and he didn't have a corner to use as defense. "You're too cruel to me. Calling me boring. You know how many people adore the champ?" He asked with a laugh, joking. He didn't think he could ever let it go to his head.


*****




Trish stood in the ring with her hands on her hips while she panted. She was a little scraped up and bruised, but that was hardly new. She was just glad she felt like she was getting somewhere. "Naw, I got too much on the line coming up." She said, hopping off the ring apron to the floor as the refs started forward to start tearing it down. "I doubt he hung out with the likes of you!" She yelled up to him before turning to the ring and starting to remove the ring skirt. "How's it goin, boys?" She asked as she helped them. It was the least she could do, they'd kept them from their work. She knew it was hard being a wrestler, but a ref was worse. They tore down and put up, and reffed all night. She hoped with some help they could go home and get some sleep for the night. It was going to be a long week and Sunday was going to kick everyones ass. It had to go off without a hitch.


dirty.angel - 7-5-2011 at 03:59 AM
" You've never had a fried chicken and porn day?" she questioned, before laughing. Listening to his order, she scrunched up her face. " Friggen hate vegetables." Finishing the last of her candy bar, she looked across at him, her eyes scowling. " Excuse me. But I do not snore!" she squealed as he tickled her, shaking her head. " I don't have any annoying sleeping habits. I can't because someone takes all the blanket!" she retorted, poking out her tongue and stretching out again. Thankgod the hotel had comfy beds, the last thing she could deal with was a concrete block to sleep on. " Can't believe you said I snore. That's just rude." Looking at the ceiling for a moment she sighed. Finally sitting up, she scratched her head and looked down at John again. " Seriously? Never had a fried chicken and porn day?" It was something her and her friends used to do. Get a bucket of chicken, and watch porn. It was never a hanky thing, it was more fun. Making fun of it and what not. 

" And you know, the only people that love you are kids. And me." she chuckled, turning slightly to kiss him, with a smirk. " And I mean, you can't party with the kids. All the time." She was never one to take things too seriously. She admired the fact that he had such a good relationship with his fans. He'd do anything for them, bend over backwards to make sure every kid left with a signature. It was just cute.

*

Morrison laughed shaking his head. " We partied a couple of times before he became chained to his lady. He was fun." Heading out the back, he moved down the hallway, ensuring that he didn't just walk. Instead he moved from wall to wall, making sure that his feet only hit the floor for a brief moment. Like he said to Trish, there were constantly opportunities around to practise, to invent something new. Hell, just to have some fun. Reaching his locker room, he checked his messages. There were numerous about going out, but Trish was right. This was a big week and being tired wasn't going to help him. He should rest up, tomorrow was Axxess and the last day before the ceremony. So much to do, in such little time.

Yunalesca - 28-5-2011 at 03:29 AM
John folded his hands behind his head as he looked up at his girlfriend, thinking back to when he was a kid. "There are many days I wish I could just play all day," he said. He thought about the days he and his brothers would wrestle and play football in their backyard. Things were simple then. He also didn't have Elisha then. He wouldn't trade her for anything, even his youth. One thing about being human was learning to move through life and accepting your age. A lot of people couldn't do that and tried to escape the aging process and responsibilities. It all caught up with you in the end, it always did. "I remember the day I told my brother I'd get 'you can't see me' on TV. I always believed I would, but I was never sure I'd make it as far as I have." He said, thinking more to himself.

He smiled at Elisha and gently pulled her down to him to rest her head on his chest. He was content, just cuddling for the moment. He stroked her hair and sighed happily before kissing her on the hair. As happy as he was, there were things they had to talk about. They'd talked about Mania, but not in the extensive manner it needed to be discussed. He didn't want to talk about it now while he was happy and relaxed. His phone buzzed and he slipped out of his pocket with a groan. He scrolled and found the text, seeing it was from Trish. Smirking he looked over at Elisha and showed her the phone. "Apparently we're old farts now." He said, laying the phone on the nightstand. 

"What are we to do, Princess?" He asked, not entirely feeling up to go out. It was a week to Mania and he took it seriously. They all had a big match ahead of them and he wasn't sure living it up was the best idea for the night.



*******




"There's nothing wrong with that!" She yelled after him before turning away and laughing. She got a look from Chioda and she shrugged it off. "What?" She said before grabbing a screwdriver and loosening the ropes. You didn't always need flashy equipment to dismantle a ring. When the ropes dropped to the mat she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Jack Doan with his hand out for the driver.

"We appreciate it, but go on Trish, get some rest." He said and she nodded. She was tired and was glad she had helped at least a little. When she got back she checked her phone and saw a few messages from some of the younger girls. Ashley had gone out too, which surprised her a little. She chewed on her lip a moment before sending a message out to John. She knew better, but she was craving a little fun. As a second thought she sent out another text to someone with ties to Morrison. She wasn't sure what she was thinking.


dirty.angel - 28-5-2011 at 04:07 AM
Elisha smiled somewhat, listening to his story, offering a soft chuckle. " I never had siblings to say things like that to." Sure, she had siblings now, but they were a quarter of her age or less. " I had two kinds of childhood. There was the times when I'd be home, with my mom, alone in a big ol' house with nothing to do. Or we were on the road." Pausing for a moment she offered a small smile. " A lot of people think I was a privileged kid. My dad made good money, and my mom did before she had me. I went to a good school, had the best of everything…." The last thing Elisha was used to was sharing, but if she couldn't share with John, who could she share with? " But I grew up always wondering when my dad would be home, hoping that every knock on the door was him. It never was." It was almost as if Elisha was trying to get through to John how Wrestlemania would take it's toll on her. A match between her boyfriend and her father was nothing compared to things she'd been through. " I was the only girl who's dad never saw her in her prom dress, he never saw me for homecoming. Hell, I was the only person in my whole class whose father didn't make it to Graduation Ceremony."

John had grown up with a family. He had brothers to play football with, he had parents he was pretty close with. 'Lisha never had any of that. Sure, she was building that relationship with Shawn now, but you couldn't wind back the clock. Snapping out of her depressive lull, she leaned over to look at the message Trish had sent them. It wasn't like Trish was one to go out this close to 'Mania. " It's up to you….." she trailed off " I mean, we could always go for a little while. Might be good for you to catch up with everyone…." Wrestlemania was days away, but a few hours wouldn't do much harm. 

" Come on. I'm sick of hearing how I've tied down the Chain Gang Soldier. You apparently used to be fun until I came about." 'Lisha laughed, sitting up on the bed and slowly getting up. " I'll be showering and getting ready" Moving to the bathroom, she shut the door behind her and turned on the hot water. A dance and a laugh would be good for everyone, they'd all been getting a bit too serious as of late. 

It was only a quick shower, and it didn't take Elisha all that long to repaint her make up on her face, and straighten her hair. It was the best she could do with her blonde main. It was always in those cool waves, maybe straight was a good look to try? Pulling on little black dress, and her white boyfriend blazer, she slipped her feet into some comfy heels and pushed open the door. " You ready yet?' she asked with a grin. Hey! She could scrub up alright when she wanted to!

*

John was getting ready to go out on the town in his locker room when he heard his phone buzz. He grabbed the smart phone, and read the message with a frown. Chavo and Melina were apparently partying together. So, said Morrison's partner in crime Miz. He'd had other messages from other superstars saying the same thing. But it wasn't going to stop the guy from going out. She could go slut around all she wanted, he was still going to have fun. It was a few days before 'Mania and he wanted to have one last hurrah before it got serious. The last thing he wanted was to loose focus. It wouldn't be a big night, but it would be good to unwind. His personal life was going crazy at the moment, he wanted to forget his lady troubles.

He pulled on his slightly ripped up jeans and a plain black button down, running a hand through his damp hair. He was ready to go, ready to party. Watch out ladies, John Morrison was on the prowl. Pulling his duffle bag over his shoulder, he headed out his locker room with a spring in his step. The young man wanted to have some fun, could you blame him? He'd been tied down to a dragon for months! She really did scream like that, and getting Melina mad was never a good plan. But, he'd show her tonight. He could survive without her, she could stick with her Guerrero.

He moved to the rental that he'd been given, and drove quickly to the hotel. Thankfully, no one would have to go far to get back to their rooms. The big party was in the bar in the hotel. Nothing like having the party at your doorstep that was for sure. By the time he'd arrived there were no fans left waiting. So, he happily moved to the lobby to drop off his bag. Within moments he was back downstairs at the bar, hanging out with the boys by the bar with a drink in hand. His eyes were scanning for a cute blonde to enter. He needed a change from the brunettes. They all seemed crazy anyway...

Yunalesca - 3-6-2011 at 01:02 AM
Elisha slipped away from him before he could object, making for the shower. Seeing as his mind was made up without his consent he called down and canceled their dinner. Thankfully it hadn't been put on yet. He felt like this was her attempt to get out of eating her veggies. He sat up and swung his legs so his feet hit the floor. Most of the clothes he had was business attire or dress casual. He didn't know the restaurant and so didn't know what to wear. Odds were it wasn't five star, that was left for lunch. At night it was guilty pleasure. Knowing his girlfriend would dress up he dug through his bag for khakis and some sort of polo or solid t shirt.He was a lax person and wasn't for suits. His body looked awkward in them.

When Elisha emerged he was buttoning his pants and still shirtless. She looked amazing. She was always striking, but she had done a good job to amp it up. "How many people will I have to STFU tonight?" He asked, referring to beating people away. He was secure in his relationship, but he also didn't want someone touching his girl. She could handle herself, however, and probably would do more damage than he. "I just hope you're not doing this to get out of your vegetables." He said, pulling her to him and looking in her eyes, humor twinkling his eyes. He turned away and pulled on his shirt. "Dragging me out. I'm getting too old for this." He said as a joke as he grabbed his wallet, phone, and key card for the room.

"Ask and she shall receive." He said, opening the door and gesturing for her to take the lead.


****



Trish showered quickly, knowing the locker rooms were about to be shut down and cleaned. After blow drying her hair she pulled on a denim skirt, belt complete with 'Trish' buckle, and a semi low cut black tee. It was something from her old days, but a favorite none the less. As an afterthought she put on a black cowboy hat, another homage to the old days. She was more fun back then, tapping into that wouldn't hurt. She was up for fun, but was careful too. She wasn't sure if Morrison would show, but sort of hoped he did. He was making her feel young again, back when she didn't have the concerns she did now.

She pulled up to the restaurant, getting out of her car at the same time as John and Elisha. "Holy crap, you actually showed!" She yelled to them before closing the door and locking up. She started toward them, her boots clicking on the pavement. "I didn't know you owned anything like that. You let her out of the room that way?" Trish gestured to Elisha with a laugh before giving her a hug. "Been a while." She said. They hadn't actually hung out in a long time. Life had been getting away with them.

She let them lead, falling in step behind them when they got inside. When they stepped aside she saw Morrison and blushed a little. That was dangerous. Either way, she started for him, resting her hat on his head when she was close enough. "You could've been a cowboy in a past life." She said.


dirty.angel - 5-6-2011 at 10:31 PM
" I really don't like vegetables." Elisha commented as they left the room with a giggle, " Please, it'll be me fighting off girls all night. Who would have thought you'd scrub up this good." She trusted John completely, however it was the other people she didn't trust. But the boy could handle himself, just as she could herself. Laughing somewhat, she took his hand and moved down the hall. " You know you keep talking like that and I'll leave you behind next time." It was good that they were going out together. It didn't happen often, if ever. Usually, they just went back to the hotel and hung out. It was reclusive, and unsocial. They were beginning to become hermits, it wasn't a good thing. Especially when they were two outgoing people, maybe they just needed to get their groove back?

Spotting Trish, she returned the hug before giving an awkward laugh. " I can try sometimes!" she stressed, smiling however. " You have no idea how hard it was to get him out the door. Just wanted to sit and eat his stupid vegetables." Following both Trish and John inside, she watched as the other diva made her way over to Morrison. Noticing that most the guys were by the bar, and all the diva's were on the dancefloor Elisha grinned. " I'll leave you to be social then, shall I?" she smirked, kissing his cheek before heading off to the group of diva's with a smile. It was good to see everyone away from the ring. Ashley handed her some kind of drink, and Elisha managed to hold onto it for a good while. She had a match to think about, being stupid a few days before 'Mania was not a good idea.

However, when the music got louder and the place got fuller one drink turned into two drinks, two into three, and then three turned into shots. Now, Elisha could hold her liquor, there was no doubt about that. She wasn't drunk, and there were some diva's that were certainly going to have a headache in the morning! She'd promised John they wouldn't be out long, and she wasn't sure how long it'd been. Long enough to watch Kelly Kelly run to the bathroom to hurt, and see superstars and diva's partake in questionable behaviour. 

Seeing as most the boys had been pulled onto the dancefloor, as his girlfriend, it was Elisha's job to pull John up with everyone else. Moving through the crowd back to the bar, she grinned, taking his hands. " Gonna come dance with me?" she asked with a wide grin. Who wouldn't want a dance with The Champ? Gently pulling him, she moved to the dancefloor, not really giving Cena much choice. Everyone else was pretty much up, not dancing would be anti-social! If there was at least one thing Elisha could do right, it was party. God damn those hips could move. It was good to get out of the hotel room and have a little fun for a while. " Just tell me when you want to go back, and we'll go!" Elisha told John in his ear through the loud music. She'd promised him it wouldn't be a very late night, and she didn't want to risk anything. Not with 'Mania coming up. A few drinks and a couple of hours was one thing, a whole night bender was another.

*

Morrison smiled somewhat seeing Trish walk in. He looked up at the hat that was placed on his head, smirking somewhat. " I wasn't a cowboy love, I was a rockstar" he winked, tipping his hat to her and smiling again. Passing her a glass of white wine he smiled. " White wine, I hear that's what you drink. Just have one. For fun." He said with a nod, offering a smile. " And go have some fun, you show those young kids how to groove." He winked, before he turning to see John Cena joining them. Woah, they'd left the hotel. Must have been a blue moon.

" You break free or something Cena?" he questioned with a laugh. " Haven't seen you in a while." He said, tipping his hat to the side slightly. He was going to enjoy wearing the cowboy hat for the night. He might have been cool and calm, a smooth talker, but a goof ball too. He'd rock that cowboy hat all the way back to his bed. He watched Trish for a moment, before glancing back to the boys and the conversation, listening. 

A few beers in, Morrison watched Kelly Kelly run off to the bathroom to hurl, and some of the diva's go a little crazy. He ended up on the dance floor, willingly of course grooving out to the music. He liked to get up and have fun, quite frankly the last thing he cared about was people saying things about him. So what if he got up on the dance floor and boogied? Everyone was allowed to have a little fun!

Yunalesca - 21-6-2011 at 01:07 PM
Once Trish had meandered off, the Champ wrapped an arm around his girl's waist in comfort and as a message. People knew they were together, but he wanted them to remember it. He wasn't possessive in the least, but he was protective and territorial. A dance with some guy was one thing, not something he'd fully enjoy but not start a fight over, but someone trying to leave with her or push that line was another thing. He found the bar and saw Elisha wanted to dance. He kissed her neck in a slightly seductive manner before letting her go. He turned to the bartender and got a MGD 64, not the best taste, he preferred Soft Parade, but it was light in carbs and was beer, so he drank it.

He leaned against the bar, watching his girl move while he sipped his beer and had small talk senior official Mike Chioda. Most of the time you didn't catch a ref out, their lives too hectic and sleepless, but it seemed they were catching a break tonight. While talking he noticed Trish having conversation with Morrison. It was worrisome to him, having seen her crash hard after what Chavo had done. It was her life, but he'd still worry a little. He couldn't too much because he was a guy after all, not wired into him, but she was a friend and as fun as Morrison could be, he knew how playerlike he could be. She didn't need that again. But she knew her limits and had learned some hard lessons over the years. He wouldn't stop her fun.

Morrison slipped in next to John and he looked over at him with the hat on. "Nice hat." He said with a laugh. "I've got responsibilities man, can't get away from those. Let me know how you feel when your girlfriends dad kicks your teeth in." He said, thinking about shawn. He'd been a part of Cena staying off the circuit, but the McMahons were another. There was a bullseye the size of Texas on him and it wasn't going to go away soon.

His attention was taken away when Elisha arrived, a few misteps while she pulled him toward the floor. She'd had a bit to drink, he could tell, but she was handling it. He'd barely had two beers by the time he found the floor. He was too focused to let himself get further. He ignored the shots that'd been passed around, knowing better than to get all lit up. The last thing he needed was to tap into the party side.

His hands found her hips while she moved, gently swaying against her, molding to her. He didn't want to leave when she talked in his ear. She was far too sensual for him to go just that moment. "You're not gettin away that easy." He said in her ear before stealing a deep kiss, tasting the bourbon on her tongue.


*****



Trish licked her lips and smiled at Morrison, dropping her gaze slightly at his comment. Something simple as that had tied something up in her gut. She'd almost forgotten the flirting game. She hadn't even had time for that with Chavo. That had moved so fast there hadn't been time for courting. But...she wasn't courting with John. She was letting herself have some fun, unwind a little before Mania. She'd been wound so tight that she was making mistakes and hurting her body. Loosening up was what she needed and she felt the playboy could help her. Her guard was up and all the whistles were blowing, but a little fun wouldn't hurt as long as she was careful.

She took the glass of wine and raised it to him before sipping.She hadn't had the stuff in a while and it was apparently on the high end, at least from the taste. She usually didn't take drinks she didn't see the bartender make, but she knew enough people who'd kick his ass if anything had been put in it. Not to mention, she'd kick his ass too. She hadn't been to the top six times by smiling pretty and taking shit. She smirked as he stepped away with her hat still on. She enjoyed a few more sips before downing the glass whole and finding the dance floor, getting in a group with Elisha and Ashley, watching them down drink after drink. She stayed away for the most part, only taking things she knew the ingredients of that wouldn't affect her game plan later.

By the time Morrison took the floor, she had a sheen on her body from sweat. Dancing really was the best workout. She meandered over to him, having to get on her toes to talk to him, her hands pressed on his chest. "still got my hat, I see..." She said with a smile before dropping back down and grabbing his hands.Normally she wasn't this forward, but she placed his hands on her hips and she gave herself over to the wine. She wasn't drunk, but she was in a good state.


dirty.angel - 22-6-2011 at 01:57 AM
Now he was teasing her, giggling she pulled away from their kiss to smirk . " Please, Cena. You don't get to play my game." She was only kidding of course, and continued to dance, enjoying herself too much to care what other people thought of them. She finished what she promised herself to be her last drink and placed the empty glass on a table near by before turning her attention back to dancing with her man. 

She smiled up at John as she noticed Morrison and Trish. It was cute, and she knew Trish had her guard up. Well, emotionally anyway. At this point it looked like the wine was certainly having the right effect on her. The real fans were certainly out tonight, word must have travelled fast, because there was certainly a lot of camera flashes. No one ever minded, it was part of the business, but fans took t was a chance to see their rolemodels in real life, see what they did once the pyro finished. There were no kids, it was the older crowd but they were certainly enjoying themselves. Everyone wanted a photo of John Morrison dancing around in Trish's cowboy hat, of John Cena actually dancing, and most of the diva's having a few too many. What fan didn't want to see that kind of thing?

Elisha continued to dance, getting lost in the music. It was nice to just be out and having some fun with John. Turning around to face him, she smiled, planting a soft kiss on his lips. " I love you, lots." She told him softly letting her hands fall to his hips with a smirk, continuing to dance. Yeah, she'd done this kind of this before. Maybe not said those words before, but done this. Maybe she was teasing him, but what more would you want? Knowing your girlfriend loved you, knowing they wanted you, wasn't that one every guys mind. Although, John Cena wasn't exactly every guy. He was the best guy.

Elisha shook her head slightly at Ashley as she offered her another shot. She'd definitely had enough, and when lemon and salt was involved with a shot, it only meant Elisha would be praying to the porcelain Gods all night. She'd had her bourbon for the night, opting for the less girly drink. Vodka was only for big nights out, and she didn't really need to feel the mass effects of a night out in the morning.

*

John Morrison was not expecting Trish to be so forward. But then, that's what a couple of glasses of wine did to someone. " I'm starting to think it's my new gimmick." He joked about the hat and smiled, letting himself dance with Trish. It was good to see her letting go and enjoying herself. Everyone thought she was uptight, but Morrison had seen that she was just focused. He wasn't going to let himself get carried away though, sure, this was just flirting and having fun, but there was limits, and boundaries that he was not going to cross. After all, he didn't want his ass kicked.

Morrison glanced around slightly a small smile creeping onto his face as he saw the happiness radiating of everyone. It'd been a long time since everyone could relax and have fun. It was nice to see The Golden Couple out and about and so in love, it was just cool to have everyone around. Even the refs were out having a boogie. The girls were laughing and smiling, the guys were enjoying themselves, and everyone was simply enjoying eachothers company. It was nice to just let loose and have fun. Hell, he didn't even care that Melina was scowling at him from the other side of the room. 

As the music stopped for a moment, he chuckled, looking down at Trish with a grin. " Never seen you dance like that before, girl!" he chuckled. " Should do it more often" he winked, pulling her a little but closer as the music slowed and a slow song came on. " Slow dance with me?"

Yunalesca - 19-7-2011 at 03:56 AM
John gave Elisha a smirk as she shook her head to an offered shot. It was surprising, almost. A free drink turned down by Miss Michaels meant she had already had enough for the night. He wondered how it would affect her in the morning and wondered if they should have ate before leaving the hotel. He was just remembering having not ate and felt his stomach tighten. He brushed it off, opting to grab something on the way back. At that time it would be some sort of fast food or something, but he would make it work for the night. He had a beautiful girl, that was his girlfriend, in his arms, dancing. He couldn't think of leaving or of food with her around. He smiled at her and lifted her chin for a kiss on the lips while the flashbulbs went off. He had a feeling Shawn would see those, but would deal with it Sunday.

The slow song started and he nestled his nose into Elisha's hair, eyes half closed while they swayed. He opened his eyes and saw a familiar face, one he had hoped he wouldn't see tonight. His eyes followed the latino Chavo as he began moving closer to Morrison and Trish who had been dancing quite closely. Melina was coming from the other flank and he felt trouble, tensing and turning Elisha slightly so she could see. "What are the odds of this being handled with just a few words?" He asked, hoping to not get involved in a bar fight before Mania.That'd look great for his image.


******



Trish felt her face turn a shade of red as John flirted, feeling something flutter in her stomach. She lowered her gaze and licked her lips before laughing softly. "When you're the diva of the decade you have a hell of a target on your back. No time for fun." She said, stepping back slightly. Then he asked her for a slow dance. She felt him pull her closer and she broke out in goosebumps, a shiver taking over her. She started to say 'no' but closed her mouth and looked up at him. What would it hurt, right? So her arms wrapped around his neck and she slowly pressed herself closer to him, almost molding against him. She felt herself tense up at the heat radiating off him and being able to feel the muscles beneath his clothes.

She looked away for a moment and saw Melina out of the corner of her eye. "Shit." She said aloud as the latina with a temper approached her. She stepped away from Morrison before Melina could force her from him, turning to her. "The last thing I need is a bar brawl, don't do this, Melina." She said, her body tensing at the anticipation of a fight.

"Think you can just have anyone you want? Just steal people from me..." She started and Trish shook her head.

"I don't want anyone, you psycho perra. I don't need a man to justify myself. That's the difference between you and me." She said, now seeing Chavo now. This was not going to be pretty.


dirty.angel - 19-7-2011 at 12:25 PM
Elisha had been enjoying their closeness. Who wouldn't enjoy having their man with them, enjoying a slow dance with each other. It didn't happen often that was for sure. As she moved slightly to witness Chavo and Melina's attack on Trish she cleared her throat. " No bar fighting for you." She laughed somewhat before shaking her head. " The poor girl was just having some fun." Things like this always happened when they went out. But this time it was certainly uncalled for. 

