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

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:24 AM
To be honest, she wasn't in any kind of headspace to be dealing with what was to come. Why couldn't she enjoy being champion without having to deal with all of this stupid corporation garbage. As he explained his opponent, she ran her hand through her own hair, taking a big, deep breath. " Well, just go out there and do what you do best." She said with a small grin. She leant up on her toes to give him a soft kiss. They'd fight this together. She'd be damned if the Corp was going to ruin this.

Of course, it wasn't easy. The people that were trying to ruin her boyfriend, drill him into the ground were people she considered family. Trips was her fathers best friend, an uncle to her, and someone who had been in her life since she could ever remember. But she was learning, she was learning that this was business and had nothing to do with family. Her father was The Showstopper, and Paul was The Game and this was all about business. It wasn't personal. But how easily would it turn?

" We'll fight whatever it is coming our way, okay." She reassured him. 'Lisha wanted John to know that she'd be behind him 100%. " Now I know you'd love to stay and see me get changed, but you've got a match." She informed him, opening the door with a grin. She had no doubt in her mind that this match was going to be tough.

*

Maybe he was smitten with Trish, but that didn't mean he wanted the world to know. He could always thank Jerry for that. Although the blogs were probably already screaming that to the world. His match with Chavo was certainly intense. Morrison was proving that you couldn't treat people the way Chavo treated Trish. Plus he was getting his own back for Chavo flitting around with Melina while his spit was still fresh in her mouth. While some were trying to separate business and personal, this was all about getting personal.

The match entertained fans, and he never lost his style as he pinned Chavo for the 1,2,3. He took a deep breath as he raised his arm in victory and exited the ring. Moving up the ramp and backstage, snickering at Melina as he moved past her to his locker room. He needed to cool down, and ask Trish out for dinner. How was he going to do that when she wasn't allowed back into the arena? He pulled out his phone and sent her a quick message about dinner as he moved to sit on the bench in the locker room.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:25 AM
John let a smirk slip through st her comment, but it quickly retreated once she slid into the bathroom. He had to focus. He was going up against a general and if he thought Shawn was tough? Well, he knew he would leave this match bruised and battered. No matter how good Cena was, he knew better than to assume he was better than The Game. He felt that if he worked it right he could win, it he also felt he may have to lose to keep himself intact for another week as champion.

He grabbed his belt and slung it over his shoulder before yanking the door open and heading for the gorilla position. The cameraman followed him and he ignored it, face intense as he thought over the best method to beats Triple H at his own game.

After the commercial break he took the stage, doing his salute and refraining from any cutesy stuff. He meant business and wanted to look it. He would love for Triple H to underestimate him, but the King of Kings knew everything about John by now. He wouldn't be fooled by a smiling face. Hustle, Loyalty, Respect was the motto and John would die by it.

He ran the ropes to warm up, but stopped and watched as The Game came down. They stared each other shortly before they locked up. The match went on for some time with each trying to hit finishers early. They weren't playing around.

They battled to the outside a few times before John was dragged back into the ring after running head first into the turnbuckle post. He barely kicked out as the refs hand was coming down for the three. Using fire he didn't know he had, he surprised Triple H with the stfu. Taking full advantage of Trips' surgeries, he locked it in tight and heard the man tap. He released him and took his title, yelling up the ramp to an unpresent Vince. Face red he yelled "I'm not going anywhere!"

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Trish boot her nails along with everyone else during the match. Truly appreciating the effort each put in. She contained herself at the end, however, not wanting to show favorites and make the rumors run that she was into her friends boyfriend. Once it was over she realized she had a text. She read it and sat in her seat for a moment before deciding. 'Dinner would be nice. Meet you out back.' She texted back, entertaining the idea even if she had no clue what was going on between them.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:25 AM

It was a nail biter that was for sure, and as much as Elisha wished that she wasn't emotionally involved so that she could enjoy the match, but sadly she was. She hadn't even managed to get out of her ring attire before John's match had started. To be honest, she half expected her father to be out there. One of them John could take, but two? She wasn't so sure. Her boyfriend might have had Hustle, Loyalty and Respect but her father and Triple H were degenerates. They'd been around a long time and knew John's game. Her eyes remained glued to the screen as she watched the two battle intently.

She smiled softly as she watched H's hand tap to the ring, pleased that the Son-In-Law hadn't got the better of her boy. As far as she was concerned, Raw was done and she could go and shower peacefully. She was enjoying her hot shower when she heard music that she honestly hadn't in a long time. She could have sworn that Raw was over. Dripping wet, she wrapped a towel around her and moved out briskly to stare at the screen. Unlike the crowd, and many Superstars, Elisha dreaded that music. It didn't bring back happy memories, it reminded her of an absent father, broken promises and empty apologies. It upset her, and as she stared at the television, water dripping onto the floor, she wasn't sure what to do. Honestly, if this was how things were going, it was going to be a bad time.

They were reuniting, making a return and she was just thankful that at this moment John wasn't in the ring, getting caught in the crossfire. This was bad, so very bad, but no one would ever see it her way. She kicked the chair with her wet foot and watched it fall before heading back to the shower. This wasn't fair, and no, she wasn't ready.

*

Morrison's eyes were glued to the screen like everyone else's during Cena and H's match. Those two were the best at the moment, they were at the top of the ladder with a few select others. They knew how to hook everyone and put on a show. When the bell rang, and the signs of Raw being over we're shown. After all, Cena exiting on an emotional high, it was usually a sign that the show was over. But the cameras kept rolling when the Chain Gang soldier appeared backstage. What the hell was going on?

Then the music hit, and Morrison knew he wasn't the only Superstar that was cheering. Could this be happening? This was possibly the best moment of the year, all his childhood memories coming back to life. He couldn't wait to see how this panned out.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:26 AM
John frowned slightly as he passed Shawn in the hall, noticing Elisha's father didn't even acknowledge his existence. John stopped and turned, going back to the gorilla position to see what was happening. He heard DX's music hit and he swallowed. This was both good, and very bad. This would keep the pressure off John, Vince's hands being full with them and not thinking about punishing Cena. But with the two reunited, they could come for him. He could just see them pulling a triple threat on him for the title.

He watched them reunite and heard the arena erupt in approval. This would be great for ratings. Then he thought of Elisha and narrowed his eyes. He had a feeling she was not going to like this. A major part of the time he had been away from home he had been in DX. He read Shawn's book and seen the dvd's. He knew Shawn had been a very bad dad in those times. He suddenly felt fear for Elisha's younger siblings, too. He felt he was far more involved than he had imagined before.

He turned away and returned to his locker room. He dumped the title on the couch and went right for the bathroom, knowing she'd be there. "Elisha..." He said as he stepped in, ready to hold her if she needed it.

*******


Trish had been putting on her cap and getting up to go when DX music hit. She sat back down slowly and watched, jaw slack as she saw them throw on new shirts and proclaiming they were taking over. She swallowed. This affected her title chances. Her and Hunter were not real friends and she was going after Shawn's daughter. She felt they would stay out of her business, but she wasn't confident in that assumption. She exhaled and turned away, slipping through the crowd with a security escort. Most didn't notice as they were too hyped over DX reuniting.

She made it to the back of the arena and sat in her Stratus, staring at nothing after ripping her hat off and running a hand through her hair. She had to play this game with charm. She still planned to decimate the locker room, but getting to Elisha may be a challenge.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:27 AM
Maybe things would be different this time. They'd have to be right? Considering the Fed was in such a different place, there was no way that DX could get away with what they used to. Plus, Shawn was a different person, he wasn't that man who went to that dark place any more. But still, she couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen. She didn't want it to be like last time, she doubted her mother would let that happen a second time around, this time had to be different. She'd have to believe in her father, but when that music played, when he teamed up with Hunter things changed, she loved Shawn terribly, but there were just some things that she couldn't forgive and forget. It was things she'd never bring up with him, because it would never end well.

She'd just turned the shower off when John came in. This was her issue, a family issue that she really didn't want John to get involved in. Only because he was Champ, and this was something he shouldn't have to deal with. Maybe it'd be nothing, but she highly doubted it. To be honest, this was something she didn't want to think about, she had her own title to worry about, something Trish Stratus was coming for. But how could she be surprised, finally something good had come of her hard work, and her father had taken away the spotlight. She wrapped her towel back around her and moved out of the shower, smiling seeing John in the bathroom.

He was concerned about her, and it was sweet. " What's going on?" She asked him casually, attempting to push all her thoughts out the window, when all she really wanted to do was cry. She couldn't, and she wouldn't. Too many tears had been shed over DX. As silly as that sounded. " Great match." She added with a small smile, moving to grab her clothes from her bag. " Did you wanna go grab some food before we head back to the hotel?" She asked him.


*

Morrison had finally moved off to get changed when DX had finished. They were taking over. That was something he would love to see. He thought he'd never see DX again, so being able to work with them was going to be amazing. Morrison knew Trish would be in the back waiting, so he was quick to throw on some jeans, and a plain white t-shirt. They were just getting dinner, but it wasn't a date. He didn't really know what it was. But they were having dinner, and that was a start. He grabbed his duffle, and his MITB suitcase before he left the communal locker room. He knew they'd have alot to talk about, especially after tonight. So much had happened in the couple of hours that was quite excited to have someone to talk about it with. Usually the guys just had a couple of brewskis and decided which Diva looked the best that night. They were pigs sometimes.

He moved out the back door, and towards the Stratus, a smile on his face. He felt refreshed after the night, it'd been a great Raw and an even better couple of days. He knocked on the passenger door, to alert Trish before he got in with a smile. " Fancy seeing you in a place like this."

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:27 AM

John recognized the hurt in her eyes. They hadn't been together for long, but he could read her easily by now. He almost called her out on it, but held back. If she wanted to talk about it, she would. He wanted her to know he was there for her, but didn't want to tread on her. Instead he turned his attention away from it. She was becoming like him, holing things up. A mark of a Champion.

"Nothin. Food sounds like a good idea. There's a steakhouse not far away. Lotta beer on tap too." He said with a smile, not going into the subject of his match or how Shawn had gone past him without an acknowledgment. He would let anything to do with DX lie. He just wanted to get her away from the arena and somewhere she would be happier. A steak and beer sounded like something that would cheer her up. That's what Texans liked, right?

****


Trish woke up from her trance and looked over to see Morrison outside her passenger side door. She smiled and unlocked the door. He slipped in and she let a small laugh escape from her. "Enjoy my little show?" She asked before starting the engine. "And where would you like to go?" She asked, not quite sure what kind of food he liked. She was all for greek food, but Morrison? She had no clue.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:27 AM
" You realise steak and beer is what male Texans like, right?" She said with a laugh. " But we can go there, I don't mind." To be honest, she just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. But she wouldn't, she was a champion now and she had to learn to leave emotions at the door. People would try to get into her head, she just had to be strong enough to not let that happen. She pulled on her jeans, and a white t-shirt over her head, something plain and simple.

She took a deep breath and packed her bag, looking back up at John. He knew something was wrong with her, he knew that her mind was someone else, but he wasn't asking and to be honest she was glad. It was something she didn't want to bring up, she didn't want to talk about it ever. She lay back on the bench, turning her head to face John with a smirk. " Or you could just stand there half naked all night. I am more than happy to just stare." She teased. Who wouldn't be happy to just stare at a shirtless John Cena? Although after last night, she'd seen everything, and she'd be more than happy to see that again.

*

" Of course I enjoyed it. It's about time someone shook things up around here." Especially in the Womens division. There was only a handful of them that could actually wrestle. All the others were just there to look pretty and turn fat guys in the sweatpants on. But people like Trish, Nattie, Beth and Elisha were different, and it was about time their skills were celebrated. It was about time that they got noticed not for just having nice hair and nicer boobs. " Nice move by the way, straight out of Benoit's playbook. I like it." He said with a nod of his head.

He clicked on his own seatbelt and gave a small smile. " You should surprise me." He told her. " I'll eat anything, so go wherever you want." She'd no doubt been to these cities far more than him. Surely she knew of a good place. " So, what about DX huh? Probably changes things a little bit for you right? Might make it a bit harder to get to the belt...."

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:28 AM
He smirked at her as he dug through his bag for street clothes. "Like there's a difference." He laughed at her as he pulled out a silver button up shirt and jeans. He raised his eyebrow and stepped over to her. He gave her a smirk before pressing a hard kiss on her. "I don't think 'half naked' is what you want." He said before slipping from her and slipping off his shorts and into his pants. He pulled them up and pulled his arms through his shirt. He buttoned up before putting his belt in his bag.

"Ready to go, champ?" He asked of her as his bag slung over his shoulder.


*****



She smiled as Morrison recognized her stunt. She didn't know what went on that night he died, all she knew is he had been a great man in the business. "Great to hear you recognized it. Most people tried to forget he existed." She said sadly as she started pulling out of the lot. She hoped they be quick enough to get out before fans saw them leaving together. Thankfully there weren't paparazzi for them like there was for film stars.

"Mmmm, DX. I'm hoping Triple H will conveniently forget the things Vince made me do with him and Shawn will be too busy antagonizing Vince to remember I'm going for his daughters title. I don't think she would much like her father keeping contenders from her, either." She stated. She missed her friend, but knew they were on different levels, now. She didn't know if they could just go back to hanging out and having sleepovers. "They could affect you, too. If they take John under their wing for being Elisha's boyfriend, they'all keep you away from him." She offered as she revved up the ramp and out as the police waved them on, blocking traffic for the superstars.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:28 AM
Elisha grinned, pressing her lips against John's " Oh darn. You figured me out." She joked rising from the chair and pulling her bag over her shoulder. " Again, that's me." She chuckled grabbing her suitcase and rolling it out behind her. The blonde waited till John shut the door behind them. That was another Raw done and dusted, but the week was only just beginning. There'd be hours of plane trips, a number of different hotels, appearances,house shows and God knows what else the business could throw at them. Somehow, she'd fit in gym, dinners, breakfasts and personal time.

She took his hand and gave him a small smile. " Do you think that maybe we could get some room service and just relax?" She asked with a grin as they arrived at the rental, pulling open the boot and tossing her case into the trunk. She could feel her phone vibrating in her pocket, but she knew it would be her mother, or worse her father. The last thing she wanted to do was deal with that whole saga. It'd come to blows eventually, and when it did the less people around the better. It wasn't going to be pretty.

She let go of his hand and moved to sit in the passenger seat, finally pulling out her phone. Frowning she quickly typed a message to both her parents. 'I'm not talking to either of you about this.'. It was childish but she didn't care, this changed alot of things, it certainly didn't help her headspace. When John got into the car, she cleared her throat. " Did you pass Dad in the corridor?" She asked curiously. Maybe if she eased into this conversation with John she'd feel better? That's what boyfriends were for right? Talking things out. Plus, he knew. He'd read the books and heard the stories.


*


Morrison laughed, shaking his head somewhat. " I think that their going to be anti-everything." He explained. " You should have seen the cold shoulder Shawn gave John on his way out." He explained to Trish. Things may have been hashed out in the ring, but those corridors saw more drama than any camera could catch. He shrugged, " I think that the Golden Couple are going to have enough of their plates. You and I are safe from any DX attack." He predicted with a sure nod of his head.

He had no idea how close Trish and Elisha once were, or were now. But he wouldn't think that the competition could get in the way of that. It was just about separating business and pleasure, so to speak. Friendships didn't need to be ruined because of the competition. Maybe it was different with the divas. He shrugged, looking out the window. " Plus, while Cena's distracted its better for me, I can plot my strategy." He explained to her.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:28 AM
John was starting to pull out when when asked if they could just get room service. Honestly, his heart hadn't been set on going out so a change of plans didn't bother him much. He was used to switching it up on the fly. He was laid back and would freak when things changed. He knew wrestlers that wanted things firmly set. That personality never made a whole lot of sense to him. In the ring you had to think on the fly and nothing ever went to plan. How could you live your life the opposite of what happened in the ring?

He started to reply when he heard Elisha's phone go off. He glanced at her as he pulled out of the arena and waved to some fans as he followed the police directions. He was surprised when she asked him about her father. He turned toward the hotel and cleared his throat. "Yeah, actually. Kind of weird. He completely ignored me, cold shoulder even. Couldn't tell if he was just in the zone or if it had something to do with last night." He said, taking a turn down the street to their hotel. "He trying to talk to you?" He asked.

*******


"Oh?" She commented simply to his comment on what had happened in the corridor. She was trying to keep herself separate from the situation, but there was no way she could do that. She was in the middle of a messed up triangle. Close friends with Elisha, who was Shawn's daughter who didn't like John, hanging out with John's number one contender, and one hell of a history with Triple H, Elisha's proverbial uncle. This business was fucked up. "You say that now. You might be eating your words soon enough." She said on the matter of DX. They had no loyalties.

Then the topic of the title came up and she cringed on the inside. What was she doing? Morrison was going after someone who had been a good friend. Someone she had hooked up with Elisha. "Don't plan too much. He'll blindside you when you least expect it. Guys got eyes in the back of his freaking head." She said as she pulled into a quaint Italian restaurant. She felt the need for a nice glass of wine to deal with all of this. "Suitable?" She asked as she unbuckled her seatbelt and gestured to the restaurant.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:29 AM
" He's just being an asshole. He'll only talk to someone if he can gain something from it when he's like this. Don't take it personally, he's just the biggest asshole in the world when that music hits." Usually she spoke about her father with love and adoration, but she could never forgive him for the way he was all those years ago. " Yeah, him and Mom are both trying to call me, but I don't want to talk to them." She explained. " Childish I know, but he's a bigger child." She sighed, " He doesn't understand why I get the way I do about things." She told John. " But when you've been let down by someone so many times, and you've been fed every bullshit lie in the book, you don't want to hear it." She didn't usually open up this much about things, she understood that her father had a legendary reputation and that she had to be careful. But John was someone she was meant to be able to confide in, someone who wouldn't judge her.

She ran a hand through her hair and sat back against the seat. " I've shed too many tears over DX to even want to talk to him about it. But he'll forever tell me it's the way the business was, that he had no choice, and that he never meant to hurt me. But back then, family didn't even come up on his radar." Her siblings were lucky, they were never going to have to deal with what she did. They'd never feel like she did, and she was so glad. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. " Anyway, how're you feeling after your match?"

*

He knew that Trish was great friends with Cena. He knew that Trish was responsible for the Golden Couple, but that didn't mean he couldn't explain his intentions. He wanted Cena's title, and he was glad that he was going to be distracted by DX. He had a greater chance of surprising him, a bigger chance of catching the champ off guard. Because Morrison had no other idea how he was going to beat him. Cena was an almost impossible mountain to climb at this point. But the suitcase was only fresh in his hands, he had a whole year ahead of him. A lot could change in a year, that was for sure. Maybe he'd be horrible and hope that Elisha and John split, then he'd strike.

He nodded his head and got out of the car. " Looks like a great place." He noted, before looking across to Trish. " Now that Elisha's champ, and you're going after it, who's shoulder is she going to cry on?" He asked Trish curiously. " After all, you two were great friends, does that change now?" You could be friends and have healthy competition between you. The guys did it all the time, but the divas always seemed to struggle.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:29 AM
Trish couldn't help but throw her guard up as Morrison asked about her relationship with Elisha. She knew he was just making conversation, but after what he had said about going after John she felt the need to tip toe around anything that concerned them. She didn't want to give away anything that would give either of them an edge on the other when the briefcase was cashed in. Sure, she was going after Elisha but she didn't necessarily want to talk about it.

"I really don't know. Friendships tend to take a toll when being put on the line in the ring." She said, pulling open the door and remembering how quickly her and Lita had fallen off the friend scale. A lot of that had to do with her cheating on Matt, but competing for fan base had been most of it. When Trish became the most beloved, there had become tension. She hasn't been around Elisha enough to know where they stood anymore. Honestly she hasn't noticed until now. Shed been too busy to notice she hasn't seen friends in weeks.

"I have to tackle a problem before I get to Elisha, though." She said as she held up two fingers to the hostess and they were led to a private table. "I have to get to Mickie before she rears her ugly head at the most in opportune moment again." She commented and thanked the hostess as she took her seat. "She has to pay." The diva said as she recalled what her number one fan had done to her. And the obscene gesture she had done after. She was going to get hers.

******


John listened to her vent, sensing all the hatred pouring from her lips. He knew she loved her father but would never forget or forgive how he had missed her childhood. If he didn't know better he would say she joined the business to stick a fork in his side. Most wrestlers never wanted their children to experience the hardships of the road. There were those few families they stuck with it. The Guerrero's, Orton's, Maiva's. He didn't know if he would want his kids doing this. He would never stand in their way, but he would advise against it.