" You know, I'd love to get in a bar fight with Melina." 'Lisha knew John was going to do everything in his power to stop that from happening, but Miss Michaels wasn't going to let the WWE Universe's Superhero get into a bar fight and wreck his image. He should have been answering fan mail or kissing babies or something. Not dancing with his girlfriend in a bar. Continuing to dance, she kept one eye on the scene and one eye on John. Feeling her stomach grumble, she laughed slightly " We totally should have eaten before we left." She paused, before realising what that meant. " Which means no vegetables for me, and fried goodness instead!" The young woman chimed. It was all part of her plan.

*

Morrison was quick to let go of Trish and step away slightly. He listened to Melina talk down to Trish, in the manner she always did, and chuckled somewhat. " Darlin', the difference between you and her is. She can have anyone she wants." He looked around, knowing that people would have their backs if anything should happen. " And I'm not yours anymore, you downgraded to that." He pointed towards Chavo and laughed again. He didn't want trouble, but he could feel the tension brewing. 

" And as for you Mr. Second Rate Guerrero. I do hope you enjoy being the whipping boy for Melina. But you're going to have a lot to live up to, buddy." He clapped Chavo on the shoulder, and knew that was probably the worst thing he could have done. Cringing at himself somewhat, he turned back around, and right into one of Chavo's left hooks. When all hell broke loose, he felt people pulling them apart and wondered what happened to the girls.

*

Elisha looked over at the scuffle, and sighed letting go of John. She could see Melina and Trish going at it as well. " Do not hit anyone Cena." She said sternly before moving to go break up the girls. Pushing the two girls apart, Trish into a group of Diva's and Melina into security. As Melina went back to go after Trish, it was Elisha who copped a right hook. Security grabbed Melina again and escorted her off the premises. Looking back at Trish she smiled. " You okay?"

Yunalesca - 19-7-2011 at 12:48 PM
Trish barely had time to process the whole situation as she felt Morrison stumble into her from Chavo's punch which cause Melina's slap to miss. As the blonde regained her senses she felt claws rip across her chest, the thin black material shredding. As Melina came back around the Canadian planted a round house kick to her abdomen before she was separated from the latina's attack. She let the divas hold her back as Elisha shut the woman up, Trish pressing a hand to her chest where Melina had caught her. She pulled her hand away and saw small streaks of blood on it. She'd caught her good and ripped one of her favorite shirts. It was over before Trish's adrenaline had worn off. She still hadn't felt the sting of the scratch, but she would shortly.

"Yeah, I'm fucking fine." Trish said, pulling at the shreds of her shirt. "This is getting ridiculous. I just can't wait for Sunday so this shit will end." She said, feeling the anger rising from within. She'd been calm and smitten not five minutes earlier and now she was raging. "I didn't ask for this. Screw you, you sunova bitch!" She yelled across the crowd to Chavo, her emotions getting the best of her. She heard Ashley asking in her ear if she needed a hospital. "No, I'm fine. Just, get off me." She said, not meaning to snap at her friend. "I'm leaving." She said simply, making for the table to grab her bag. She turned to John before leaving, however. "Keep the damn hat." She said before turning on her heal. She was going to need a very cold shower after that.

****


John saw the whole scene unfold and let Elisha slip away from him. He followed after her, letting her throw a punch before getting in front of Melina and Chavo. "I think it'd be best if you two got out of here. Now." He said, pulling himself to his full height.

"You can't protect her on sunday, esse." Chavo said as he half held Melina. John laughed down at the latino before turning serious.

"She doesn't need me to protect. She'll kick your ass all on her own. Now get out." He said, giving his last warning. It was enough. They both left with security escorting them out. He knew the blogs were going to be hot on this one in a matter of hours.

He felt Trish brush past him and he watched her heading for the door, a look of rage on her face. He would not want to be in her way tonight. He was angry for his night being ruined, but definitely not that mad. He turned back to Elisha. "Time to leave?" He asked, offering his hand, wanting to get the hell out of there before anything else broke out.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 10:57 AM
dirty.angel - 19-7-2011 at 01:13 PM
" Yeah, we're going." Elisha grumbled, taking his hand and heading towards the door. Heading through the door, she slipped her arm around his waist and rested her head on his arm. " Can't catch a break, can we?" she asked with a sigh, looking up at Cena for a moment, she let out a deep sigh and shook her head. It was getting old, and Elisha was getting sick of it. Why couldn't people be professional? Hell, why couldn't they get the chance to be a normal, loving couple for once. Instead they were making sure their friends didn't end up in the emergency room.

Stopping at the McDonalds that was next door to the hotel, she headed up to the counter and ordered a rather large amount of food. Needless to say she was annoyed. As the rather dumbfounded teenager behind the counter handed her the bag of junk food she offered him a small smile. Clearly he was a little star struck by Cena and Elisha in McDonalds.

She waited for John to order and get his food, before taking his hand and heading out the door. " You know, it was nice before everything went wrong." She told him truthfully with a chuckle. Moving into the hotel, she moved to the lift and smiled again. Wrapping her arms around John in the lift, her brown paper McDonald's bag hanging from her hands. " I love you, I love you lots!" she said, planting a passionate kiss on his lips and slipping out of the lift as it opened. Such a tease. Happily moving to the room she took a spot of the bed and opened up her bag of fat.

*

Morrison pushed himself away from everyone, finding his seat at the bar. He had one last shot before he moved outside to sit on the bench for a moment. He took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair. This was too much for him. This was just too much. He couldn't do it anymore. He knew come Sunday, come 'Mania he was going to have to prove himself to everyone. He was going to have to prove just why Trish should be hanging out with him. Everyone had seen him do a little bit of parkour, but he was going to have to bring out the big guns. He had everything to prove and lose at the same time.

Yunalesca - 20-7-2011 at 12:32 AM
"You're in the wrong business for that." He said, arm wrapped around her as they made for the car. He saw Trish's car was long gone and the party being broken up. Just as well. It was getting late and he wasn't the only one who should have a square head on his shoulders before the big show on Sunday. He was forced to make a stop at McDonalds, making a face at Elisha before walking in the place. He let her order first and shook his head at the amount she was aiming to consume. He wouldn't be surprised if she had indigestion in the morning. That much protein and grease was going to get her later. Once she was done he stepped forward and kept it simple with a grilled chicken sandwich, no mayo, with a salad and lemonade. He could still make good choices at a fast food place.

He made little sound as they entered the hotel, letting her talk. He was still in some disbelief at how quickly the night had gone south. With alcohol involved it was bound to happen. If he had known the night was going to end that way he probable would've stayed in. "Love you too, girl." He said as she kissed him and they started for the room.

He closed the door behind him and made for the bathroom to wash up. A beer had been spilled over him sometime during their exit and it was sticking to his skin. He stripped off his shirt and pulled on a tee before making it back to the room. The television was already on and she was well on her way through her meal. He pulled out his salad and started on it, watching his girl eat. "You can't kiss me after that." He said, pointing at her food with his fork before taking a bite of lettuce. He looked at the tv and saw a news flash. He tapped Elisha to look as photos of their night flashed across the television. "Think they'll be out by Sunday?" He laughed as he heard Chavo and Melina were in holding for the fight they'd started.

****


It had taken the blonde Canadian little time to make it to the hotel. She did not show her car any love as she slammed the door of her car and grabbed her bags and purse, walking with a purpose for her room. She felt her phone vibrating almost constantly. she glanced at the first text asking what had happened, the next asking about her and John. At that point she turned her phone off. It wasn't something she needed to talk about at the moment. she didn't blame Morrison for what had happened, but the situation hadn't helped.

She sighed and dropped her bag by the door, pressing her back on the door and crossing her arms as she looked out over the room, not really seeing anything in front of her. She could only see Sunday and getting her hands on Chavo. She might not win, but she was going to get something.


dirty.angel - 20-7-2011 at 12:15 PM
" That's your loss then I guess" Elisha shrugged, " Because this is better than sex!" laughing somewhat shoving some McDonalds fries down her throat. " I brush my teeth!." Elisha winked, sighing somewhat. Glancing up at the screen for a moment, she clicked her jaw from side to side. " She better be out of there by Sunday." 'Lisha snapped, not taking her eyes off the screen. She was annoyed, those two had gone and wrecked a great night out for everyone. Plus, it was going to give everyone a bad reputation.

Finally finishing all her greasy food, she tossed the empty paper bag in the trash can, and smirking. " Well, that lack of vegetables was amazing!" she smirked, standing up to get changed. Managing to unzip her dress, she moved to the bathroom before dropping her dress to get changed. " Now, where were my pants?" she mumbled to herself, as she rummaged around her bag. Pulling on a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt, she moved back to the bed and flopped down, looking across at her phone. " Dad called me." She announced with a groan. " And I'm not going to call him back."

Turning to prop her head up on her hand, Elisha smiled. " Well, my lovely boyfriend. I have to say, apart from the shitty and abrupt end, I enjoyed our night out." She nodded, sneaking in a kiss and giggling. 


*

Elisha woke up the next morning, just like John had said she would. With a serious case of indigestion. Slowly moving out of bed, she slipped into her running shorts, and tee and headed off before John could say 'told you so'. She had to get rid of this feeling, because it wasn't going to be the best when she was trying on dresses with Trish. God, she hoped that Trish was okay. Last night had been a whirlwind, and the woman had been caught in the middle of it. She hoped Chavo got what was coming to him, because Elisha was sick of seeing Trish getting hurt. 

Finally after an hour or so, Elisha slipped back into the hotel room and messaged Trish. Hey Man. Pumped and ready for shopping? Or are you bailing on me? I don't mind! But I'll be dress shopping anyway! xo 

" Good Morning Sunshine!" 

*

John Morrison was just glad to be home after a night like that. He was just so glad that he didn't hurt Chavo or Melina and that he had more self control. Because he could have done some real damage. They were trying to bring him down when he'd done nothing wrong. Sure, he was helping Trish, but she was up against Chavo and although she was good, she wasn't that good.

When Morrison woke up that morning, he went for a morning run. But his was a little different to most. John's involved more Parkour than actual running. It got his heart beating and his mind going, it allowed him to relax. He needed to after the night he had. No doubt that Melina and Chavo would be bailed out, but it just meant more drama. He didn't need that.

Yunalesca - 21-7-2011 at 10:04 AM
He laughed as she pulled the cute gimmick, shaking his head as he finished the salad and made for the chicken sandwich. She was done long before him, making for the bathroom."Make sure you gargle, who knows what's growing in your mouth now!" He called to her as he crumpled up his wrapper and tossed it in the bag. With a groan he got up and threw the bag away, feeling the aches in his body coming back. Now was not the time for his body to be slowing down, but he'd been taking a beating for some time now. All he could do was treat it right and be prepared for Sunday. Starting in the morning he was going to train harder. He would take a break saturday to rest up for Sunday, but he planned to be ready for Shawn. He was always one up in the muscle department, but if that was all he had going for him, he had better improve somewhere.

Elisha plopped back on the bed, her energy still high. "Yeah, it's work from here on out." He said, looking at her, though not fully seeing her. He was getting in the mindset for Sunday. She likely recognized it as he forced himself back to her. He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. "You look great dressed up, by the way. I can't wait for the ceremony." He said, running a hand through her hair. He had originally meant to talk about something else, but he felt she needed to hear it. They'd had the conversation about Shawn plenty of times, no need to bring it up again.




John stayed sleeping when Elisha left, not even noticing she was gone until about the time she returned. He rolled over to a cold pillow and woke up slowly, blinking several times before taking a moment to stretch. Then she returned, bidding him good morning. "I doubt sunshine looks like this." He said as he forced himself up. "I've gotta fly out of here in a couple hours for an appearance at a Red Wings game tonight. Should I ask for two keys to the room?" He asked as he got out of bed and started grabbing clothes.

****


Trish had already been putting time in at the gym by the time Elisha texted her. After lifting for a good hour she retired back to her room to turn on her phone and go on a deleting spree, now that her head was straight. She wiped her forehead with the towel hanging on her shoulders as the phone turned on and the messages flooded in. She tossed the blackberry on the bed to load as she got a water from her fridge, pacing her room to cool down. The morning news was flicked on by the time her phone finished receiving messages. Most weren't even viewed, but two were kept. She read Elisha's first. I'll be there. she said simply, not wanting to give an invitation to conversation about the night before. The next message made her pause. It was from someone she hadn't expected....


dirty.angel - 21-7-2011 at 01:42 PM
Elisha moved out from the bathroom, towel wrapped around her. She thought about his question, and shrugged " I guess so. I don't really mind. I mean, if you'd like me to stay with you that's fine. But if you want some time to yourself I'll understand." She said with a grin, shutting the door to have a shower. Elisha knew how important Wrestlemania was to John, and she didn't want him to think she was a distraction. 

Pulling on some ripped jeans and a plain black t-shirt, she moved out of the bathroom to join her boyfriend on the bed. " I've got shopping with Trish this morning, and then appearances all night at Axxess in Detroit." She explained " So I'll be around." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him softly. " I'll leave it up to you." Slipping out of his grip, she grabbed her bag. " I gotta go find a dress to make sure I'm looking pretty enough to be your partner!" she smirked, kissing his forehead again before heading out the door.

Moving into the store Elisha spotted Trish in the other side of the room. " Morning!" she chimed, moving to kiss her friends cheek. If she remained upbeat and happy, then maybe Trish would brighten up. Maybe 'Lisha looked unfocused, but she had the match of her career coming up. It'd make or break her career. A diva street fight at Wrestlemania? She couldn't be off her game. 

Looking at a couple of dresses on the rack, she let out a sigh looking at Trish. " Nothing is going to look right." She sighed. Was it wrong she wanted to look perfect? 


*

Morrison finished his walk with a small headache, and memories of last night. His phone had been vibrating like crazy all night and all walk, and now he was only looking at the important ones. Which really, none of them were. After all it was just people wanting to know what really happened, and what really happened with Trish. Why couldn't the man just have some fun? More so, why couldn't they let Trish let her hair down for once? He was annoyed at Melina, well, beyond annoyed and Chavo deserved more than the beating Trish would give him.

Finally moving inside the hotel, he saw a few fans and signed some stuff, before heading up to his room. He had a couple of things to do before his flight. He couldn't believe that Wrestlemania was so close.

Yunalesca - 29-8-2011 at 11:02 AM
John flopped down on his bed after leaving a key with the front desk for Elisha like he said he would. He almost didn't want her to come over. Today he had been standing toe to toe with Shawn at a press conference, mostly for show, but he could see the look in his eyes and feel the tension rolling off him. It made Cena focused and almost angry. He should be considering how Shawn had handled the Champ on Monday. Sunday would not be an easy fight, but John would leave the champion, he was damn intent on it.



Trish had been unable to find a dress for some time, each dress she did like couldn't be altered for her size. It appeared Elisha was having no luck either and it was putting them both in a bad mood. That was until a very leggy blonde found them and wrapped her arms around Trish. "Stacy, you actually came!" The Canadian said, happy to see her friend once more. She'd called in reinforcements for dress selection.

Sure enough, after a little more time, Trish found a dress that worked perfectly for her. When they were done she turned to both girls. "Why stop here? Let's go grab something to eat before Axxess. It's been a while since we;ve caught up." She said to Stacy, hoping Elisha would be up for it.

dirty.angel - 29-8-2011 at 11:48 AM
Elisha was probably close to tears at this point with dress shopping. Nothing was fitting, nothing was looking right, and this was the one thing that needed to be perfect. So when Stacy Keibler walked in, she hoped that maybe they'd find something that remotely looked good. There was no time to get dresses altered, so it had to be perfect.

Finally after what seemed like hours of throwing dresses over the changing room door, Elisha was standing paying for her dress. She just hoped that everyone liked it, well, mainly that John liked it, and she didn't look like an idiot next to all the other diva's. Lord knows they'd look perfect.

" Oh, I'd love to come to lunch, but I've got a few more errands to run. But you girls have a lot to catch up on. I'll see you later!" She turned on her heel and headed off back down the road. Truthfully she headed back to Axxess to watch the show down between Shawn and John. She just wanted to get a preview of Mania too. 

After watching Shawn and John, and then meeting all the little kids and signing things, and taking photos Elisha headed back to the hotel and heading towards the gym where she spent the remainder of the day, and the night. Maybe it was stupid, but she just needed time to focus and get her head together. 

She messaged John, knowing he probably didn't want to see her. After that face off anyway. But she'd at least let him know that he wasn't far from her mind.
Fancy a visit from your sweaty girlfriend 


*

John Morrison had spent the whole day in Axxess. Not only making his own appearances and doing what he needed to do, but he like everyone wanted to see the final showdown between Shawn and his future son in law. Everyone wanted to at least catch a final glimpse of the most talked about Main Event of the year. As he finished up, he looked up at the sky and then messaged Trish. Still on for some Spiderman stuff this afternoon? I'll meet you at the park 

He wasn't really giving an option. He knew that the night before would make her probably want to stay away from him, but he'd promised her he'd help her and quite frankly he didn't think that Melina would be causing any more trouble.

[Yunalesca]

osted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 10:58 AM
Yunalesca - 22-9-2011 at 01:21 AM
Trish let her friend go, feeling a little bummed she wasn't going to stay and spend time with them, but she still got time with Stacy which was a great thing. They'd had their differences at first, her coming in from WCW after all, but later they had formed a concrete friendship. She was one of the people she still kept close contact with from the old days. Hell, they'd both been put through tables by the Dudleys and survived. If that didn't form a bond, what would? While she was waiting for her salad, she felt her phone vibrate. She flipped it and read 'Chavo's dumping all over you, are you coming down to Axxess?' from Ashley. Sighing she flipped her phone closed and put it back in her pocket.

"What is it?"

"It's nothing."

"Yeah, sure it isn't." Stacy said, giving her a look as she sipped on her raspberry iced tea.

"It's this Chavo thing." She said simply, looking away. Regardless of how much she hated him, she still hurt. She didn't know how long it would take to heal those scars. She should have known better, but he'd seemed genuine.

"Remember Andrew? He did the same thing to me. It still hurts. I can't hate him anymore because he's gone, but I know what you're feeling. He was a great guy, but that whole 'Test' personna got to him and it ruined our relationship. You can't really look back, just look forward. Besides, I hear you have a little something sweet and sexy to look forward to." She said with a smirk as she sipped on her tea again.

"How the...everyone is thinking that already? This is rediculous!" She said as her salad arrived and they both began eating. "We hung out. He's been trying to help, that's all. I learned my lesson with pretty boys, remember? Chris was good for one thing." She said as she made a face. He would NEVER be forgiven in her book. A bet with Christian had been low as hell. "Besides, I hear a certain Hollywood bachelor is knocking on your door." She said with a smirk as Stacy choked. The rumors about her and George Clooney were rampant.

She felt her pocket go off again and sighed as she checked it, imagining it was something more about Chavo. Instead it was from the very person they'd been discussing before.

"Ooooh, is that him?" Stacy asked as Trish turned red.

"I gotta go." She said coyly while dropping cash for the bill and tip on the table. "You'll have to tell me all about Georgy sometime." She said in Stacy's ear before leaving.


She showed up where John had said to, dressed in her yoga clothes which were much better for the stuff he was aiming to get her into. "I doubt girl time means a thing to you." She said in a teasing manner as she approached, feeling better since she'd bantered with Stacy.


*******



John felt his phone go off and he grabbed at it, flipping it open as he pulled his face from the beds comforter. He was hardly in the mood, but he wouldn't deny his girl time with him. He would turn his mood around for her. Better get the sweaty booty up here he texted, a slight smile forming at his own words. With just a text she was turning his mood around. Amazing how it happened that way.

He laid his head back on the comforter and closed his eyes, waiting for her arrival and trying to get himself calm. She had done nothing and the rage should not be directed at her. She was everything that was good in his world.


dirty.angel - 22-9-2011 at 01:56 AM
" I've heard about this 'girl time' thing, it's not really my thing. But thanks for asking." He chuckled, noting that she'd dressed more appropriately for some fun in the park. And not that kind of fun in the park either. " Come on, lets go!" He smirked, backing up slightly before starting to slowly jog. Spiderman shit would come soon, she'd be jumping things and flipping over seats in the park soon enough.

He knew people would talk, and that the dirt sheets would be going crazy but none of that mattered. Everyone had matches the day after tomorrow, and everyone was going crazy over getting match fit. They were of course all match fit, but it didn't matter, a wrestler wanted to be at their best for the biggest match of their career. Morrison's wasn't headlining, but if he won Money In The Bank he'd be able to get his opportunity at the title. 

As they jogged, he smiled somewhat, jumping over the seat that was infront of them. " So you're not going to let Chavo's bullshit get to you right?" he asked her, knowing she would have heard what he was saying at Axxess. It was the last one. Tomorrow was Hall of Fame, and then it was on to Wrestlemania. There was no more time for trash talking. It was all in the walking, and not the talking now. He didn't want to talk about his match, he was going up seven others. He was going to be fighting for his life that was for damn sure.

*

Elisha looked at the message, after having run another mile on the treadmill. Laughing to herself she grabbed her bottle of water and headed out of the gym and into the stairwell, up the nine flights of stairs to John's room. She let herself in with the key and smiled somewhat. " Fancy seeing you in a place like this." She chuckled, slipping inside and falling onto the bed, in an attempt to catch her breath. She was tired, you could tell, hell, the girl had been working out as hard as she could, and living off vegetables and chicken for as far back as she could remember. She'd better have looked good and in shape.

Taking a few deep breaths she flopped her head to the side and offered a grin. Sure they'd been hanging out, and saw each other a fair bit but with 'Mania and Axxess their minds were in other places. She wouldn't stay long, 'Lisha had a feeling that John didn't particularly want to see her. Sure, he told her to come up, but everyone had heard what her father had said at the final show down. Even Elisha had.

Yunalesca - 15-10-2011 at 03:39 AM
Trish had to smirk at his comment, remembering why she had taken a chance in socializing with him. She had remembered him being the disrespectful punk, but he had evolved and she found he was an enjoyable person to be around. She luckily had taken a minute to stretch before meeting him because he took off right away. Luckily for her she was big into cardio and the running he had her doing wasn't taking much of a toll on her. She had found over the years that cardio can be more important than having bulky arms. Yeah, being able to get your opponent in the air was a good thing, but if you didn't have the stability for it in your core or legs, they would drop and odds were you'd end up injured.

She had been quiet while they ran, clearly focused. Her mind was on all the muscles she was using, feeling each of them stretch and strain, focusing on proper form. Without proper form a workout didn't mean anything. Doing it wrong would end up getting you hurt somewhere down the road as well. Then he brought of up Chavo and she had a second of faltering, her concentration broken. She quickly recovered, regaining her place by John. "Words don't mean anything. What he did is over and I can't change it. I don't think about it anymore." She said, taking a moment to correct her breathing. "It's just another match. Albeit against someone significantly larger than me, but I've dealt with that all my life." She said as she jumped over a puddle. "Shouldn't you be thinking about your match?" She asked.

*****


John heard the lock click as she used her key to get in, but didn't move. She had turned him around, but he still couldn't get his mind off how her father had talked to him. He usually didn't let things like that bother him, but he was the father of his girlfriend. Would the belt keep him from his daughter? Did he truly disapprove of their relationship, or was he just playing the game? Shawn had been around a long time and knew how to get to people. He almost wondered if this was how the Bulldog had felt when he married into the Hart family. Although he'd had to deal with Bret Hart, the brother. The mere thought of that nearly made the champ cringe. He much preferred his situation over that of Dave Smith's.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, hair slicked back and face still holding a sheen from sweat. "Fancy seeing you without a cheeseburger in your hand." He joked before rolling to his side and gesturing her to him. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into him, not caring she was dripping sweat on him. "You smell." He said with a laugh, but not letting her go. He oddly felt like he needed her comfort, needed her close. Shawn hadn't hurt him, it took a lot for him to do that, but it was the concern that he could come between them. She was an adult and could do as she wanted, but didn't every girl seek their fathers approval? He knew he had her mother's, but he never knew for sure with Shawn. He was almost certain if it weren't for the title, he wouldn't even have to worry about it.

"You ready for Sunday?" He asked her, thinking of the two diva matches that were set. He felt sick for what Trish was walking into, but wouldn't say it to her face. She was prideful and felt she could handle what she was being thrown into. He worried regardless. Worried how hurt she would get and worried that she may get involved with Elisha's match. That whole Morrison/Melina/Trish mess was not anything he wanted a part of.


dirty.angel - 16-10-2011 at 12:42 PM
There was no doubt in his mind that Trish could keep up with him when they were running. Hell, she was probably fitter than he was. Moving through the crowds of people, he jumped over a park bench and smiled. " Of course I'm thinking about my match. But I'm not one to really let people into my head. Don't want them to know what I'm thinking." He tapped the side of his head slightly and moved to jump on a retaining wall type thing. He felt more grounded in the air, it was strange. When things were pushing him down, it made him feel safer. He liked the idea of moving through the air, moving through the resistance of gravity. 

Flipping back onto the pavement, he didn't drop a step as he ran by Trish. There was no doubt in his mind that she'd be okay. More than okay even, everyone underestimated her, and every time she proved them wrong. John truly believed this would happen again. Trish had cards up her sleeve that no one knew about.

He'd hoped she'd realised that he'd matured, grown out of being the disrespectful punk he knew he used to be. It wasn't getting him anywhere except out of a job, he had to change. It'd been the best thing that had happened to his career. 

*

Moving towards him, Elisha found herself slipping into the gap that she fit in perfectly. That's how it was, they fit together perfectly. " You have no idea what I'd do for a cheeseburger right now" She muttered, raising her head slightly and offering a soft smile. " I heard what Dad said to you at Axxess." Elisha confessed. She wasn't meant to be there, but a part of her couldn't keep her away. " I need you to know, that he's not going to come between us." Maybe Shawn was scared? He'd seen other wrestlers get into relationships and from there everything gone downhill. Plus, Elisha knew deep down that Shawn knew John was good for her, that he wanted John as part of the family. It was just, his ego getting in the way of things.

Rolling out of his grip for a moment she exhaled deeply. " I…..I don't think I'll ever be ready for Sunday." A street fight was one thing. But for the Women's Championship? Sure, she deserved it, but it still scared her that little bit. It meant if she won, Trish would be her next competitor. She'd never had to fight a friend before. The past few months had been hell on her body, and the last month alone she felt like she was killing herself just for this match. It finally had caught up to her. Tears finally fell from her cheeks as she stared at the ceiling. " I don't want to disappoint anybody." Elisha finally admitted. " That's what I'm scared the most about. I don't care about getting hurt, I care about disappointing people."

It didn't happen often, Elisha didn't usually show anybody emotion. It was her letting John in a little more. The pressure was getting to her, and not just with this match. With the whole business. She had this legendary last name, and yet, she felt like she could never live up to it. Wiping the tears away, she finally let out a laugh. " I'm sorry, this is probably why you didn't want me to come around." She said, looking across at John for a moment with a smile. " You wanna get some chicken and vegetables?"

Yunalesca - 18-10-2011 at 03:50 AM
Trish kept her pace, watching John out of the corner of her eye. She supposed that had always been her issue. She'd become predictable. She'd evolved herself over the years, but she was still very grounded. She had become a submissionist and people knew that. It was used against her. It was time to add other things to her repertoire so she could walk away with her dignity, even if her body was left damaged. She couldn't imagine losing and being put out for months of recovery. She would have to win to put Chavo to rest. She had to exorcise the demon that had haunted her. Just thinking about it motivated her.

She jumped up on a barricade that ran around Ford Field, the arena for Mania. Before even steadying herself she started a series of handsprings, doing more than she even thought she could before. She used the momentum to spring off her hands and land on her feet back on the walkway in front of John. "I'm starting to think Chavo should be the one worried." She said with a smirk before turning and taking point in their run.

****



John heard her mention her father and loosened his grip for a moment. He usually didn't avoid things, but this he didn't want to talk about with her. She was going to talk about it regardless, it seemed. He didn't comment because he didn't feel they should discuss it. Regardless of how she felt, it would bring up problems between them and he didn't want that before Mania, or ever for that matter.

He let her roll away from him and listened as she said she didn't think she'd be ready. He saw the tears begin to well up in her eyes. He wasn't sure what he should do. Girls wanted comfort usually, but she was a Michaels and they had pride. So he let her cry for a moment before she apologized. He shook his head at her and gestured her to him. "I'm always here waiting for you regardless of my mood." He said as he pulled her into him. "I knew you didn't need more stress before Sunday. The last thing I need is you worrying about me when you have something a little more serious to be concerned about." He said as he kissed her cheek.

"I would love to, but I think you should see your dad. You've got all the time in the world with me. Besides, the water needs to cool since I'm conveniently seated next to your family for the ceremony." He said. He wanted nothing more than to have dinner with her, but he was being the bigger man and letting her go. Whether Shawn admitted or his daughter did, they needed eachother. John was used to handling things on his own, but they needed eachother. She needed his advice for sunday.


dirty.angel - 18-10-2011 at 09:38 PM
He watched her out the corner of his eye. He didn't faultier and let her know that he was impressed. She knew what she was doing, and the only person she needed to impress was herself. He caught up to her in a couple of strides, knowing this wasn't a competition, but he figured if he could keep in stride with the fitness guru, Trish Stratus he was more than match ready. He hoped that Trish understood why he didn't speak about things, he didn't want to be predictable and like everyone else. If he kept his opponents on their toes, then he had a better chance. He was only little, smaller than most, but it was guys like Shawn Michaels who had proved that you didn't need to a heavyweight to make a name for yourself in this business.

" Great minds think alike then." He chuckled, keeping in step as he jumped over the length of a park bench. It wasn't like he needed a run up, it was all in a self belief that he could make it. It was what this whole thing with Trish was about. Self belief. He had a feeling that she hadn't really caught onto that. " But there's still a whole day before Sunday." He reminded with a grin. " Don't forget we've all got to make it through the ceremony first."

He'd got himself a nice suit, and some new shoes, a shirt and skinny tie. He was going to look his best to honour the Hall of Famers. They were legends who paved the way for guys like him, the best he could do was look the part and show how grateful he was. 

*

Just by the way he tightened in himself, Elisha could tell that John was feeling uncomfortable talking about her father and the situation at hand. Maybe it was best to avoid it before Sunday, but they couldn't put it off forever. Elisha had faith in her father. She knew that after Sunday all of this would blow over. Shawn was just trying to give a message to John, that if he wanted to be in Elisha's life, and he cared about her, then he had to prove himself good enough. The only way you could prove you were good enough to Shawn was to fight. Not just physically either, fight for the love you had for the other, fight to never lose them, fight to have them in your life. As much as Elisha knew John would never do anything to hurt her, Shawn was her father and protector, and he would only step aside once he was sure. He'd seen too many relationships in this business turn a wrestlers life upside down.

Elisha kept her head on his chest and took a deep breath, " I'm not worried about you in the slightest." She admitted. " You''ve done this before. You don't need me to get through this." He'd done this alone for so many years, she was just an annoyance. Or that was how she felt at this point. As vulnerable as she felt right now, the last thing she wanted was to turn away from her safe place. He was right, she was prideful and didn't like people to know she could cry. 

Finally, she let go and sat up, knowing he was right is what hurt the most to her. And deep down she knew it hurt John. She still needed her father, as much as she didn't want to admit it. No one elses advice would be the same as Shawn's. " Cheyenne and Cameron will be excited to see you." Elisha said with a smile, leaning up to plant a sweaty kiss on his lips. " I'll see you tomorrow in the foyer when everyone leaves." Groaning, as she knew she should have cooled down and muscles were aching, Elisha moved off the bed and headed towards the door. " Love you, like the fat kid inside me loves cake!" she called, leaving him to his own devices.



****


The Hall of Fame ceremony was the chance for all the superstars and divas to dress up and show that they looked just as good in formal wear as they did in spandex. John Morrison was no different, he'd spent the day having his last proper workout, and all around relaxing. There was nothing more he could do now, he just had to wait for Wrestlemania to come. Tomorrow was the business end of the weekend, he couldn't risk not being focused. 

He tightened up his black skinny tie as he looked in the mirror last time. He'd worn a grey suit, with black outlined lapels, and pointy black shoes. He was rocking the formal wear. He was just worried that he'd get something on his nice white shirt! He ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. He didn't know why he was nervous. Maybe he really did want to impress Trish to some degree. He wanted to prove to her that he was more than just some punk. 

Moving out of his room, he headed down the lift with some of the other diva's and headed to the foyer. They all knew who they were limo-ing with, and who was hanging out with who. But a gathering in the foyer to see everyone dressed up. There wasn't many people left to head down. Just the major players, and one beautiful Greek blonde that he wanted to see. He had a feeling she'd blow his socks off when she left that lift. 

Everyone watched as Shawn headed down with the wife and kids, and Steph and Paul moved down too. He had to admit, that all the girls scrubbed up well, but there was just some that needed to pull their dresses down. " Where's your lady Cena?" he asked The Champ as everyone was talking amongst themselves.

*

Time management wasn't exactly Elisha's number one skill. She was trying terribly hard to get ready in the amount of time she'd given herself. After a last minute run, and stretching session Elisha was rushing around in her hotel room. She'd called in reinforcements to help her out, but they'd all had to leave too. Her long blonde locks were straightened, and she'd managed to get into her golden figure hugging dress. She knew people were waiting and that stressed her out even more.

Finally when everything was in order, she moved out of her hotel room and towards the lift. 'Lisha knew it wasn't what people were expecting of her, and maybe it broke her innocent image slightly, but she wanted to surprise everyone, show them all that she was her own person. Finally the lifts dinged open, and Elisha emerged with a soft smile. Her eyes scanned the room, as she looked for John in the group. She hadn't spoken to him since the evening before. It just worried her that she didn't live up to what he was expecting. He was World Heavyweight Champion and his date should look the part.

Offering a soft smile when she finally lay eyes on him, she moved through the group of people, greeting people if they acknowledged her , and finally finding her hand in his. " Hey." Elisha said quietly, looking up at him with a grin. He looked so handsome in his suit with his cute dimples. But no, she'd never tell him about his dimples and how much they made her smile.

Yunalesca - 13-12-2011 at 09:23 AM
Trish had spent the day of the ceremony alone, at least when she was in her room and the spa. She'd spent time at Axxess for a Q and A session and to make her rounds for autographs and photos, but afterwards she had forgone training and checked herself in for relaxation. She couldn't prepare any more without hurting herself. The best she could do for herself was to get relaxed and not so tense. This would also help her look like a goddess later. To make the dress really pop she had to glow.

Luckily the spa did what she had aimed for and she actually liked how she looked as she scanned herself in the full length mirror of her room. Her hair was half pinned up with grecian waves/curls sliding over her shoulders and down her back. She had a simple jeweled hairpiece framing the pony on top of her head. She looked like her heritage alright. She slipped the pale blue chiffon scarf around her shoulders and tucked the ends into her dress, giving the appearance of straps. Taking a deep breath she slipped into her rhinestone incrested shoes and grabbed her seafoam colored clutch and headed out the door.

Stairs were almost a challenege for her, especially when she came down and saw John standing at the bottom looking at her. She lowered her gaze tentively before raising them again and giving him an almost coy smile. She was tempted to ask him to be her escort but didnt want to get the rumor mills going about just yet. She had an important task and knew she would have to work at keeping herself composed when she escorted her hall of famers family to the podium. Curt Hennig had been a hero of hers and it would not be easy remembering he was gone.

****


John had been waiting for Elisha for some time, growing anxious after having seen Trish make her way down without her. To ease his nerves he'd had a glass (or two) of champagne and was sipping on a new one when she finally arrived and slipped her arm into his. "You look gorgeous." He said to her and laid a kiss on her cheek. He looked up from her however when he saw her father and family make their way towards them. He straightened and looked Shawn in the eye as he stopped before him. "John." He said in acknowledgement and he did the same. He really didn't want trouble tonight.

"Thought we could all ride together since we're seated next to eachother." He said and offered John his hand. He eyed him for a second before shaking Elisha's father's hand and letting go of the breath he'd been holding.

"Sounds like a good idea to me." He said with a relaxed smiled, feeling the tension ease from his shoulders. He felt the same from Elisha and noticed her mother relaxing her hand on Shawn's arm. John hadn't been the only one waiting. "Shall we?" He said, gesturing the Michael's family forward and giving a wave to Elisha's younger sisters. Maybe tonight wouldn't be as horrible as he thought.


dirty.angel - 15-12-2011 at 02:28 AM
It was nerve wracking and an awkward exchange between her father and boyfriend. Tomorrow was a big day for both of them, no doubt, but Elisha couldn't bare the thought of them bringing the fight a night early. Even if it was just words. She knew that John would never start something like that, but she wouldn't put it past her father to try. Whilst John and Trish had Mr. Perfect's induction to worry about, both Michaels had their own. A year earlier, her father had pinned Ric Flair at Wrestlemania, in what was The Dirtiest Player in the Game's last match. Now it was the night that he'd be inducted, and whilst Shawn would be inducting, Elisha was part of the inducting party. There were so many things that slick Ric had taught her, that was for sure. He was part of her family, and had been for an incredibly long time.

While many of the men and women who were being inducted, or had been inducted into the Hall of Fame were remembered for their wrestling ability and what they bought to the business, Elisha remembered them as more than that. Growing up with a father on the road, the times she was with him, many of those Hall of Famers were family. They made building blocks a little more fun. There were a few of second or third generation superstars that were in the same position as her, and as strange as it was, they all stuck together when the going got tough. Vince had asked them all to make sure they got a picture of them all at the ceremony. Elisha, Natalya, Randy, Joe Hennig, Cody and Ted were all in the same boat. Most had to admit they'd cashed in on their last name, but there was one or two that hadn't. Whilst a lot of the superstars and Diva's believed that second and third generation superstars hadn't earned their stripes, they had different challenges to over come. Randy Orton was probably the best example, he'd risen above everybody's expectations, and although a large number of Superstars behind the curtain disliked 'The Viper's' attitude,that kid had worked himself to the bone and they all knew it. Curt Hennig's induction for the night was going to be hard for everyone, but Elisha knew it would be hardest on Joe Hennig, he was living in his fathers shadow, it was perhaps why he'd been against using the family name in the business. It's not like Elisha could blame him, sometimes she wished she didn't share the same last name as a future hall of famer.

The awkward limo ride was over within fifteen minutes, which consisted of Elisha staring out the window and hearing her parents continue to tell off her younger siblings for being frustrating children. At least they hadn't spilt anything of their best clothes. She squeezed John's hand softly and offered him a smile, " You scrub up alright, by the way." She laughed. Covering any emotions with humour was what she did best. As the limo stopped, she allowed her parents and siblings to slip out of the car first. Waiting a few moments, she pressed a soft kiss to John's lips. " Lets do this." She smiled, slipping out of the limo to a scream from fans. It was the Oscar's for the Sports Entertainment business. Fans were lining up to get a glimpse of their favourite superstar or diva. It was crazy. But the fans made sure she was aware when her boyfriend was out of the limo, that sea of screams was usually heard in an arena, not outside in an open area. She Elisha was quick to grab his hand, almost as a protection thing. He'd done this before, this was her first time and it was a little scary. It was simple really, do as other superstars were doing. Sign autographs, pose for photos until you moved into the media only area, which included more photos, interviews for WWE.com, and whatnot. There wasn't many occasions where she let go of her mans hand, only to sign some autographs and go off for a few photos without him. " I'm guessing we smile and laugh for all of these cameras?" She joked, " Maybe we'll have to do the dreamy stare into eachothers eyes." She laughed again, " You know, to show how much we love each other." Of course she was just taking the mickey out of everything, the fact that she barely let go of her boyfriends hand, and most of their photos together showed them nice and close, there was going to be one person who asked for that dreamy eyed photo. As long as it wasn't someone from WWE.com who'd be following Elisha the next day for her Wrestlemania Diary on the website she'd be cool with that.


*

While everybody had begun to leave the foyer for the ceremony, John Morrison found himself following after Trish. He wanted to slip into the limo with the Grecian Goddess. That's certainly what she looked like. He was impressed, it's not that he was surprised she looked beyond amazing, it was more so that she still stood up every other woman in the room. Morrison had to admit, she had made him smile when she'd headed out the lift and into the foyer. Finally catching up to her, he managed to link his arm through hers with a small smile. " Fancy an escort?" It wasn't like he was giving her much choice in the matter to be honest, but he was careful not to use the word 'date'. He wasn't her date, and she wasn't his, they weren't dating, and he was sure neither probably wanted to date after their last disaster. Everyone had known about him and Melina and all she had done was make a fool out of him, and although he knew Trish would never do that, he didn't want to risk that at any point in the near future. Sure, Wrestlemania would be over in just over twenty-four hours, but then there was always the next pay-per-view and RAW. It was non-stop, he'd decided there was no room for a relationship, he had to admit he admired Cena and his girl, somehow they made it work. Even with Daddy breathing down their necks. He'd wondered if those two had a breaking point. However, that wasn't what his mind was on, it was on the Grecian Goddess he had his arm linked in. He would leave her side for the carpet and what not, maybe sneak in a picture with her once or twice, but they were there alone, and it was the way it was meant to be. 

He opened up the limo door for Trish and smiled somewhat. He was being a gentleman, because no matter what Melina or anyone else said, he sure knew how to treat a lady. He opened doors, pulled out their seats, was a true chivalrous gentleman. He knew the ceremony was a big deal, and he was glad he had no part in inducting anyone. That almost sounded rude, but he wanted to enjoy the night. He wanted to enjoy the evening, and listen to everything that he hoped would one day be said about himself. Plus, he knew that everyone who had a role in the evening cared about the inductees. They'd either known them personally, or been heavily influenced by them. He wished he'd gotten to know some of them, maybe they would have given him some words of wisdom. He could sure use some with his match the next day. Morrison was sure that they would have something to help him out. He had more than one opponent tomorrow, and quite honestly it scared him a little. His future wasn't riding on this match, but it sure could make it if he won. After all, with that briefcase, that contract, he could be World Champion within the year. Something that he'd always wanted to be, that was for sure. It was the title that kids dreamed about having when they were younger, and until he had that gold around his waist he wasn't going to stop. Sure, he'd had other titles, but it would never be the same. He'd hardly get the recognition he wanted without it.

The limo arrived, and Morrison stepped out of the limo and stood to the side to let Trish out. He'd let people have their photo opportunity now before he wandered off to chat to people and let Trish have her own time. She'd light up the place in a dress like that, she looked banging' and he was sure everybody knew it.

Yunalesca - 8-1-2012 at 06:03 AM
It seemed she would not be able to keep out of the press as John approached her and asked if she wanted an escort. She gave a soft laugh and nodded, slipping her arm through his and letting him lead her out the door. She lowered her gaze slightly as she saw her friends watching her leave with the person they warned her about. They weren't going to become anything, or at least that's what she kept telling herself. After her last relationship attempt she could surely say she was not up for another one just yet. She had her career to focus on, having lost her title. That and the ever pressing Mickie. Her eyes found the obsessive diva's and she gave a puzzled look as seething hatred emanated from the brunette. She quickly recovered by giving Trish a smile, but she didn't like it either way.

The way to the arena was mostly a comfortable silence. She talked with John a little bit, but spent much of her time going over her speech and trying to think of things to keep her mind off Curt not being there for his own ceremony. He wouldn't be the only one, but he was the closest one to her. They'd had a few meetings in the past, him teaching her some things and answering a few questions. They'd never 'hung out' considering their age gap and her respect to his wife. She would never think anything of it, but Trish didn't want people to think she was trying to split up a marraige. It wouldn't be the first time that headline would have been around the internet. 

"Thank you," she said simply in his ear when they stepped out and parted ways. She looked back and gave him a small wave before turning back to the cameras and lining up for her interview segment. She was after John, which was something considering she wasn't even a cha,pion anymore. She wouldn't discuss that, however. This night wasn't for her, it was for those who paved the way before her. So she talked about the wrestlers who were being inaugerated and how they had affected her career or how she had watched tapes of them when she had first begun to break into the pro wrestling world. Once that was done she slipped inside and backstage, avoiding some divas she knew were trouble, mainly Melina. She knew they could all get along for one night, but she wasn't taking chances. She already had enough on her mind without adding drama to it.

Then it was her turn to take the stage. She took a deep breath, played with her dress, scanned her cards once again, then stepped out. She looked out through the lights and saw the arena filled with wrestlers, then fans uptop. She could almost hear a collective sigh, or gasp she wasn't sure. She took the podium and forced herself to smile. "The next man to be inducted tonight is someone who was special to everyone the moment he took to the ring. Anyone who met him knew he was exactly what he said he was, and that was...Perfect." She said with a smile and turned to watch the video package that lit up the screen behind her. She bit her lip a few times to keep herself from crying, then the lights came up again. "I welcome the family of Curt Hennig." She said and stepped aside, taking his wife's hand and giving it a small squeeze of reassurance as she stepped up to the podium. With her part done she stepped aside and out of the light, letting his family shine.

****


Elisha's mother made attempts to make the ride not the most awkward thing ever, but it was unavoidable even if both men were playing nice for the night. They were both thinking about tomorrow. They would go head to head and John didn't know how it would end. He knew Detroit would swing for Shawn and he wouldn't be able to draw on the crowd like he always had. There would be fans for him, but he was going up against a good old boy that everyone had grown to love. Regardless of where he was it would be a fight to win the fans. This would play to Shawn's advantage and he knew it.

When they finally got out and to the arena John smiled down at Elisha for pictures and shared little jokes to get their minds off the upcoming events for the night. He knew she was nervous and was trying his hardest to get her relaxed. She was insanely gorgeous in her dress and being all done up, but she had always been a looker to him. "I didn't know you were capable of getting girly." He joked to her and gave her a small peck on the cheek, keeping full on pda out of the evening. Last thing he needed was a pissed off father jumping the seats to strangle him. "You'll do great, just relax and breathe." He informed her as they started to take their seats.

He found himself next to one of her younger siblings, which was fine for him. Except they kept looking up at him with a cute kids smile, like they knew a secret. He smiled back and looked over at Whisper who had a similar smile. He wasn't sure what the smile was for, but he didn't question the ways of women. They were the best secret keepers in the world.

He watched the induction with happiness and strain at times. Trish took the stage and he was wowed by her presence. If WWE ever made a statue they had better model it after her this night. He was not attracted to her, but it was hard to forget the way she looked. Or rather, it was until Elisha took the stage for Ric Flair's induction. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and could barely hear what she was saying, he was solely focused on her and forgot everything else in the world. He began to wonder if she was 'the one'. Maybe that's what they had been smiling about?


dirty.angel - 9-1-2012 at 12:09 AM
Elisha was nervous as all hell, to say the least. Even John's sweet words couldn't help her relax. This ceremony was going to be seen my potentially one million people. The last thing she wanted was to look like a fool. Moving to the podium, she was careful to not shake, as she began to speak. Her brown eyes followed the lines on her card, and her Texan twang slipped out every so often. " A sixteen time world champion, the dirtiest player in the game, a limousine ridden', jet flying', kiss stealing', wheeling' dealing' son of a gun. The Nature Boy: Ric Flair." She turned to watch the video package that played, showing the mans achievements over the years. Elisha stood by her father as he inducted one of his mentors. Ric was a big part of her fathers life, and the fact that Ric's last match had been against Shawn, Elisha knew meant a lot to him. Hell, he never took that watch off.

Once his induction was over, Elisha moved off the stage and found her seat next to John once more. She took his hand and gave it a soft squeeze, finally able to relax. " You look happy." She told him truthfully, as there was a break in the show for something. It gave everyone a chance to have a break, go to the bathroom, and what not. Elisha eyed off her little brother who had a strange grin on his face. Siblings. Especially small ones, you could never understand what they were thinking about. Soon enough the ceremony was back on, the next hour and a half the young woman spent listening and other inductions and enjoying a look back on history of the business she'd grown up in. As the lights came up and the fans left, Elisha sighed somewhat. Now it was just a quick get together with everyone before everyone turned in for the biggest pay per view of the year.