"You should talk to your mom, though. She had to deal with your dad being gone, too." He reminded her and pulled up to the valet parking area. "Your uncle beat me to high hell. I'd say those two planned that." He said as he got out and grabbed both their bags from the back and handed the keys over. He hit the elevator button and waited with her. "This probably was the better idea. I think he about ripped my shoulder out of socket." He said as he rotated his arm and cracked his neck at the same time.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:30 AM

" She had to deal with him being gone, but she lied for him just as much." She explained. " She'll forever be on his side because she was in the business too." She said with a sigh. " It's just so complicated." It was more complicated in her brain, she was more upset than she was showing, but she was giving John something at least. " Welcome to my family. By the way." She joked, rolling her eyes. She got out the car and followed him out, beginning to feel everything start to cool down. It was at least going to be a whole twelve hours until she had to be awake. That was a sleep in.

" Awh. He pushes you because he knows you can take it. It's a compliment." She told him as they got into the elevator. " And I think you had a great match." She said leaning up on her tip toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. " You must be tired now." She pouted, taking her bag as the elevator stopped and she rolled her suitcase towards their room.


*

Morrison sat at the table and sighed, " Yeah, look Mickie is nuts." He said with a head shake. He could understand why Trish wanted revenge, the woman had unceremoniously ended their friendship in a disgusting manner. He sat back on the seat and sighed, running a hand through his hair. " All I know, is that I wouldn't be letting her get away with it." He said picking up his menu to give it a read. The last thing he needed was to deal with Trish and her guard up. He didn't want to make her feel like that, but he figured his question was warranted. " I think I'm carded for a storyline with Ziggler." Some stuff manifested itself, others was storylined. The newer, lower carded guys got storylines so that they knew how things went. And now that Vince was aiming for a less PG looking company since Linda was done wasting money. It was back to getting nasty.

He glanced around and took another deep breath. " I like this brunette thing by the way. It really suits you." He said wtih a small smile. The new Trish was just like the old one. Not the one who beat all the easy Diva's, the one who went through tables, and had great matches with girls like Lita and Victoria. It was badass Trish.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:30 AM

Welcome to the family, indeed. The only family crazier he could be involved with would be of he were to see Natalia Neidhart. Nothing against the Hart's, half the business was owed to them, but they were crazy to have the whole family for 4 generations be in then business. He would probably never be allowed within 20 feet of her, anyway. Not being a technical wrestler meant you were not that welcome. Only Davey Boy had pushed those boundaries.

"Sure wish he would compliment some other way. I'm going to lose the title to your friends new boyfriend if they keep beating me like this." He groaned then she planted a kiss on his lips. He wanted nothing more than do what she was looking for, but he wasn't sure his body could do it. He gently removed her from him as the doors dinged open. He brushed a hair from her face before waiting and making for their room. Once inside he dumped his bags and leaned against the wall by the window.

He hurt. Umaga had decimated him. DX had pushed him hard two nights in a row. Holding onto the title was harder than getting it, so it felt. He looked over to his girl and hoped she would never feel like this, knowing it was a silly thought. "Times like these make me wish I wasn't straight edge." He said as he found the bed.

**

"Believe me. She's in the cross hairs. I'm not vindictive, but I may break that rule to teach her and everyone else a lesson." She said as she glanced at the menu, already knowing what she wanted. "Ziggler? That should keep you busy." She came commented. She was caught off guard when he complimented her. She looked up and felt her cheeks coloring. "Thank you." She said simply then recovered herself. "Didn't know I was a brunette, did you? Luckily I can pull both off." She said with a sly smile as the waitress approached.

"I'll have the tortellini with Italian sausage, fennel and mushrooms. And your house red." She said and handed the menu to the waitress. The wine should relax her. She had felt herself tense when the conversation had turned to john and Elisha. Tense Trish meant untalkative.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:30 AM
" Awh baby." She pouted, watching him. She was worried, it'd been a while since people had gone after him so hard, since people were so hell bent on making his life hell. She half wondered if it was because of her. After all, Triple H and Shawn wouldn't be testing him so much. " I was going to run a bubble bath, if you wanted to join me." She suggested, not for sexual reasons, or even to be romantic, but just to relax. She moved to kneel infront of him, offering a soft smile. " I want you to remember something." She said taking his hand, " Your fans love you because you never give up, because you get back up when you're knocked down." She said softly. " I know you're tired babe, and I know you don't know how long you can keep these fights up for, but I need you to remember who you are, and what's in your heart." She said pointing to his muscular chest.

Clearing her throat, she kissed him softly, gently resting her forehead against his. " You've done this before, you've beaten them all, and I want you to remember that you're John Cena, and no body is going to take your belt from you." She wasn't great at pep talks, or anything of the like but it was straight from the heart. She stood and moved to the bathroom to run the bubble bath. They were lucky enough to be treated to large bathrooms and comfortable beds. A hotel room would never be home, but sometimes it was nice to have the luxurious extras.

The water ran, and the bubbles got bigger as Elisha stood in the mirror inspecting her bruises. Some bruises went away over time, but there were a few that took too long. Melina knew where to hit, her weak spots and that was what she had gone for the night before at Wrestlemania. Sighing she moved out of the bathroom to grab a Cosmo magazine from her bag, moving back to the bathroom to strip off and submerge herself in the bubbles. If her man wanted to join her he was more than welcome.

*

" Sometimes people need to be put back in their place. And they need to be reminded about respect." He pointed out. As far as he was concerned he was sitting with a future Hall of Famer. Trish had set the bar for the Diva's like Elisha, she deserved a HoF ring. He looked at the menu, before up at the waitress after Trish had ordered. " I'll have the steak, medium rare." He said with a nod. It wasn't pasta, which was nice. Sometimes he got sick of pasta, it'd been what Melina had shoved down his throat every time that they had gone out for dinner. She had needed to remember, he was never going to build muscle like Cena and Trips. He wasn't like those guys.

" You can most certainly pull off brunette. It's edgier, that's for sure." She didn't look like a blonde bimbo, that it appeared Vince turned them into. They all had their own image, but line them up all they were all some kind of male fantasy. He sat back and looked around the restaurant for a moment. " You know, it's okay to talk about things." He'd noticed how sometimes she closed off, especially when he spoke about certain people. " I mean, I understand. But I want you to know, I have an ear if you ever need to just get some stuff out." He was sweet on the Canadian bombshell, sue him.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:31 AM
John looked at Elisha as she talked to him and tried reminding him of who he was. She was saying all the right things, but he knew it wouldn't mean a thing to his body. He knew most of his fans were there for the reasons she listed, but he had slowly been losing them. They were starting to see him tiring.

When she recommended a bubble bath he almost laughed at her. He hasn't had one since he'd been a kid. Once he realized she was serious and drawing up the bath, he forced himself up off the bed despite his body's protesting. He dragged to the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe to see her slipping into the bath. He started to say it wouldn't hold them both, but saw she wouldn't take no for an answer. Stubborn as all hell.

He stripped off his clothes and kicked them into a corner before slipping into the bath behind her. How legs stretched out around hers and he leaned back, pulling her against his chest. He let most of his chest submerge and his fingers rubbed her arms. She was right. This was helping. It may not heal his wounds but it relaxed him. He took in a deep breath of her scent and brought his head forward to nuzzle her neck.

He was lucky to have her. Every day he was realizing that more and more. He slid her hair around to her other shoulder and kissed her just behind the ear, then Nuzzled her there. "You were right." He finally murmured into her skin. "I've got a few days off middle of the week and was going to go home to Mass. Want to meet my dad?" He asked, still laying kisses across her neck and shoulders. He hadn't realized until now that she hadn't met his family. The first girl he would bring home since high school. None of the others had lasted.

******

Trish nodded to Morrison. She knew all about what he was saying. She had put Lita in her place, Victoria as well. Now it was Mickie's turn. Beating a wrestler when they were down was grounds for anger, but taking it further the way she did made it personal. The whiplash from the clothesline had been enough. The gesture and kiss still made Trish irate. She felt taken advantage of. The damn pictures were everywhere.

Her wine arrived and she took a long drag to try and wash the distaste away. She set the glass down and gave Morrison half a smile. "Thank you." She said, so used to compliments but it felt different coming from him.

The fact he picked up on her unease so well was almost unnerving. She was usually so good at keeping emotions to herself. Completely shutting down when he had started talking about her friends had been a huge sign, however. She swallows and took another drink of wine before laughing softly at herself. "You know, someone said that to me once and then made me fight him in the ring." She stated, but then wished she hadn't. "I'm sorry. That wasn't meant against you. Its just still a fresh cut. You take that chance that you told yourself was a bad idea and it turns out to be true. I knew better. I knew better both times." She said and looked away momentarily. Chris had been her first mistake. Chavo her second. How does one recover after that? "I shouldn't be so selfish. You're kinda going through the same thing, aren't you?" She asked, thinking of how Melina had sidled up to Chavo. She couldn't feel jealous. She just felt it had been the plan all along.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:33 AM
Elisha chuckled somewhat, offering a smile. " Of course I'm right." She grinned, relaxing back into his grip with a smile. His body was tired, and he needed to relax. She'd do whatever she could to help him, make him happy. Why? Because she loved him and the last thing she wanted was him getting hurt because his body was letting him down. He was already slowing after a run of tough matches, relaxing and having a couple of days to himself would certainly do him some good. She giggled slightly at his touch, and placed her hands over his, resting her head back against him. She wished it could be like this all the time.

When he mentioned going to meet his family, she swallowed rather hard. " You want me to meet your family?" All his brothers? His parents? She was worried they wouldn't like her, would they not think she was good enough for their pride and joy? It'd been a long time since she'd had to meet the parents. But it was only fair right? After all, John had been grilled in Texas by her whole extended family. It was about time she met the people that kept her man's ego in check. " I can definetly figure something out." She nodded. " I have one night off, so I can fly to Mass." She told him softly. There was no chance she'd miss it, no matter how much it scared her.

" I wish we could spend more time like this." She finally admitted as she closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the moment. Most nights they had house shows, and usually had the car ride together before they fell asleep. Yes, it was what they signed up for, and yes they knew that this was never going to be easy, but it was hard not to want more moments like this. " I love you." She told him softly, turning around slightly to press a kiss to his lips. " And I'm glad you're beginning to realise I'm always right." She teased, in an attempt to make him laugh. That was all she wanted, for him to be happy.


*

" I'm not stupid enough to fight you in the ring. You've had more matches in that ring than I ahve had hot dinners." He pointed out. Morrison knew his place and he was never going to over step the line. He chuckled slightly and moved some hair behind his ears. " Yeah, but Melina is different." He explained to her. " I mean, you always have that one person that no matter how much they hurt you, no matter how much they betray you, you just know eventually you'll fall back into that trap. It's happened too many times for me to even be surprised by me saying that." And maybe saying it to Trish wasn't a good idea, but he figured she'd understand. Everyone had seen the chemistry between her and Y2J. He had no doubt that she'd go back to him if the opportunity arose.

" Anyway, lets not talk about that kind of thing." He said with a small smile. " Tell me something I don't know about you." He said, sipping from his water. He wasn't a huge drinker as it was. " And it could be as little as your guilty pleasure is chocolate." He laughed. " I know mine is m&m's." He laughed. " Any type, any colour."

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:33 AM
"That was the gist of it." He said to her, kissing her shoulders and flexing his hand so her fingers fell between his. He could almost feel her tremble which nearly made him laugh. If he could survive her family she had nothing to worry about. Considering they were all practically men, it'd be smooth sailing. She was one of the guys and he could see her fitting in perfectly in a family football game. Sure, there were going to be obnoxious comments and questions that their dad would yell at them for, but he felt she could shrug it off with a laugh just as easily as he could.

"That is, if you want to spend your night off in Newbury. I don't want to keep you from anything, though I could certainly do so." He said with a grin against her skin. She shifted and planted a soft kiss on his lips as she said 'I love you'. Then she had to go and say she was always right. He erupted in a soft laughter and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "So you think you've trained me, have you?" he said before he rose up and scooped her up. After relaxing, his body was feeling up to picking up a girl a quarter of his size.

He held her naked frame close before dumping her on the bed. He crawled on top of her and held her hands above her head. "I think it's time I train you." He said before kissing her hard on the mouth and slowly spreading her legs with his wet knee.

****


She laughed at his comparison, having never heard it put that way before. She grew quiet when he branched out to Melina, however. She felt the hurt and betrayal in his voice as he talked about her and it reminded her all too much of when she used to talk to Lita about Chris. He had been the one to really rip her heart out. Chavo hadn't been close. Chris had been the closest thing to a soul mate she had ever had, but he was gone. And she was better for it.

She was about to try to answer when their food arrived. She thanked the waitress and twirled her pasta around the fork, then taking a bite. She used the opportunity to think about his question. Once she was done chewing she took a drink of wine and wiped her mouth. "I want to open a yoga studio." She said, having not shared that secret with anyone but her mother and her old mentor Robert Kennedy. She knew she could do it, but splitting her time was just not an option. It would be suicide to try.

"What about you? M and Ms so do not count." She said with a laugh.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:34 AM
She hadn't expected for John to react that way. Not that she minded in the slightest, although the sudden movement out of the warm water ensured a gasp escaped her lips. And here she was being nice to her boyfriend because she thought he was tired. " Oh. You think I need some training, huh?" She asked against his lips as they kissed. She happily let her legs spread, as her body was directed to do so. If this was how he wanted to spend his night with her, then she'd happily do so. Although she'd have to be careful that he didn't work too hard. The last thing Elisha wanted was for her to be blamed for his form. But in any case, she'd happily go along with it.

It didn't even matter that their bed was getting soaked from the bath water, they were together and to be honest she couldn't ignore the electricity that ran through her veins, the way he made her heart speed up and her skin tingle. No body else could do that to her. She continued to play his game, hell, she liked to be teased just as much as he gave it. But, she was a good girlfriend and wasn't going to let him do all the work. Somehow, she found herself straddling him, and she looked down with a grin. The last thing she was going to let him use up all of his energy. Plus, sometimes it was nice to be in charge.


*

" What do you mean M&M's don't count?" He asked her, as if he was gobsmacked. It was a good secret. Hell, you should have seen him when he walked into M&M World. He literally was a kid in a candy store. " Alright, well if M&M's don't count....." he trailed off with a sigh. " If I hadn't of become a wrestler I would have been a fireman." He explained to her. " I went through all the training and everything, but then the Tough Enough opportunity came around, and I guess the rest is history." He said with a shrug, but that was something alot of people didn't know about him. " Oh, and you know if that didn't work out, I could have always stayed being a bartender, I always seemed to make some good tips on that." He chuckled.

He took another bite of his food and thought for a while, looking around the restaurant. " It's nice just to have a drama-free dinner. Usually, Melina would be complaining about everything." He explained. Although he stopped, and shook his head. " I'm sorry, I shouldn't bring her up, but she's been a part of my life for a long time. I kinda thought she'd be there to the end as well." And why wouldn't he, he never thought she'd leave him to climb the ladder. The fame hungry monster that Melina had turned into, was someone he had never known before.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:34 AM
John couldn't even remember half of what happened by the time Elisha lay on top of him, starting to fall asleep. All he could remember was the ecstasy when the moment came, both of them going at the same time. He looked over and saw an opened condom wrapper in the corner, glad he remembered to put that on sometime in the middle of their ecstasy. His eyes closed momentarily, but then opened them again and tapped his girl on the shoulder. He threw off the top blanket from under them, then slipped under the other two layers that were saved from the water their bodies had brought to the bed.

He sighed and pulled Elisha over his chest again, brushing her still damp hair away and kissing her forehead. He felt like he had waited too long for this. He had wanted to be sure before their first time, but he hadn't realized how much they had been missing. They were a perfect match. He had never felt the ecstasy during that moment like he did with her. He took a deep breath then let it out and wrapped an arm around her. "Good night, my love." He said, eyes closing.

******


She looked up as he said he would've been a fireman. She couldn't see it. It seemed so different from his personality. But then, she hadn't known him before Tough Enough. In fact, she had almost forgotten that was where he had come from. Most of the time the people that were a part of it faded away and were never heard from again. Well, except Josh Matthews, but so many forgot where he came from, too.

She laughed after a second when another picture came into her head. "I'm sure a lot of women would set their houses on fire to get you to come by." She laughed again, imagining him shirtless walking up to a woman's door. The conversation turned and she became quiet. She knew how he felt. Maybe not as closely, but she had been there.

Without thinking twice she reached across and grabbed his hand in hers. "We've all felt that way one time or another. But moving forward is the next step. Time heals." She said, rubbing her thumb across the side of his hand. Amazing how quickly she put her own pain aside to comfort another in need.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:35 AM
She wasn't sure how one thing lead to another but it did. For the second night in a row she collapsed on his chest and curled up somewhat with a smile. She'd never felt like the way he made her feel, and sure he'd made her wait, but it was perfect. " Night." She replied tiredly as she pulled the covers around her and John and fell asleep, feeling like she was on cloud nine. John would never know how he made her feel, it was things she could never describe with words. But even when it was all over, she slept the best she had in a long time, simply because she was in his arms and she was safe.

The sound of her alarm was what woke her up from her slumber. Slowly she pulled herself up from her spot, and wiped some sleep from her eyes. But a few moments later she lay back down and groaned. " Babe." She whined. " Turn the alarm off." She grumbled, lazily motioning towards the phone that was making a terrible sound for that early in the morning. After the night before, the last thing she wanted to do was get up and go somewhere. Why wouldn't she want to stay in bed all day with her man?


*

He nodded his head for a moment and laughed. He had no doubt that women would have set things on fire just to have him at their door. They probably would now. He wasn't so sure about back then. His body had changed over the years, that was for sure. He finished his meal, and ate up everything on his plate. It was damn tasty that was for sure. He certainly enjoyed it. And the company had been great too. As the conversation got deeper, the last thing he expected was to have Trish comfort him. He most certainly wasn't expecting that.

He nodded his head somewhat and sighed. " Thanks." He said with a soft smile. He cleared his throat and pulled his hand back softly with a sigh. " We should probably be heading back. I've got an early flight, and I have no doubt that you have alot to do tomorrow." She probably had alot of questions to answer, for one thing.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:35 AM
John heard Elisha's alarm in the back of his mind when it went off. He simply took in a deep breath and started to doze again when he felt her start to stir, then give up. Then she was dragging him into it. He half groaned and reached for her phone, eyes still closed. He slammed some buttons until it stopped, then dropped it to the floor. "Just flush it a d you won't have an alarm anymore." He said during a yawn.

He rolled over and pulled her to him, her skin soft and warm against his. "They don't need you today." He whispered and kissed her neck. He could think of something that would be far more productive if when stayed where she was, knowing she had to go anyway.

*****

She pulled back at the same time he did and finished her food with a few more bites. She washed it down with the wine and nodded as he commented on tomorrow. She laughed once the wine was settling in her stomach. "Yeah, if I'm allowed to talk to .com. There might be a ban on that, too." She said with a smirk as the waitress arrived with the check and removing their plates.

She started for her card to cover dinner for the evening. "I got this, rookie." She said with a wink, remembering when she had been forced to cover dinner for the vets when she first started. Talk about breaking bank.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 11:35 AM
" I wish they didn't need me." Elisha responded after a few moments, picking up her head off his chest. She certainly would much rather have spent her day with him in bed. All she wanted was a day off to do that. At least they'd have some time in Mass together. Finally after five more minutes of grumbling, she sat up and rubbed the back of her head, blonde locks flying around her face. She moved to grab one of John's t-shirts off the chair near the bed and pulled it over her head, the fabric swamping her.

Mumbles and grumbles were heard as she moved to the bathroom and eventually turned on the shower. She washed away any tiredness, or attempted to anyway, stepping out of the shower, she wrapped the towel around her and moved out to her suitcase. " How's that sleeping thing going?" She asked him with an eye roll, pulling on some cute under garments and a cute, white, fitted dress over the top. She tossed the last of her clothes into her suitcase and glanced at the bed again. Lucky bastard.

Her peachy coloured pumps moved over to sit on the bed next to him. " Alright babe." She told him with a grin, running her fingers down his chest. " I've gotta go, I'll see you in the next city." She said leaning in close and smirking. " Bye." She didn't kiss him, instead standing and grabbing all her stuff. Elisha would make him wait for that kiss in the next city. " Love you!"


*

He was more than happy to get the check, but he never got the chance, letting out a laugh as she called him a rookie. " I'll get the next one." He said to her as they moved back to the Dodge Stratus. " I wonder what ban they'll put on you. Although I doubt you'll be banned on RAW. Think of the ratings you'll bring in." He was right, there was no doubt about that. Vince wouldn't keep her away for too long. And he was sure there'd be an interview on .com within 24 hours. As they pulled up to the hotel he smiled. " I think this is where we part ways. Us rookies don't get fancy hotel rooms."

" Thanks again for the great night." He said, moving towards the first floor of rooms. He was lucky enough to be sharing a room with Justin Gabriel. He doubted the guy would be back, so he'd be able to get the first shower in, ready for the early start.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 11:35 AM

He groaned as she slipped away from him and grabbed a pillow to supplement her. He rolled to his belly and went back to a light slumber. he heard the shower turn off and smiled when she questioned him in a jealous manner. "Amazingly." He replied to her asking how his sleep was going. He couldnt recall the last time he could relax in the morning,and have 2 days off. He would go home today and she would join him tomorrow. Perfect.

He rolled over onto his back, sprawling, when she sat on the bed next to him. She said she would see him in the next city and he smiled. "See you then." He said as the door began to close. He rolled back over and decided to catch a few more hours.

******

"He can't ban me for long. I'll just skip in the back door." She said with a laugh before pulling up to the hotel. "You're welcome. It was the least I could do after you helped me." She said as they parted ways and she made for the top floor. Once in the room, she showered and tended to her face as well as she could, the bruise still prominent around her eye. With a sigh she climbed under covers and turned out the lights.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:17 PM
It was strange not having John around when she was travelling. She was so used to talking to him on the plane, having a companion in the car, chilling out in his locker room. Having a whole day without him was strange. A new city, a new hotel room and no boyfriend. Needless to say she didn't want to get used to it. Although, she was lucky enough to be having the whole following day off, so she really didn't spend much time at the hotel.

It wasn't a long flight to Mass. But it was nerve wracking. Hell the whole cab trip was too. She quickly paid for the cab, and grabbed her bags, moving to the door of the house infront of her and pressing the doorbell. John's family was so important to him, they needed to like her. So she stood, hand in the pockets of her skinny jeans, awaiting nervously. Poor girl hadn't been this nervous in a long time.

*

Morrison had spent the day training and starting his first run of appearances. Now he had the briefcase, he was getting a much busier schedule. He had hardly any free time the whole week, he had to admit it wasn't easy adjusting to it. He had even more respect for the top guys now he had a busier schedule. He could only imagine how hard they worked and how tired they got. He'd never complain to them again. Lying back on the bench after the house show, he scrolled through .com, looking for anything interesting. Surely Trish had given an interview.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:17 PM
John had made it home later the afternoon of the day he and his girl had said goodbye. Or rather, she said goodbye and he went back to sleep. His dad had opened the door and John dropped his bags just inside to get a hug from him. It was just the two of them for now, the rest of the family would come tomorrow, and his brothers would show up later. After a few minutes of visiting he made his way upstairs to his room, third on the left. He opened the door and looked around. It was missing his old wrestling posters and held a much larger bed now, but otherwise it was the same.

He had yet to buy a house and would stay with his dad if he wanted to spend family time. He dropped his bags on the full sized bed and looked around. The walls were still that light orange, and his bed set as now a pale blue as well. Classic colors for him.

The following day the his dad was out back getting the grill ready for the afternoon when the rest of the family arrived. His brothers were out getting dogs, brews, and every other side dish they would need. He was getting cups and plates around when he heard the door bell. "Got it!"he yelled to his dad and made for the front. He opened the door and smiled at Elisha.

"Sure you're at the right house?" He questioned with a grin before picking her up around the waist and giving her a hard kiss. "Missed you." He said before setting her down and grabbing her bag for her. He led her upstairs to his room and put her bag by his in the corner. He turned back to her and pulled her close by the belt loops in her jeans. "You can meet dad first before everyone else gets here. I can't promise you'll remember names." He said before leaning his head and kissing her again . it had been strange to be sleeping alone.

***

Trish had spent the week in seclusion, having retired to her home in Toronto to get her head together and build some muscle where doctors couldn't tell her otherwise. The only person she had seen was a writer from .com. Her message had been clear. She was coming for Mickie and wasn't going to play by Vince's rules either. She knew how it sounded and she meant for it to come out that way. Fun Trish was in the closet. The boxing gloves were on now.

The message had got through to corporate and the ban was lifted. She was to be there Monday. She didn't know if she had a match, but at least she would be there. She closed the door to the stratus and adjusted her sunglasses so the camera wouldn't catch her nasty black eye until after she got some make up on it. Normally she would show bruises with pride, but the shade of green/yellow it was turning was not attractive.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:18 PM
She'd thought about running from the door, never to return. But her want and need to see her boyfriend was bigger than her fear of meeting the Cena's. When the door opened, she smiled widely, and grinned when he picked her up and kissed her. " I'm actually not sure if this is the right place." She said with a laugh, moving inside the house and following him. It was so homely, you could just feel the love coming out of the walls. Elisha could just see how happy he was here.

Elisha took note of all the photos on the wall, all the awards, certificates and newspaper clippings that had been framed and put on the wall with such love and adoration for their son. He pulled her close when they got into his room, and she slipped her arms around him, kissing him. " I missed you more." She told him before taking a step away and grabbing his hand. " Lets go!"

It was the moment of truth as she was lead downstairs and taken outside. A grill was set up, and brews were chilling on ice. This was the kind of barbeque that he'd described as one of his favourite things. " I can understand why you love this." She said with a smile, looking around the backyard. When she saw his dad coming towards them, and John beginning to introduce her. She was certainly nervous as she shook the mans hand and he pulled her into a hug. Well, this family was alot more welcoming than hers.

Brothers began to arrive, and she was beginning to be introduced. Remembering names was certainly going to be a challenge.

*

A show without The Champ was something that didn't happen often. But everyone needed some time, and it gave the younger guys a chance to step up to the plate. He had moved out of his locker room and noticed that Trish was walking past. He moved to keep in stride with her, grinning. " Nice interview." He said with a smile. No champs, they needed someone to lift their rating and no doubt this was the way to do it. Trish was the girl they could rely on.

He had a match with Dolph coming up, and he had to cut a promo about the briefcase and how he was coming after Cena. He was nervous, it'd been a while since he had been on the mic, and he hadn't been great at it before some training. Nervous was an understatement.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:19 PM
John was pleased as Dan, Sean, Matt, and Steve welcomed her into his family as only they knew how. Snagging her away for 'private chats' and disclosing the most embarrassing information on her boyfriend that he had hoped the keep quiet. While that was going on, his father had pulled him aside. He clapped him on the back and smiled at him.

"You've done well, son." He said simply before turning away and pulling the dogs off the grill. They were devoured quickly along with a good amount of the brews in the ice tub. Once stomachs had settled, the football game started. John forced his girl on the field on a team with Steve, Dan, and his father.

By the time the sunset started, Elisha had been fully made a part of the family. His brothers and dad retired inside to watch a game, but john stayed on the deck with Elisha to watch the sun descend. He yawned before pulling her close to him and kissing her hair. "I'd say it went well." He said to her with a smile.

*

Trish smirked as Morrison sidled up next to her and congratulated her. She removed the sunglasses and let them hang from the neck of her shirt. "Thanks. It got me precisely what I wanted. I see you're stepping up to the mic tonight." She commented,having seen the time slots posted on the wall. There was still a blank spot and she knew it was for her. What she was going to do with it she still hasn't decided.

Then it came to her. She stopped and turned to john, feeling uneasy about asking him to help her, but she couldn't do this one alone. "Would you mind helping me with something? I just got an idea on how to get Mickie's attention." She said, feeling sinister, but the bitch had asked for it.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:19 PM
There were names and brothers that filled her head, and she did her best to get them right. She tried, but those types of things weren't exactly her strong point. She was nervous, even when John's father came up and gave her the warmest hug she could quite possibly have ever been a part of. She was polite and remembered her southern manners, and sometimes couldn't quite help the Sir and Ma'am's that slipped out. It was habit is all. But everyone was kind enough to let embarassing information about John slip, and was more than willing to divulge information she had no doubt he had asked them to keep quiet, how sweet.

Once Elisha had eaten her fair share of the amazing dinner that had been put together by his parents, the family football game ensued. She'd make sure her boyfriend, of which she loved and cared about so deeply didn't win. And so, like only a girl, who wasn't particularly great at football would do, she jumped on John's back to distract him. But apparantly it wasn't enough to distract a college football star.

It was an odd feeling, being so easily welcomed into the family. Surely there was one person who wouldn't like her. There had to be. She sat on the deck, resting her head on John's shoulder with a soft smile, watching the sunset. " You sure they like me?" She asked, " Even your Mom?" Why wouldn't she be nervous about it? She truly loved John, and at this point couldn't see her life without him, everyone needed to like her. " By the way, you have to be nice to me because your brothers spilled so many embarassing secrets, I now have ammo." She teased. Maybe when everything was all said and done in the business this would be what life was like? She doubted it.


*

" I'm just hoping I'm not too rusty on the mic. It's been a while." He explained to her with a chuckle, " I mean, I've had alot of training but I'm not great." He reasoned with a shrug of his shoulders and a smile. He felt he could be rather open and honest with Trish and he liked that. There wasn't many people in this business you could rely on to do that. Then she stopped and turned to face him, and to be honest he wasn't quite sure what was coming. And then, she asked for his help.

" You need my help?" He said, staring at her for a moment, no doubt with a dumbfounded look on his face. " Sure, sure, whatever you need." He had no idea what Trish had instore for Mickie but he did know she better watch out. Things were about to get nasty.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:20 PM
He couldn't help but laugh as his girl worried about people liking her. He watched the sunset and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him. "They couldn't hate you if they tried, baby." He said, using an affectionate name while kissing her hair. He had only been slightly concerned about his mother liking her. She was the most pure girl he had ever been with. What you saw was what you got with her and he wouldn't change her for anything.

"Oh, I'm sure they did. Assholes." He said jokingly, falling into laughter yet again. As far as he could remember he hadn't done anything too embarassing, but when you wrestled for a living who knew what was considered embarassing and what wasn't. "What do you think? Can you handle this family?" He asked her, fingers rubbing her shoulder. Over the last few days he had realized how much she meant to him and how likely it was she would be in his life forever. He didn't feel up to popping that question just yet, but assuring she liked his family was a first step, right?

**

"Yes." She admitted to needing his help. It was not something easy for her, but to get Mickie she would need more muscle than what she had. Morrison was the only one she could count on. It felt weird to say that after only have worked with him for a few weeks, but it was the truth. Even if Cena were here she wouldn't ask him. This was too dirty for him.

Sighing she faced him fully. "It's risky." She warned, knowing full well what the repercussions could be, but she was done playing by the rules. She had to go below the belt to beat off the crazy fan of hers. "I need your help abducting Kenny Dykstra. The two of them have a thing and tying him to a chair in the middle of the ring is the one thing I know Mickie won't ignore." She said, feeling evil even thinking of doing this. In this business, you had to play dirty sometimes.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:20 PM
John pulled her close as the sun began to settle, and she couldn't think of a better place to be. She wasn't thinking about what she needed to do tomorrow, or what she had planned for the rest of the week. All she cared about was being here, with John. She pulled the hoodie over her fingers a little more and smiled. " I most definitely think I can handle this family." Because if she couldn't she'd lose him, and that just wasn't an option anymore. Alot of the roster thought they were just screwing around, letting off some steam every night, they were the people that didn't quite understand that this was a serious relationship that had been going on for close to a year. " I mean, if I can beat you in a game of football, then I can definitely hadn't your family." She teased. It wasn't her, it had mainly been his brothers, but it was fun to tease him about. After all, he was the college star, right?

Grinning, she looked up at him and gave him and honest smile. " There's no place I'd rather be, right now." She was in his arms, watching the sunset, in one of the warmest family homes she'd been in. Of course, it'd taken a couple of hours for John's mother to warm up to her, to realise that she wasn't in this for money or fame, and that Elisha truly cared about her son. He made her laugh, he made her smile, and he made her feel loved. Of course, he made her feel other things, but they were not topics you could bring up to your boyfriends mother. Not if she wanted to stay around. Their bedroom life was private and it was going to stay that way.

The sun slowly disappeared, and it began to get a little colder. " Lets head inside, I'm sure your brothers and dad want to hang out with you. I'll go help your Mom clean up and do dessert." She told him, pressing a kiss to his lips and standing up. The boys needed time together, and she was sure his mother had a thousand questions for her. And questions she'd happily answer too. No doubt that Carol would interrogate her if she had the chance. She took his hand and moved inside, letting go as she split off to head to the kitchen. She began to dry some dishes, and it was only a few moments before the questions started, which Elisha answered honestly and openly, all she could do was confirm to his Mom how in love she was with him, and she could see the smile grow bigger.

*

Kidnap Kenny? Was she serious? It wouldn't be easy, but she was right, it'd get Mickie's attention. Everyone had seen how close the two of them were backstage. Although it sounded like it was ridiculous, and over the top. It was going to work. " I think I can most definitely help you with that." He smirked. After all, Kenny was one of his friends, and it would just be a point of luring him away long enough. He'd have to ensure his friend didn't take this personally. It was all business and nothing more. He'd understand. He hoped.

It was dirty, and something people didn't expect from Trish, but she was a new woman almost and this was what she had to do. " What do you need me to do?" Whatever she suggested, or told him to do, he'd happily be a part of it. He was trying to climb the ranks, and this was just another way of doing so. This was just a way of ensuring that people remembered that John Morrison was a force to be reckoned with. He might have been helping Trish out with her own problem, but it wasn't going to harm anything he did. It'd only help.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:20 PM
"You're braver than I." he commented with a laugh as she started leading him inside. He went separate ways and sat down on the couch, sinking into the cushions.

"You should go on a diet, John. Jesus." Matt laughed and John smirked, grabbing his brother and giving him a noogie.

"It's called muscle. You should workout sometime, string bean." He said before letting him go.

"Yeah, maybe if you hit the weights you could get a fox like that." Steve commented on Elisha and John shook his head, laughing. Yeah, he knew he was one lucky guy. There were millions of people who wanted to be him. And the other way around, too.

"So where's the ring, bro?" Sean asked and John raised his brow to his brother. "No ring? Come on, man. We all see the way you two look at eachother. To quote Beyonce, if you like it you should put a ring on it." Which caused the rest of them to erupt in laughter.

"Oh, I didn't know you aspired to be a female singer, Sean." John replied which caused a round of 'oh's.

"Come on boys, leave him alone. You don't rush those things." His dad finally stepped in and John relaxed against the couch.

"I'll do it when the time is right." Was all John said and left it at that.



"So, is my son treating you like he should?" Carol asked Elisha as she dried off a dish. John had never been one to discuss relationships and she was genuinely curious. She knew her son treated her like a queen, just as she had raised all her boys, but she wanted to hear it.

**

She was relieved when he said he would help. There was no way she could do it herself. "I need him out in the ring before the show starts. Tied to a chair, blindfolded and gagged. Think you can do that?" She knew she was asking a lot, but this was the only idea she had to kick off her rivalry with a bang. Mickie would just laugh at her if she outright challenged her. This would drive the point home.

"If you can get him out there, I can probably do the rest. Feminine wiles and all." She said, knowing he might not be comfortable with tying him up. She recalled the two of them had a sort of friendship. Or she thought so. She hadn't really known much about Morrison until now. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind. At least I'm not insane." She commented, thinking through exactly what she was going to do. She had the privilege of kicking off the show.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:21 PM
Elisha had been drying a dish when carol spoke. " Yes Ma'am. He's amazing." Her smile was wide, and she honestly glowed with happiness. " He is the most wonderful person I know." She explained to the woman, who was so clearly proud of her son. It was hard to find words at how happy John made Elisha, how he made her feel all around, because to be honest there was no word to describe it. Elisha finished the last dish, and smiled softly. She looked at the time, and slowly moved out to the family room. She'd heard bits of the conversation between the boys, of course her heart skipped a beat, but she wouldn't exactly pin all her hopes on it. " Uhm. So. I was going to go for a run. If anyone wanted in." Because a football game wasn't going to work off everything, and she needed to be fit and healthy . " Oh. And please don't think I'm being rude and not wanting to spend time with you. I do, I so do. It's just I've gotta fit in a cardio workout before I think about relaxing." She wished she could flick her off switch, but sadly she couldn't, God she really hoped they understood.

She disappeared down the hall and into John's bedroom where her bag was. She wondered if she'd be sharing with John over night. Not that she wouldn't understand. After all, her family had made him sleep on a couch. Quickly, Elisha changed into a pair of black, rather small running shorts, and a hot pink running top. Of course, her brightly coloured rainbow trainers to match. At least if she got lost she'd be rather brightly coloured and easy to find. She grabbed her iPod, pink and black sweatbands around her wrists and headed out the door with a happy smile, waving. She was glad that John was staying back with his family. He needed family time, no doubt.

About two hours later, Elisha was standing by a lamp post, dialling John's number. She was lost, and had no idea where she was. She waited until she heard him answer, trying ever so hard not to laugh. " Hey. So. Uhm. I'm kinda lost." The blonde laughed, looking around. " I'm kinda near like, a school, and a bakery, and what appears to be an old school candy store." She said, taking an inquisitive look through the window. " Could you maybe send me directions on how to get home, or maybe come and get me?" Hanging up a few minutes later she moved to sit on a park bench. Well, this was embarrassing. This was a great impression to leave on her in-laws.

*

" I can get him in the ring and whatever. I'll tell him I've got some stripper or a surprise that he thinks is a stripper. Say it's for his birthday which is in a few days." Morrison was smart like that. He could think outside the square. " From then, he's all yours." He'd get Kenny in the ring, get him in one spot, and then it was up to Trish. Yes, he wanted to support Trish, but he didn't want to lose his friends either, the last thing he wanted was for people to think he was brown nosing and ass kissing. He wouldn't like that, he wouldn't be able to deal with that too well. He'd worked too damn hard to get here, there was no chance he was letting anybody take that away from him.

Trish would be kicking off the show, and he'd be not far behind. They were proving that the big guns didn't need to be here sometimes. Plus, they still had Shawn and Triple H. They'd get the show pumping. It was about time The Champ had a rest. Although, Morrison really did want Cena to be a little tired, he wanted the guy run down. It'd make cashing in so much better. " So, you want him out here for the start of the show?"

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:21 PM
John had stayed with his family, feeling his body still protesting too much to do a strenuous run. He hated it, but when you didn't listen to your body you ended up out on the couch for months. How many wrestlers had tried working through broken bones and torn ligaments only to be put out for more intense surgery.

His mom commented on Elisha and his dad kept the ring question off the table. He had gotten the question a lot lately and didn't really feel like discussing it with his mother. He was saved from it by a phone call. He started laughing immediately before answering, standing and already reaching for the keys to his truck. "I know where you are. I'll be there in a minute." He laughed before hanging up. "She's lost over by the old district." He said before leaving, seeing the humored looks on his family's faces.

John pulled up alongside the curb and put the truck in park, rolling down the window and grinning. "Looking for a ride, girl?" He questioned with a laugh before hitting the unlock button. "If you'd waited half a minute I couldda given you a route. But someone is like their father." He smirked, throwing the pickup into drive.

***

Trish turned her gaze to John and could read an amount of discomfort there. He didn't like the idea of tying up one of his friends because a girl asked him to, but he still hasn't said no. They both knew she couldn't do it alone. This business was cutthroat and the sooner he and Kenny learned that the better off they'd be. If they were true friends, Kenny would get it. If not, well, she knew she would be responsible for Morrison losing a friend.

"Just get him out there before camera's start rolling and I'll do the rest. Hopefully he won't say it was you. Mickie is my responsibility and doesn't need to be involving anyone else." She said to him. She didn't want him involved in this, knowing it wouldn't be surprising to see her interfere in Johns matches I'd she knew he helped her. With this new push, he didn't need a crazy person pulling him down.

Her hand found his forearm and she looked up at him. "Thank you. I know this won't be easy, but you're the only one I trust with this." She said, the words surprising her. She hasn't realized until now that she did trust him. Her hand dropped and they both slipped in her pockets. "Well, I gotta get ready." She said, biting her lip before continuing on to her room awkwardly. She trusted him. That really meant something. She trusted so few, why would she trust him?