As everyone emptied out, she followed, ensuring to not let go of John's hand. He was her date, and she didn't want anybody to forget that. " You did good, tonight." She chuckled. " You had my attention while you were up there." Elisha chuckled, as she took a glass of water. Truthfully, she couldn't wait to get back to her hotel room and get a good night sleep. Tomorrow, she had WWE.com following her, for her Wrestlemania diary. But tomorrow was the big day, and it was almost like Santa coming. She was too excited to sleep, or more so, nervous.


*

Morrison was lucky enough to simply have the night to relax and enjoy. He got to sit back and watch as legends got inducted into the hall of fame, as people enjoyed their sparkling wine, and the night ahead. He had to admit that it was an emotional night for a lot of them, but not him. Although he'd always been a fan, although he'd grown up watching, he didn't have a strong emotional connection to a lot of people. He wasn't like Trish with Mr. Perfect, or Shawn with Ric Flair. Sure, he had mentors, but they were still around. His trainers still worked with him, they hadn't made an impact in the business like a lot of people, and honestly no one really backstage helped him out a lot. When he needed to go to someone for advice he struggled to know who to ask. A lot of people didn't llke him because of his association with Melina. Perhaps with her out of his life, he'd be able to get somewhere other than the bottom of the pack.

As the show finished, he stood and looked around for Trish. He figured she'd be saying farewell to a few people, and honestly he didn't want to interrupt that. So, he moved past her, offering a soft smile to go chat to some of the guys that were still sipping on their sparkling wine. Everyone would just hang around till they wanted to leave. A lot of them had a big day ahead of them. God, he hardly wanted to think about it. It made him far too nervous.


*

It hadn't been a very long night, and somehow Shawn had skipped out with Elisha's mom and siblings before she'd left, so, John and Elisha had the limo to themselves. But unlike after a prom night, or something Elisha practically fell asleep on John's shoulder. His suit had been rather comfortable, that was for sure. She'd awoken in the limo and headed to her own hotel room. There was no need to go back to his room, both needed to be away from each other. " I love you" Elisha smiled softly, as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. She had to stop herself from telling him good luck. Not because she didn't want him to win, but Elisha was one for superstitions and good luck was just as bad as 'break a leg'. " I'll see you at some time tomorrow." Elisha knew she didn't seem like herself. Her mind was in other places. Her mind was already in her match for tomorrow, and until tomorrow was over, she'd be as focused as all hell.

Morning came rather quickly after the blonde had struggled out of her rather expensive dress. It was hanging on the back of the door neatly, and her room was quiet except for the soft sound of her breathing. Until at 7am the horrid sound of an alarm clock bellowed through the empty room. Elisha's eyes snapped open and she sat up rather quickly. WWE.com would be there soon, and she had to pack her bag before anything. Today was the big day and her stomach was already in knots. 

It didn't take long for Elisha to pack, and repack her bags, and soon enough the people that were following her for the day were at her door and she was on her way. She'd had a relaxing car drive, where they spoke about what was coming up. How she was nervous, about the pressures and what she'd be doing for the rest of the day. Which consisted of going for a run, having a stretch and sitting in hair and make up. She had a new get up for Wrestlemania and it was damn sexy. The rest of the day passed, and she caught up with a few backstage fans and took some photos with some very special kids. These kids had dreamed of being backstage, and meeting their favourite superstars and divas. 

She had caught up with her father, about an hour before the show started. It'd been caught on camera, they didn't say much. Just had a hug, and he gave her a brief pep talk. She was careful to avoid John, however. She wasn't going to stress him out, or give him something else to worry about. This match already had enough pressure on him, he didn't need to think about her. So, she'd headed back to her locker room, music in her ears as she bounced around, pulling on her black, leather tights. It was an all black attire, with diamontes and glitter spelling her last name on her rear end. She wanted to sex it up a little, could you blame her? She was just the girl next door, she was cute, not sexy. Her black diamonted bra-top kept everything in, and well secured, nothing was falling out for this street fight. As the fireworks went off, and Wrestlemania finally began, her match was second up, and now she was really starting to get nervous. Hell, the poor girl was shaking.

*

Morrison had been one of the last to leave the ceremony. Sure, he had a match, but he needed to catch up with a lot of people. His trainers were there, and a few friends he hardly saw because they were on the other brand. It was different being on RAW everything was so professional, it was proper, Smackdown everyone was in development, or the older guys were mentoring. It was more casual and the competition was more friendly, and less about stepping on other peoples toes. The guys on RAW were the big guns, people like Cena and Triple H who had already made it, who were at the top of their game. And as much as Morrison respected them, he wished they'd fall off their perch. So far, Cena could do nothing wrong. Hell, he'd even got the golden girl of WWE. Mind you, at the moment Morrison had Trish in his life. He might not have been seeing her, he might not have been sleeping with her, but she was in his life, and he liked that.

He'd certainly had an amazing nights sleep. And when his alarm sounded in the morning, he awoke with a smile. It was the biggest day of his career and all he had to do was climb up a ladder and take down a case holding a contract to the title he'd always wanted to have around his waist. God he'd been dreaming of the day he was world champion for as long as he could remember. This was just one step closer. Heading out to the arena the young man was the most nervous he'd been in a long time. Since his debut in the company.

He got out of his rental and took a deep breath, heading in. He had headed in a little later, and the backstage area was already full of people. But he had to admit, it was the quietest the place had been. Everyone was in their own zone, running through the matches in their own minds. Needless to say he was certainly not the only one with the same nervous feeling. Hell even putting on his tights was nerve-wracking. He heard the fireworks to start the show, and the end of the first match. Money in the Bank was mid card, he still had a long time until this feeling went away. He'd never experienced this before, he was going insane.

Yunalesca - 12-1-2012 at 07:50 AM
Trish spent much of her time after the ceremony talking with legends. Lengthy conversations were had with Ric Flair and the Hennig family as they shared stories and Trish reminisced their times together. She managed to sneak in a little time with the Michaels and John, but slipped away quickly as she had never been 'in' with Shawn and didn't want to interrupt his time with friends and family. She spent her time with Ashley and Mickie tagged along, not being quite as annoying this night. She found herself mingling with King and JR at one point, then Moolah and Mae Young. She noticed John Morrison and gave him a warm smile while sipping on her chardonnay. When she had looked up from her conversation she noticed Chavo across the room. He was being nice tonight, but even a blind man could have noticed the look he gave her. It was a scummy look of hunger. He wanted her and he hated that he did.

She turned her back to him and found her long time friend, The Rock. He hadn't intended to show, but he had wanted to show his respects to those who came before him. She was glad he did. She didn't need or want to hide behind him, but reminding Chavo she had friends in high places would make him rethink anything.

She went home alone that night, splitting off from the divas limo and slipping up to her room. She took the shoes off and slid them back in their box, thankful they were off. She hadn't wrestled, or even stood, in heels in some time and was glad to have them off. She took a long shower, soaking in the heat as the cosmetic and hairspray washed away. Tomorrow was it, her make or break moment. Funny how many of those she had.

She got the arena early, but fans were there earlier. She took her time doing autographs and pictures, ensuring the arena staff that things were cool. Once that was done she went inside and went straight to the locker room. She wanted to be alone to think. Tonight was important and going to be a hell of a challenge. She was changing into her outfit when she heard a knock. Sighing she opened the door. Upon seeing Mickie she let her in, and the cameras that followed. Last thing she wanted was the cameras to be following her all day.

"I just wanted to wish you good luck." Mickie said and Trish nodded, biting her lip.

"Thank you." She said in response and turned to grab her tape from her bag. She felt Mickies hand on her arm and she turned. "Mickie," She started, but didn't finish as her obsessive followers lips planted on hers. Being severly surprised she didn't do anything at first, but once she realized what was going on she shoved the woman off. "What the hell, Mickie!" She yelled, wiping her lips and stepping back from the woman.

"I was just, Trish I like you..." She started but Trish shook her head and gestured to the door.

"Get out, Mickie. GET OUT!" She yelled when the woman stepped toward her. She saw Mickie's face contort into a look of near rage before going back to it's normal appearance. Trish stood there panting in anger as the camera crew left. She didn't need one more thing on her mind today, especially the intentions of her obsessed 'fan'.


****



John had slipped in to the arena secretly the next afternoon, knowing he'd be booed on the street on sight. He didn't want to deprive those who were his fans, but he needed to focus and starting his day off with boo's were not something he thought would help. He found his locker room and flipped the lock on the door. He wanted to be left alone to get in the zone. He barely remembered the night before. To him it had gone fast. He had stayed with Elisha and had discussions with some of the legends. Elisha, he remembered her well. He'd never seen someone so gorgeous. He shook his head. He couldn't think about her now. He had sent her a 'good morning' text earlier, the thing taking up two texts. He had basically said he knew she would do well and he would see her after the show, regardless of the outcome.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't be around any Michaels right now.


dirty.angel - 17-1-2012 at 09:21 PM
By the time Elisha had gotten to the backstage entrance, it wasn't nerves that were kicking in, going through her body, it was adrenaline. Pure, hard adrenaline. Melina had just headed out for her entrance, there was pry, her music and that red carpet entrance. No matter how intimidating the champion was being, Elisha knew she had to rise above it. How fitting considering the newest campaign of her other half. With one last look above and a cross of her heart, it was her turn on the grandest stage of them all.

Music blared, and new pyro shot up around her. As Elisha did her thing on the entrance ramp, she felt her heart pounding. People had told her about this feeling, but you could never quite describe it, understand it even until you'd experienced it. From the moment she stepped out into that ramp, until she was standing in the corner being announced to the crowd was such a blur. But she knew one thing, the crowd were on her side, and that mattered to her a lot. She'd never been disliked by the fans, and that whole idea of being a heel scared her. 

Within moments of the bell ringing, both diva's were locked up. There was no doubt that Melina was bigger than her, probably stronger too. But Elisha hadn't been working her ass off for the past months just to get pushed around. So, she fought as best she could against the stronger woman. Well, more like beast. There was no denying that Melina was nasty. And she had no problems using anything she could put her hands on to inflict more pain. But that wasn't to say that Miss Michaels wasn't taking it to her, she'd found ways to use things that she never thought possible.Elisha had flown through ropes, over ropes, been slammed against the barricade, been hit over the head with a steel chair, honestly it was tit for tat. About fifteen minutes into the match, and both diva's were laid out in the middle of the ring. No one was bleeding, just yet. Thankfully. Finally Elisha managed to pull herself up to slump in the turnbuckle corner. God, she felt like she was going to die. There was no chance Melina was giving up this title easily.

She managed to pull herself up so she was sitting on the top turnbuckle. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, all she knew it, that if she hit this, then she was almost there. Somehow the young woman managed a moonsault but it came as a price, Melina managed to move slightly, and that movement was enough to harm Elisha a little more. God, she'd never felt such pain in her life. But there was something that was running through her veins, it was the Michaels in her, she was sure of it. Slowly Melina was getting to her feet, as was Elisha, and with the crowd behind her Elisha knew there was only one thing that could put Melina away. That would put her down for the three count. It was as if it was second nature, like father like daughter in this case. There was a loud crack, that managed to echo slightly through the arena, and as Miss Perez fell to the mat, so did Elisha, it took a lot of energy to push through a good super-kick like that. Yet, somehow, she managed to crawl herself over to the other diva, and waited to hear that magic number.

Three seconds later, after the match of her life, Elisha Michaels wasn't quite sure what to think. All she knew was that was her music playing, that her arm was being raised, and in her hand she was holding the gold she had been going after for months. That she'd wanted since she started wrestling. A second bout of adrenaline kicked in, and she celebrated on the turnbuckles. Of course, she didn't have long, soon enough she was backstage moving to get a new name plate on the belt. God she'd never been this happy in her entire life.

But somehow she still couldn't wait for Wrestlemania to be over.




*

Word had gotten around about Mickie and her game with Trish. What she'd pulled in the dressing room. There was no doubt by tomorrow everyone in the whole world would see it, and Morrison felt for Trish. She didn't need that tonight, tomorrow or next week. It was hardly fair. It was as if Mickie was working for the other side. She was working with Chavo, and Melina, Morrison could just see it now. People did that, they turned because it'd get them more attention. Even in his short amount of time at the company he'd seen so many people do it, and he'd seen so many people have it kick them in the backside. After all, no body wanted to go to the bottom of the ladder, but when you screwed someone like Trish Stratus over, there was really only one place for you. The bottom of the ladder. And there was no way up.

But Morrison couldn't think about that right now. He had to focus on himself, and his match coming up. He had to win this, he needed this win, because he needed that briefcase. It gave him the opportunity to cash in his contract whenever he wanted, within twelve months. That was his chance to become champ. He just had to get past five other guys. He'd kind of watched Lil Michaels match, and smiled somewhat when he heard that kids music. She was certainly going to learn a thing or two now she was champ. But again, he had to focus.

His match was after the intercontinental tittle match. So he only had about twenty minutes. Of which he spent pacing around his locker room, and heading to the entrance, with his fur coat. He sure as hell looked pimpin' that was for sure. 

He was the last to enter the ring for the Money In The Bank Match. He got a pop from the crowd which he was happy about. He was a face at this point, and until storline told him other wise, he'd stay that way.

Yunalesca - 22-1-2012 at 12:34 AM
Trish had been watching Elisha's match from the gorilla position, peeking out to watch first hand. She knew she should be preparing for her match, but she felt if she wasn't ready by now, two matches of prep time wouldn't get her anywhere. She was after the money in the bank, which felt odd to her. She was the only thing between Shawn and John duking it out. She couldn't remember the last time she had ever been so high in the card. She almost felt wrong being in that coveted spot. It was not an easy point to be in on the card. Most fans were exhausted from being amazed during the ladder match and were getting ready to get hyped up again for the main. There was a lot riding on her shoulders to keep the show rolling, but of course she was thinking more on how she was going to handle Chavo Guerrero.

This was not on her mind, however as she nodded with ferocity as Elisha hit Sweet Chin Music. Once it was over she nodded her head some more, proud of the girl who had become one of her best friends. Unable to help herself, she stepped out of the curtain and took a stance on the ramp, waiting until Elisha could see her. She stared down at the new champ for a moment before she started clapping for her. Now it was Elisha who stood in the way of the queen returning to her throne, but that would be a match for another day. For now she gave Elisha her blessing by starting a round of applause. She pointed down to her and the belt before nodding, letting her know that she would be on her heels soon enough. She didn't think that would get between them, however. Not like it had with Lita. Their friendship was different and Trish respected the hell out of the second generation superstar. She knew when the day came to retire, Elisha would be taking the division in a whole new direction, a good direction.

With her applause done she slipped back through the curtain and disappeared to a quiet place of the building to prepare. She took a page out of Mick Foley's book and found herself in the catacombs in the building to get her mind ready for what she faced.

****


John had watched the end of Elisha's match, mostly to make sure that there was no foul play involved. He couldn't afford to go out and get beaten down, but he would still protect his girl, making sure she had a fair fight and win for the title. Once it was over he flicked the television off and got back to the floor and did a round of pushups. He would watch the ladder match once he heard their music starting. One of the young guns would be coming for him and his title and he couldn't afford to not know who it was. It should be a problem for another day, but he'd seen a few people cash in right after the champs match to catch him when he was down. He wouldn't be caught off guard.

His job as a champion was to watch his own back. Nobody would do it for him, nobody ever would in this business.

[ooc: You can double as Chavo if you want? I've got the match planned in my head, just don't want to put it in quite yet]

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 11:02 AM
dirty.angel - 22-1-2012 at 09:59 PM
Elisha looked up at the ramp, just in time to see Trish up there. She offered the legend a soft smile, as she rolled out of the ring. Physically and mentally exhausted. Flipping over top ropes, and flying across the ring certainly took it out of any superstar, but the mental fight to keep going was enough to drain anybody. The young woman made it behind the curtain attempting to catch her breath, the poor thing was practically shaking as she handed her belt to the referee to get the name plate changed. It was all on camera for the fans to see, it was certainly a side to her that wasn't shown often. The adrenaline was wearing thin and the pure shock of what had just happened was beginning to settle in.

She didn't go see anyone, that wasn't fair on anybody. So, she quietly let herself into her locker room and took a deep breath, as she closed the door. Finally, Elisha had proved to everybody that she could do it, and she wasn't just there on account of her last name. Sliding onto the locker room bench, the monitor was on, but she barely registered the match at hand. Her mind was going a thousand miles an hour. She was Champ. Lil' Michaels was Champ. She certainly never thought it would happen. Ever. It was scary, for sure.

As the MINB match came to a close, it was only then that Elisha was managing to get her composure. Enough to move herself to the bath of ice waiting for her in the bathroom. Clearly some people knew just what she needed after a match like that. But she was fairly sure, most of the superstars had an ice bath waiting for them after a Wrestlemania match. Immersing herself into the freezing bath in her underwear and a sports bra, she groaned and grumbled, as she settled in to watch Trish's match rather uncomfortably.

Because lets face it, after her match, was Shawn and John's, something that was going to be painful to see.


*

Morrison couldn't believe what he was holding in his hand. He had that contract, he'd been the one to climb that ladder, and beat five other guys to the top. This was amazing. It'd give him a push to the top card, but more so it would ensure that he had the chance to become champ. He could cash it in whenever he wanted. But he doubted it'd be tonight. Just getting the contract was enough for him at this point. He could hardly describe how he had actually made it. He'd had to fight for it though, he'd been slammed into the harsh steel of a ladder more than once during that match, and he was feeling it.

He hardly stayed out long enough to celebrate. He knew he had to get backstage as they were certainly on a time schedule. Vince didn't do it to the big guns, but the younger guys, the mid cards, they certainly got rushed. After all, Pay Per View had a time limit. He moved backstage, and completed an interview with WWE.com, his adrenaline was still running and quite frankly he just wanted to jump over some boxes, and climb some walls. However, Trish's match was next and he wanted to see her give it to Chavo. He wanted to see her beat the living hell out of the Latino. He knew that Trish would have it tough, but everyone knew she could do it.

[[I don't mind. I mean, if you have the match planned in your head, go ahead and do it. I don't mind in the slightest.

Yunalesca - 23-1-2012 at 04:33 AM
Trish missed out on the MINB, emerging just as the competitors were walking back to the locker rooms. Her eyes stayed forward as she passed them, her hands equipped with fighters gloves that creaked as her fingers opened and closed in anticipation of the next match. Her match. It wasn't for a title, but it felt like it. No, it felt like more then that. She felt this could be the match of her career. It was about pride and getting Chavo out of her life. If she beat him tonight, he would never bother her again. At least that was how she felt.

She hopped from one foot to the other as she stood at the gorilla position, preparing for her entrance. Chavo had already went down, waiting for her in the ring. She felt the arena hush as the lights went down and a giggle started from the speakers. Then a familiar 'ohhhh....' started and she felt the energy pick up. She walked out of the curtains, nothing special happening this time. She simply locked eyes with Chavo and started down the ramp, a smile vacant from her face. She stopped once she gained the steps, a sort of fear welling up in her. She sized him up and remembered how much bigger and more skilled he was. He seemed to sense this and backed away with a smile, taking a corner and watching her with the eyes of a predator.

Swallowing the fear, she stepped in the ring, back pressed to the ropes. She could do this. Then the bell rang.

Much of the match was spent with Trish working her way out of holds, spider-monkeying her way around the ring in the defensive position. Chavo slipped up at one point, which proved to be her opening. He had her back to the mat, one hand on her ankle as he prepared for a submission. While he was taunting the fans, she bicycled her legs, sending him flying to the corner. She got up in a rush, taking a chance and flying to the ropes, her feet landing on the second rope. With the proper timing, she bounced off and flew into Chavo with a bodypress, taking him down. She got a short two, but she felt her confidence rising. She rolled off him, and got to her knees, panting in exertion. Chavo rose quicker and took to the corner, slowly climbing himself up to the top to do an elbow drop.

Spotting this she rushed to her feet and tried her StratusFear. She pulled with all that was left in her, but Chavo held onto her legs, forcing her to sit up from her upside down position. She ducked his punch and hit him hard in the face. He pulled back and nailed her. Feeling her vision blur, she slipped from him, falling off his lap and going to the outside. She felt ringing in her ears and a pain shoot through her skull and neck. She'd managed to hit the ring on the way down, snapping her head sideways and causing whiplash. She lay face down, trying to move her fingers as she feared she'd broken her neck. She felt hands on her, body scrunching in fear.

"Trish, it's me. It's Mickie." She heard and felt like vomiting as her world spun. She felt her body being lifted as the ref counted to six. "Come on!" She yelled, and pushed Trish in the ring. Chavo dropped on her immediately, knocking the breath out of her. She managed a weak kick out at the last fraction of a second. She felt Chavo get off her, yelling at the ref and Mickie who had taken to the ring apron. She blinked several times, trying to get back into focus. She was hurt.

Regardless, she forced herself to her feet, half stumbling the whole way. When Chavo turned she hit him with a full force Chick Kick, screaming as she did so. She fell over him, laying still for a second before crawling her way to the corner and pulling herself up. She felt her legs turn to jello, but she hit the ropes regardless, going for a Lionsault. She landed it, feeling her world go in slow motion as she flew through the air and the ref count. She heard a three, but couldn't stand to have her hand raised.

She felt hands around her again, lifting her. She forced her head up despite the train that sounded through it and how much she wished to just throw up. "You won!" She heard Mickie say and she tried to nod.

She looked at Mickie and saw something flash in her eyes. She narrowed her own in confusion as Mickie let her stand on her own. Confused, she stared at the woman. Something was wrong, she could feel it. Before she could say anything, her stalker nailed her with a clothesline, knocking Trish to the mat. She felt everything go black as her head bounced off the mat.

Mickie put her hands up and smiled to the crowd, walking around the blacked out Trish Stratus. She made an obscene gesture having to do with...a lesbian relationship, before she knelt down and kissed her favorite wrestler. She stood up and grinned down at Trish, finally getting what she wanted. Without saying anything she rolled out of the ring and went back up the ramp, laughing the whole way.

****


John Cena exited his locker room, belt slung over his shoulder. He knew John Morrison was the MINB champion, but that was the last thing on his mind as he started for the car garage. Nobody knew what he was doing, but that was the best part. He was about to surprise everyone with a hell of an entrance.


dirty.angel - 23-1-2012 at 11:20 PM
Elisha had emerged from her ice bath and changed, with her eyes completely on the monitor. " You've got to be kidding me." She mumbled, shaking her head at the screen. Had Mickie just done that? Trish had won that match, it was an amazing match for sure, and you could see the heart and soul Trish had put into it. For Mickie to take all that away with one simple clothesline. It was wrong, it was the wrong move to make, it wasn't funny, and it showed a lack of respect. If Trish didn't get her hands on Mickie, Elisha sure would. But then was it Mickie trying to get Trish out of the way to go for the title? 'Lisha never had to think of these things, and now, the first thing on her mind was her title.

No wonder John's mind was somewhere else half the time.

Dressed in an oversized grey t-shirt and red cutoffs, Elisha took a seat with much of the locker room that had gathered in catering to watch the final match. She'd found herself a storage box, and surrounded herself with her true friends like Ted, Cody & Natalya to watch the match. If anything it was the anticipation that was going to kill her. It was like she needed a drink for this match. Her dark brown eyes settled on the monitor, as her father, the challengers music started and he headed out to the ring. He was Mr. Wrestlemania for a reason, there was no doubt about it. She admired her father for what he did night in, night out, but on a night like this, she showed more than admiration for him. He was the Showstopper, and clearly right now he was doing just that. He didn't need anything too fancy these days, he knew the best way to get a pop.

And then it was John's turn, and she knew after that the bell would ring and the match would start. As long as John left Champ, and her father walked out of that ring, she'd be happy.

Guess she had picked her side.