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:22 PM
Elisha hung up the phone and stood leaning against the park bench while she waited. Oh, this was going to be completely embarrassing and a moment she would no doubt never be allowed to live down. It'd always be 'Remember that time when you got lost running?' It wasn't long, probably about ten minutes before she saw John's truck pull up and she laughed. " Oh, you could have given me a route huh?" She asked with a cheeky smirk. " I probably would have gotten lost on my way back anyway." She chuckled, pulling open the door to the truck with a grin. " And guilty as charged." She announced, hands in the air defensively as he commented on her likeness with her father. It was true, there were just some personality traits you were stuck with. And this was one of them.

She relaxed back into the passenger seat and placed her hand atop of his that wasn't on the steering wheel. " Your whole family is amazing." She told him honestly. " Like, seriously. I'm not just saying that. Absolutely amazing." They were wholesome, and honest. Now she could see where John got his calm demeanour from. Yes he got angry, and everyone had seen that in the ring, but she'd never seen that away from it. If anything, she was the hot head of the two of them.

She wiped some sweat from her brow, and took a long, relaxing breath. She'd pushed herself on that run, maybe a little more than her body had wanted. But it was certainly warranted. Maybe she'd just do some yoga, or weights in the morning. Maybe. The family home came into view and Elisha smiled once more. " Thanks, babe!" She said, leaning over to kiss him gently before getting out the truck. She waited until he was out of the truck before she ran up behind him and jumped on his back piggyback style. " Sweatyback!" She exclaimed, laughing. Oh god she could be so childish sometimes.

*

Morrison was surprised by her words, surprised by her touch, but it resonated with him. He knew it meant alot coming from Trish, and he knew she just didn't throw that kind of thing around. " Don't worry, I'll sort it." He confirmed to her, not saying anything else on the matter. He watched her go and headed into the opposite direction. He knew what he'd do, but it wasn't long until the show started and he had to go find Kenny. God, Kenny would never forgive him. No, that was a lie. He'd probably understand. Or he'd eventually get over it. When Mickie wasn't screwing him anymore because she'd moved on to someone else.

He didn't want to talk to anyone, in fact he got away from the scene of the crime quickly. The less people that saw him the better. Kenny was in the middle of the ring, and John had done his job. He needed people not to ask questions, or it just made it worse. Had he just betrayed a friends trust to climb the ladder a little? Surely having Trish Stratus trust you was something that could put you in good favour. Now he just needed to keep to himself and work hard, no one would suspect a thing.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:22 PM
He smiled as she commented on his family. It was exactly what he wanted to hear and he knew it wasn't forced. Even with their quirks, she liked them. He could tell she was already accepted to them. They all saw what everyone else seemed to be seeing.

When they pulled up and started for the door she jumped on him and he groaned. "Gross." He said with a laugh before opening the door and dumping her off. "Now you get to face off in an intense round of family bowling on the wii, swamp thing." He commented to her, picking her up and dumping her on the couch next to his dad.

"I don't want seconds on her controller!" Matt commented. John ripped his shirt off and rubbed on his brothers face.

"Eat it!" He said with a laugh before dropping it. Matt jumped up off the couch and went for him, John simply swinging around him and pulling him into a headlock. "Not so tough, Matty!" He said as he noogied him.

"Alright boys! Just because I can't pick you up I am the law!" Carol yelled playfully and John let Matt go.

"Yes mum." They both said and took a seat, pushing at eachother and laughing. Elementary school all over again.

**

Trish found herself in the ring with a tied down Kenny before the show started. "Sorry, bud. It's all business." She said to him before slipping the hood over him and turning to the tron as the fans filed in and wondered why Trish was there and who she had under the hood. Smart marks would get it the moment she ripped the hood off, but she would have to explain for everyone else. She was blowing the relationship open, something that was frowned upon, but she didn't play by the rules anymore.

Her outfit was just as ridiculous as Mickie's and with her hair she knew she would easily be mistaken for her as soon as the camera's started rolling. The fireworks went off and she readied herself with a few calm breaths.

"Ohhhh Mickieeeee." She started into the microphone and the arena went silent. She moved around Kenny in the rings, his head moving to follow her footsteps. He wasn't happy, but she had said all she had to say to him. "Mickie, I think you should come out here. I have a little....present for you." She said, running her finger over the hood. Kenny violently turned his head to get away from her. Oh yeah, he was pissed.

A few moments later Mickie's music hit and she stood on the ramp, her hair platinum blonde and wearing clothes similar to Trish's normal style. The arena erupted in laughter and Trish covered her mouth with her hand as she did as well. She had just taken this crazy train soooo much further. "You're not getting a match, Trish. I already beat you! I'm the number one contender now! I'm going to beat Elisha and..."

"You'll give me what I want once you see who I have down here with me!" Trish interrupted and sauntered over to Kenny. Mickie went silent and Trish rested her hand on the hood. She smiled maniacally before ripping the hood off and revealing a livid Kenny. Mickie dropped her microphone and the smart marks of the arena gasped loudly. They knew about the romance and the lines Trish had just crossed. It'd send the crazy diva over the edge.

"So...Mickie, what do you say?" She said, taking a seat on Kenny's lap and nuzzling her nose under his chin, her eyes still on the now blonde diva. She knew what she was doing, pushing all of Mickie's buttons. Laying hands on her man was one thing, but to push the limits by being sensual with him was another. Still nothing from her nemesis, she raised her head and bit his ear. She felt Kenny sigh and almost felt sick doing what she was doing. This was not like her at all, but she wanted Mickie in the ring and if this was how, then so be it.

"Stop! Stop! You have your match! Get off him!" She screamed and Trish smiled, letting go of his ear. She got off his lap and brought the mic to her lips.

"I knew you'd see things my way." She said before ripping Kenny's gag off and cutting the ropes that bound him. She kicked him towards the ropes and he scrambled up the ramp to Mickie. They both turned and glared at her, Mickie's hands on Kenny's face. "I'll be in touch." Was all she said before dropping the microphone and sliding through the middle rope and hopping down off the ring. Mickie and Kenny exited as Trish's new music hit and she started up the ramp with a pure evil grin on her face.

[Yunalesca]

ted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:22 PM
Elisha watched John with his brother and couldn't help but laugh. He was like a big kid, he really was. Hell, she wasn't surprised in the slightest. " Well." She grinned, holding the Wii Controller in her hand, she smirked. " Show me what you got Champ." She said challenging John with a smirk. The whole family room 'ooooohed' playfully and she did her best not to errupt in laughter. Even Carol seemed to want to see this. Elisha rose a challenging brow at him and smirked. " What? You chicken?" She asked, the chants of chicken from her boyfriends brothers backing her. It was a tiny little arena in here.

She waited with her hands on her hips as John set up his controller around his wrist. " You go first. You know, ladies and all." She laughed, another 'ooooh' coming from the brothers. Obviously she was just fooling around. Hell, half their job was trash talking and she was just poking some fun. Plus, she wanted to see what he'd come back with. This was starting something and she knew it. Maybe she'd sleep with one eye open. Even Carol was getting into this, egging on her son. It was clearly the whole family vs John at this point, and Elisha felt damn welcomed by it.

*

John sat in the back, eyes on the screen. " Sorry Bro." He mumbled, knowing Kenny was going to kill him. He'd forgive him, of course. After all, John would just point out that he'd had the Diva of the Decade in his lap. He watched from the storage box he'd had his eyes on the monitor from, as Kenny and Mickie came backstage, obviously in a heated discussion about what had just happened. Even Kenny telling Mickie she looked ridiculous. Which to be honest he couldn't agree more. She looked crazier than anyone had thought she was, that was for sure.

He managed to slip away without being noticed and head to the locker room. He had a match and a promo with Dolph to figure out, and the last thing he needed was another distraction. There was only so much dirty work one could do without getting distracted. And this time he needed to play it cool. He needed to show he was good on the microphone, otherwise there was no doubt in his mind that they'd find a way to take the contract from him.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:23 PM
"That sounds about right, you were never a lady." He commented to her with a laugh before throwing on the wiimote and rolling his first ball. A spare, he'd like to see her work that!

The game went on for a little while before John called a timeout. "Smack down." He commented and his brothers went to grab chips and dip for a snack while their mom followed them to keep them from making a mess. "Shit." Was all he said as he watched the Trish gimmick unfold. He took a seat and tapped Elisha to watch. Things were getting real. One saving grace was his girl wouldn't be facing off against her friend anytime soon. How felt this feud would rival the feud with Lita, and Victoria.

**

Trish stripped off the sashes and skirt when she got back to her locker room, donning a pair of leathers instead. She didn't anticipate making another appearance tonight, but if she did she wanted to be herself and not a Mickie clone.

She tool a seat to watch Morrison's spot, having full faith in him. He had a taste of being on the top now and he wouldn't drop the ball when he was so close.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:23 PM
Of course she talked a big game. So when he rolled a strike, she nearly crapped herself. But she was lucky enough to throw a strike. It was a game of luck, but she'd never tell him that. Beginners luck, that was all. The game continued until John called time and flicked the TV over. She was glad that they didn't have separate rosters anymore. Separate Raw and Smackdown rosters only worked for a little while. She turned when John got her attention focused on the screen. " Yeah, but you heard Mickie, she's number one contender. Trish beats Mickie to a pulp, then guess who's after my title." It'd only be a matter of weeks until Trish and Elisha were in the ring together. No doubt the next PPV it'd come to a head, and then probably a few more after that. This was going to be a rivalry for the books.

" Anyway, I'll worry about that tomorrow." She said with a grin, leaning up on her toes to kiss him softly. She really didn't want to be thinking about it all, she was having too much fun. When the chips and dips came out, she sat back on the couch and curled up next to John while they all sat down to watch the show. She had a feeling DX would make an appearance and call out The Champ, knowing he wasn't there. That or they'd have a hilarious skit. She hoped that it was the second. After all, they were funny.

*

Morrison moved out to the ring, and he had his promo, which was of course, cut short by Dolph and they fought it out in the ring. Both trying to get one up on eachother. Thankfully, he managed to hit his finisher and get Dolph for the one, two, three. He held the briefcase above his head and smirked, yelling about how he was coming for Cena. He slipped out the ring, and was stopped for an interview, when he continued to explain how he was the Money In The Bank contract holder, and that Cena better stay on his toes, because he was coming for the title.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:23 PM
"I don't think one match is going to do it for them. Especially after that. It just got personal for Mickie." He commented, watching. After that came a promo from Morrison which made the Champ sit forward and listen intently. He was letting Cena know he was coming for him. He already knew that, but now he was laying it out before him. Once it was over he sat back and cracked his knuckles. Another punk kid gunning for him. What else was new.

"You're right. Tomorrow's problem." He said, gently kissing her back. The rest of the show went on, ending with a skit from DX mocking the McMahons. He always wondered how they came up with their material. It was classic and always left him laughing even if Shawn had kicked his teeth in only a week ago. He was just glad they were hellbent on ruining Vince instead of him. He would have to fly under their radar, which would be hard considering he was seeing one members daughter. Must be how Vince felt with Triple H married to his daughter. Chaos.

After Smackdown his brothers gave their farewells, each picking up Elisha in a hug and doing a secret brotherly handshake with John as they went out the door. "Well kids, this is where we say goodbye for a while. Thought we might miss the movie if your brothers didn't leave!" John's dad said as he helped Carol into her light jacket. He threw on a hat and waved to them as he went out the door.

"Dad going to the movies. They must be living it up since we all moved out." He said with a laugh, pulling Elisha into him. "Now what would you like to do, miss? I can show you the sights. Or I can show you something else." He said with a smirk before kissing her.

**

"Trish?" Came a voice at the door and she looked up from the monitors, seeing Ashley poking her way in the locker room.

"Hey, long time no see." She started and got up, giving the girl a hug. "What's goin on?" She asked.

"Well, I just wanted to offer my support. I know Mickie is planning something after that. I've got your back." She offered, sticking out her hand. Trish shook it immediately.

"Two diva wrecking team. I like the idea." She said and Ashley nodded. It was exactly what she had been going for.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:23 PM
It was tomorrow's problem, and she really hoped that John was right. The girl needed more time before she went up against Trish. There was no way she was ready for that. 'Lisha might have been the champ, but Trish was Diva of the Decade. Elisha watched Morrison's promo, almost with an eyeroll. Did he really think he had a chance? Really? How ridiculous! When Smackdown ended, she farewelled the brothers, all of them and couldn't help but smile when his parents cutely held hands and headed out for a movie. It was incredibly cute to see people so in love after so much time. " They must enjoy the peace and quiet." She chuckled, as the door shut and she waved to them happily.

She slipped her arms around him and grinned, looking up at him. " Well, I mean I think I saw the sights when I went for a run....." She trailed off, biting her lower lip softly and slipping out of his grip. " But I mean....if you really want to go around and show me West Newbury, I'm cool with that too..." She laughed moving down the hall.

" But you got ten seconds to decide otherwise I'll be showering!" She called out to him from his bedroom as she gathered some clothes and moved to the bathroom, turning on the hot water. Company or not, the girl was sweaty. She stepped into the steaming shower and let the hot water fall over her. This had been so nice, just to relax and not think about anything at all.


*

Morrison strolled past the Diva's locker room and saw the conversation between the two of them. He waited until Ashley left before he knocked and offered Trish a wide smile. " Two diva wrecking team? You think Ashley can do much damage?" He questioned, with a small smile, keeping himself out of the locker room not wanting to intrude. He didn't want to over step his bounds, and he really didn't need people getting the wrong idea about them. They weren't anything more than friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

" So, I'm guessing Mickie got the message considering what's going on with the Raw card they've began to post." He chuckled. Looked like they'd keep Elisha/Natalya for a while and ride out the Mickie/Trish feud. But honestly, who didn't want to see Trish and Elisha fight it out; Chick Kick vs Sweet Chin Music.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:24 PM
He followed her and caught a flash of skin as she slipped in the shower. He leaned against the frame of his old bathroom and smiled. "Mmmm, sharing a shower sounds nice." He said before slipping off his clothes and sliding in next to her. Before she could reach for her soap he pulled her into him and kissed her, hands holding her to him. "They won't be back for hours. We have plenty of time for many things." He said before he found her neck, knowing right where her sweet spot was.

He wouldn't say he was a sex addict, but when she was around he couldn't stop himself. She was the most intoxicating woman he had ever encountered. His mind played over their first time again. It was enough for him. His hands slid down to her thighs and he picked her up, pressing her back against the shower wall. "What do you say?" He asked, looking into her eyes, knowing the hunger was in his. He teased her, letting her slip down his body a little to feel him press against her thighs. He knew she couldn't say no, but he asked anyway. What could he say, he liked to hear her say yes to him.

**

Trish turned back when she heard a knock and saw Morrison standing there with a shit eating grin on his face. She smirked at him before responding. "I trained her, I'd think she can handle it." She said. She had been trained by Fit Finlay. He was what had brought her to the top. It was him, and Robert Kennedy, she owed her career to. She employed every technique Fit had taught her when she had started working with Ashley. Their styles were different, but she was still tough. Ashley took after her boyfriends brother, Jeff Hardy, and was more of a flyer. Not quite like Lita, however.

She stepped up to Morrison and slipped her hands in her back pocket. "I haven't looked yet, but I'd say that got what I wanted." She told him, bringing her eyes up to his. "I can't thank you enough. I wouldn't have this opportunity if you hadn't helped out." She said once more. She was still thinking through what kind of match she wanted. It would be on the Backlash card, now on Raw or Smackdown. She wanted something epic. By then she would be ready. Healed.

"Want to grab something from catering? We could go over your mic bit." She offered, wanting to get out of the locker room before Mickie came back. She never understood why all the divas had the same locker room. Didn't corporate get that women don't play well with other women?

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:24 PM
If John was going to be accused of being tired and run down, Elisha refused to be held responsible. After all, he was always the one who initiated, and really who could say no? Knowing they had a few hours up their sleeves was enough to bring a small grin to her face. The fact that her boyfriend was already teasing her enough to drive her crazy and she was happily playing along was clearly enough to convince her it was a good idea. But then Elisha always thought it was a good idea. The blonde bit on her lower lip as he continued to tease. " You know the answer is always going to be yes." She chuckled in his ear, and with that let the teasing stop. Her hands slipped around his shoulders for a better grip, good Lord could you imagine if she slipped. Hilarious but it'd do her no favors. Plus, if all the little kiddie fans found out that John Cena had been doing bad things to his girlfriend, the PG rating would go out the window and no doubt the old Cena would be pushed to the forefront. She liked having a Superhero in the ring and the Dr. of Thuganomics in the bedroom.

The shower had been where it all started after Wrestlemania. Nothing had happened because John hadn't let it. Not till after anyway. But this time, it was certainly alot different. But she was certainly very glad that the Cena family weren't there to interrupt. That would have been embarrassing. During the course of the evenings events, they moved from the shower, to the bathroom dresser and eventually to his bed. There was no doubt they'd pushed eachother to their limits this time, god the way he made her feel was indescribable.

The grip on the bed sheets loosened as they finished and her head fell back against the pillow. The poor girl was trying to regain some kind of breathing pattern. There was no doubt it took her a few minutes, probably longer until she could even form a sentence. They wouldn't have long until his parents were back, and she didn't want to leave a bad impression. Pulling herself up onto her elbows she leaned over and have him a soft kiss. " I love you."

*

Maybe she was right. Maybe Ashley would come through, but Morrison had to think there were reasons why she hadn't gotten a push, and had a feeling that the Rocker Diva's days were numbered. But he said no more on the matter. Trish trusted her and he wasn't going to question that. After all, she trusted him! " Hey, no worries." He said with a small smile. " Glad I could have been of assistance." He moved to the side as some of the lower ranked Diva's moved past him to get in their locker room. Oh if those walls could talk! He had no doubt that the divas locker room was the place where rumors were started. Where else? These girls were bitchier than highschoolers.

" Sure, sounds good I'm starved." And he really needed some food, after that match anyway. Dolph had most definitely pushed him. They'd pushed eachother and that was fair. " I've no doubt you two have a couple of PPV's in you." Which meant they'd all have to wait a little while longer for Trish v Elisha, but he could deal. " So, how was my promo?" He asked curiously, open to criticism. His mic skills were fresh and he needed feedback as it was. " Think John heard my message?" No doubt that guy had been watching. He was a workaholic.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:24 PM
He lay on his back to catch his own breath for a moment as he listened to Elisha pant for air. He had pushed himself this time, the sensations feeling better than their first time. He hadn't thought that possible, but something about starting in a shower kicked him into overdrive. With a smile he kissed her gently back, pulling her onto his chest. "I love you, too." He said to her. He let them lay there for a few more minutes before he made himself stir.

"They'll be back soon." He said simply before sitting up and reaching for his clothes. "I'd blow-dry your hair." He offered. His parents had to know they'd been having sex since they had started seeing eachother, but he didn't need them to know he had taken her in his shower. Embarrassing. Some things your parents knew, but didn't need to know the details. He had no doubts his siblings had brought girls home in high school when nobody was around, but they didn't leave traces of it. He wasn't about to start.

"When you're ready, I can take you up to a view of the city. It's quite nice to see at night." He offered, slipping his boxers on.

**

"Mmm, that's what I was going for. I want Elisha on top of her game. And I want to get the dirty out of my system. A couple pay per views will give it a nice build. I wouldn't dare compare myself, but I want it to be the Hogan v Rock of the diva world." She said of her future match with Elisha she knew she would have. She stopped at the table and grabbed a water before stepping over to the potato salad and dolloping some onto a plate. "Oh, I'm sure he heard it. He may be taking time in Newbury, but he won't miss a show. Just be careful what you say about him or to him." She warned, teetering on the line between betraying a friend and helping Morrison. She wanted to stay on the line, but was finding it very difficult.

She grabbed a table in the corner and sat, taking a long drag from the water bottle before taking a scoop of salad. "Your promo was pretty good, but you still need work. Nobody can be the Rock, Dwayne and Cena have that natural ability, the rest of us just have to work at it." She said with a laugh, remembering all the horrible promos she had cut over the years. She still cut bad ones to this day. "Express more confidence, but nothing over the top. Challenging someone like Cena, you have to be careful in what you say or you're going to come across as clueless and ridiculous." She said, very straightforwardly. It was all straight from Dwayne's mouth, knowledge she passed on. "Describe what you can do better, but don't make it personal. Edge made it personal and paid for it. If you think you can roll with the punches and play a dirty game, go for it. Just be prepared for him to do just as much." She said, still riding that line.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:25 PM
As he stirred, she pulled her head up and grumbled slightly. But it was the truth. His parents would be back soon, and the last thing she needed was them seeing her naked and knowing what her and their son had been up to while they were gone. Sure, they probably knew that the two of them had slept together, how could you not see it in the way they looked at each other? There was a lust there, a want, a need, there was just something different about the way they looked at eachother.