*

There was no denying that Morrison had seen what Mickie had done. He'd warned Trish about the stalker, rather quietly once or twice, but he never thought it would come to this. He shook his head, as he sat in his own ice bath, admiring the MITB briefcase infront of him. He knew he had to head out to catering to watch Cena's match, but he'd seen Trish's he wanted to see her, make sure she was okay. Because damnit, the woman had put on a hell of a match. Sure, Mickie wrecked the celebration, but everyone would remember Trish's match at this Wrestlemania.

He pulled himself out, and grabbed a pair of jeans, quickly finding a t-shirt and heading out his locker room. Morrison quickly moved out to the medic area, where his eyes set apon the referee's helping Trish to the medic. He moved quickly to help them, offering her a small smile. " You put on a hell of a show." He told her quietly, as they lowered the Diva of the Decade to a stretcher. He hoped to hell she'd be okay, no doubt they'd have her backing up a promo or something on RAW.

Right now, it didn't matter to him about the main event. He was worried about Trish. Maybe he shouldn't have been, but then, no one else was.

Yunalesca - 24-1-2012 at 01:43 AM
John took a deep breath as he set the title belt in the passenger seat of the Ford Mustang before revving the engine. He felt the adrenaline as the light turned green and the cameras followed him, moving as fast as the car would allow. He punched the clutch and took each turn with style before roaring down the parking garage. He slammed the brakes, squealing as he blasted through the Wrestlemania 23 glass. Then his theme started and he got out, thoroughly pumped for the match. He slung the title over his shoulder and took the ramp, ignoring the boos and listening to the cheers instead. He did his salute before walking to the ring, eyes on Shawn Michaels.

He handed his belt to the ref, eyes still on his opponent. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the crowd before removing his dog tags and handing them to the ref as well. He was in for one of the biggest fights of his life. The brief second before the tie up he wondered where his girlfriends allegiances were lying, but then he was slammed in the face with a forearm. It felt like it was all downhill from there as the fans cheered on his opponent and boo'd whenever Cena got a move in edgewise. The match took a turn, however, after the double down. Cena tapped into his reserves, using power moved to keep Shawn down, taking out his legs so Mr. Wrestlemania couldn't use his speed against the Champ.

It felt like the culmination had come about when John managed a superplex off the top rope and managed to drag himself over Shawn. He thought it would be a three count, but he got a solid two and a half. He looked over at the ref and the camera with a shocked look on his face. He was exhausted, Shawn taking the champ to the limit. They staggered around and managed to hit a few solid moves, but it was when John lifted Shawn's squirming frame over his shoulders. With his face gone red and veins popping out of his neck he dropped the superstar with a great force. He looked down at Shawn, then crawled on him, finally getting a three count. He rose and took his title, showing it to the fans as the confetti began to fall. He'd done it.

****


Trish was barely conscious as she had been rolled on the stretcher. She felt them place the collar around her neck and vaguely remembered the light shining in her eyes. She felt warm liquid running down the side of her face, realizing her body was reacting to the pain. The left side of her face was starting to swell and turn color. She would have a black eye, but that was the least of her worries. She could have a neck injury that would put her out for some time. She couldn't afford that after coming off a win. She had won, hadn't she? She couldn't remember. She remembered Mickie in the ring, then being slammed into and getting knocked out. Her fan had turned on her.

Her eyes were fluttering as she continued to move her fingers to remind herself she wasn't paralyzed. She then saw John Morrison in her peripheral vision. She heard him say something to hear, only catching half of it as her hearing still hadn't come back correctly. She couldn't even form a sentence in her mind so she stayed quiet. She didn't know where her future lay at the moment and it was not comforting. All she knew was she would get Mickie.


dirty.angel - 24-1-2012 at 11:08 AM
As soon as the Ford Mustang broke through that glass, she jumped slightly. She certainly hadn't expected that. Well, no one expected it. Her heart began to beat a bit faster as the match started. Her eyes never left the monitor, as the two hashed it out pretty hardcore in the ring. It was tearing her apart, it was killing her seeing the two push each other to their limits. She knew that it was going to emotionally draining, she knew it was going to be rather taxing. But it was harder than she thought.

Biting at her nails, she watched her boyfriend superplex her father off the top turnbuckle. She thought that would be it. She thought her father had nothing left in the tank. In a way, she'd wished he'd let it be a three count. John was bigger and stronger than Shawn. No experience could beat that at this point. It was almost a relief to see John get the win. Like she'd said to everyone, as long as Shawn was able to walk out of the ring, and John left champion she'd be a happy girl. As the three count went down, and John celebrated on the turnbuckle with the confetti, Elisha moved towards the entrance to the ramp. She wouldn't go out there, she'd wait. 

A few moments later, Shawn was helped backstage by a couple of referees. Neither said anything, and her father moved off to his own locker room. The young blonde was waiting for John, she was happy. And knew that all of this would be over now. Shawn would finally let go of his little girl, maybe finally he'd trust John with her. She was almost jumping around as she waited for him to come backstage. Maybe she wouldn't be the person he wanted to see, that made her nervous. 


*

He was worried about her, he knew she'd been knocked out. And her face was already beginning to bruise up. She must have hit it pretty hard. He took a seat next to the stretcher, and took a deep breath. He was damn worried about her. Especially considering that tomorrow night no doubt they'd make her at least go out to the ring. But with crazy Mickie on her tail, he was more than worried. What if the fan went too far? There were so many things that could go wrong, and right now, it was Trish's health.

He grabbed her hand and gave it a small squeeze. She had no one else at this point. After all, he was the only one checking on her. Sure, Cena was out kicking his in-laws butt. But he knew Trish had other friends. He just wondered where they were at this point. Maybe saying nothing would get him somewhere. Clearly she'd hardly had her hearing back. The poor thing, she was hurt. And Morrison was worried.

He listened to what the medics were saying. They were taking her to the hospital to have a scan. It happened whenever someone got a head injury. " I'll go with her." He said instantly, hardly thinking about it. Someone had to, right?

Yunalesca - 25-1-2012 at 08:29 AM
After John had done one final salute to the fans, he turned his back and whipped past the curtain, almost in disbelief he had survived. He'd had the shit beat out of him for weeks and he had just managed to defeat one of the best in the business. He had also managed to gain some support in doing so. He looked down at his title then, reading his name plate under the spinning gold. It was still his.

He looked up and finally noticed Elisha. He waited a moment, trying to read her reaction. He didn't know where she was on the match, but after he read her movements as excitement, he went to her. Even though he was sweaty, even though there were confetti strips stuck to his body, even though his body was beat to hell, he grabbed his girl in a hug. He lifted her up off the ground and looked at her, spinning her for a brief second. "We did it." He said simply, before nuzzling her stomach in a tender moment.

*****


She had began to fade again when she felt a man take her hand in his own and give it a squeeze. She opened her eyes again and saw it was Morrison, choosing to go with her to what she assumed was the hospital. She didn't remember hearing the medics say it, but she had managed to put it together. She tried to close her eyes again, but she felt a sharp pinch in her arm. She glanced down to see an IV being hooked up to her as the sirens started. She hardly felt that was necessary, but it got them through traffic easier. She wanted the pain to go away, the constant ache that was running down her spine. She just wanted to crack her neck, but couldn't because she was strapped down and her neck was in a brace.

"Stay with us. Don't sleep," she heard a medic say as he checked her pupil dilation again. Easy for you to say... she thought in her head. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep, but apparently she had hit her head hard enough there was concern for a concussion. Just what she wanted, her brain to be bleeding. At least she wasn't alone. She squeezed John's hand back, hoping he got the message. She still couldn't talk. It hurt too much to try and her mind still hadn't completely come around.


dirty.angel - 25-1-2012 at 09:04 PM
As he picked her up, and spun her around, she never wanted to let go. She never wanted this moment to end. As Elisha's feet touched the ground, she leaned up on her tip toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. He was sweaty, and gross, but it didn't matter. He was there, and even Elisha could see the weight lifted off his shoulders, he looked so much more calm, even in all this winning frenzy. " We sure did, hun." Elisha reassured him, nestling her head in his chest for a moment of protection. It was strange, in all of this she needed to protect herself from the raw emotion that she was feeling. Something she was sure all the cameras had captured.

Pulling herself away from his grip, she moved her arm around his waist and started for backstage. It was a relief really, that this day was over. Yes, it was one of the best days of her life, but it meant that whatever was going on between Shawn and John was over, and Elisha could enjoy a somewhat normal relationship with her boyfriend without the threat of her father beating the shit out of her beloved. She knew he wanted to cool now, more so that he needed to but honestly she didn't want to leave him. Could you blame her? 

'Lisha was beyond proud of him at this point, she, like the rest of the locker room had seen the match. They'd all seen Cena be pushed to his limits. And honestly that didn't happen all that often, it'd been her father that had pushed him to that place, and Elisha could happily say she was proud to be Shawn's daughter. He may have lost, but he'd shown the world that he was a future hall of famed for a reason. 

Moving to sit on the bench in his locker room, she offered him a soft smile. " Do you want me to go, so you can be alone for a while?" She asked rather softly. It's not like she'd be offended, hell, she'd completely understand. He'd just had one of the best matches of his career, maybe he wanted to take it all in. 


*

As he felt his hand being squeezed, Morrison knew it meant everything she wanted to say. He appreciated the fact that even in her pain she could recognise that he was there. " Come on Trish, just gotta keep your eyes open a little while longer." He knew she was sore, he knew that she was hurting, and that she wanted to get rid of this pain, and the only way to do that was sleep, but with a concussion the poor thing couldn't. He managed to move some hair out of her face, and offered her a soft smile again. " We're almost there." He explained to her with a soft tone. He didn't want to freak her out, they didn't know how bad her injuries were. With her history with back and neck issues, anything could happen. He just had to hope and pray that nothing was wrong with her, and apart from this concussion she'd just be a little bruised and hurt.

Maybe it was because he was in the male side of competition, but he just didn't understand what Mickie had been thinking. He just couldn't grasp the whole thing, he couldn't understand why Mickie had done it, what was behind it, or anything like that. Those girls just didn't make any sense to him. All he knew was that he wanted so badly for Trish to get back to the top, and now with Mickie doing this to her, and 'Lisha with the title, Morrison wondered how long it would take Trish. After all, marketing were going to push for 'Lisha to hold the title for as long as possible, and everyone knew that. But Trish would always make a better champion. In his eyes at least. She was the best of the Diva's, in a league of her own. And it hurt him to see her so helpless.

[Yunalesca]

ted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 11:03 AM
Yunalesca - 10-2-2012 at 11:57 AM
John walked with Elisha, arm wrapped around her torso, keeping her close. It was still sinking in that he had won. Even when he had been beaten down he had gotten up to keep fighting. He had used everything to beat Shawn, and had succeeded. He just hoped it was behind them now. He hoped Shawn could move on and they could have a better relationship. He hoped so considering how he had been feeling about Elisha lately. Of course he wasn't quite thinking that right then. He was thinking of the title slung over his shoulder. He wasn't a very selfish person, but at the moment he was.

He broke out of the trance, however, when she asked if he wanted to be alone. He did, but he couldn't deny her now. They'd both had major wins and he felt they should be together for it. Something about them being together had helped them win, that much he believed. Had they been broken apart he didn't think he would have succeeded. She had been there when he needed her, when he needed a distraction from work, when he was about to go insane.

"No. Come with me." He said and scooped her up before she could protest, carrying her into his locker room. He wasn't sure how she felt about showering together, but he had a feeling he would find out. The moment felt right.

****


She felt like a loser as she was wheeled into get a scan. She may have won, but her body surely didn't feel that way. It was odd to her how comforting it had been to have Morrison there, however. It was what she thought of as she heard the machine start, scanning her brain for bleeding.

She usually had these things done alone, being wheeled off without anyone there to hold her hand. Jeff had gone with her once, back when they were starting to have a thing, but that had been so long ago. She found she had missed it, no matter how bad she wanted to be independent. She sighed and closed her eyes, staying awake this time due to the loud sound of the machine.


dirty.angel - 10-2-2012 at 12:36 PM
There was no doubt things had been tough, but moving through the tough times was what made them all stronger. And honestly, she felt like nothing could break them at this point. Except themselves. As long as Elisha kept her two feet on the ground, and her head at a normal size, she was going to be okay, they were going to be okay. The last thing she wanted was to lose John now. Never had she felt this way about someone.

Squealing somewhat as he picked her up, she laughed, hiding her face in his sweaty chest for a moment. She didn't mind though, something about it she really liked. Maybe it was just a girl thing, but hell, if you'd seen John Cena all sweaty after a match you'd understand. Would she say no to a shower? Hell, to the no. It felt right, it felt like everything was okay now. Their relationship wasn't rocky, it wasn't going in a place where it would turn dark, honestly nothing could possibly go wrong. Because lets face it, Shawn wasn't going to do anything now. 

Moving out of his arms, to put her feet on the floor, she leaned up and kissed him rather deeply. " I love you!" She smirked, letting go, and backing up towards the shower. " Don't take too long." She winked, disappearing behind the wall.


*

Morrison wasn't used to this. He wasn't really used to hospitals or anything of the like. After all, he'd never been this badly hurt. He'd never been on the otherside of the glass like Trish was now. He didn't know how she felt, and he wasn't going to try and empathise because that was the wrong path to go down. If he did that, she'd probably smack him in the head. So, he was just going to try and be there for her the best he could. He figured it must have been lonely going through all of this by yourself, and he knew she'd been there a few times. So he was going to stay, while everyone went out and celebrated winning, he was going to stay with Trish. 

He watched as she moved into the machine, and he hoped that nothing was found. The last thing he wanted was her to be seriously injured, and unable to compete for a long time. Surely, she wouldn't be on Raw tomorrow night, because he doubted that she'd be cleared, but next week, if Trish was 100% he, like everyone else knew that Mickie was going to get what was coming to her. His eyes watched the machine, and they set apon Trish when they moved her off the machine and began wheeling her back out. He moved to meet her at the door, and took control of her chair. " So, you think I can take this for a spin when you're done?" He was keeping it light, because it wasn't fair on her to get her to talk about how badly she hurt.

Yunalesca - 16-2-2012 at 07:43 AM
He found his answer quicker than expected, his girl initiating what he was thinking before he could even suggest it. He watched her back away and smiled, his eyes sparking with lust. He'd never seen her naked and felt himself getting hyped up over the thought. He wasn't imagining taking the next step, just living in the moment. After all he had endured he just wanted to be with her.

The title belt dropped on the couch and John began walking for the shower, clothes coming off in pieces as he advanced on the open shower room. He stopped just inside the room, looking at her for a moment. Still the most gorgeous thing he could imagine. With a grin he pulled his underwear off and started for her. The semi-warm water prickled across his skin as he stopped just in front of her, scanning her face for any trace of a 'stop'. Seeing none he stepped forward and kissed her, hand brushing her wet tresses from her face. He pulled her into him, the feel of her skin bare against his own sparking a fire within him. He picked her up again, holding her extended frame against him, still kissing her as deeply as ever.

She was the only thing in his thoughts, only thing he focused on as his lips found her neck. He pulled his face away and gently rested her feet back on the tile floor. He looked in her eyes, asking for permission before his hands found her chest and and lips met hers again.

****


Trish rubbed her temples with her fingers as she was wheeled out of the MRI, trying to keep herself awake as well as reduce the stress that had surfaced as she emerged from the tube. She didn't want to be benched. One of her closest friends now had the title belt, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be gunning for it. She had to be on top again. Of course, that was after Mickie got her share of punishment. It was her clothesline that had jostled Trish's already unstable system.

She looked up to see John hadn't left, surprising for her considering he had his own victory to celebrate. She couldn't help but smirk as he made a joke, shaking her head at the same time. "A spin in a wheelchair almost always ends in taking it down some stairs. That wouldn't feel too good." She said as she was put back in her room. Sighing she got out of the chair and sat on the bed, refusing to feel broken and battered by laying down or remaining in the chair. After having fluids pumped through her veins and laying down for the better part of 2 hours for tests and transportation, she was ready to get out of there.

"Why did you stay?" She asked after a few moments of silence, her eyes finding Morrison's.


dirty.angel - 16-2-2012 at 09:09 AM
The warm water was trickling down her back when she felt John come into the shower. There wasn't a time when she thought that she even wanted to stop, there was nothing forced about it, nothing pressured. It just felt right. Her lips pressed against his in a passionate fashion. There was nothing else on her mind apart from him. She had no other thoughts, no other worries, he'd encompassed her thoughts, and there was nothing wrong with that.

His touch sent a shiver down her spine, it was different with John. As their lips touched, and hands roamed, the steam moved around them. It was all very romantic. If you thought really hard about it anyway. The feeling of having his strong body against hers made her feel safe, it made her feel protected. He wasn't going to hurt her, he wasn't going to do anything that she didn't want to do. But this, she definitely wanted this to happen. There was nothing in this world that could break them apart, nothing that could hurt them. She had the man of her dreams, and there they were embracing in the shower.

The water trickled over them, and she could feel his hands exploring her body. It was strange to have someone so close, it hadn't happened in such a long time. But the feeling that was moving through her muscles, through her body, it was indescribable. She managed to catch his lips, her fingertips tracing the muscles in his back. At least this was one way for him to warm down after a match.

*

" They've made ramps for wheelchairs now. It makes things travel faster" He retorted, getting comfortable on the chair provided in her suite. He could tell she wasn't used to someone staying. Someone caring. He shrugged when she asked him however, before he voiced his answer. Because he had to really think hard about it. " I stayed, and I came, because I really wanted to be here. I wasn't going to let you come alone, and I wasn't going to have you go through this by yourself." He knew that she'd been here before, and was aware that she was used to being here by herself. But still, he didn't think it was right to leave a lovely woman like her to go through something like this by herself.

" Plus, I needed to make sure that no one crazy turned up for round two." It was clear that Mickie was unstable, and who knew what she would do. Because no one had any idea that was what she'd do tonight. For all that everyone was aware, Mickie was Trish's biggest fan. Sitting cross legged on the chair he smiled at her. " At least you beat Chavo." He said with a shrug. " I mean, you put on an amazing match." Trish was a veteran, and although a woman, knew how to handle people in the ring. He had to admit, he wouldn't want to be in the ring against her. She was a powerful little pocket rocket.

" So, when do we find out if you can get out of here?" He asked her, the look on her face told him she wanted to be out of there as soon as possible. He hoped she wouldn't be benched. Surely they wouldn't clear her for the next nights RAW though. That wouldn't be right, or fair on her body. A concussion usually meant the next night off, at the very least. But after what Mickie did, maybe Trish wouldn't take no for an answer.

Yunalesca - 28-2-2012 at 09:07 AM
John wasn't sure how long they had been showering, but knew he needed to end it or he was going to do something he might regret. Not that he would ever regret sleeping with Elisha, but when he did he wanted it to be a little more special than in a shower after WrestleMania. Besides, they had to hit the strip still. Half the parties had started in the glitzier side of Detroit and they were going to be fashionably late, not that he was too concerned about that.

He parted from Elisha, breaking one of the longest kisses he'd had. He looked down at her and brushed her hair from her face. "In good time." He promised before kissing her forehead and turned away, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself.

***


"That's one of the nicer things anyone has done for me." She said to him and looked away as he went on about Mickie. She was still quite shocked that her 'friend' had turned on her. She should've seen the signs, really. She'd been rejected enough times. She probably thought she had a shot once Chavo was out of the picture, but then she saw Morrison coming in and lost it. Trish shook her head as she thought about it. She and John weren't doing a thing, but the girl had probably imagined a whole relationship.

She was about to answer him when the doctor came in. She sat up and looked him in the eye, biting her lip in the process. He was flipping through her scans and data sheets before taking a seat. "You can go home tonight, but I'm not clearing you for tomorrow. You can be re-evaluated in the morning if you like, but you're not the first wrestler I've dealt with and I know how you want to deal some payback."

"How..."

The doctor pointed to the television in the room. "Think it's closed circuit? I keep up with you guys even when I'm at work. No partying, just rest. Stay away from caffeine, I'm writing you a prescription. Take it every six hours as needed. Corporate has my orders sitting on their fax machine right now so don't think you can sneak around it. Go home." He said and left. She had to smile in spite of the bad news.


dirty.angel - 28-2-2012 at 10:03 AM
They parted lips, and she was well aware of what was coming next. And for good reason, first times with each other were meant to be a little more classy than in an arena shower after Wrestlemania. She turned her head to watch him go, and chuckled to herself somewhat, finishing off her shower, considering she'd been so rudely interrupted before. Turning off the water and grabbing her towel, she wrapped it around herself, and moved out to where her bag was. Now they were running late, and she still had to make herself look Diva worthy.

She headed back over to the mirror, and pulled her wet hair from her face. She'd deal with that later. It didn't take long, and she managed to straighten and dry her hair. Honestly she was never good at this kind of thing, but thankfully with the help of the other girls she was getting there. Rushing over to her bag, she pulled out a dark blue bandage dress, that of course, in true Diva fashion showed off all her assists. It wasn't slutty, but it showed just enough leg and just enough chest to make her comfortable. Honestly, she didn't know how Kelly wore some of the dresses that she did, and not show everyone what she had for breakfast.

Pulling on some heels, she packed up the rest of her belongings and looked across to him with a soft smile. " Fashionably late?" She asked with a chuckle, packing a small purse to take with her. The duffle bag she used was going to be a little heavier with a championship belt in there. " You take longer than me to get ready." She said with a laugh. 

Quite frankly, she couldn't wait to have a few drinks and celebrate. Even if she had to get up early for a radio appearance with John in the morning.

*

John was thankful he was there to listen to the doctors orders. Because he had a feeling that tomorrow Trish was going to push to be cleared. He knew he probably would have too, if he was in her position. " You hear that Stratus, no partying, and an early night." He said with a small chuckle. John figured that she wouldn't be heavy into caffiene anyway, the woman was the epitome of health. If you needed to know anything on how to clear out your system, how to be healthier, what you should eat to build more muscle, Trish knew the answer. She was the yoga goddess, although Morrison couldn't see himself trying to get himself into those flexible positions. He could jump and flip, but get him to bend a certain way, that was off the cards.

" And not only do corporate know, I do too." He said with a small laugh, slowly standing from the chair. " If I hear that you've gone out to that Wrestlemania party Miss. Stratus, I'm going to be very disappointed in you." He was only teasing, but he knew she'd listen to the doctor. On some level, every wrestler knew their bodies limits. Some had overstepped them and learnt the hard way. Morrison hoped he never did that, but he had a feeling that on some level, he'd push himself too far. 

" And if you would like some company this even, I will happily sit and watch a movie with you while you fall in and out of a good and bad headache." He said with a small chuckle.

Yunalesca - 3-4-2012 at 07:49 AM
While Elisha had been getting ready John had taken a moment to sit on the couch and stare at the championship belt. He hadn't been sure he would be able to keep it from Shawn. The belt had become a part of him and he really didn't know how he would feel if he lost it. He had fought so hard for so long to get it and to have it gone in the blink of an eye?

He shook his head and gently laid the leather back in his bag and pulled out the shirt for the night. He was just slipping into the dark plaid over his gray tee when his girl emerged, looking better and better every time he saw her. He laughed at her comment and shrugged his shoulders as he struggled to not lose his breath. She stole it from him every time she entered the room.

"Didn't you ever hear the saying 'save the best for last'?" He asked her as he carefully pressed his hands to the side of her face and kissed her, his need still not sated despite the shower make out session. He removed his hands and looked into her eyes with a smile. "I don't even care if we're late." He said before picking up his bag and holding the door open for her. She may be prideful enough to handle her own bag, but she wouldn't turn down door service.

He threw his bag in the trunk of the escalade he'd rented for the night, waiting for Elisha's bag to take a spot next to his before closing the lid. He gave her a mischievous grin before getting behind the wheel. He preferred to have something that fit his needs and nothing over the top, but he couldn't pass the suv up when he saw it. He'd indulge for one night.