" You? Come near my hair with a hairdryer?" She asked curiously, raising a brow. " Babe. I don't think you've used a hairdryer in your life time." She smirked, getting out of the bedsheets and pulling some undergarments on. She found some ripped jeans, and an oversized black jumper to pull on before she headed into the bathroom where their fun had began earlier. She moved a towel over some of the water puddles as she plugged in the hair dryer and went to work. It wasn't long before she heard the door and his parents were walking back into the hallway calling for them. They really had timed it well.

It was a few short moments later that Elisha poked her head out to say 'hello' and make general conversation about the film and the evening. She hadn't met more wholesome people than his parents. He'd come from a good home, a loving home and you could just tell they were so proud of him. She slipped her arms around John in a loving manner, and continued to talk to his parents for a little while. Elisha just hoped when she was old she was as sweet at Carol.

When his parents farewelled them both and sat down for their nightcap, Elisha grabbed her purse and her phone and headed out the door with John to head to the lookout. " So, do we get to count this lookout as our second date?" She laughed, moving to his passenger side in the truck. " 'Cause you know, we've only had one date, and that was when you took me for ice cream...." It might have sounded foreign to most, but for people in the business it was rather normal. Maybe people thought they were crazy, to be so in love and only been on one date. Welcome to the business.

*

He sat across from her, with his large owl of pasta, nodding his head. He knew what she meant, and he knew Cena would walk all over him if he said the wrong thing, or took it too far. The guy was amazing on the mic, in the ring, out of the ring and everywhere else. How could he beat that? He noticed Trish was doing her best to tread a fine line, and completely respected that. Cena had been a great friend to her, and he knew that went both ways. " Confident but not over confident." Hell, he couldn't pull off over confident even if he tried. He didn't have that kind of personality.

" I just have to keep myself out of a rap challenge." He said with a laugh, sipping from some water. That'd just be embarrassing. For certain. " So, Rock vs Hogan of the Diva world." He laughed. " I thought you had that with Lita and Victoria? Wont Elisha just be another notch on the championship belt?" He asked curiously. He pushed his empty bowl away and sat back rather satisfied. Trish had a point, keeping everything professional was a fine line. He'd never intentionally hurt someone's reputation that existed out of the ring. He'd never want to bring someones private life into it. They'd all seen that happen before and knew how it ended up.

[Yunalesca]

ted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:25 PM
John managed to skip them out before his parents could ask what they had been doing. The truck practically drove itself to the spot. He could have drove there with his eyes closed. When they finally arrived he got out and stood at the edge of the natural land mass overlook. All the lights of the city twinkled against the dark backdrop. He took a seat and urged Elisha to take a spot between his outstretched legs.

"Worth it?" He asked her. How often had he come up here when he was younger, dreaming of the day he would be a WWE champion? And now he was living it. With a girl he very well could marry. He had never imagined what his job could bring him.

**

She wrinkled her nose at the mention of Lita. They'd had some great matches, but their rivalry had never reached its full potential. Victoria had pulled matches from her that Trish had never thought possible, but she knew what would come with Elisha. "Elisha isn't a notch in anyones championship belt." She defended as she took another bite of her salad. "Think about it. Second generation star, the daughter of the Showstopper? Nobody will be able to forget it." She added. Neither she nor her friend would let anyone forget it.

"I thought you didn't like pasta." She said with a smirk, noticing the empty bowl. Her eyes turned as she caught someone out of the corner of her eye. It was Melina and Chavo getting food of their own. She tensed on the inside, though her outward expression was relaxed. She saw both of them watch them warily and sit across the room, far from them. She had done her job. Melina wouldn't bother her again. Not after being taken out with a chair. She turned back to John and smirked. "They won't be bothering us." She said.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:25 PM
It was beautiful. The whole scene was beautiful. Seeing the city all lit up at night wasn't something she'd ever have the time to do in any city. Let alone be able to see it with someone she loved so much. Sitting on the edge and falling back into him she smiled, placing her hands ontop of his. " So worth it." She grinned. Not being able to take her eyes off the city skyline infront of them. She got comfortable against him and sighed, taking a deep breath. How did people do it? How did Steph and Paul do it? Taker and Michelle? With championship belts around their waists, doing things like this wasn't going to be easy. But she'd be damned if she lost him.

" It's beautiful." The whole day had been great, and this was an amazing way to end it. In the arms of someone who she loved through and through. She could deal with losing her championship, but losing John? He was something, someone who she just couldn't bare to lose. " Thankyou for such a great day." She told him softly. It had just been nice to relax, spend the day with John and not have to worry about being on time for something, or wondering what appearance was next. For once she could just switch off. Elisha could tell that John had gotten just what he needed, a couple of days to rest and recover.

*

He could tell he'd slightly struck something at the mention of Lita and Victoria. Those two were long gone and Trish was still here. Surely that was something. She'd beaten all her competitors into other companies and retirement. But here she was sitting infront of him. " You know people are saying they just put the title on Elisha because of her bloodline. And that she's only going to hold it for a little while. So, you might have to wait a little while longer for your match" There was always rumours going on about that kind of thing. Like how Randy didn't deserve his spot and where he was. But the fact that Triple H was practically a second father to her, it had people talking. Morrison had no doubt that they all worked hard, every second or third generation superstar, hell, they probably worked harder to get out of the shadow of their parents and grandparents.

He noticed Melina and shrugged. " What is she going to say?" He chuckled, before looking at the empty bowl. " I do. But can't go past pasta for an after match meal. Plus I only hate it because on Tough Enough they made us eat Carbonara in a race." He shuddered "That was some creamy looking vomit." He laughed, sipping from his water again. " By the way, I don't think I've seen you cut a bad promo, so feel free to put yourself in the amazing ranks." Especially within the Diva's there were a few that just didn't go on the mic, and only a couple who were great.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:25 PM
John sat up more and wrapped his arms around her, setting his chin on her shoulder. "You're welcome, princess." He said, pulling the name from the past. She'd always been his princess. just not quite so delicate. He kissed her neck softly before looking back to the city lights. "I think my family likes you. You got on better than I did with yours." He murmured into her skin as he kissed her neck again. This was probably the most romantic he had ever been. "Was our first date really for ice cream?" He asked her, not remembering. You'd think he would, but he didn't. Their first time would always be fresh in his memory, but as far as getting together? All he remembered was Trish introducing them.

"I love you." He said to her as he reached into his pocket. Without saying another word he brought his hand around in front of her. An opened box rested on his palm. A sparkling diamond necklace shined up at her. He didn't know if hearts were her thing, but when he'd seen it in the store window he knew he had to get it for her. A part of him hoped she wasn't disappointed. He couldn't give her a ring just yet. "Would you like me to put it on?" He asked.

**

Trish sat back and raised her eyebrows at him as he commented on Elisha. "Believing rumors? I thought you were better than that." She said, biting her tongue for the most part. She knew Elisha's potential and that too many people sold her short. "People didn't believe in me when I won the Battle Royal. I proved them wrong." She added as she looked away. She turned back as he started talking about vomit.

"You are absolutely disgusting." She said with a laugh. "Seriously. I don't know if we can talk anymore." She added, still laughing at the situation itself. Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out of her pocket, reading over the text. "Wanna go out tonight? Ashley's bothering me to." She offered to him.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:26 PM
It wasn't hard to get on better with his family than hers. His family weren't crazy Texans who were adamant on ensuring that if you screwed her over, they'd shoot you. It really wasn't that hard when you put it that way. " It really was." She told him with a soft chuckle. As if she cared if he remembered their first date, that was the girls job to remember those things. " Yeah. I'd done my ribs for the first time. And we were all meant to go out for dinner. But instead, you took me in your truck, wrapped me up in your nice warm jacket and bought me a Dairy Bell cone. I had strawberry, you had vanilla." She told him softly, her eyes still scanning the skyline infront of them. " And then we drove around for a while, just laughing about stuff, and then we headed to the hotel. You walked me to my door, kissed me on the cheek and said good night Princess, and headed off down the hall." She explained to him simply. She still had that jacket. He'd never asked for it back. 'Lisha figured it was a sign.

In alot of ways, she was so glad that it wasn't a ring. Were they ready for that? What about the pressure that would add. Of course she loved him, hell, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. But a ring right now? So when a box that sparkled opened up infront of her, and it was a beautiful diamond necklace she couldn't help but smile. " John....You....." She didn't even know what to say, he shouldn't have, she didn't need it. She gave a small nod for him to put it on, and her smiled beamed. " It's beautiful, you really didn't have to." She said turning around to press a soft kiss to his lips. " I didn't get you anything." She said with a slight chuckle. She was sure that was a tear running down her cheek, a tear of joy that was for sure.

*

" I'm just putting the thought out there. Not saying I believe it." He said holding his arms up defensively and giving a sigh. He ran a hand through his hair as he listened to Trish explain how she was underestimated. " I don't think I'll ever forget the first time they put you through a table. I remember sitting in my family room, jaw hanging down in shock." He explained to her with a smirk. " I looked like this." He pulled a dorky face, before cracking up laughing again. So, he liked to joke, who didn't like a laugh? " Oh, come on Trish. I vomitted on TV. You saw it, don't lie." He laughed, " See, I lack the class that you do." He joked again.

Go out tonight? He couldn't think of anything better. Let lose, have a couple of brewskis and show off his moves. He might have been good in the air, but he had some damn good dance moves. His hips didn't lie. " Only if you let me buy you one drink. Just one." He pointed out. " As a friend."

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:26 PM
John fitted the necklace on her before she turned back to him. He watched as her eyes began to water. His brows furrowed in concern as he gently thumbed the tears from her cheeks. "Baby, you give me the world every day." He said in reply before kissing her. A perfect end to a perfect day. He loved her more than she could possibly know. The necklace didn't convey it enough, but he felt it would show something.

He pulled her into a hug, rocking her gently while kissing her hair. It'd brought happy tears to her face. He couldn't say he'd ever done that to a girl before. Well, aside from his fans. "I wanted it to make you happy, not cry." He said with a laugh as her tears stained his shirt. "My parents are going to think I dumped you." He joked before gently removing her from him. "I love you." He said again.

**

Trish bit her lip in contemplation. Let him buy her a drink? She normally wouldn't go for it, but she couldn't say no to his face. "Alright. One. That's all I'm having." She assured as she got up and tossed her plastic silverware and plate. She downed the rest of her water and threw the bottle in the recycling. "I'll meet you in the garage. You know what I drive." She said with a laugh before leaving.

When she got back to the locker room she changed out of her leathers, opting for sand blasted jeans and a one shouldered red top. It hadn't seen the light of day yet, saved for some special occasion or the rare time she would go to the club. She'd been talked into buying it while on a shopping trip with Stacy months ago. She dug into her bag to find her curling iron and a rhinestone hairpin. She curled her hair into soft ringlets before pinning the front half back with the pin. She covered her black eye as best she could before tossing everything back into her bag. The show was over by the time she was done. She had felt the building rattle as DX took the ring. Other then that she didn't know what happened.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:27 PM
She let out a soft chuckle, " Happy tears, happy tears I promise." No boy had ever bought her diamonds. No one ever made her feel this special. Maybe deep down it was because she didn't think she'd deserve something to special, so precious. Of course she didn't think she was worth it. Why would she? She was just a girl, who'd been lucky to fall in love with the perfect guy. And every day she'd try, she'd try to make him happy. That was all she could do. " I love you more" She said with a grin, kissing him gently before stealing his hat and placing it on her head, crooked and to the side. Of course it was too big, but she laughed anyway. " Now who's the Chain Gang Soldier?" She kidded, moving back to face the city line. It really was beautiful.

Truthfully, she could have stayed there all night. Wrapped in his arms with beautiful scenery infront of them. But they couldn't. She had an early afternoon flight out, and a buttload of work to do between brunch and whatever else was planned. Sighing, she stood up, not letting go of his hand she moved towards the truck, only stopping to pull him into a kiss. " Thankyou again, for just being so amazing." She told him quietly, " I love you." And with that, she headed to the passenger side, and reached over to hit the horn, laughing. Never a serious moment for too long.

" Can we get ice cream?" She asked him curiously with a soft smile. " Please?" Just because it'd be cute, and she'd heard from the man himself that there was a place that did the best ice cream ever. " And then, we can go home and sleep. If you can keep your hands off me." She teased, winking. No. They'd be sleeping. Definetly. Sure. Of course.


*

Morrison chuckled. " You're so difficult to convince." He winked somewhat as he tossed his own cutlery and plate. " I'll catch you soon." He told her as he headed off towards the dressing room. No doubt a few of them would be heading out considering there wasn't a house show the next night. It was lay over day. It gave everybody who was around the country a day to all get to the one city ready for Raw. Ready for it all to start again. He smiled, as he sifted through his bags, finding a good pair of fitted jeans and a black button down shirt. If she couldn't say no to his face, then he just wondered. Although, no doubt she'd seen it all, if not better before.

A while later, he stood by his own rental in the garage, farewelling a few and organising with a couple of others where they'd meet and whatever. If they all ever did. This was Trish's idea, or Ashley's but of course everyone was going. And being able to see Trish out on the dance floor, even a couple of the older guys were in.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:27 PM

He smiled at her as she took his hat and ran off to the truck. He rolled to his feet and followed her, a smile still across his face. There was one thing for sure, she'd keep him young. He got in the drivers seat and started the engine, taking her hand with his free one once they got to the road. "Ice cream?" He asked with a laugh. Shaking his head at her he nodded his head.

"If that's what the princess wants." He responded, turning off to a back road to the ice cream parlor. He glanced at her quickly before laughing and shaking his head. "I don't think the bed is quiet enough for anything else. I would hate to explain that to them in the morning." He said in reference to her sexual innuendos. "But there's always other things that can be done that don't require using your hips." He said with a smirk. She was turning him on again.

**

Trish saw Morrison leaning up against his car and she couldn't help but take the image in for a moment. He looked fine and he knew it. It should,d be illegal to wave candy in front of a baby. After tossing her bag in the back she started toward him, her studded heels clicking on the pavement.

"Its the corner bar on Wilson street. Just follow this main road and take the third left. A valet will park your car when we get there. Unless you want to ride with me?" She offered,hands in her back pockets.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:27 PM
" Yup. Ice cream." She nodded her head. " I'm still hungry man! We ate like hours ago." She said with a laugh. She had an insatiable appetite and when it came to stuff like ice cream, she could eat bowls and bowls of it. It was her favourite thing. Hell, the girl had ice cream cake for her birthday in the middle of Texas until she left for the road. Figure that one out. Elisha sat back slightly and stretched out somewhat. A part of her didn't want to leave, it was lovely out here. Maybe when it was time to start a family this was where they'd end up. She could think of a number of people that would hate that. But that was a while away anyway, her career was just hitting it's stride and John was on top. It'd be a while before a family came into the mix, and she doubted that John would want to bring up a family on the road. He was too much of a family man, and Elisha would never put her kids through what she went through, never.

She laughed when he'd explained about the bed. Come to think of it, it had been squeaky, and far too close to the wall for the headboard not to hit it. She looked over at him and smirked. " You have no idea what I can do without using my hips." She teased, winking before looking out again at the road. Had he forgotten whose house she'd been brought up in? When the truck pulled up at the ice cream store, she practically bound out of it, like an excited little kid. All the flavours of an ice cream rainbow on display. She stopped and waited for him to catch up before taking his hand and following him into the store. And within moments, there were excited squeals and screams from the people in the store, and the ones that worked there. " You're a popular boy." She laughed quietly, watching as people stood there shocked, and how others just repeated 'Oh My God' over and over again.

*

He watched Trish strut her stuff out into the garage and kept himself cool. That woman knew what she got. She didn't flaunt it all the time, but when she did. Hot damn, stop the press. When she delivered the address, he just nodded. " I'll follow you." He told her with a soft smile. " Gotta take the car back tomorrow anyway, I should keep it on my person." He joked, flinging the keys around his finger before pushing off the car. " Lets go then. I'm dying to see these dance moves everyone has said you have." He smirked as he got into his car. He watched her head back to the Stratus, a smile playing on his lips. Best view in the house, that was for sure.

Once the Stratus was off and running he followed to the club. A succession of Superstars and Diva's all pulling up and putting their cars in the valet. It would be nice to just let their hair down. He stepped out and saw Trish. " I hope you put on your dancing shoes!"

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:28 PM
When they got to the ice cream shop he couldn't say he was surprised they were recognized. He forced himself to forget what Elisha had said momentarily as he took pictures and did autographs. He was the hometown hero and couldn't just shrug the fans off. After ruffling a few kids hair and answering a few questions, people let him go. Feeling indulgent, he got a medium cone dipped in nuts. Somewhat healthy.

He found them seat and sat down with his girl, smiling as she ate at her cone. "Hometown hero's are well respected." He assured, though he was positive she got the same thing at home. Or did she? No doubt her dad was thought of first. It had to be hard. He ate half his ice cream in one bite before he leaned over the table and gave her one sloppy ice cream kiss. He caught a flash go off out of the corner of his eye and laughed before kissing her again, ice cream getting all over both their faces.

**

When Trish arrived at the club she handed her keys off and stood at the entrance, waiting for John. A full on sultry attitude had taken over, something people rarely saw from her, at least not since the test and albert days. Ashley waited beside her, her own rocker outfit complementing the Greek diva's.

When John emerged and found her she laughed at him. "My one night out? You bet I did. Come on." She said, taking lead into the club. She felt like Paris Hilton or some celeb as her 'entourage' followed her. The bass boomed and she saw a lot of people already on the dance floor. Ashley jumped right out there with Matt, but Trish bee lined for the bar, getting herself a cherry martini to start with.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:28 PM
Elisha watched happily as he took photos with the kids in the store, and gave out autographs. He was amazing, really. He made sure that everyone of those kids felt special. A few little girls came up to her, asking for photos, and she happily obliged. Why wouldn't she? When a few people asked for photos with both of them, she happily jumped in. Sometimes just seeing the kids smile was enough. Eventually, she made her way to the ice cream counter, and after a good five minutes of hard thinking, she decided on a delicious cone with toffee ice cream and 100's & 1000's. A kid at heart.

She delicately ate at her cone, wanting to savour every bite. However, she was momentarily distracted by John, who pressed a sloppy ice cream kiss to her lips, and she happily kissed back. It wasn't like every moment they had in public they showed their affection. Unless it was a little bit of hand holding, they very rarely showed people how in love they were. Kissing him back, she let out a chuckle. " Vanilla with nuts tastes good." She said with a chuckle, going back to her own ice cream only stopping to wipe the ice cream from her face when she was done.

Taking his hand, they headed back to the truck, where she relaxed into the seat, and placed her hand over his with a soft smile. It was nice here, it was easy to see why he came here to relax. The scenery quickly changed from stores and trees to suburbia and they were pulling up at the Cena household. " By the way, you have to wait, twenty minutes after eating." She laughed before getting out the truck. Wait, no, that was swimming.

*

" You better get the cobwebs off them then." John laughed as he headed into the club with a grin. The place was packed with WWE employees. It was clear that this was a popular place for everybody. It wasn't just Superstars and Diva's. Agents, bookers, managers, trainers, refs, everybody was here. And everybody was having a good time. Letting their hair down and having some fun. Life on the road wasn't fun, so you had to make it entertaining where you could. But you always had your reputation to uphold. It was always in the back of your mind.

He stopped to shake hands with a few people before he got to the bar, ordering a beer. Spirits would be a bad idea. Spirits made him enjoy nights a little too much and wake up with a terrible headache. It was best to stick to brewskis. He looked across at Trish and smiled. " You remember how to dance right?" He teased.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:28 PM
He paused and looked at her after they pulled up to his parents house. He didn't even know what to say to that. He started laughing at her when he got out. He watched her as she finally figured out what she had just said. He nodded at her, a smile on his face. She had those moments, and he loved her for it. It was best to just laugh about it than try to correct her.