*****


She rolled her eyes as John joked to her, trying to remember he was just trying to help. She wanted to be cleared even though she could physically feel she wasn't ready to get in the ring again yet. She might not be cleared, but she could still be at the show. She wasn't going to just disappear because of it. There were too many things she could miss if she stayed away tomorrow night. As mortified as she was about the gestures Mickie had made, and the kiss she had forced on her, she wasn't going to let it keep her away. She wiped at her lips as though the girl's saliva was still there. She felt her cheeks flush as she became both embarrassed and angered at the same time.

"I'm not really the partying type." She said to him with a half smile as she pushed herself off the bed and stretched her back out. She just needed a good nights sleep, something she hadn't had for some time, at least since everything had hit the fan and she learned she was wrestling Chavo. She almost smiled at the thought. She may have gotten her ass kicked, but she had still come out the winner. He wouldn't forget that, nobody would forget that.

She was grabbing the papers the doctor had left for her when John chimed in about joining her for the night. She stopped mid motion and gave him a puzzled look. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She'd been hanging out with him quite a bit lately, but to have him alone in her suite? She didn't know if that was the best of ideas. She didn't necessarily want to go back to the hotel and think about the fun she was missing, but she didn't really picture herself spending the night with Morrison. Even if he was just a friend it made her uneasy. It reminded her of the chance she had given Chavo, to come back to her house with her, and how he had crushed her down soon after. She didn't see Morrison as a future boyfriend, but regardless.

She straightened and bit her lip as she faced him, her head tilting to the side. "I don't know. You'll miss your friends and someone would notice the both of us not being present at the party. It just doesn't sound like the best of ideas..." She said, trying to smooth it out as best she could. Inside she could feel her gut tightening at the thought of repeating a past mistake. Even if he won't be my boyfriend...


dirty.angel - 4-4-2012 at 11:08 AM
Her duffle was heavier, and her arms were tired. It surprisingly took a lot to toss the duffle into the back of the Escalade. She was certainly surprised to see that he had rented the rather indulgent car. Her phone had been buzzing since her match, from friends and family congratulating her on the win. She'd deal with that in the morning, because honestly she wanted the night of Wrestlemania to never end. Pulling herself into the passenger seat, she gave a loving glance across to her man, the weight that had been lifted off her shoulders was immense, but she could never imagine how much lighter John felt. 

She let her hands rest together, and she nervously picked at her well manicured nails. It wasn't that she was nervous, it was that she was trying to settle. Everything had been racing and she just needed to settle. " You look happy." She finally announced with a smile. " I like it when you're happy." She was more so trying to say that she liked it when it was like this. When they didn't have to worry about anyone else, when no one put themselves into their relationship, or added stress. At least Elisha could relate, because she felt so much happier now this whole saga was over.

" It's so good to relax" She admitted, sitting back into the comfortable seat with a smile, she rolled her shoulders back and allowed them to crack before taking a deep breath. She could see the heap of fans waiting to get a sight of their favourite superstar. By the look of the time, and the crowd, John and Elisha were probably the last two to arrive. It was certainly a nice feeling to see their fans still waiting for them, even if they were fashionably late.

*

He wasn't going to tell her that he was a little hurt, he didn't see the big deal honestly. They were hanging out together right now, in a hospital. The only difference was, it'd be in a hotel suite. But he got it. He understood. She didn't want to get hurt, and she didn't know what his intentions were. Honestly, he had none. They were friends. Yes, he liked her company, and he liked spending time with her, but he knew that nothing was going to happen. She'd recently been hurt, and he'd recently broken up with someone who could get rather psychotic. He moved his own hair out of his face and offered her a gracious smile.

" Hey, no stress." He told her with a small grin. " I just didn't want you to be alone when everyone was with each other." He explained simply. " But you should probably rest anyway." He said simply, standing up to get ready to go. He grabbed his own stuff, thankful that he had his hoodie with him, it was getting cold out. " I'll probably head to the party and pass on that you're okay." He explained to her with a nod, as he opened up the door for her. " Which means you should get a whole nights sleep to yourself without any rude interruptions." He was playing it down that he was disappointed. More so that she didn't trust him enough to do hang out with her in a hotel room. The rumours about him weren't that bad!

yunalesca

John had taken Elisha's hand in his about halfway to the club they were to meet at. He couldn't help but glance over at her every now and then, seeing her glow with that post-win shine. "How could I not be happy with you here?" He said to her before pulling into the private lot, already jammed full of cars similar to his own. He got out and walked around the other side to open the door for his lady. He offered her his hand and helped her down to the pavement, shutting the door with his other hand.

"Ready for this?" He asked her with a smile before starting forward with her hand still in his. When they got inside several people turned and started to clap at the arrival of the two champions, the two that were at the top of their division. John laughed at the 'you're late' looks and lifted his hand in a wave before making his way to the bar. He had released Elisha's hand halfway across the floor as several superstars shook his hand and congratulated him. It was an honor for him to be in their good graces, knowing he had finally gained respect as the locker room general.

When he reached the bar at last he turned back to look at his girl, shining under the dance lights. He turned back to the bartender and decided he would make the night start off interesting. "Two Four Horsemen, an Appletini and A Hole In One, please." He asked, waiting for Elisha to come to him.

****


Trish gave him a soft smile, feeling the knot inside her loosen as he seemed to take it gracefully. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she really felt like being alone for a little while. He seemed nice enough, but she still remembered the demeanor he had come to the Fed with and even though he had proved to be a good friend as of late, she still didn't completely believe the transformation was complete. She had to know him for longer than she had before she could full out trust him like that.

She stepped through the door as he opened it for her, still thinking about the altercations they had gotten into before. Sometimes you found friends in the least likeliest of places. She hoped that was the case here, but until she could be for sure on that she would hold off and keep her guard up. She appreciated his presence during that scary time she thought her career might end, but now her head was straight and she remembered how quickly people turned on each other. Look at what had happened between her and Chavo...

She turned to John before reaching the check out counter, hands sliding into her pant pockets in a nervous gesture. "Thanks again. My cab is probably already here, or will be by the time I get this paperwork done." She said, head gesturing slightly to the check out counter. She winced slightly as she felt pain shoot through her neck at the simply head movement. Yeah, she would have to sit it out tomorrow. "I'd say give Elisha a hug for me, but John might kick your ass." She joked, remembering that Morrison had won the MINB match. "Catch you tomorrow..." She said with a slight smile before turning to the counter and looking over the forms the secretary handed up to her.

[Yunalesca]

sted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 11:04 AM

As they entered to a round of applause, Elisha felt her cheeks flush slightly. It was always great to be recognised by your peers. She walked through the dance floor, stopping to hug a few people who wanted to congratulate her. She'd knocked Melina off her perch, and now she was at the top. Tonight wasn't about thinking, it wasn't about being tactical or strategic. It was about having fun, probably having a few too many drinks, and enjoying not having to worry about anything. Her father and her boyfriend had left anything and everything in the ring, and now she was free to smile without worrying about anyone. After finally getting away from everybody's hugs, she reached the bar, slipping an arm around John's waist as he waited for their drinks.

" Looks like I'm partying with the Champ tonight." She smirked, watching as the shots were set up on the counter top. She had to admit that in the whole time that they had been dating, he hadn't gone out much. Elisha certainly respected his focus and determination but it was nice to be out with him. It was nice to be out with him when he was letting lose. Although she was sure that he wouldn't go crazy. They had a radio interview in the morning, and no one wanted to be hungover for that. But none the less she could see it getting at least a little crazy, and after their little shower session Elisha had to admit, she didn't know what the night had instore for them.

As the other drinks were passed across the bar top to them, she smiled and picked up her shot. " A toast?" She questioned with a grin. " To Wrestlemania, Championships and Us." She said simply waiting for him to chink her glass, and look her in the eye. As she downed the liquid quickly, and she felt the burn down her throat. " You know, it's seven years bad sex when you don't look someone in the eye at cheers." She laughed, turning to place her back against the bar, scoping out the room.

She took a sip from her appletini and pushed off the counter top slightly. " And I will be seeing you, out there." She giggled, pointing to the dance floor, before she sauntered off towards the area where everyone seemed to be dancing and having fun. She'd leave John to have his conversations with the other guys, chat about 'Mania and catch up on the 'guy talk' that they never got around to. Elisha was too busy dancing, laughing and joking to take much notice. She went back to the bar a good three or four times to top up her own drink. It was sweet of John to get her the apple flavoured goodness, but she couldn't go past a good Gin and soda, plus a few shots of coffee patron on the side. As long as there was no vomitting she'd be fine. The last thing she wanted was for her boyfriend to be holding her hair back as she prayed to the porcelain gods.

*

He could tell that she was trying to be sweet and not hurt his feelings. But he understood. John wasn't easy to trust, and he didn't blame Trish for not wanting to. He'd come to the Fed with a bad attitude. He'd given lip, stabbed people in the back and he'd stepped on anyone and everyone. A lot of guys still hated him for that. " Just message me when you get back, so I know you got home safe." He said simply, clapping her on the shoulder softly. He didn't want to hurt her anymore. He laughed again and nodded his head. " I'll just give her a high five or something. I'll leave the hugging for you tomorrow." He chuckled, beginning to walk off down the corridor and out the glass doors of the hospital.

He'd worry about her all night, and he'd worry until she got better. But she didn't want him around. Trish didn't need him. And why would she? She'd spent her whole career looking after herself. He'd be no help to her. Hell, he probably needed her more than she needed him at this point. He got into a cab and directed it back to the hotel. He needed to shower and change before he went and joined the party. Which he was sure was in full swing. He'd heard along the grapevine that the boys were going to do their best to get Cena into some heavy drinking, that guy was so straight all the time that it was about time he loosened up, and what better night than the night he was celebrating keeping his title and beating his father in law?

Morrison changed into his good pair of jeans and a plain black button down. He slipped on his nice leather shoes and headed out the hotel room and back towards the cab rank. He liked the fact that the company was paying for everything tonight. He'd hate to think of the size of the tab at the end of the evening.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 11:04 AM
John downed the shot, unable to help the cringing as it burned down his throat and threatened to come back up in a fierce recall. He had to laugh as Elisha commented on bar etiquette he had never heard before. A Texas thing? "I did not know that." He laughed as he sipped off his drink to dissipate the burning in his throat and now his stomach. He was not a heavy drinker and had intention to take it easy. He could celebrate, but the worst thing he could do was to cause himself a hangover and do something stupid while drunk. Vince didn't need an excuse to strip him of the belt, and he would if John managed to disgrace the company tonight. It was unnerving how he had to always keep things on his mind, but it was the weight a champion bore, something his lady would figure out soon enough.

She sauntered off to the dance floor, looking like she belonged as she shuffled up to a few of the divas. He was glad for her. Being a second gen star could cause problems in the locker room, but it seemed she had found her niche. He took another drag off his Hole in One as he watched Morrison enter the bar. His eyes followed him for a few moments before Kofi sauntered over with a few shots in hand. Obliging, John took one and shook his head as recognized it as a Jaegerbomb. He knew what he was in for this night. He looked up to find Morrison again, but the kid had disappeared. There were two reasons he had to keep an eye on him. One, he was the runner up now, able to come at Cena with a cash in at any time. Two, he had taken a liking to Trish. John was not one to interfere in affairs, but he knew she was close with Elisha and he didn't want to have to witness another Chavo accident.

*****


Trish made it back to room with little trouble, though the painkillers were keeping her a bit loopy. It took her about three tries to get the keycard into the slot. With a growl she shoved the door open as it dinged and blinked green for entry. She tossed the doctors papers on the nightstand and flopped into the soft bed, her neck protesting at the abrupt altitude change. She felt her eyes closing and she dozed for a few minutes before jerking awake at a text. She dug her hand into her jeans and pulled out her phone to see a text from Stacy. She responded with a few words, not fully aware of what she was saying or what had been texted to her, the meds were doing their work.

Barely remembering, she flipped open her phone again and found Morrison's number, slowly texting a 'got back' message with a short thank you at the end. The drowsiness wouldn't shake, so she stripped down in the most unsexy way ever, looking like she was half blasted drunk while trying to get her clothes off and slip into pj's. She almost fell out of her pants as she kicked them off and slipped into some fuzzy ones for sleeping. She crawled under the covers and was asleep almost instantly, forgetting she hadn't eaten in hours or that she had come off a huge win. Nothing mattered but the calming sleep that finally took her.

Posted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 11:04 AM
Maybe it was a few too many drinks into the night. The minutes seemed to tick by quickly, and the night passed in what seemed to be a rush. It felt like just moments ago that she'd been at the bar with John having their shot, to now, dancing, with the other diva's on some kind of stage like contraption. It was a sight that most young gentlemen would dream of. Five or six clearly inebriated WWE Diva's dancing around. Who wouldn't want to see that? More so, how many would try their chances? Thankfully Elisha didn't have to deal with any drunk mid-cards and Superstars trying their luck. Maybe that was a plus to dating the Face of WWE?

Glasses had been exchanged for bottles, classy with straws. But Elisha knew. The voice in the back of her head reminded her that she was a champion now, and she didn't want to make a wrong impression on the first night. However, this was a party, this was a Wrestlemania party and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to enjoy herself. She sipped from the WWE specially branded Wrestlemania champagne bottle, through the WWE straw and continued to dance. You'd think with all the branding that was going on, WWE was trying to sell them something. But any chance Vince had to put WWE branding on something, he took it. Stepping down off the platform, she moved past some of the others. Already, Elisha had helped Layla to the bathrooms, and she just hoped that wasn't her soon. Maybe girls just couldn't hold their drink like a Texan could? Her butt found a seat at the bar, and she placed the half drank champagne bottle onto the wooden bar top. The young blonde needed water. She managed to pour some water from a jug into her glass, and happily took a sip of the clear liquid, that truly was a lifesaver. But of course, it wasn't long until she was back on the dance floor. Even if people were leaving the party was still going, and until her man wanted to go home, she'd dance until the sun came up. But with a radio interview in the morning, no doubt they'd be leaving soon.

Wherever the hell John was, Elisha wondered if he was having as much fun as she was.

*

Morrison slipped around the guys, noticing them doing their round of bombs with a grin. Everyone was on the same page at least. Get Cena loose, get him to have a good time. Because damn, he needed it. He no doubt needed to have a little bit of fun. Everyone saw the one side of Cena these days. Apparantly, so Morrison had heard, when Cena was climbing the ranks, and when he first made it big, he wasn't such a robot. He was cool. He would come out with the guys after RAW and have a laugh. He'd come out to the bar and have a drink every once in a while. Morrison had to wonder if he would ever see that side to Cena. He doubted it. After all, Cena was the Champ, The Chain Gang Soldier, The Leader of Cenation, the most charismatic Fruity Pebble you'd ever come across.

As time passed, and jokes and laughs were exchanged, slowly the group of males moved to sit in one of the booths. Alcohol already set out for them, and the perfect view of the dance floor to watch over, and have a good perve every so often. But hell, none of them were putting their eyes on Lil' Michaels. Oh hell no. Morrison poured Cena another drink, and swapped the full one out for the almost empty one. He, like some of the others were determined to have fun tonight.

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 11:05 AM
John leaned back against the bartop and watched the divas take the stage, their numbers dwindling slowly as they made trips to the bathroom to empty their stomachs. They'd hurt tomorrow, but most of them didn't have anything to worry about so a hangover would be just fine. He was beckoned to a large booth to sit and drink with some of the other top stars, or rather, the younger top stars anyway. Gone were the days when Take, Trips, and Rock ruled the after party. He looked up at Elisha to see her helping a diva back to the bathroom. When his eyes averted back he saw he had another full beer and some lime colored shot in front of him. He bit his tongue and laughed it off in his head before downing the shot and chasing it with what tasted like PBR.

They would push him to his limits tonight, but he had to figure out a way to make it appear he was drinking while he really wasn't. It was starting to hit him and he couldn't afford to go home still drunk. He turned to Morrison and thought about saying something, but stopped himself. It was the alcohol taking over his brain. he used what little control he had left and forced himself to keep quiet. Tonight was a time to celebrate and relax. Let bygones be bygones if you will. Tomorrow would be a new day which meant Morrison would then be his enemy. Tonight he would keep his mouth shut and try to enjoy himself.

"So, when's the question getting popped?" Yelled Kofi over the table and music. John about choked on his beer as he registered what had just been asked. He paused for a moment to regain some composure before turning to the kid.

"Think I'm crazy enough to ask Shawn's princess? If it was just between me and her I probably could see that happening, but having to ask that of her dad is ground I'm not walking on. I may have won tonight, but I remember the old Shawn and I know how he can play the game. He invented it. I won't mess with that." He said simply, wondering where a question like that had come from.

*****


Trish slept heavily for most of the night, not even dreaming. Around 4 in the morning she began to toss and turn, however. She kept picturing Mickie's face as she stood over her once idol, dangling the women's title. There was nothing the blonde could do as she watched another woman walk away with her title. She finally rolled over and watched Mickie walk up the ramp, her breath catching as superstars came filing out to stand next to Mickie. All faces she recognized. All faces of those who'd hurt her and told her she would never make it. She saw Lita, Chris, Chavo, and Stephanie McMahon. She saw Melina and Sunny. All those who had spat in her face and kicked her when she was down. She turned her gaze away to hide from the memories, but they only got worse the more she tried to ignore them.

She was seeing her battle with Victoria in a street fight, seeing Jazz tear her to pieces and the blonde getting up to fight harder, and seeing herself go through a table at the hand of the Dudley's. These were memories of who she had been, what life had been like before she let it beat her down. What she had gone through while clawing her way to the top. Would she just sit by and let it all beat her now? It sure felt like that was what she was doing. She stared down her fears and felt herself wake up.

Trish sat up, taking in a gasp of air as she woke. She looked around and realized she was in her hotel room. She glanced down at her hands and saw she was shaking. Swallowing hard she locked her eyes on the wall before her. She saw her dream flash in front of her eyes again and felt something in her stir. She wasn't going to go out peacefully. Her competitors saw her weakening and took advantage. No, she would come back from this stronger than ever. Hungrier than ever. She might disappear for a while, even, but she would be back with a new attitude. She felt that heal persona rising up inside her once again. She might lose some fans for what she was going to do, but she had to be on top again. She would have to fight her friend some day, but she would tear through the ranks of women before then. A match with Elisha would be tame compared to what she envisioned for the competitors. She lay back down and almost smiled before she fell asleep. A new age of Trish Stratus was coming.

Posted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 11:05 AM
Morrison watched Cena enjoy the drinks that they were setting in front of The Champ. Tonight was for celebrating and honestly they all wanted to see him after a few drinks. " You were crazy enough to date her in the first place." He pointed out with a chuckle, sipping from his gin. " Or you know, you could just not ask Shawn and do it anyway. Elope, go to Vegas or something…." He suggested, really rather jokingly. As cute as Elisha and Cena were, how well did they really work. Were they really going to last? Sure, they'd lasted this long, but things were only going to get harder now both were champions.

Morrison's eyes scanned the room, watching as numerous people hooked up with each other. They were on the road with each other all the time, what did people expect. Sure, some people were worse than others, some chose to ignore their vows and that usually got them in trouble, that was for sure. Mind you, dating was just as bad, he'd experienced that himself. The Melina wound was still fresh, and it still stung sometimes. But it was for the best, she was ruining his reputation, everything he worked for, he couldn't let that happen anymore. He wanted to be John Cena, the guy the company relied on, and with a woman like Melina behind him that wasn't going to happen. Maybe with someone like Trish, but she'd never be behind him. It'd be the other way around, he could guarantee that.

He sat back in the couch contently and listened to the others speak, poking Cena about his relationship. Lets face it, most of the guys had wondered what that girl was like in the sack. She was someone you couldn't talk to, you couldn't approach, even before she was with Cena, because she was HBK's little princess.

*

Elisha was holding back Eve's hair as she hurled, the look on her face was enough to tell everyone this wasn't a pretty sight. It was horrible. Maybe this was why people stopped drinking, or why John didn't drink that much. " Just don't get any on my shoes." She mumbled, continuing to gross herself out. It took a while, but Elisha and Eve finally made it out of the bathrooms and Elisha was quick to break away. She needed to get some air, she needed to just take in everything. Slipping through groups of people, she made her way outside, offering a small smile to those who'd broken their exercise regime and were enjoying a cigarette or two. She didn't feel overly great, and figured it was best to stay outside. She wasn't going to hurl, hell, she wasn't that drunk. Elisha was a full blooded Texan there was no way a couple of drinks would take her down. It was the adrenaline wearing off and the worry kicking in. How many targets was she really going to have on her back?

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 11:05 AM
John peered at Morrison out of the corner of his eye after the eloping comment. He had never thought of that, hell he'd never even thought of weddings until just now. They weren't ready for that, were they? How long had they been together? He didn't even know anymore. The days moved by so fast that he couldn't even remember when he had asked her to be his girl. It was a distant memory. They could have been together for a year for all he knew. "A gentleman would never do that." He said to Morrison before his gaze slipped away to follow Elisha retreating outside for some fresh air. "She deserves more then that. I don't intend to be a repeat of Stephanie and Hunter." He said simply before standing and removing himself from the table for a moment. He didn't know why, but talking of a wedding unnerved him. Or maybe it was Morrison stating they should elope. It could be the alcohol.

He felt rather uneasy by the eloping comment, he figured. It made him feel a little shady toward his would be competitor. His concern for Trish piqued before he shot it back down. She was a smart girl and knew better. She'd been in the business longer and wasn't apt to make the same mistake...3 times? He shook his head and made for the mens room to splash his face down. The alcohol was affecting his mood and he needed to sober up. He left his glass of beer on the counter and made for the outdoors to gain some air.

He stopped and looked at Elisha a moment before slipping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, putting her into him. "Let's get out of here..." He said in her ear. "I'm too old for this," he joked, though he really felt the need to leave. He wouldn't want to tear her away from the fun, but he felt damn uncomfortable now and just wanted to get away with her.

Posted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 11:06 AM
It was just nice to have some fresh air, because to be honest much longer in a booze filled, sweaty, smoking club and she herself was going to hurl. When John's arms found his way around her, she pressed her body back against his and smiled softly. " I think that's a good idea." She agreed, her head resting back slightly on his chest. She stayed there for a few moments before slipping out of his grip and turning to press a soft kiss to his beer tasting lips. " I'll go say bye to a few people, and meet you at the door."

Elisha slipped back into the club, and moved around finding the people she needed to say bye to. Her parents had left well into the night to make sure the kids were alright, so she hadn't needed to worry about that. The girls were trying to make her stay, however she knew she had radio in the morning and the last thing she needed to be doing was praying to the porcelain gods when she was sharing a room with her boyfriend. She moved back to find John, her hand slipping into his, offering him a wide grin. " Lets go!"

Within moments of stepping out of the loud club, and for once not being greeted by screaming fans that required attention, something in Elisha relaxed, her shoulders relaxed slightly and she didn't feel as tense. It was a nice feeling to be honest. " You okay?" She asked casually, glancing at him. Something wasn't sitting right with him, she could tell. Had someone said something? Was he just worried about the morning? So many questions and no answers.

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 11:06 AM
John silently followed her inside and said his sparse goodbyes to the guys he had been hanging with at the bar. A few gave him cat calls and he waved them off with a laugh. He would not defile Elisha's honor hours after beating her father to keep his title. They hadn't consummated their relationship just yet, but he wanted to hold off a bit longer. He wanted things to slow down a bit first. They had just both come off of wins at the grandest stage of them all and that was a big enough high for himself. He paused a moment as he was passing Morrison. He started to say something, then stopped, then couldn't help himself, probably because of the alcohol.

"Hey, she can handle herself, but I just want to make sure you know she has friends in high places. Whatever's going on is none of my business, but since you're a competitor my eyes are on you already. Don't mess anything up." He warned slightly before patting the guy on the back and laughing a little. He tried to end it a little lightheartedly, remembering the shit he had gone through when he had started coming up the ranks. He would have to keep both eyes on the young gun. For his sake, and possibly for Trish's.

He found Elisha's hand as they walked out amongst hoots and hollers from a few wrestlers. His attention returned to his girlfriend when she spoke to him and he half shrugged. She was getting better at reading him and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. "It's nothin. Just gotta keep my eyes on someone. Party's over." He said with a short laugh. Forgetting had been nice for a few hours, but his focus was returning. Nobody became champ and just relaxed at the top. That's when you got knocked off the perch and it was a hell of a hard battle to get back to the top. Jumping through contract hoops. He didn't want to do that again.

Their cab arrived and John opened the door for his girl before slipping in next to her. He took her hand and smiled at her as the cab started for their hotel. "We're a power couple now."

[Yunalesca]

sted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 11:06 AM
She was amazed at how quickly his focus returned. Honestly, she wasn't surprised. He was at the top and couldn't afford any stupid mistakes. But then, wasn't she? " Fair enough." She agreed, sitting back to get comfortable in the chair. " Can't say I was looking forward to holding back another weave." She joked, cuddling up slightly against him in the backseat. It was nice to just relax for a night, but she could tell that John's mind was already ticking over back into work mode. You never stopped if you were champ, clearly.

" Of course we are." It was a title she'd better get used to, no doubt wrestling publications would be calling them that now. They probably thought that Elisha's win wasn't legit, that it was orchestrated to push Cena's image. Hell, they were probably speculating that the whole relationship was fake. It's not like the WWE hadn't done it before. She nestled into her spot between his arm and his shoulder, and chuckled somewhat. " Can you deal with that title?" She joked. But the pressure was on, what would happen if she lost her title? What would happen with them? Surely, John wouldn't leave her because she lost. He'd been with her without a title, why would he leave? But it was a thought that scared her enough to keep her on her toes, that was for damn sure.

As the cab pulled up, she happily pulled out some notes to pay, ensuring that he kept the change before she slipped out of the yellow vehicle. It was almost a strange occurrence to arrive somewhere like the hotel and have no screaming fans there. No one begging for a photo or an autograph, but it was empty. There were no screams, no hollers. Nothing. She stepped into the foyer, after carefully, and nearly walking into the rotating glass door of the hotel. She let out a laugh at herself, and continued on through, moving to press the little lift button. " We've got an early start in the morning." She frowned, not only did they have radio, but surely their own morning workouts before more post Wrestlemania appearances, not to mention getting ready for Raw. Elisha hated mornings, especially early mornings, she'd never get used to that 5:30am wake up call.

The lift opened, and she stepped in, waiting for John to join her before she pressed their floor button. " I hate elevator music." She mused, as the boring, flute solo sounded through the small, moving, metal elevator. She could feel her phone buzzing with text messages, and pulled it out to read them, before promptly putting it back in her bag. No, she wasn't going back. No, she wasn't going to leave John at the hotel. Crazy, drunk bitches.

" You have the key." She pointed out as she looked in her bag for the small plastic card, arriving at their door.

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 11:07 AM
John looked over at her and laughed as she asked him if he could handle being a power couple. "I handled being teamed up with B2. This should be a walk in the park!" He said with another laugh and pulled her closer, arm wrapped around her shoulders as the car moved on silently to their hotel. His mind drifted in the silence, thinking about the future, and about whether or not Elisha would be expecting anything tonight. They'd come off major wins and she might want to make it an even better night. Could he do handle that? He was more than capable, but he wondered if it would be the right time for that.

He slipped out of the cab and let Elisha pay the tab since she was insistent on it. He scanned the hotel surroundings and saw not a single fan in sight. Something new to him, or at least new since the last five years. Had he been on top that long? He could barely remember anymore. They said you always remember your first win of gold, but he could barely recall now. Things had been so wild he was surprised he kept anything straight.

They moved through the lobby and to the elevator, John simply nodding at her early morning comment. Another day at the office. He smiled slightly as the doors opened and they stepped in. He looked over at her as they rode in silence, taking in her beauty. He turned his gaze away and swallowed hard. How had he ever gotten so lucky?

"Right." He said as they reached the door and he pulled out his billfold, fingers sliding the keycard out and slipping it into the slot. The door blinked green and he pushed it open to enter the suite that had been booked for the night. He tossed the wallet on the nightstand and turned to Elisha, brushing the hair from her face. "Did I tell you just how beautiful you looked tonight?" He asked before kissing her neck softly.

Posted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 11:07 AM

Moving into the hotel room, Elisha ran her own fingers through her hair, in an attempt to clear her mind. It would have been nice not to think about things too much, it would have been nice not to think about what was coming up the following day. But that would have been too easy. It wouldn't have been what she signed up for. Her thoughts were interrupted however by her boyfriend. A man she was so lucky to have in her life. How could she have gotten so lucky? How had she managed to land herself a guy like John? She was sure that many people would have loved to have been where she was standing, and there was no doubt numerous women who wanted to take her place, but she'd be damned if she was going to let that happen. There were already rumours about the legitimacy of their relationship, websites questioned them, blogs, fans, everyone. Sure, it was always going to happen, but it would be nice sometimes to not have to face that.

The one person she never had to question, the one person she didn't have to consider the legitimacy of was John. Sometimes she might have been in her own head, she might have worried in her own mind, but for now she knew that he was here, that he wanted to be with her. What more could she want? He loved her, he took care of her, he protected her, there was nothing more she could want or need.

" Even if you did, I'd be happy to hear it again." She giggled slightly, her arms found themselves slipping around his waist. Her body was close to his, and for once she found herself not thinking. She didn't think about what John was thinking, what was meant to be right, what was meant to be wrong, tomorrow or her match earlier. There was no thinking. Within moments, her lips crashed against his, and she allowed herself to just let go and let the moment take them.

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 11:07 AM
John looked down at her, smiling as she flirted with him. He was about to murmur 'you're beautiful' when her lips found his. It was fierce and he felt himself being pressed up against the wall. His hands rested on her hips and he kissed her back, a voice in the back of his head telling him to stop, slow her down before he fell off the deep end. But he was finding it hard to obey the wisdom.

He broke from her, his breath sounding raspy as he tried to gather words. His hands rested on her shoulders to hold her back as he tried talking sense into her, and himself. "We shouldn't..." he started, but never finished as he pressed a kiss on her, turning the tables as he spun her and pressed her up against the wall. His hands ran down her thighs before sliding back up, her dress coming up with them. His fingers caressed the smooth skin of her bare thighs before he lifted her up and pressed himself closer, his mouth finding her neck.

He tore himself away from her intoxicating scent for a moment once again, that warning screaming in the back of his mind. He looked in her eyes and tried reading her, knowing his own were laced with desire as his adrenaline pumped in anticipation. "Is this...what you want?" He asked of her, his voice raspy and breathy as he tried controlling himself to keep from taking her right there before getting her permission. He wanted her to say yes, but he could stop himself if she said no. He could never force himself on her.

Posted by: starlight. May 18 2013, 11:08 AM
The adrenaline that was pumping through her veins was incredible. She hadn't seen this side of John before, and to be honest, she loved it. Her back hit the wall and his touch sent an electricity through her. This was no doubt what she'd been wanting for a long time. But a true gentleman always asked, and she wasn't surprised when he did so. But there was no chance this was not happening. Her fingers had already started on his buttons and when he stopped, she looked him in the eye, a small grin appearing on her lips.

" Like you have no idea" She told him softly, her lips moving to press rather passionately on his. He was taking charge, and getting what he wanted, there wasn't a chance in the world that she would say no. Her fingers rested on his bare chest, her finger tips teasingly tracing down his torso. With ease she kicked off the high shoes she'd been wearing all night, her attention never leaving the man she had with her. There was no doubt in her mind that this was right, he'd been wanting to wait for the right time, and it appeared that this was it. And why wouldn't it be? What better timing that both winning at Wrestlemania.

But none of that even mattered at this point, all that mattered was them, that they were together and they were getting what they wanted. Their lips crashed together and hands were roaming, since their shower back at the arena Elisha wanted nothing more than her man. A soft murmur of pleasure escaped her lips as he found the sweet spot on her neck. If it was possible she pressed her body closer to him, letting him take control. He was in charge, and she was going with the moment, because this felt that damn good.

Posted by: yunalesca May 18 2013, 11:08 AM
He looked at her as she told him the yes he wanted to hear. He nodded slightly to her before her lips found his again and he kissed her with intensity, feeling her fingers tease down to his belt. He parted for a second for air and let one of his hands reach around the back of her and start gently pulling on her dress zipper, the other still gripping her left thigh. Her frame stayed supported by that and his pressing her against the wall. The dress zipper reached its end and his hand returned to her thigh.

He slowly let her down, his hands staying where they were so he felt her panty line beneath his fingers before he switched to the straps of her dress, slipping them off her shoulders and following them down until they were at her waist. He let her strip him down to his boxers before he picked her up again and took her to the bed. He looked her over for a moment, scanning her lying there in her underwear, before straddling her and kissing her neck again.

He nipped at the skin while his hands slid up her abdomen and to the front of her bra, teasing her through the fabric.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:12 AM
Now she was glad she hadn't got herself completely totalled at the party. It had been so apparent that John had been waiting for the right time, he'd been waiting, maybe to make sure that this was meant to be. That this was real. Whatever the reason was, she was glad they hadn't rushed into things. As for now, all the pent up tension between them was being dealt with. Hands roamed, and clothes were left behind as they made it to the place where magic happened.

The teasing four play soon stopped, and the two of them made love the only way a couple should. There was no awkwardness, no conscious thoughts as the two consummated their relationship. Surely by the way Elisha trained, John should have known she was an endurance kind of girl. It was safe to say, neither probably needed to go to the gym. After all, this was the best kind of exercise, right?

It was no doubt the early hours of the morning, as Elisha head fell against the pillow as she attempted to catch her breath. God knows how many times she'd taken the Lords name in vain that night. She let out one long breath to steady herself, her eyes looking across to the man next to her in the bed. How did she get so lucky? She pulled the sheets around her slightly, swallowing hard. She didn't even know what to say after all of that. But she was sure that rounds two and three had just been as good as the first time.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:12 AM
John rested his head against the pillow, eyes closing for a few moments as he replayed the events of the last few hours. He had teased her until she begged him to stop, so he let her flip him over and do the same to him. Foreplay had stopped not long after that as his hands found the back to her bra and hers found the elastic waistband of his boxers. So they had found their way back to being naked together again, only this time they let themselves indulge. The first time had been slow and gentle, surprisingly enough, since he didn't want to hurt her.

Once they had both made it their, she had slid off him and lay resting beside him. He did the same momentarily before rolling over and slipping under the sheets. He had wanted to do this for a long time and finally did so, which led to round two. Round three had taken a little longer, but once her hand touched him he was ready again and took charge, their love making more fierce this final time.

His eyes opened and he rolled on his side, arm draping over Elisha and using his strength, he pulled her against him until they were almost one flesh again. He liked how it felt to have her naked body pressed against him, so close. He brushed the hair away from her neck and gently kissed her on the collarbone, leaving a trail to her shoulders, then finally kissing her on the cheek. His left hand pressed against her belly and his thumb rubbed light circles around her navel.

"I love you." He said, eyes closing again as he recalled her moaning his name, and he saying hers in return. He couldn't recall any other woman making him feel this way. Any other woman getting him there like she did. He opened them again and sighed against her shoulder. "Your dad is going to kill me." He said with a soft laugh.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:12 AM
It was as if they fit perfectly together as they lay in bed. She placed her hand over his and smiled, curling up slightly. You couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She rolled her shoulders back, and relaxed into his frame. " I love you too." She told him softly. She did. No one had ever made her feel the way he did, no one had ever loved her quite like him, it was something she never wanted to lose. Ever.

She let out a soft laugh, and gently shook her head. " I'd really prefer if you kept my father out of our sex life." She laughed, turning to face him with a small grin. Her hand rested on his chest, and she lifted her chin slightly to press a tender kiss on his lips. She had no more words, 'I love you' didn't even cover how she felt about him. She turned back and closed her eyes. They'd only get a couple of hours shut eye before they had to be awake, but to be honest it was well worth it. This was definitely one Wrestlemania she was sure to remember, and she'd made damn sure that he would to.

Finally closing her eyes, she kept her hands resting on his as she slowly fell asleep. There was nothing more she could want from the day that was.

[Yunalesca]

sted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:13 AM
John laughed at her comment on her father, knowing in his mind that somehow he would find out. His little girl was grown and could handle herself, but he wouldn't see it that way. John sighed and decided to cross that bridge when he came to it. Hopefully it would never come up. He yawned and pulled Elisha close to him and fell asleep holding her hand, lights on and clothes everywhere.



He woke up to Elisha sprawled over his chest and his arm around her. He didn't remember ending up this way and for a moment he couldn't remember why they were naked. It all came back in a rush, however, and left a smile on his face again. She was even more intoxicating than before, knowing what she could do behind closed doors. He hadn't intended to do it this way, had intended something romantic, but once he kissed her he couldn't help himself. They had agreed the time was right and so they went for it, several times.

He kissed her hair and brushed it with his fingers, not wanting to wake her but knowing they had to get moving for the radio show. He saw her eyes begin to peak open and smiled down at her. "Morning, love." He said, using a phrasing he never had before. He kissed her head again, unable to help himself as he recalled the previous night again. His fingers traced her spine as he wished they could lay like this forever. Even though it hadn't been planned, last night had been perfect.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:13 AM
Her slumber was certainly cut short as she heard John stir. " No…..five more minutes." She begged, hiding her face in his chest for a short moment. Lifting her head slightly, she groaned. " Morning." She said tiredly, rubbing her eyes attempting to wake up. For a short moment, she'd forgotten why they were the way they were, and how she'd ended up naked and her dress all the way over by the door. However, it was a short moment, and a soft smile reemerged on her face.

She pulled herself up and pulled the sheet around her chest. " Alright. Fine." She grumbled, taking a deep breath, slowly waking up. She looked across at John one last time, before she pulled herself from the bead and moving towards the bathroom. She was a slow mover in the mornings regardless. But after only a few hours sleep, it was like slow motion. Finally she made it to the shower, having no need to undress considering she had no clothes on in the first place, she stood under the warm water, attempting to wake herself up. God damn breakfast shows.

There wasn't a lot of time, but she finally managed to wake herself up, and apply some make up and pull her hair into a neat ponytail. She exited the bathroom in her clean underwear, in search of some clothes to wear. " So how come you get to stay in bed?" She asked with a grin as she looked over at him still lying in the covers. Some how that just wasn't fair.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:13 AM
John gazed down at her as she protested, which caused him to chuckle softly. He was quite refreshed even though they'd only had a handful of hours to sleep. he was a morning person, though, and would always find it easier to get up then Elisha would. He let her slide off him and sit up, almost smiling as she covered herself. He was pretty sure they'd both seen everything there was to see last night, yet she was being shy. It was cute.

She disappeared into the bathroom and he continued to lay there until she reemerged. With his hands folded behind his head he looked over at her. "Because I'm the reigning heavyweight Champ, thats why!" He said before rolling over and sitting up on the edge of the bed with the covers over his lap. "And I was enjoying memories from last night." he said to her with a half grin before dragging his bag closer and pulling out some plain black boxers. He slipped them on under the covers and finally found his feet. He glanced over at the clock while digging though the bag and made a face at the time. He wouldn't be able to shower so he started slipping into some khaki's and a burgundy polo.

He glanced over and saw Elisha was still standing there in her underwear trying to decide what to wear. "You could just wear that and the title. I'm sure it would be approved," he joked before coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso.

"You could mention I have more than 5 moves, too." He said before kissing her on the cheek and slipping away to the bathroom before she could say or do anything. He pulled cologne and deodorant from his travel bad, applying generously to make up for the missed shower. He's have to shower at the arena, but that was nothing new to him.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:14 AM
She laughed somewhat, shaking her head. " I'll be sure to let them all know." She laughed, finally pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey t-shirt. Nothing fancy. It was morning, and she didn't have merch at this point. She was fairly sure that by the end of RAW the merchandising team would have come up with something. This living out of a suitcase thing was killing her. She missed having options, and being able to look in her closet for ages and figure out what she wanted to wear. This suitcase was just not sufficing. John was lucky, half the time he just got to wear his merch.

She slipped on some ballet flats, and looked around at the room. They'd have no time to come back. Shaking her head, she moved around the room, picking up her bits of clothing from the night before, throwing them all into her suitcase. She zipped it up and looked at the time. Caffiene. They would definitely be stopping at Starbucks if there was any chance she wanted to function this early in the morning. " Come on Champ, can't be waiting for you to do your hair all morning." She teased, pulling her handbag over her shoulder and getting ready to wheel her own suitcase out.

Last night would be something she'd never forget. He'd made her feel a rush that she'd never felt before, done things to her that had felt beyond amazing. She just hoped that he'd enjoyed himself just as much. But now, she'd tasted the honey, she wanted the whole beehive. No doubt the two of them would have to keep their hands off each other. She leant against the wall, waiting for him, a small smile on her lips as she recalled the events of the evening.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:14 AM
"You're funny." He said with a grin as he zipped up his suitcase and propped it up on its wheels. He pulled it behind him and flicked off the lights, stopping momentarily as he looked Elisha over as she stood against the wall. He pressed his left hand against the wall next to her and leaned in. "You shouldn't look so nice." He said before kissing her, his hand moving to the side of her face, stroking her cheek before he parted. If he kept toying with her he had a feeling they wouldn't be leaving the hotel room. Just that kiss had him almost ready to go.

"After you, champ." He said, tapping her on the butt as she stepped out the door. He pulled it closed behind him and followed her to the elevator, punching the 'ground' button and leaning back against the walls. He looked over at her again and had a flash image of last night, her hair veiling his face as she rode him. He pushed the memory away. It was time to focus. If he kept it up he'd take her right there in the elevator. He'd tasted the forbidden fruit and he was after the orchard now. He didn't think the appetite would ever be sated.

He stepped off the elevator and moved to the desk, checking them out before going for the garage to get the car.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:14 AM
And he shouldn't have been such a tease. She kissed him back, and fought every bone in her body not to head back to the bed. He was toying with her, and as much as she enjoyed it, at if she was awake this early she'd rather be doing something else than going to a radio event. " Oh. Right, that's me." She laughed, heading out the door, suitcase wheeling behind her. The championship belt had clearly added extra weight to her bag, obviously nothing she couldn't handle, but she still wasn't used to it.

She followed into the elevator, and listened to the same flute solo that had been playing when they'd arrived earlier in the evening. She slipped an arm around his waist in the lift, exhaling loudly. She so clearly was not a morning person. She glanced up to meet John's gaze, a smirk on her lips. To be honest she was surprised they could keep their hands off each other after the evenings activities. No doubt she'd proven that she wash't exactly the same girl in the bedroom as out. The bedroom certainly promoted her wild side a little more.

Once John had taken care of the check out, she headed to the garage. " Coffee, Coffee, Coffee, Coffee." She mumbled to herself as she threw the suitcase in. " Can we make a stop at Starbucks?" She asked with a grin. " I didn't get much sleep last night, so I'm a little bit tired." She smirked, getting into the passenger seat.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:16 AM
He looked over at her as she demanded coffee, feeling that might be a good idea for him as well. He was awake, but he doubted he could intelligently answer questions on the show without a little pick me up. He was the face of WWE and he couldn't screw this up. He almost had on ESPN, thanks to editing that made it sound like he took enhancement drugs. He was still frustrated with that.

"Next time I'll let you sleep. I didn't realize it was a hindrance." He joked as he threw his bag into the back of the truck, closing it after Elisha had done the same. He got in the drivers seat and started the car up, engine roaring to life. He offered a hand to his girl as he started to pull out of the garage. He waved to a few fans who were walking around the entrance as he pulled out. He turned and looked over at Elisha. "They're going to be waiting for you now, too." He said as he plugged in directions for a starbucks.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:16 AM
She laughed somewhat, " I wouldn't say a hinderance…." She trailed off, taking his hand as they drove away, smiling and waving to a couple of fans. " Please, It'll never be quite like this." She said nodding slightly to all of the Cena fans that were already out and about. Some were just crazy to be up this early. As tired as she felt, she did have a sense of invigoration, a glow some might even say. You only had that when you got laid. A natural high that you couldn't get from anything else.

She sat back into the seat, looking across at John for a moment with a loving smile before back to the street that was practically empty with cars. " What have you got on for the rest of the day?" She asked curiously, no doubt their schedules would be different after this radio appearance. Elisha knew she had a couple of appearances to make, one at a high school with a few of the others for the B A Star campaign, before heading off to get ready for RAW. She probably wouldn't see John until RAW, nothing she couldn't handle, after all she had the memories from last night to keep her company.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:16 AM
John glanced at Elisha as she stated she would never have a fanbase like his. "I'm sure that's what Chyna and Lita said. I'm sure that's what Trish said the first time she won the title. They didn't think much of her when she entered the tournament but when she won and proved herself, that all changed. You just wait." He finished as they pulled into the Starbucks drive thru. He ordered Elisha's drink, then got a black coffee for himself. He sipped at it while he drove, pausing when Elisha asked about his day.

"Press conference this afternoon. The Make A Wish foundation boy is going to get his wish, though." He said to her with a smile. That's what mattered most to him. He wanted to use his fame to help people. Unlike so many of his competitors, he did everything for the fans. They made his paycheck and he made damn sure they knew he appreciated them. Even those who hated him.

"Probably won't get to see you much til later. But I'll make it worth it." He said with a grin to her as he pulled into the radio station. He leaned over and gave her a kiss, caressing her shoulder. "Guess we should try keeping our hands to ourselves." He commented with a laugh before getting out and starting for the front doors. On entering, they were greeted by the station manager and the jockeys who would be interviewing them. He shook their hands and shared some jokes before getting behind the glass and slipping the headset over his ears. He set the title belt on the table in front of him and looked over at Elisha. Here goes... he thought.

"And we're back with two very special guests from World Wrestling Entertainment, the current reigning champions, John Cena and Elisha Michaels. Now guys, we watched last night and you both had some big names to overcome."

"Yeah. Beating HBK was huge for me. The fans weren't too impressed, but it was like a boyhood dream for me. We all grew up watching the Kid stomp out competitors and humiliate the boss later on. Standing toe to toe with such a huge star is...surreal." John said, hands folded in front of him.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:16 AM
The coffee was probably a God send. As she sipped from the caffeinated beverage, she couldn't help but smile. " I know, it's just…it's fresh still." She knew people would help her build her fan base, but it was a scary thought to say the least. " I'm sure the little boy will be incredibly excited." She said with a soft smile. She loved the fact he did all the charity work, and she loved that he loved it. The B A Star was just the beginning, but it was something she loved. Anti-Bullying was her thing, but she could just imagine the charities she was going to be getting involved with.

She grinned, kissing his back. " I'll hold you to it." She told him with a smirk, as she got out the car and moved into the radio station. Handshakes, introductions and small talk were all the rage as she moved into the booth, putting the rather attractive headphones on. She listened as John spoke, the boyhood dream was something she was familiar with considering it was her father who had created the now famous quote.

What about you Elisha? Melina seemed like a tough opponent
" Yeah, I mean Melina is a really tough and talented opponent. So it was really great to get up on her." She explained. " Plus, you know, winning at your first Wrestlemania is amazing!" She said happily, as the DJ's continued on with their questions.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:17 AM
John and Elisha went through the interview, lasting about an hour before they had to go and head to their other obligations for the day. Once they were off air, they both took pictures with the jockeys for their website, John letting them hold his belt at one point so they could feel the weight of it. "Now that is the weight of the WWE in your hands." He said with a laugh before taking it back and parting from them. It was his first radio show in a long time. He thought the last one might have been before he'd even met Elisha.

He exited the station and turned to Elisha. "Your cab's here." He told her with a nod, unlocking the truck and popping the trunk hatch. He grabbed her bags from the back and put them in the cab for her, turning to her before she left. "Have fun today. People don't like Champions with scowls." He said with a wink before kissing her cheek. "See you in my locker room later." He said with a grin before getting in his vehicle and watching hers pull out. Now onto the press conference. Great time for a suit to be broken out.