He unlocked the front door and gestured for her to go first before he entered and locked to door behind him. The house was quiet, his parents door closed. He took her hand and quietly led her up the stairs, the nightlights giving off enough light so he could see where he was going. Once inside his room he tossed the keys on the nightstand and picked Elisha up by the waist, letting her wrap her legs around him. He pressed her back against the wall and started kissing her, laughing softly as he did so as though it were some private joke.

**

Trish finished her drink quickly and looked over at John, eyebrow raised. "Please." She said, setting the empty glass on the bartop before grabbing John by the hand and pulling him down the stairs to the club floor. She weaved through the people before finally finding a spot in the middle. "You ready?" She asked him, pulling him close so he could hear her over the music.

Without waiting for an answer she began to dance, one hand around his neck and her hips swaying. For a while she would let herself forget responsibilities and that she was the 'good girl' of the WWE. Somehow people had managed to forget the things she had done when she had first come into the business. Thankfully. At some point the new Fall Out Boy song came on and she separated from Morrison, a few of the divas forming their own dance line. Ashley and Trish led the small group in a dance, it all feeling like a film as they challenged the men to do better. They backed off and Trish swung her hair, looking straight at Morrison.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:28 PM
The house was quiet, lights off and doors closed. The parents were asleep. It meant having to be quiet. She moved through the house, creeping up the stairs and into the bedroom. It was moments, before she found her legs around his waist and her lips pressed against her own. They could keep quiet, that was for sure. She just liked being close to him, having his arms around her, it was a safety net. He'd always be there to catch her when she fell. She wondered how many girls had been bought up to this bedroom, but she was sure that it wasn't many. He was clearly so career driven, from what his family had alluded to, he'd never really had time for a girlfriend. She was certainly very lucky.

She tossed the hat that was on her head over towards the bed. She pulled away slightly and let out a laugh. How old were they? Old enough to be two consenting adults who still snuck around the family house. Oh well, it was better than just another hotel room. Because hey, they'd always have that time in West Newbury.

*

Maybe he'd awakened the beast. Or more so got himself into something he shouldn't have. He'd been thinking that Trish wouldn't jump out of her box. She would just sit back and chill out. But no, there she was leading the pack. Movin' and shakin' those beautiful curves, it was certainly something he liked to see. And he happily obliged, dancing with her as he moved with her to the music. Then the song changed and she was gone. He boogied down with the guys, turning and chuckling as the girls challenged. Oh, so that was how it was going to be.

He threw his head back and laughed. " Oh, you wanna go?" He asked stepping forward. He danced with Trish before he took hold of her, throwing her into a dip and pulling her back up to him with a smirk. He grinned at her and spun her away moving back with the guys. Yeah, that's how he rolled.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:29 PM
John gently picked her up and laid her on his bed, kicking off his shoes and pants before climbing on top of her and kissing her again. She had hyped his sex drive up, ever since their first time. He didn't know how she did it, but he was happy to know that it was the same for her. If she didn't reciprocate he would never force her, but more than half the time she was the instigator. He pulled her shirt off and kissed at her neck again.

"Quietly." He whispered in her ear before unsnapping her bra with one hand and leaving her bare. He would push the envelope, get her to want to scream his name, but not be able to. His mouth found her, her scratching at his back making him crazy. His hands found her pants button and he managed to slip them off her. He looked at her devilishly before sliding down.


***


Once the song ended Trish found John again, laughing at him and the ridiculousness that had just ensued. "I bet you didn't expect that tonight, did you?" She said loudly in his ear over the new music. She hadn't honestly expected it either, but the new hair and look seemed to be getting to her. She would never be the 'party girl' but for tonight she didn't mind trying it out.

She danced with him to the slow song, not missing how close he held her and how he smelled. Coupled with the endorphins of the previous dance, she felt quite blissful. This moment felt right even though she barely knew him. Her guard was down for the first time and she was seeing the possibilities. She knew he liked her, but she had never thought of it going anywhere. Now she could see a possibility. He wasn't bad to look at and it seemed he was dropping his old attitude. She rested her head on his collar. Maybe. She would have to wait and see.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:29 PM
Quietly. She could do that. The fact that he drove her crazy, and more often than not she was screaming his name, but she could do this. There was no way in hell they weren't. The teasing was endless, and to be honest all she wanted to do was scream. But that would make for awkward breakfast table discussion in the morning. Her lips crashed against his, in an attempt to keep her quiet, her nails digging into his back every time she was bought to the edge. Even though it was killing her to be quiet, she was going to make sure that he knew just how it felt. She was a kind and loving girlfriend, and happily showed him just how much she loved him. But there wasn't much more she could take. And there was no doubt that he knew that.

At some point she ended up underneath him, and she could take it no more. All she wanted to do was scream, her breathes were unsteady and there was a gleam of sweat across her body. He had her, and it took everything she had in her, to simply scrunch the sheets between her fingers and keep kissing him. Her head fell back onto the pillows, and she kept her lips on his. She didn't want the night to end, and could you blame her, in all honesty? There were thousands of women that wish they were in her shoes, but they didn't even begin to understand just how amazing he was. They were in love with what they saw in the ring, Elisha was in love with him, every part of him.

*

He held her close, as the song was slow, looking down at her with a small smile. He didn't know what this was. Were they friends? Were they meant to be more than friends? He didn't even know if this was just a work friendship. But he certainly wasn't game enough to try anything on her, not now. She trusted him, and he wasn't about to go abuse that trust. If she wanted to dance with him like this, and enjoy the closeness but go home alone he wasn't about to complain. He looked down at her and smiled slightly, " Told you never to challenge me to a dance off. I got moves hunny." He teased her slightly, spinning her away as the song ended. " Would you like a drink?" He questioned, as the beat increased. " I'll buy the dance off loser a drink." He joked, heading towards the bar.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:29 PM
John didn't quite remember how the night ended other than they both had release, the quietest one. Her nails had scratched into his back, the pain mixing with the pleasure for that moment in time. They had ended with her half on his chest and his arms around her. And that was how he woke, not having moved in the night. The light filtered into the room and he brushed the hair from her face. She had become the single most important thing to him. He never thought that anything but the title would do that.

He thought back on the discussion he'd had with his family. Was it too soon to be thinking of her as his wife? A part of him thought so, but he knew he wanted her forever. No matter what fight they got into he couldn't imagine walking away from her. He didn't want anyone else to ever have her. He looked up at the ceiling. He would know when the time was right.

**

Trish laughed softly against his chest before he spinned her out and back again. The song ended and she stepped back from him, mind still wandering over the possibilities. She definitely felt something, but he was an attractive man and it wasn't hard to be attracted to him, but she wasn't going to jump on that. She had done that before and had her heart crushed. She had seen things going somewhere with Chavo and he had just kept her for a piece of ass on the side.

He brought her mind back when he offered a drink. She shook her head and followed him to the bar, leaning against it while they waited for the bartender. "If that's the case, you better buy a round for your boys." She said with a grin before turning to the bartender. "Green Apple Martini." She said and the bartender started on her drink. She turned back to John, eyes sparkling. "I'm surprised. I would have expected you to be on every girl in here. That's what people your age do, isn't it?" She asked, knowing he was barely her junior.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:30 PM
Knowing that it was morning, feeling the light on her face, John stirring meant that this couple of days in Mass was about to end. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she took a deeb breath looking over at him with a smile. " Morning." She said softly, sitting up and rubbing her eyes a little more. She didn't want to get out of bed, hell, she wanted to stay curled up with her man in bed all day. But that wasn't the case. They had breakfast, and then they were out of there. She had a flight, an appearance and then a house show. Lucky her. When her eyes had fully adjusted to the light she smiled softly, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his lips. " Shotgun first shower." She smirked against his lips as she pulled his t-shirt over her head, and made way towards the shower. Risking being caught completely naked by anyone was never a good idea.

Emerging from the bathroom, she'd changed into some leather leggings, and a white, long sleeved sheer blouse with a cami underneath. To be honest, she'd never felt happier. There was no one in this world that made her happier, and nothing could compare. Yes, she had the championship belt, but it wasn't what meant the most to her, the most important thing to her was the man who made her feel like no one else, who still made her heart flutter. He was everything to her, she wasn't sure if she could ever lose him. " I'm gonna go see if your Mom wants help with breakfast." She told him, kissing him once more.

" Morning!" Elisha chimed to his parents as she entered the kitchen, an array of breakfast goods beginning to be set out on the table. It was a send off that was for sure. The brothers were returning, even if they just wanted a bowl of fruity pebbles. Elisha found herself setting the table for Carol as the boys began to roll in and head outside to throw the football. The Cena's had half a football team just in sons!

" Where's the Champ 'Lisha? He still getting his beauty sleep or something?" One of them called and she couldn't help but laugh somewhat.

" I think so. Don't let him hear you though!" She said with a grin, putting the last spoon down. She really could get used to this.

*

Morrison laughed, shaking his head as he leant against the bar. Did she really think that was what they were all like? He could assure her, that they weren't all interested in sleeping with girls. " I'm not that much younger than you." He reminded her with a grin. In age he wasn't anyway. In experience he had years and years to catch up on. " But no, I used to be like that. Then Melina came and went a few times, and when we broke up I did that a lot, but not now. I have a clean slate and I intend on doing my best this time around." It wasn't often you got given a second chance, and as far as he could see it. This was his second chance and this was his time to shine. He had the briefcase, he didn't want anything to fuck it up.

His beer arrived infront of him and he took a sip. " Plus, all the female locker room go for the guys already headlining. If Cena was single you and I both know they'd be throwing themselves at him." He said with a chuckle, shaking his head. But somehow, and no one even knew how he'd nabbed the wholesome girl next door. Good for them. He was happy for them. " Plus, I like your conversation better than any of theirs. You can actually string a sentence together." He joked, drinking from the bottle.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:30 PM
John smiled up at her as she snuck into the bathroom, catching flashes of her bare skin. He rolled over for a moment, closing his eyes again. They would be back on the road today. No more home cooking and sharing stories, though he was fortunate for the latter. He finally sat up and rubbed his face, sheets curling around his bottom half to cover him. Elisha emerged quickly and he watched her dress, laying back to enjoy the show.

He finally laughed and sat back up. "Good luck with that. She's a slave driver!" He called to her out the door before getting up and showering himself. He was at the base of the stairs when he heard his brother comment on him. "Someone's gotta uphold the honor!" He said behind his brother and messed up his hair, starting another play fight.

Their mother kicked them out for a minute so they wouldn't break anything. They finally re emerged in the dining area, laughing and punching at each other. "Behave. You've got your work cut out for you, poor thing." Carol said to Elisha as she started serving food and they all pulled up their seats. John took Elishas hand under the table and smiled over at her. This felt right.

**

"A women never tells her age." She said with a sly grin behind her drink. She listened to him as she leaned against the bar, her full attention on him. She was honestly quite surprised by his answers. He was maturing, dumping the baggage had done him wonders. Sometimes little miracles like that came in your life. Blessings in disguise.

"I can string multiple sentences together. I did study kinesiology." She remarked, knowing most of the divas couldn't even spell that let alone study it. "I'm flattered you enjoy my conversations considering I'm not a big talker." She said to him, catching his eye flirtatiously, if one could do so. She knew nothing was going to happen, but she let herself have the fun of it for once.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:30 PM
Elisha watched, and laughed at Carol kicked them out of the kitchen. " Yeah, you could say I'm a glutton for punishment." She said with a chuckle, bringing some of the spreads out and placing it on the table. Finally, she took her seat next to John, and slipped her hand into his. These family gatherings, the togetherness, it just made everything feel right. He was great with his younger brothers, and she'd seen him with kids, of course in the future there were going to be kids. But that wouldn't be for a very long time. Plus, they had to get married for that to happen. The only time she let go of John's hand from under the table was to eat the food that had been prepared for them. She was good, picking some fruit and muesli and only limiting herself to one pancake. It was incredibly difficult, because to be honest she wanted to devour the whole god damn plate.

She pushed her plate away when she was full, sitting back and enjoying the conversation. Her hand rested lightly on John's thigh, as she continued her conversation with one of the brothers about how she wasn't going to even try to set him up with a Diva. It was all in good fun of course, if any of those brothers were even as half as amazing as John was any of the Diva's would be lucky to have them. It was just a shame that most of them picked assholes to date and sleep around with. As Carol rose from her seat to collect the dishes Elisha smiled somewhat, " Oh, Carol take a seat. John and I have the dishes covered, it's the least we can do considering we're leaving." She said as she began to grab some plates and take them into the kitchen. Boy was she a good egg.

" Already got her doing dishes John, jeez, don't let that one go." His little brother teased him, laughing somewhat. Of course, all the brothers were in agreement that they hadn't seen their brother that happy in a long time. Hell, they hadn't met a girlfriend of his since he went on the road. But they liked her. The girl was nice, helped out, and made their brother happy. It was all they could ask for. Plus, their parents absolutely adored the girl. " Need I remind you Sean, I can probably kick your ass too." She called from the kitchen with a chuckle, shaking her head although no one could see. She carefully rolled up her sleeves and ran a sink full of hot water and soap, beginning to clean off the dishes. She felt bad leaving them with a mess, so she'd do the best she could to clean up before they had to leave for their flight. Then god knows when it would be until they all saw eachother again.


*

" I really hope you don't ask me to spell that." Morrison laughed, watching her. He'd gone to college, he'd been a drama kid, studying cinema and drama. He thought he was going to work in movies. Yes, he worked in the entertainment world, but he'd never thought it would be like this. Never in a thousand years had he thought that this was where he'd end up. Standing across from Trish Stratus, flirting but knowing it would never go any further, and being okay with that. He never, ever thought this was where he'd be. But he'd never complain, he was most certainly blessed to be where he was. But there'd been alot of hard work involved. What? You thought he was born with this physique?

" You'd be surprised how much you talk." He said with a chuckle, he'd noticed once she was comfortable with him, she'd opened up alot more. And that wasn't even with some liquid courage. " I'm sure at some point I wont be able to shut you up." He joked, leaning back against the wooden bar behind him. " But only time will tell, I gather." He said with a grin, finishing off his beer, and placing the empty on the counter top. " Come on twinkle toes, lets go dance the night away." He said taking her hand and heading back towards the dancefloor. He'd be happy to remain friends with Trish, he didn't even want anything to happen. He liked her friendship, it'd be more important than a night in bed with her any day of the week.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:31 PM
John ate everything off his plate and joined the conversation at the table between bites. He talked about the road and back Elisha in not hooking his brother up with one of the divas. He had gotten lucky; he didn’t think his brother would be so fortunate. He started to object when his girl helped clear the table. Nobody asked her to, but he knew he couldn’t stop her if she wanted to do it. That stubborn Texas pride, or something like that, “I second my girl. She’d have you down and out before you knew what hit you.”

“Talking from experience, Johnny boy?” One of his other brothers laughed. He wasn’t even going to touch that one. He knew where that one was going and he wasn’t going to discuss his sex life with his family. He finally got up and hugged Elisha from behind.

“We gotta get our bags together.” He commented in her ear with a kiss.

“Leave those two alone, boys. They’ve gotta get going.” Their father finally said and retired the family to the living room. John loved his job, but he hated saying goodbye to this.

**

Trish laughed behind her drink at John as her other hand pressed to her brunette hair to feel everything still in place. “Not the spelling bee champion?” She questioned as a joke. Just as she finished her drink she felt Johns hand on hers and him tell her to dance. Her cheeks flushed at the feelings that fluttered through her. She knew a good part of it was alcohol, but didn’t mind.

She danced with him, letting the beat take her. Her skin tingled where his fingers touched and she wondered if she should get some air before the alcohol took her over. Her body wouldn’t let her leave, however, and she pressed herself closer to him. She felt his heart pound under his clothes and felt the muscles that were vaguely etched into his shirt. Her eyes briefly looked at him as she realized just how attractive he was. She had kept herself from really looking at him because she knew how irresistible he was.

She looked him in the eyes momentarily before she kissed him. She knew better, but she wanted to have fun for once and give in to something. She wanted to kiss him, so she did. She felt his surprise, but she let her tongue convince him to not pull away. She could taste the beer he’d had, but also something sweet. Her mouth opened a little wider to allow him to kiss her. She wanted him to. She wanted to know just how he would kiss.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:31 PM
" I don't know how you say goodbye to this every time." She told him quietly, finishing the last of the dishes before turning to press a soft kiss to his lips. " I'll go grab everything, you spend some last few minutes with everybody." She told him simply, as she slipped out of his grip and headed upstairs to grab their bags. She moved up to John's bedroom and grabbed the small gift she'd gotten his parents. As a thankyou for having her. And well, putting up with her for a couple of days. She moved down the stairs with the small hamper of cookies and chocolate, what she'd remembered John saying were his parents favourite things. " I just got you two a little something for putting up with me, and to say thankyou for being so welcoming." Both Carol and John hugged her, and she offered a small smile. It was time to go and she really didn't want to leave.

She grabbed her own bag, and waited for John to say his farewells to his family, she could tell it sucked saying goodbye, but they'd get rid of that once they were back on the road. It was nice to be around family, but the road was home these days. Getting out onto that ramp felt like nothing else. Hearing the roar from the crowd was something you could never describe unless you'd had it. She tossed her bags into the back of the truck, and got into the passenger seat waiting for John to finishing handshaking with his brothers and what not.

She waved as the truck drove off, and put her head back on the seat, sighing somewhat. They'd be back to face another night of shows and another night of a hotel room. It was back to normal. " Feeling good Champ?" She asked him with a small grin, as they headed towards the airport. She looked down at the necklace she was still wearing and smiled somewhat. What more could she ask for than the man who was driving the truck. Honestly he was amazing.

They were both rather quiet during the drive to the airport, however apon arrival she noted all the fans and smiled softly. It really was back to work. Slipping out of the truck as it stopped she grabbed her bag, before she stopped to take photos and sign things with the fans. Grinning from ear to ear as she did so. She glanced across at John as he did the same, smirking somewhat. Golden couple, yes indeed. She slipped her arm around his waist and posed with a few fans that wanted photos with them both. Of course, Elisha made sure that no fan left without a photo or an autograph. After she checked in, and John did the same, she grinned, taking his hand. " So." She smirked, kissing him gently " I wanted to thankyou for bringing me to Mass for the day." She told him, leaning up onto her tip toes. " But I can't do it here." She winked, letting go of is hand and moving to the lounge.

The flight wasn't too long, but it was boring and she was sure at one point she fell asleep on John's shoulder. It was only when the well groomed flight attendant woke her that she realised they were landing. She grumbled, opening her eyes. " Hello House Show." She smirked, looking across at him with a grin. " Time for work, Champ."

*

She kissed him. He was sure that was Trish's lips on him. He was positive that they were allowing him to kiss her back. Hell, Morrison was damn sure that he was tasting Trish's appletini on his lips. His hands slipped around her waist, and he kept her close. As much as he didn't want to ruin a friendship, he really did like this. He'd wanted to know what it would be like to kiss her. He wanted to know how her body felt against his. He was hardly surprised that it felt amazing, that the touch of her lips against his was electric. It was hardly a surprise, she was a goddess and there was no arguing about that. Finally he pulled away and offered her a small grin, moving some brunette locks from her face. " I don't know if this is a good idea."

He knew that Trish wouldn't be coming back to his hotel, and that there would never be another opportunity to kiss her again. But he still wasn't sure how much of a good idea it was to still continue to kiss her. The professional in him wanted to stop, but every other part of him was begging him to continue.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:31 PM
He let her slip away from him and joined his family, starting a round of hugs and goodbyes, along with a few well placed light punches to his brothers. He was somewhat surprised when she gifted his parents with their favorites. He laughed softly and pulled her into him for a moment, kissing her hair. She thought of everything.

He was quiet on the road, thinking about what he had to prepare for. "You're welcome, princess." He said to her, but paused when she added to her statement. He shook his head and followed after her. She was a damn tease and threw it at him all the time.

On the flight, he let Elisha sleep on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around her to keep her comfortable while he read the new WWE mag. Mostly nonsense, but he liked to see what exactly was getting published. He felt the air pressure shift and stretched, knowing they were about to land. "Yeah, snoring beauty." He joked to her with a grin before stuffing his magazine away.

**

She felt him kiss her back slightly, even take her closer in his arms, before he parted. Her eyes opened and she looked at him as he spoke, taking in the breath she had needed. Feeling him kiss her back had knocked the breath out of her. It left her wanting more, but she knew that wasn't going to happen. She couldn't push this all the way.