********


Trish Stratus woke later than usual, her headache finally dissipating sometime in the early hours of the morning. She was banned from working out so she had let herself sleep in. She could be frustrated with the orders all she wanted, but she wouldn't go against them, or at least that particular one. She didn't want to get permanently benched with an injury that ended her career. She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, staring at the face she saw.

It was black and blue like she thought it would be. After looking at the rest of her body she found more bruises. She looked like she'd fallen down the stairs or gotten in a bar fight. She had come out victorious so it didn't bother her. After all, she was used to this by now. Nothing left a welt and bruises like going through a table, and she'd been through a few. She slowly changed into some street clothes, wincing slightly as she slipped into a pair of jeans. She was incredibly sore and saw why she hadn't been cleared.

She reached for her phone and saw a few messages. She scanned over them and didn't answer. She was going off the radar today. She was going to meet with the seamstresses early in the day and get her new look rolling. She wanted people to wonder where she was. She wanted to blow their minds when she finally showed up.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:18 AM
It was a fun interview, to say the least. And once it ended, she was happy to take pictures with the jockeys, letting a few of the ladies hold her own belt. It was heavy, that was for sure, but what John said was true. It was the weight of the company around her waist. Upon seeing her cab, she frowned, nodding her head. " Thanks." She said, watching him deal with her bags, before grinning, " I'll see you later." She smiled, returning the soft kiss on his cheek. " Enjoy your day!" She chimed happily, finally getting into the cab as it drove away. It was time for a quick change into something a little nicer.

Getting changed in cabs was nothing unusual, but she'd be glad to see the rental for her at her next destination. Sometimes she was so surprised how well organised this place was. Stepping out the cab in a cute peach coloured skirt and a blouse, some pretty shoes on her feet, she darted quickly to the rental, keys being passed to her by an office worker, tossing them in before she moved back to greet the school kids, who had clearly been so eagerly awaiting the WWE Superstars and Diva's arrival. For once, she felt important as she signed things, and posed for photos with young girls. Those kids surely put a smile on her face.

The whole afternoon was spent with the school kids, inspiring them to reach their dreams and 'Don't be a bully, be a star'. Personal experiences were shared, and not only hers, but it was interesting to hear everyone else's. When the afternoon came to a close, she farewelled the students, before getting into her rental and driving off. A quick gym session was in order before she headed to the arena, and then it was RAW, then it'd be on a plane to their next destination. It was a crazy life, but she wouldn't dare give it up. Not now.

*

Morrison had awoken with a hell of a hangover and a shady memory of the night before. He remembered Wrestlemania, and was quickly reminded of his new 'Mr. Money In The Bank' title by the suitcase by his bed. He had no idea what time it was, and he had no idea his schedule for the day. He knew it was nothing important because he would not have gotten as messy as he did. Slowly pulling himself out of bed, he changed, slowly moving towards the breakfast bar, needing to get some food into him before he headed to the gym, and then to the arena. He was sure he had a photoshoot or something with his suitcase and that was why he was heading to the arena earlier.

He headed through the hotel lobby, spotting Trish and offering her a small smile. She clearly hadn't wanted to be found because she hadn't replied to his messages. He wasn't sure whether to approach or not, so instead he offered her a friendly smile and a nod, before continuing towards the bacon he could smell.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:18 AM

The press conference seemed to zoom by as John talked about his match, his new competitor, and what it was like to face the Showstopper and win against all the odds. He also had a lengthy conversation with a journalist about his Mustang stunt before the match. It had been his idea and he decided to pay homage to Detroit while being there. It hadn't won many fans over, but it had been the talk of the internet the next day.

He enjoyed seeing the sick boy in the hospital much more. He had changed into more comfortable clothes, cutoff jean shorts and a trademark shirt. It was how the kid would want to see his hero. Of course John ended up giving him a pint sized version of the shirt and an autograph. He wished the kid well and even donated some money to his family for the medical bills.

He arrived at the arena feeling a little groggy from the days events. Camera's followed him as he got out of his truck and slung the belt and bag over his shoulder. He could tell her looked bushed, but he would get moving the closer to Raw the time got. Hustle, loyalty, respect after all.

*****


Trish had been trying to be discreet as she started checking out of the hotel, but even average street clothes and a baseball cap couldn't fool Morrison. She gave him a short wave before turning back to the attendant and finishing her checkout. She pulled her bag higher on her shoulder and slid out of the lobby. She found her car and got in, making for the arena before everyone else.

WHen she arrived she slipped into a hoodie and adjusted her cap as she went to the clothiers. Time for a revamp.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:18 AM
Her body lagged behind as she left the gym, all showered and clean after a rather sweaty workout. She'd done more strength training rather than cardio. She'd given her heart a hell of a work out the night before instead. Stepping out of the rental in her cute outfit from earlier that day, she locked up and headed out, cameras following her similarly like they had with John. She stopped to chat to a few people, before heading backstage. She readjusted the belt on her shoulder as she rolled her suitcase along, coming to John's locker room. She wondered if he'd arrived yet. She knew his schedule was busy after all.

Knocking a couple of times, the knock she did every time on his locker room door so he knew it was her, she opened the door and poked her head in, smiling when she saw him. " Hey Champ!" She said, slipping inside, closing the door behind her.

*

Morrison turned up to the arena, shortly after consuming as much bacon as possible from the hotel, and then working it off. Greasy food and then a work out, always got rid of a hangover. Plus, make up did wonders. He saw the Chain Gang Soldier's girl head into the arena, and noticed Trish's rental. He wondered if he should go talk to her. See if she was okay. The Canadian looked a little worse for wear this morning, but that happened when you went through a table. He had no doubt that when she was cleared it'd be on for young and old.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:19 AM
John glanced at the door as he heard a few short raps before it creaked open and Elisha stepped in. He put down his razor and smiled at her. He cleaned off the remaining cream with a towel before approaching her, pulling her close to his naked chest. "Hey champ." He said back to her before kissing her neck, now knowing it was her sweet spot. He looked down at her with a grin before kissing her and releasing her. "Any idea who your opponent is tonight?" He asked, having not seen a card yet.

He wasn't even sure what was in store for himself yet. He hadn't seen Shawn so he figured the night would remain good, but it was still young. He could be in for a hell of a beating and not know it. He'd had enough of those lately he was ready for one easy night. But that was too much to ask for a champion. Even a US champion got the shit beat out of them for their title. Gold was the only currency in the Fed.

***


Trish was leaning over the seamstress table with one of the attire heads when other started arriving at the arena. She nodded at the suggestions and tweaked some before standing up. "Good. I want it by next monday. I'll need the leathers for tonight though. Can you do that?" She asked of Marilyn and the lady nodded, knowing how badly Trish needed the outfit for tonights transition. They were used to short deadlines and it would be done by the time Trish appeared unexpectedly tonight. She was betting on getting kicked out by Vince, having not been cleared, but she had a back up plan for that tonight, too.

She thanked the seamstress before heading off, making for the secluded locker room she had found. It was small and not high end. Perfect for hiding in. Sure, people would see her rental and know she was there, but she still wanted to appear in the least expected time. Most would know she wasn't cleared and would expect her to just be there for moral support. That wasn't the case. Her grand mix tape and video had been handed off to the techies. They were aware of how dangerous it was to be doing what she asked, but their jobs were slightly secure within the company. The odds of getting fired for conspiring with Trish were slim.

She locked herself in the small room and started pumping herself up. Tonight she would shake things up.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:19 AM
" I've no idea." She told John honestly as her arms slipped around him. It'd been a long day on little sleep and to be honest she hoped she didn't have a match. Melina had worked her damn hard the previous night and she was sore in places she'd forgotten about. But Elisha knew she was the champ and she'd have to rise above any pain that she might have had. " How was the rest of your day anyway?" She asked curiously, pulling away from him to start getting her stuff ready for the night. She wasn't exactly superstitious, but she liked to stay in routine so she didn't lose her mind. " What about you?" She wondered, almost hoping that he'd seen the card. If there was anyone who needed a rest it was John. She double checked everything in her bag, before closing it once more. " I've heard that Vickie is GMing tonight." And to be honest, she wasn't quite sure how that was going to pan out. It wasn't like Lil Michaels had, had a lot to do with her, and Vickie had only ever been kind to Elisha when she was younger, however she had a feeling that with Vickie's egotistical, loud, on air persona, Elisha was going to feel the brunt of it in the Diva's division. Clearly the woman had her favorites. Plus, the fact that John had never really been kind to the older, cougar. " So I'm sure she'll enjoy inflicting some kind of pain upon you." Elisha teased.

She pulled her blonde locks out of the neat ponytail it'd been sitting in all day, and ran her fingers through her name that would no doubt be tamed by the beauty team that worked on all of the girls. " I should probably go get this fixed." She said circling her face in the air with a chuckle. " I'll see you soon." 'Lisha told John with a soft smile, leaning up on her tiptoes to press a soft, teasing kiss to his lips before she pulled away and headed for the door.

Sitting in the empty chair, the women went to work on Elisha's hair and make up. Nothing unusual, nothing overly different. Diva's didn't change their looks unless notified, or well, unless you'd been in this business long enough to decide for yourself. The usual chit chat was spoken about in the room, and girly laughs were shared between everyone in that room. Gossip was had, especially about what had happened at the club after Elisha had left. Sounded like a lot of people were going to have sore heads and regrets that day. She was so glad that she didn't have that kind of reputation. And why would she? She was a good girl!

About an hour or so later, Elisha knocked and entered John's locker room once more. " Hope you didn't miss me too much!" She chimed, sipping from the straw in her water bottle. It wasn't like she wanted to ruin the last hours work. " So, what's happened in the past hour?" She asked curiously, clearly beginning to wake herself up. It was time to get ready for the night, which meant putting those damn tights on. Sometimes she wished they'd give her more than the day to wear them in. No one should have to wrestle with a wedgie.

*

Morrison had spent most the afternoon in catering, chatting to everyone about the previous night. No doubt ready to grill Cena on leaving early. One day, Morrison was sure, Cena would stay out with them all, drink as much as them and wake up with a hangover as bad as theirs. He could dream right? After all, who wouldn't want to party with The Champ? His MITB briefcase was sitting on the table, as he finally stood, excusing himself to go get ready for the night ahead. He'd cut a promo tonight and have a match with someone from last nights ladder match. He wanted the fans on his side, he wanted them to want him to win, to cash in. As much as he respected Cena, Morrison had his eye on him, and his eye on the gold.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:20 AM
Trish ran her hand through her hair again as she looked at herself in the mirror. Raw was bout to start and wardrobe had just dropped off her nights clothing. She squeezed into the leathers, being reminded of her time on then heel side. This was what she needed to do, though, to male her statement. To get back on top. And to make sure Chavo and the rest of the roster understood she wasn't messing around anymore. She would be back on top again and needed to regain a vicious attitude to do it. With a deep breath she cracked her neck before leaving the locker room.

She made her way past catering, not even noticing Morrison as she glided past with a purpose. Melina would be in the ring by now, addressing her loss at the hands on Elisha. Trish was unsure whether Chavo was with her or not. He may be too embarrassed to show tonight. Either way she was going out there. She looked to the sound guy and nodded her head as she heard the shrill scream from Melina. hit the speakers and the arena went dark as her new video package took the screen. She waited, then went out the curtain, purposely coming down the ramp. The arena erupted as they recognized her with brunette locks. She slid into the ring, ignoring her injuries. Melina went for a clothesline, but Trish ducked, taking her out with an elbow as she spun back. They brawled to the outside, Trish getting speared into the announcers area. She punched Melina and got out from under her. When she found her feet, Trish wailed her with a chair. By now Vince was at the top of the ramp, waving his arms rapidly for referees. "Get her out of here!" He yelled into a mic as the wrestled the diva from Melina. Trish spit in the owners face as she was dragged past him, him yelling at her that she was banned from the arena. She'd be back.

*******


John shook his head at her questions. "Card hasn't been posted. They're keeping us in the dark. Vince's doing, I would guess." He stated as he reached into his bag for gear. "Ha, yeah. She wouldn't forget how I humiliated her when I was on Smack down." He said with distaste. He had a feeling he was about to pay. He worried Elisha would feel pain due to him. He gently kissed her before she slipped out, staring after her for a moment. He loved her, but he was concerned. Maybe he should've thought consequences through before he started seeing her. But he would never dream of taking it back.

The show had started by the time Elisha returned and John was glued to the TV. He gestured her to him to watch as a now brunette Trish grabbed a chair and wacked Melina good across the face with it. "She means business. She'll be coming for you." He stated, wondering if the diva would give Elisha the same treatment. He hoped their friendship would keep it civil, but the look in her eyes was one he had never seen before. She intended to tear through the competition, literally.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:22 AM
Elisha had hardly sat down when her eyes went to the screen immediately widening. Oh jeeze. They were all in trouble if this was Trish. She cleared her throat and glanced across to her title belt, feeling rather uneasy. Trish was no doubt going to be going after her title. They'd forever been friends, but if it was one thing Elisha knew, was that friendships didn't mean shit when it came to titles. Melina was just an outlet no doubt, someone to make an impact with, plus it surely felt good to beat the crap out of her. She scratched the back of her head nervously and nodded. " I know." But that didn't mean Elisha was going to take this lying down. She'd always said she'd have liked to face Trish, but when it came to the championship she wasn't going lose it without a good, goddamn fight.

" I need to get ready." She said quietly, moving from her seat and grabbing her bag, disappearing into the bathroom and beginning to change. Trish was the one woman she wasn't sure she could beat, and to be honest with Trish's heel attitude it might have been even harder. But she could no doubt try. Once uncomfortably pulling her tights and other ring attire, she laced up her boots and stretched out. She needed to get into her own head, have the confidence. Trish was banned from the arena but that didn't mean shit.

" I'm up." She said simply as she moved from the bathroom to grab her title belt. " I'll come by later." Elisha had her game face on, and she couldn't be distracted. Her ,used hit and she headed to the ramp, doing her usual and celebrating with the crowd about her title. She used the turnbuckles to celebrate before waiting to see her opponent was. How bad could it be?

When Natalya came down to the ring, with that classic music she had to laugh. This family feud went back years, that was for sure.

*

Morrison had been relaxing out the back by a monitor when Trish had walked past. To be honest, he didn't even notice her. It didn't register that it was Trish. He was so used to seeing her like everybody else was, that his eyes were focused on the monitor where his ex girlfriend was making excuses for losing to Lil Michaels the night before. So it was safe to say he was shocked when Trish stormed the ring, new attire, new hair and a brand new attitude. It'd been a long time since anyone had seen this Trish. He watched as the girls took it to each other and the boss interrupted. He hadn't expected to see Vince, and he hadn't expected to see Trish spit in his face and be banned. This was no doubt a shocking evening.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:22 AM
Trish tried jerking out of securities hands while they dragged her through the arena. People moved out of their way as they passed. "Can I at least get my bag?!" She yelled at Vince over her shoulder. He stated he would get them for her,not wanting to risk her escaping him and terrorizing some more. They stopped outside the unmarked locker room and she happened to glance over at Morrison sitting off to the side. She tried drowning out the fire from her eyes, but she was still hyped up. Enough so that she didn't even feel any pain shoot through her neck. She didn't feel any pain in her face, half of it black and blue. One thing she wouldn't let makeup fix. She wanted people to see what she had gone through.

"Your bags. There's the door." Vince growled and pointed. The devil inside rearing its ugly head, Trish gave him a devilish smirk. "I'll be back." She stated simply before waltzing out. She gave John a wink before the door closed. They couldn't get around her coming back. She was about to pull a page from an old friends book, rest his troubled soul.

********


John nodded as Elisha left for her match. She didn't need to hear him say she had it. She knew she was good and didn't need his reassurance. When he saw Natalya come out he did smirk. Now that was going to be a match. People dreamed of such a match, even if they weren't aware of it. That was, longtime fans did. They knew the history.

He heard a knock on his door and opened it to see the guest GM with a smirk on her face. "Vickie." He said simply and she pushed her way into his room. He kept his hand on the door and watched her as a mouse would a cat.

"Didn't you miss me?" She said and bit on his lip. He didn't like this at all. "Either way, I think you'll enjoy what I have in store for you. Since you beat Shawn so effortlessly I think you shall face another degenerate." She said and John glared. He really didn't like this. She moved up to him and was mere inches from his face. "You better get ready. I know Triple H is." She stated, pressing her lips hard on his cheek before exiting. He slammed the door and wiped his cheek. The high he had been feeling about last night was gone.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:23 AM
There was no doubt in Elisha's mind that the family history was ingrained in the both of them. What her father did was not honourable, but a lot had changed since then. The girls knew each other, but they hardly spoke, they weren't friends, but they weren't exactly enemies. But this match was personal, family pride was on the line. Elisha's title was one thing, but family was a whole 'nother story. She was thankful this wasn't a title match, that was for damn sure.

The two diva's locked up and it was damn clear that Natayla meant business. Built like her father, Elisha's opponent was certainly the stronger of the two. It didn't stop 'Alisha however, she used her speed and her agility to combat the stronger diva. Elisha was never about power, Shawn had always taught her that strength and power wasn't everything. You used what you got. But these people came to see a show, and Lil Michaels was going to make damn sure that the first RAW after Wrestlemania for the year was one to remember. Natalya was laid out on the mat after being hit with Sweet Chin Music and there was only one more thing left to do. Her grin to the crowd was large, cheeky almost as she found herself wrapping Natalya's legs ready for a sharpshooter. As soon as Elisha flipped Nattie over the crowd were going nuts. Elisha was just thankful she wasn't in Canada, and she just hoped to God that Trish didn't miraculously appear.

Nattie was tapping, and the last thing Elisha wanted was to be caught off guard. She let go of the woman's pink tight clad legs and tiredly raised her arm in victory. She climbed the turnbuckle and celebrated with the title above her head.

*

Morrison was baffled. He wasn't even sure he could process words at this point. After what he'd seen on the monitors and what he'd witnessed backstage he was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand Trish's actions, and he wasn't even sure why she was there. Hell, how she'd got there. He was there when the doctor gave his orders, she wasn't cleared and she most certainly was not fit to fight anybody. But the woman was making a statement, and he was eager to see just what she did. He wasn't stupid, she wasn't leaving, heading back to the hotel. If he had to put money on it he'd bet that Trish would have something to show the new Diva's champion. It'd be kick for kick, that was for certain.

He offered her a small smile as she left, resting his head back on the storage box. He watched Vickie on the screen with John, as the show killed some time before matches. The diva's were next, and he was looking forward to seeing a feud that was older than the two diva's careers put together play out in the ring.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:23 AM
Trish sat in her rental for a few moments, going over her game plan in her head. Taking a deep breath she looked at herself in her rearview mirror as she put on her black leather hat, tilting it to the side like she used to. She flipped her hair over one shoulder and got out of the Dodge Stratus, an inside joke. She started out the back and around the front of the arena with everything she needed tucked away on her person. She entered through the front doors and presented her admittance to the attendant. She slipped through easily, nobody noticing her beneath the hat that mostly covered her face.

She started down the aisles to the front row, presenting one small item to get her to the front seat just to the corner of the ring. She sat down, only being noticed as a brunette with a kicking body. That was until Elisha's match was over. She had watched her competition intently, but stood up after that, cap coming off and her face revealed. Cameras turned on her as she looked up at Elisha. The woman had used the Sharpshooter and the former champion took it personal. She stared at her friend with eyes on fire. She would never harm her like she had incapacitated Melina, but she was hungry for that title.

The stare down was interrupted by Vickie, coming down the ramp screaming into the microphone, demanding security to remove the former blonde. As the guest GM approached, Trish reached down into her bra and pulled out a ticket. She had purchased a ticket to front row and could not be removed so long as she caused no trouble. She pulled a trick from Benoit's book and smirked as Vickie stomped up and down in anger. She had gotten around the gm, and the bosses, banishment. She was too sly for them.

She simply pointed to Elisha and made a gesture around her beltline signifying she was coming for the title. She would plow through every diva in the locker room to get back on top.

********


John spent the rest of his time trying to focus on what he was to face later. He warmed up his muscles and downed waters, trying to keep from tearing up his locker room in rage. He was being screwed with to see how far they could go before he snapped. Before they could strip him of the title.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:23 AM
Elisha frowned somewhat, looking down at her friend in the crowd. The blonde watched the Canadian in the crowd, eyes never leaving Trish's. There was no doubt in Elisha's mind Trish would go through whoever to get to Elisha's title. As the Diva in the crowd motioned to her waist, Elisha laughed. " Come get it!" She yelled at her, holding the title above her head, motioning to the crowd who was champ. There was no chance in hell 'Lisha was giving the gold up without a god damn fight. She'd worked too damn hard to get to the top to lose it. Trish might have been hungry for the title but Elisha wasn't going to be the one to suffer. No way. No how.

She slipped out of the ring and headed past Vickie having her tantrum and into the back. She hardly took a few steps and Justin Roberts was asking her questions. What did she think of Trish Stratus' actions? Was she worried about losing her title so soon? So many questions, that she happily answered. She never made it sound like they were enemies, and she was sure to express her respect of Trish. However she made it quite clear that the title wasn't going anywhere from around her waist.

By the time the interview was done, she'd made it to the locker room, pushing the door open and closing it behind her. She'd almost forgot that her and John were sharing the locker room, and moved straight to the bathroom to cool down. She had no idea who his opponent was, and was so far inside her own head about what had just happened she'd not even noticed him. It was only after she'd loosened her boots and was moving to put them in her bag. He didn't seem okay, and she'd almost wished she hadn't seen him. Something was very clearly wrong.

*

John had been getting ready for his match against Chavo when he turned to see the end of Elisha's match. The stare down between the two divas was intense, but something that was bound to happen. As long as they could remain civil the two could still be friends. Right? Once Vickie was off the screen, and it was a TV break at home, Morrison made his way towards the ring, and only moved out towards it when his music started. He had no doubt Chavo would be out to prove himself when he hit the ring. The night before at Wrestlemania, he may have sent Trish to hospital but he still lost, and Morrison was no doubt going to feel that.

He did his usual in ring entrance and stood on the turnbuckle, flicking his coat back. He was damn sexy, and he could hear the girls squealing. He smirked somewhat at Trish and gave her a wink before jumping down and waiting for Chavo.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:24 AM
John had honestly barely noticed Elisha's entrance as he pumped himself up to his iPod in the corner. At the moment 'Lose Yourself' by Eminem pounded in his ears as he shifted from one foot to the other and warmed his arms up with uppercuts and straight punches. He felt like it was back to when he had first had a shot at the US title, this exact song playing in his head as he prepared for that. It was the perfect song for the business. Every lyric matched any superstar and was a classic in the locker room.

When he finally looked up he saw Elisha exiting the bathroom and watching him. He pulled the headphones off and wiped the sweat and water off his face with a towel before tossing it on the arm of the couch and going over to her. He swallowed hard and looked down at her. He felt something brewing. The McMahons were coming for them and starting with John. He wouldn't lose her just after tying himself to her in every way but a ring.

"They're setting me up against Triple H." He said simply, knowing she could come to the same conclusion without him telling her. Were they going to have to face off against a newborn Corporate Ministry? And what would this do to his girl? He knew Trips was like an uncle to her and Shawn couldn't turn his back on his best friend.

********


Once Elisha had left and Trish had had her fun with Vickie, she sat back down to watch the rest of the show, noticing security had taken up post around her to keep fans away and, more likely, to keep her from jumping the barricade and making a scene. She knew better. Something like that would get her fined, and out of a job for a while likely.

When Morrison came out and gave her a wink, she kept eye contact with him a moment before hearing King saying something to the effect of "I believe Morrison is smitten with Trish!" She kept her face blank to the comment, not even sure how she felt about that.

Chavo being the opponent was somewhat surprising to her,however. She had expected him to be nursing his pride. He had no bruises like she did, but sometimes the worst of them you couldn't see. Before getting in the ring he made his way over to her. She stood up as he got close and tightened her fist in anticipation. He was admiring his work to her face, but it didn't last long as he was dragged into the ring by his opponent. Still tensed when sat back down and watched.