"I know it's not. But I wanted to do that." She said simply, as if it explained everything. Oddly enough she didn't feel this new friendship crumbling around her because she had kissed him. She wasn't even hurt that he broke it. She was more proud that he realized what wasn't going to happen and stopped it before either of them got hurt. She had wanted him to do that, too.

"Come on. It's getting late." She said, taking his hand and leading him off the dance floor. She let the moment fade to the back of her mind, not wanting to discuss it. She didn't feel awkward about it and felt talking with him about it could result in it getting awkward.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:32 PM
" I do not snore!" She exclaimed quietly as the plane touched onto the runway. That was never smooth. " Rude." She chuckled, waiting for the seatbelt sign to disappear before she stood up, pulling her handbag over her shoulder. While the couple of days off had been great, getting back into work mode was important. Slowly she followed the people off the plane and towards the baggage claim. She slipped her hand into his and grinned slightly, if it was possible she felt closer to him after the past couple of days. He'd let her into his family and they'd been so welcoming, honestly she couldn't ask for anything more.

Bags were collected, and a new rental was given to them. They were on the same schedule, given the same appearances and what not. But unlike John, she couldn't get away with her outfit. Yes it looked nice, but people weren't paying to see the women's champ in her everyday clothes. Getting changed in the car was nothing new to her. Usually however it was the backseat of a cab. She sat in the passenger seat and pushed her seat all the way back, giving her room. " You just keep your eyes on the road, okay." She grinned, opening the bag up on the ground and finding an outfit. She pulled out the short, coral bandage dress and set it on her lap before she began to change. God damn seatbelts getting in the way. She pulled her dress up over her hips and her leggings down. " Ow!" She exclaimed holding the side of her face and laughing. It apparently hurt just as much hitting yourself in the face than it did getting hit in the face by an opponent. Finally she pulled the dress straps over her shoulders and quickly changed her shoes. A sigh of relief escaping her lips, that wasn't easy.

Elisha flicked through some messages and laughed somewhat. " Apparently, rumor has it that Trish kissed Morrison last night. The girls said she made the first move." She explained, glancing across at John slightly to see how he reacted. " Probably nothing." She added as the car stopped and they parked around the back of the building. No more holiday time, it was definitely back to work.

*

He let her lead him away from the floor, not really saying much else about it. He didn't want to make it awkward and bring it up again. It wasn't fair on either of them. It was almost like she was testing him. Seeing where his intentions lay. He was fine with that, it's not like he could really complain about it. Trish Stratus had kissed him, the younger John Morrison was jumping for the stars. But this Morrison? He was playing it cool, that was for sure. He didn't want to make this weird between them. He had no doubt that it had happened to others. Friends kissing eachother. That was all it was, there were no deeper feelings. He was sure of it.

Morrison hailed them a cab, and enjoyed the cab ride home. Not much was said, and not much conversation was made, but it wasn't awkward. He couldn't let it be. This friendship was important to him and to his career, screwing it up was not an option. Of course, he was a gentleman, paying for the cab and walking Trish to her hotel room door. He kissed her cheek and nothing more as he moved to his own hotel room to fall asleep.

The morning came around rather quickly, and John's eyes fluttered open. The events of the night before playing through his mind, had that really happened?

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:32 PM
He glanced over at Elisha as she changed in the car. "Come here often?" He said with a laugh before turning his attention back to the road. "You're going to give some old man a heart attack doing that someday." He said with a grin as the pulled up to the arena. He did pause as she said Trish had kissed Cena's competitor. It worried him for a moment. How would things be handled if they started dating? But then he remembered how Trish was. She'd ride the neutral line as far as she could.

"Hopefully she knows what she's doing this time." Was all he said, then let the matter drop. He couldn't decide things for her. She would do what she wished. He was mildly surprised to see her act more her age, however. She had barely gone anywhere with anyone for a few years. She was considered a vet and she acted like it. Well, a vet in the sense of someone like Finlay, not Ric Flair.


**


The cab ride back was rather silent and Trish looked at John with a look she hadn't given him before. It was a look of contemplation and possibilities. She wasn't stupid and falling head first into something that was going to crash and burn like it had with Chavo, but she was still thinking about it. His kiss had been electrifying even how brief it was. He had been so hesitant, and had broken it off. She had expected neither from him. It was pleasing to feel that control coming from him. A year ago he would have taken it as far as he could. It was this fact that made her think of possibilities.

She let him kiss her cheek and she smiled softly at him. "Night." She whispered before slipping into her room and making straight for the bathroom to shower off the hairspray and get the pins out of her hair. She looked at her reflection and found herself still getting used to the natural brunette she was after years of being a blonde. She dropped the last pin on the counter and got in the steaming shower, letting the night wash away.


The following morning she woke sprawled across her bed, sheets twisted. She had moved a lot in her sleep, dreams of the nights events and what was to come in her fight for contender ship. She stretched out her back before clamoring out of bed and slipping into jeans and an old 'stratusfaction' t shirt. She pulled out her phone and read several messages, the news of her little session hitting the locker room faster than she had expected. She didn't respond to any, feeling this was a private matter and not wishing to elaborate. She did pause before dropping her phone on the bed. She pulled the message screen up again and shot a quick 'have a chat at the arena.' to Elisha before scrolling down to Morrisons number.

She made a face of thought for a moment before shooting him a 'breakfast before the show?'

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:32 PM
" Oh please, I'm like a ninja." She winked, as she got out the car and smirked, fixing her shoe. " Trish is smart, she'll be fine." She said feeling her phone buzz. She glanced at the message and grinned, quickly typing out a reply. 'Sure. I want the lowdown on your escapades Miss. Stratus.' It was clearly a teasing message and she meant nothing of it. She slipped her hand into John's as they walked, adjusting the belt on her other shoulder. She smiled over at him lovingly as she moved through the doors to where their appearance was. The girl was madly in love. And you could tell.

The appearance went well, signing things, answering lots of questions about the program they were promoting and what not. It was actually nice to work with him instead of just hang out in a locker room with him. Seeing how he put that smile on kids faces, it truly made her heart flutter. 'Lisha posed for her last few photos and press shots, before stepping away from the lecturn and following the WWE reps off the stage. She turned slightly and looked over her shoulder at him with a small smile. " Have I told you how much I love you lately?"

The arena wasn't far from where they were, she rolled her shoulders back slightly and allowed them to crack. " Oh. So, I forgot." She smiled, digging a candy bar out of her bag. " Want half?" She asked him with a smirk. Knowing he wouldn't, but she'd offer anyway. He was the disciplined one. And afterall, he'd had a cheat couple of days at Mass, he'd be back on his strict diet none the less.

*

John had been in the gym early that morning when he'd heard his phone buzz. He smiled seeing Trish's name come up on the screen. " No can do pretty lady. I've got a full schedule today. I could grab dinner after the show though." He typed out before he sat on leg machine. He needed to pump his legs. They were stronger, stronger than they had been. But he needed everything to be stronger. John Cena was his main competitor, he needed to be at the top of his game. He needed to be the guy everyone wanted to be. Hell, Morrison wanted to be the one that the company trusted with the belt.

He spent the rest of the day working in the gym, before he headed over to the arena. He had a meeting with a few of the bookers and agents and what not. Just talking about what they wanted him to achieve. It was like a business meeting, that was for sure. Then creative spoke to him about his push. He had so much to take in it wasn't funny. Being at the top wasn't easy.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:32 PM
"A ninja, right." He responded, dragging out the 'right'. He gave her a half smirk afterwards. As they entered the arena he felt his mindset change. It was like as soon as he crossed the threshold, the Champ took over. He was a cuddly bear everywhere else, but when he got to work he out his game face on. When you had people gunning for you left and right, you had to get serious.

When Elisha offered him half her candy, he simply shook his head. "I've had all the slacking I can handle. I'm sure Morrison was hitting the gym the whole time I was in Mass." He stated, knowing it was true. To take on Cena, the kid would have to bulk up. Speed only got you so far. It was like if the Big Show got ahold of you, one power move and you were done. The time of the cruiserweight wasn't gone, but it surely had faded.

**

Trish ate breakfast alone as she got the message of Morrison already way ahead of her in the workout room. She finished her egg white omelet and returned to her room to change and get ready to head out. Her gear was already at the arena, so she just had to dress the part. Her leather returned and so did an old 'stratusfaction' tea that had been shredded in the back, giving her new look a complete feel.

She got to the arena before the golden couple and saw them walking in. She pushed herself off the prop trunk and made for the. Her curled brunette hair bounced before she stopped before them. Her hands snaked into her back pockets and she gave them a smile. "I'm stealing your girl for a minute." She said simply to John.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:33 PM
He was probably right. No doubt that Morrison had been training. It's not like you could just step into the ring with someone like John Cena without any training. That was a deathwish right there. She adjusted the bag on her shoulder and smiled softly seeing the now brunette Trish approach. " I'll see you later." She told John with a smile, squeezing his hand as she let go and moving off with Trish. She walked down the corridor, chuckling. " So I hear you had a wonderful night." She smirked, looking at her friend with a cheeky smile. Although they were competing against eachother, although Trish wanted her title, they were friends. Sometimes friendships didn't have to suffer through healthy competition.

It'd been ages since she'd spoken to Trish. The night of the Hall Of Fame probably. Considering that Trish was told to rest after 'Mania. There was so much to catch up on, so much girly gossip to chat about. But no doubt they'd have a serious chat about what was to come. But as far as 'Lisha was concerned, as long as they both showed eachother respect, they'd go down a good path. Create some more history, hopefully. Maybe one day, 'Lisha would get to headline Raw and John could watch from the back.

One day.


*

Morrison made it to the arena, not long after the golden couple. He saw them walk in and had to let out a chuckle. They were cute. And likeable, and no doubt the company was going to milk them for all their relationships worth. He just hoped it lasted. He moved inside the arena, and stepped back slightly as he saw Trish and Elisha head down the hall. Well, wasn't that nice, opponents and friends. Didn't happen often that was for sure. " Hey Champ." Morrison smiled as he moved past Cena in the hallway with a nod of his head. They weren't exactly friends, and they weren't enemies. However, they were definetly rivals now, and Morrison didn't want to do anything to get on anybodies bad side.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:33 PM
John disappeared to their locker room, giving Trish a short acknowledgment and sneaking a kiss on Elisha's cheek before letting her slip away. As he walked down the hall he saw Morrison nearing. He stiffened for a moment, but forced himself to relax. The show hadn't started and he wasn't his opponent yet. To be a locker room leader you had to be on your guard, but also able to work with everyone and not be an asshole. Even if they were your opponent. Lesnar and Orton never learned that and had been knocked down.

"Morrison." He acknowledged. He walked a little further, but then stopped and called out to the younger man. "Hey, if you want to be lean, but be able to bench a smart car, try MuscleMilk and blueberries in your diet. Worked wonders when I started to build." He offered to the man. He knew he was giving pointers to a contender, but he genuinely wanted to help him. He remembered how hard it had been to pack on muscle and still be able to run without being weighed down.

**

Trish bit her lip and gave a half smile to Elisha as they traveled down the hall. "I can also tell you finally slept with John." She said in response, not missing that glow on either of them. It had been a lot longer than she had expected. But then she knew what John was about, and it wasn't being a fuck and go guy.

"But yes, I did have a good night and I did kiss an attractive young man. That's all you need to know." She said to her friend with a laugh. She had forgotten how close they had been and was amazed at how quickly that came back. "Mainly, I just wanted to say one thing." She said, stopping and turning to her friend. "I'm going to decimate the division." She started, her surety coming through in her voice. "But when it comes to you, I'm expecting a fair fight. I don't want to rip your face off with a barbed wire bat or anything. I want a respectable match that people will remember. I'm hoping you feel the same." She said, offering her friend her hand. It was a pact she hadn't offered before. Every other woman she had faced she had done so with the intention of beating the snot out of them if she could. This time she wanted to be technical, be memorable for wrestling, not decimation or being stripped to her underwear.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:33 PM
Elisha chuckled somewhat, giving a coy smile and a small shrug. " Just a couple of times, we're busy people." She joked as they continued down the hall. " Awh, damn. You know I'm a details kind of girl!" The blonde exclaimed. It'd been so long since they'd spoken like friends, since they'd caught up that Elisha hadn't even realised how much she missed talking to the Canadian. She was someone that Lisha could talk about anything with. After all it was the brunette Canadian who was responsible for the golden couple even being together. No words could express how thankful the young woman was for that. But when they stopped walking, Elisha knew what was coming, the talk was turning serious and to be honest she wasn't sure if she was ready for this talk. Hell, if she'd ever be ready.

" I wasn't going to give anything but my best." She said with a smile and shook Trish's hand. It was nice to know that Trish respected her enough as a competitor to shake her hand. It was a relief to know she wasn't going to destroy her. They were going to give everyone a show when they were in the squared circle together. As she let go of her friends hand, and the serious tone of the conversation lifted, she grinned once more. " So, who made the first move?" Elisha asked with a cheeky grin as she grabbed a water bottle off the table and took a sip. She was safe, after all Trish wouldn't want to know about her relationship, John was like a brother to her.

*

He stopped slightly and turned giving a small smile. " Hey thanks, I'll give it a try. I was running out of options." He told Cena. The guy knew what he was on about, it wasn't like he got to his size without some serious work. Hell, he was just as quick and agile as some of the lighter guys. He had no advice to give to him about anything to be honest, he was the face of the company and champ for a reason. He worked hard, and he got results. The guy showed up to work every day, rain, hail or shine. He gave 110% no matter how he felt.

And it wasn't like he needed help picking up a girl, he had The Heartbreak Kid's daughter. Really, that was enough proof to show he was worthy. Morrison hardly doubted that HBK would trust anyone with his All American, Girl Next Door daughter. " Good to see you back on the road Champ! Two days holiday and we were lost without you!" He called to him with a chuckle.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:34 PM
Trish made a smirk as Elisha confirmed her suspicions. She continued to play coy for a minute after they shook on the pact, but finally started laughing. "I did." She said, some color coming into her cheeks. She remembered the details rather well. She still couldn't forget how it'd felt to have him pull her closer. It was exhilarating. She wasn't about to jump into anything, but damn.

"I can't really describe it. I wanted to find out how he kissed, and I did. I'm glad I did." She said with a small laugh, feeling slightly embarrassed. She hadn't talked to anyone about anything like this since she had stopped seeing Elisha. "His kiss is as hot as he is, and I'll leave it at that." She said, grabbing a water of her own.

**

"I'm sure you guys stole the show!" He called back to the contender before entering the locker room. He dumped his bag on the floor and stretched, feeling his back crack in the process. Yeah, he probably shouldn't have taken the time off, but he had enjoyed every moment. He would just have to be careful tonight. He could feel his muscles were tight from lack of working out. That meant for a long stretching session.

But then, he had worked out -some-. A grin spread over his face as he thought about the two times he had taken Elisha over the two days. He'd never grow tired of that. Or being in her company.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:34 PM
" Don't smirk at me like that, I waited a year!" She said with a laugh as she sipped from her water bottle and grinned. " Well, I'm glad you're having some fun. I just recommend that maybe you don't find out if he's hot in the bedroom too." She chuckled, picking up a green apple and taking a bite. She ate fruit too! " Oh! I forgot!" She exclaimed, digging around in her bag for a moment before pulling out the box, and opening it. " Look what John bought me." She said happily, as she carefully took out the necklace she'd received at the lookout. " You know, you should catch up with him, I think he misses your chats you guys had. I'm not much help." She explained. She hadn't been around this business long enough to give John some of the advice he needed.

The blonde readjusted the strap on her shoulder and smiled taking the necklace back and putting it back away carefully. " I tell you what though, once you open the gates,it's like all the time!" She exclaimed with a laugh, as she headed out of the catering area, " Not that I'm complaining." She chuckled, heading back towards the locker room. She needed to be getting ready. " I'll see you later, what's your schedule like tomorrow? You free for a coffee or something?" She asked curiously, leaning against her and John's locker room door. " Just be careful, I don't want to see you getting hurt by another asshole." She said seriously to her friend with a nod. " Because you don't deserve that." To be honest, she was glad the air was cleared and they'd spoken about what they needed to. It was a weight off her shoulders that was for sure.

*

Morrison had headed into catering, and back out just before the girls entered. He'd been sneaky and decided to listen to what Trish had to say about him. He was also curious about her motives with him, after all he'd been confused as all hell about why she'd kissed him. And rightly so. It was out of the blue for someone like her. That was for sure. As he heard them leaving catering he headed up the hallway, keeping a safe distance before he slipped into the shared locker room. He was certain he wouldn't be looking at the champ the same again after hearing Elisha.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:34 PM
Trish nearly choked as Elisha commented on Morrison in the bedroom. Some water spilled down her shirt and she quickly wiped at it with a napkin. "That was not my intention." She stated before tossing the napkin. "I already made that mistake and paid for it." She said in remarks to her beating at the hands of Chavo. She may have won against him, but he and Mickie had done their damage.

She held her breath as Elisha pulled out a box. Had they? But then she showed the necklace and Trish smiled. Yeah, it was just like John to buy something like that. "I'm not sure we have time for that anymore. And my...involvement with Morrison might not sit well." She offered. She made a face as her friend then spoke of her sex life with John. "I'm free if you don't go into details. Damn." Was all she said as her friend walked down the hall. She -really- didn't want to know about those two.

**

John looked up as he heard Elisha out the door. She must be talking to Trish, given what the advice was. When she entered he offered her a soft smile. "Trish?" He asked simply, liking that they were talking again. He feared she would lose the friend who had hooked them up in the first place, but it didn't seem that way.

He had lost quite a few friends along the way and it was a horrible feeling. Jealousy could tear the best of friends apart, and it had for him. He had also seen the true side to a few of his friends and chose to not be a part of that lifestyle. Like Orton, causing that much damage to a hotel room was unacceptable and set a bad image.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:35 PM
Elisha nodded her head as she walked into the locker room, closing the door behind her. " Yes indeedy." She replied, " Had girly gossip time." She explained. " Said you'd probably like to see her, have a chat. But she worried about her new friendship not sitting right with you." Elisha explained as she unpacked her bag. " It'd be silly to lose a friend over that kind of thing though." Especially such a good one like Trish. " ANyway, did you see anyone on your travels?" She asked curiously, giving a grin.

She sat back on the bench, stretching out her back before she lay back down on the wooden bench, turning her head to look at him once more. " I heard you giving out advice about blueberries and muscle milk." She said with a smirk. " I have girlfriend ears, I hear everything." She explained, pulling her leg up to her chest. A little over a day off from any work in the gym and she felt stiff. She'd been for her run, but it hadn't seemed to loosen any muscles. She needed a massage or something, just to loosen everything up. Changing legs, she titled her head back and grumbled, " You should also know that Trish liked your necklace, said it was very beautiful." Well, she didn't say it. But the Canadian didn't need to, because Elisha knew what she meant by the look she'd given. It was a very John-like pick.

Finally sitting up she cracked her back, a look of relief moving across her face. " Hey Champ." She smirked, standing up and grabbing her tights. " I love you!" She told him, kissing his cheek before she slipped off into the bathroom.

*

Morrison had been playing a game on his phone as he walked up the hallway, he honesly hadn't been paying that much attention to his surroundings as he knocked into Trish. " Oh! Sorry. Sorry!" He said quickly as he put his phone back into his pocket and gently grabbed her shoulder as an apology. " How're you?" He asked casually, after he finished fumbling around. He really needed to learn to pay more attention to those kinds of things. Maybe he shouldn't have been addicted to Candy Crush, then he wouldn't be so distracted. But damn he had been stuck on the bloody level for a good three weeks.

" How'd your little girl time chat go?" He asked curiously as he leant against the wall behind him. " You say what you needed to say to her?" To be honest, he'd love to see a match between the two girls. It'd be amazing that's for sure.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:35 PM
John couldn't help but nod when Elisha brought up her friends concerns. Trish was right to think her growing friendship with the number one contender made the champ nervous, but he was dating the daughter of his last competitor. He made a mental note to catch up with the diva sometime. He valued their friendship and hated how distant they'd become. He owed her for bringing he and Elisha together. He wouldn't turn his back on Trish because of her apparent interests in the new young stud of the WWE. "I'll make a point to catch up with her." He called to Elisha as he put a reminder in his phone.

He leaned back and sighed. "Girlfriend ears. Yeah, ran into Trish's new flame. Gave him some friendly pointers. I remember what it was like being in his spot. A good leader helps the locker room to thrive." He offered before getting a kiss on the cheek. He got up with a grin and followed Elisha. She couldn't possibly think she'd be allowed to change alone. He stepped up behind her and placed a kiss on her shoulder. "Just the first gift of many, princess." He murmured into her neck. "How about dinner tonight?" He asked, not wanting to lose the romance outside of the sex.

**

"Shit!" Trish cursed as water spilled down her chest from being run into. She took a breath to calm herself when she brought her eyes up to see John Morrison. "I'm...great." She said quietly as she wiped at the water spots on her shirt. At least it was water. She bit the inside of her lip and narrowed her eyes as he brought up her conversation with Elisha. After a moment she started laughing.

"Spying on me, huh?" She said with a laugh and raised brow. "Yes, as a matter of fact I did. Just wanted to make sure it'd be a fair fight. Or were you talking about what I was saying about you?" She questioned almost flirtatiously, adding a small smirk.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:35 PM
" And don't forget it's her birthday in like a month or something. So put a reminder in your phone for that one too." She told him. Trish had been a great friend to them both, the last thing she wanted was to lose her. The Canadian wasn't just a friend, she was a mentor, and a vet who was more than happy to help out the young, fresh ones. After all, that'd been Elisha just over two and a half years ago. How time flew. Hell, she'd been young when she started training, twenty two with a developmental contract, twenty three she made her debut and now twenty five and here she was with a title around her waist. With just over six months till she was twenty six, she wondered what was instore for her to be honest.

" Damn right I have girlfriend ears." She grinned. " Need to hear everything." She teased, smiling. Of course she didn't think she'd be changing alone. Her smile widened as she felt his arms snake around her. " I get more presents?" She questioned. " But you don't have to. Just seeing you every morning is a good enough gift." She told him with a smile, feeling her skin tingle as he spoke against her skin. " Dinner sounds great. You pick where we go." She told him, slipping around in his grip and kissing his lips softly. She was that in love, he could have taken her to a drive through and she wouldn't have cared. She slipped out of his grip, and began to change into her tights, " Just so you know. Dad and Paul have managed to piss off Heyman.....again...so just....watch out for the slime ball poking around." Heyman got personal, and she was sure that he wouldn't think twice about delving into their personal life to get what he wanted from her father. Using HBK's daughter was personal, and no matter if Elisha was in the business or not, it wasn't right.

Pulling the tights up, she rolled her shoulders back and let out an exasperated breath. " These things get even more difficult every week." She frowned, getting new tights was never fun. But she never seemed to have enough time to break them in like John had suggested ages ago. " I'd rather wear nothing than walk around with my tights halfway up my butt." She mumbled to hersel as she grabbed the top half of her attire. It was so much easier than the bottom half.

*

" Nah not spying, I was in the area, and couldn't help but over hear." He expained to her with a chuckle. " I have no doubt you two will put on a show. Whenever that might be. I guess you've got to get rid of Mickie first." He reasoned, nodding his head slightly. " Oh. I didn't even know you were talking about me. It was all good, I hope." How could it not be. He'd reciprocated her kiss, and from what he'd observed, swept her off her feet. Even if it was only for those few moments. " I would've kept listening but John gave me some advice about building some muscle." He explained, and to be honest he was thankful for it. He wouldn't have known how to build muscle quickly, and he wasn't going to openly ask about it. People would think he knew nothing. He was a mid-weight, he was fast and agile, hell the guy flew, he didn't know how to build up alot of muscle and quick. After all, he couldn't lose his speed.

" I'm sure it was just girl talk anyway, nothing I should hear." He grinned rather cheekily. " What're you doing after the show? Wanna grab a bite, I've got no plans and I hate eating alone." It was worth a shot right? Maybe she enjoyed his company enough just to have dinner between friends. " You can even pick the restaurant."

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:35 PM

"Great. Leave it to your dad to still mess with my life." He said before pausing. "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that." He apologized after he realized how it had come out. He knew DX hadn't done it to mess with John, but he still felt that Shawn wanted to meddle and see just how strong he felt for his daughter. He just wanted to be with her and stop fighting her dad on it for once.

"Have you thought about a new material? If you're not going to take the time to break them in, spandex might not work for you." He looked her over and grinned. "Denim shorts. It's worked wonders for me. You can cut them up to how you want. Part of your girl next door appeal. Maybe a cropped jersey. You could run with a new look like that." He offered, already picturing it in his mind. Divas had gone the denim short route before, but she could bring something new to them.

"Since you're my girl, it'd make sense, too." He said before kissing her. He parted quickly and stepped out of the bathroom. He liked leaving her wanting more. "I've got a promo to cut. Let's hope Pauly has his sights on bother someone else." He said as he grabbed his belt and left the locker room. The last thing he needed was Paul Heyman meddling. Or him making a comeback for Lesnar. That was one beast he was not eager to battle again.


**


"That's something you'll just have to wonder about." She said with a smile as he questioned what she had said about him. In the back of her mind she could still hear Elisha warning her, but this was just a little flirting. There wasn't any harm in it. Besides, she was older and knew better. She should've known better with Chavo, but hadn't. She liked John, that much she could admit, but she wasn't eager to explore it too much. She was okay with a little flirting.

She leaned against the wall next to him and thought about his proposition, making him wait for an answer. "Assuming Mickie doesn't come out of the woodwork and surprise me with a chair over the head, I would say I haven't any plans." She said to him, turning her head and smiling. "And I get to pick? Well, then. How can I pass that up? I have one in mind. You better be on time. I don't wait." She said simply before slipping away from the wall and starting down the hall. She had to meet up with Kofi. For some reason or other, creative thought it a good idea to book Trish and Kofi vs Mickie and Kenny. She knew he and Kofi had been battling out their differences, but she had never worked with the flyer before.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:36 PM
" He has a tendency to do that." She shrugged, not minding what he said. It was true, it was like they took one step forward, and two steps back. His frustration was warranted. All Elisha wanted was for everyone to get along. Then none of this would be as much as a stress. All she could hope for was that Heyman played their game and not his. But she wasn't banking on it.

" I've got something in the pipeline, don't you worry." She grinned. Because honestly, she wasn't going to be the girl that dressed like her boyfriend. That was just a little bit too much. She kissed him back and smiled softly, pouting as he headed out the bathroom. They both played that game, but she never liked it when he did it to her. " I'll dress like that for you another time." She told him with a chucke, moving out the bathroom and leaning against the wall as he got ready to leave for his promo.

" I'll cross my fingers." She said as he left the room, staring at the door for a moment as she continued to think everything over. Heyman was a man that knew this business inside and out. He was someone who had made a name for himself being a slimeball. And her father and his best friend had pissed him off, of course he was going to come out with his big guns. But his big gun was Brock Lesnar, and as much as he'd decimated people before. There was never a rivalry quite like Cena vs Lesnar. It was going to come to blows, she could see it now. It'd escalate quickly too.

Elisha planted her butt firmly on the couch as she began to pull on her wrestling boots. She kept her eyes on the screen, watching. Nattie was expecting her to bring it, and she'd be damned if she got herself distracted.

*

" I'll keep my mind ticking over it." He said with a chuckle, as he began the slow walk with her down the hall. He wasn't expecting much out of this, he knew Trish wasn't like that and to be honest, he liked her friendship more than anything else. Plus, he didn't want to screw her over, or distract her. Too many people would try to kill him for that. He valued his life and rather enjoyed his rise to the top, he didn't want to go back to mid-card status.

" I'll be on time. I'll meet you in the lot." He told her, watching as she slipped away from where they'd stopped to talk once more. At least when she walked away it wasn't a bad view. He was allowed to look still! Even if he didn't want nothing more than a friendship. " Well, I'll see you later. Good luck." He said, turning to head the other way. He knew Cena was cutting a promo and didn't want to miss it.

Posted by: yunalesca May 22 2013, 12:37 PM
John was midway through his promo when Heyman snuck up on him out of nowhere and interrupted the live promo backstage. Cena stepped aside and hoisted his belt on his shoulder, making sure Heyman knew who was the boss in this shot. The gesture merely made the fat man laugh and step further into the picture. "Cena, Cena, Cena. How's it going, kid? Enjoying your little push?" He questioned and John's jaw clenched. They both knew Vince didn't exactly have his back anymore. He didn't like him, but Elisha and he were bringing in the dough especially since they went public.

"Aren't you a little busy being played with by DX?" He returned with and saw that moment of anger and embarrassment flash across Heyman's eyes before he recovered. He could almost hear the 'ooooohhhh' coming from the crowd. He didn't let the remark make him over confident, however. He had probably made a huge mistake in rising up to the challenge, but he couldn't help himself when someone was trying to insult him.

"Count your days with that title, John. There's a storm coming and you're in the path....Champ." He said before patting the title and walking away. John swallowed and watched Paul walk away. He didn't like the sound of that. What else could possibly come his way?

**

"Well, you really turned up the heat on your feud so I'm going to guess you're going to be in there more than me." Kofi said with a smile as he placed the kick pads over his boots. Trish leaned against the wall and stretched her arms.

"Its what I do. I'm not sure how Mickie is going to do this, though. She could leave this all up to you guys. She could just glare at me from across the wing. I really don't know. Victoria I could predict, but Mickie is a whole new level of crazy." She informed before she cracked her neck. Her mind was overwhelmed with trying to predict how this would go. She trusted Kofi to have her back, but she had to have his, too. She wondered if the crazy diva had something in store for her after what she'd done. She shook her head and got down on the floor, stretching.

Posted by: starlight. May 22 2013, 12:37 PM
Paul Heyman was the scum underneath her shoe. He'd spent too much time hurting the people she called family. That's what Paul and Steph were, they were family. They helped her with whatever she needed, if she was struggling, or she needed something they were there as much as her dad was. Probably more if she was honest. Paul Heyman had spent much of his career trying to ruin Paul, Steph and the rest of the McMahons, and while her and John were making money for the McMahons, Heyman was going to come after one of them. And if he was planning what she thought he was, he was going to bring back someone who John had a long standing feud with.

Surely Paul wouldn't have let that happen, but deep down she knew that just like his father in law, he wanted to make money. Brock Lesnar vs John Cena was a money maker. It'd bring in revenue that would bring a smile to Vince's face. Vince might not be showing his support to The Champ right now, but he was making them money and slowly getting back into the good books. Elisha stepped out of the locker room and into the hallway, she kept her head down and tried to refocus on her upcoming match. She had no time to let Heyman into her head. But she was collateral and he knew that. He knew the best ways to hurt John, and he wouldn't go past doing something to her. God damn she needed eyes in the back of her head.

She watched the end of John's promo, and kept herself perched on a storage box. Nattie's music hit once John had moved backstage, but she had no time to talk to him. They'd talk later, she had a match and this was important. This was about family pride and it was getting god damn personal. Her music hit and she headed out to a roar of the crowd. Thankgod this wasn't Canada.

*

Morrison watched the promo unfold infront of his very eyes. He might have held the briefcase but apparantly that didn't give him a massive push to Number One Contender. He swallowed hard as Paul Heyman made his way down to the ring and shook his head. Everyone knew who was a Paul Heyman guy, and who would be after Cena's title. That was a long standing feud that probably would never go away. He brushed some hair from his face and sat forward. Maybe he'd get the chance to cash it in earlier than he thought. After all, whoever won that match, wasn't going to be getting up quickly. Maybe he had a shot. He'd never been sneaky, but he'd seen the best ways to cash in the briefcase, and an element of surprise was always important.

He sat back slightly, and took a deep breath, knowing Trish's match was on soon. He just hoped Kofi had her back as much as the other way around. He would hate to see Trish be backstabbed once more.

Posted by: yunalesca May 24 2013, 10:10 PM
John found his way back to his locker room and dropped the title on the coffee table before falling into the couch seat. He leaned forward on his knees and stared at the title. How many more days would he have the gold? Forever if he could help it, but he was getting a feeling on Heyman's threat. He was bringing in the big guns. Why he was choosing to pick on him he didn't know, but it was happening regardless. Heyman had never liked Cena and was coming back for another round.

There was one more wrestler added to the list of those coming after him. The worst part was he could't put a face to this one. He had his suspicions, but none could be confirmed. As long as he didn't get stabbed in a bar again he felt he could handle it. He sighed and turned on the television to watch Elisha.

**

Trish rolled her shoulders as Kofi went over the match with her. There were no absolutes, but they could bounce ideas off eachother so they were prepared if the situations occurred. She was nervous working with Kofi, to be honest. She had never worked with him and she didn't know how he would fare in this. She couldn't afford for him to go down. Mickie was a handful on her own. She didn't want to be stuck in the ring with her AND Kenny. They were both pissed at her and she'd never stand a chance.

Posted by: starlight. May 24 2013, 10:55 PM
Nattie's music hit and Elisha watched as the pink and black clad blonde headed out to the ring. They were building this up to have a quick ending. Once Trish was done with Mickie that was when the story would build. And Elisha didn't want it to just be another diva's story that was a card filler. It was going to be a damn good storyline worth main eventing Raw. Hell, it was possible and it was going to happen. Fans wanted to see it, there was no doubt about that.

'Lisha's own music hit and she moved out to the ramp. The electricity running through her veins was evident as she made sure Natalya knew who was champ. Her eyes never left Natalya's, fire in her eyes. Matches against this diva were full of family pride, and every time Elisha went into a lock up with the Pink & Black attack's Diva Elisha did it for more than just the crowd, she hit Sweet Chin Music with force for more than just herself. It was all about family pride and making her dad proud.

The Women's Champion raised her arms in victory, and celebrated with the crowd. She was getting leaner and stronger. With this belt around her waist she needed to be at the top of her game. No more junk food for her. As Elisha made it backstage, she offered Trish a small smile as she saw her and Kofi getting ready for their tag match. She kept her head down as she moved down the halls, before she moved into the locker room. She could relax now, she didn't have to look over her shoulder in here. Elisha placed her title by her bag before she moved to lie on the floor to stretch out. " How you doin?" She asked moving her head to the side so she could see John. Paul Heyman was a bad omen, and there was no doubt in Elisha's mind that he was bringing out the big guns. She just hoped he was in the right headspace for it.

Posted by: yunalesca May 28 2013, 08:33 PM
Trish acknowledged Elisha as she came back through the curtains. She and Kofi were up after the commercial break. She hopped from foot to foot and rolled her shoulders. Her new leathers were breaking in nicely and hopefully wouldn’t trip her up during the match. She’d spent time soaking them and moving in them to make sure they were ready before she got out in the ring with them. "Just like we talked it. Let me know when you want a piece of her I'll take Kenny out." Kofi said to her and she nodded to him. They could take this. Kofi's music hit and they bumped fists before he took the curtain. "Here we go." She said and took the ramp moments later to her new music.

The match moved much smoother than Trish had expected, but the moment Mickie tried her shit, the Canadian was all over her. Trish got the diva down on the outside with a loud crack of a chick kick. She turned her attention back to the ring and saw Kofi signaling to her. She quickly climbed up the post and got on his shoulders. She held his hands as they started forward, then she leapt, hitting Kenny with a 630° sent on and pinning him. She gave a hug to Kofi and they raised their hands together, panting from exertion. They'd made their statement.

*

John looked up as Elisha walked in and started stretching. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried." He acknowledged before he found himself on the floor stretching. "He wants my days numbered. As if Morrison wasn't worry enough. Never catch a break, huh?"

Posted by: starlight. May 29 2013, 09:08 AM
Elisha had stopped to watch the end of Trish's match, swallowing hard. The Canadian was stepping up her game something shocking. Sure Elisha was working on new stuff, but this was beyond that. Trish was showing every Diva what she was made of and making a statement. Everyone knew what she was going after, that was for sure. When the three count was announced, she snapped back to reality and looked over at John, offering him a smile. " Babe you're the champ. Don't expect s break." She said, placing her hands on his cheeks and giving him a kiss. He'd been the one to warn her about what it was like to be the champ. He might not have caught a break, but this was going to do wonders for his reputation. After all, Vince loved it when the Heyman Guys got a beat down.

" Plus, I can guarantee you that Morrison doesn't even register on your radar. He's got to worry about people trying to take his briefcase away from him." She told him with a soft smile, hoping that it cheered him up. " And you should know, I love it when you get down and dirty. And people like Lesnar bring that out of you." She explained to him with a grin. " John Cena vs Brock Lesnar is an amazing feud, that needs a new chapter." Elisha finally stood and opened up her suitcase to get some street clothes. " Get rid of the PG era for just a couple of months." And it'd boost ratings and Vince would be happy.

" Good Luck in your match." Elisha encouraged him, giving him another kiss before disappearing into the shower. This wasn't the first time John had been champ. No doubt he was used to this. She flicked on the radio in the bathroom and began to sing loudly to the tunes. This was a fun way to relax, for sure.

*

Morrison watched Trish's match and was certainly impressed with Trish's move set. Considering that she hadn't had much time to chat with Kofi about what was meant to go on during the match. Mickie had certainly been sent a message, and that was no doubt not to mess with Trish Stratus. She was after that title and no one had better get in the way. He hoped he could send that message to Cena some how. By the looks of things he'd be busy mid carding till this thing with Heyman blew over. That would no doubt take a while. It was back to the mid-card for Morrison.

Posted by: yunalesca Jul 27 2013, 12:21 PM
"Penny for your thoughts?" Trish asked as she slipped up behind Morrison, hands slipping into the back pockets of her pants. She had been on her way back to her locker room, but John's posture as he stared at the monitors had stopped her. She stepped up beside him and smiled softly as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "Concerned about something from my observation." She tried before her hand delved into her brunette hair and volumed it out. "Not concerned about going out, are you? I know I make people nervous, but I didn't realize I was -that- bad." She joked with a laugh, trying to lighten him up.

"But seriously, I'm all ears now that I don't have to worry about my match..." She started before someone hit her from behind and was jumping on her. Trish rolled to her back and starting throwing her fists back at the attacker, seeing it was Mickie. Her hands reached up to wrap around the girls throat the moment Mickie did the same. She began seeing stars and made choking sounds.

*

John staggered back through the curtain after his match, favoring his ribs after taking a rough powerbomb from his competitor. He leaned against the wall of the gorilla position and groaned as his core ached. He was still hurting from the last beating he'd taken at the hands of his girlfriends father. How was he ever going to be on the same level as Lesnar again? He'd been thrown through barricades and tables, been bearhugged and superkiced week in and week out. He was never going to fully repair and be on the physical level he'd been on the last time he had overcome the monster.

He took a pained breath before pushing off the wall and starting for his locker room. He staggered through the door and pushed it closed with his back, leaning against it as he did so. He noted that his girl was still in the bathroom and was silently thankful for it. He never liked to show his girl the pain he was in and that he might not be a hundred percent. "You better be getting ready for a nice dinner in there!" He yelled as he clutched his side before forcing himself off the door and trying to feign normality. It was funny he tried to act normal when his life was anything but. Elisha was the only thing that was even a shade of normal to him. She was what brought him back from the edge everytime the fame monster tried to overcome him. He forced himself across the room to stand in the doorway of the bathroom. "I won't take no for an answer on dinner." He added.

Posted by: starlight. Jul 28 2013, 09:23 AM
Elisha had barely noticed that John had come back into the locker room through the radio she'd been listening to. Sometimes it was the small things that she found relaxing, a nice hot shower and some tunes was always a great way to come back down to Earth. The last thing she wanted was for her title to go to her head. Too mant times she'd seen gold grow egos. It was only when John appeared in the doorway that she noticed him and a smile appeared on her lips. She'd already showered, and was changed into a light pink bandage dress and leather jacket. " Good thing I pulled this out then, huh?" She said with a grin, looking over her shoulder at him.

Putting down the make up brush she was using, she turned and moved towards him. " I like the sound of dinner. You jump in the shower and I'll be ready by the time you are." She slipped her arms around his waist and leaned in to give him a soft kiss. " Now get in there." She said, moving her head towards the shower before she let go and moved back to the mirror.

It wasn't long before she finished pulling the hair straightener through her blonde locks. She much preferred it straight to the giant porn star waves they gave her for when she was in the ring. " Come on babe! It's taking you longer than me to get ready!" She called out as she packed up the rest of her make up and hair accessories. She'd made an effort wither her hair and make up. It wasn't often they went out for dinner. Slipping on some light pink pumps, she closed up her suitcases, Championship belt sitting neatly on top of all her clothes as she zipped it up. Seriously, did it take him longer to do his hair than her?

*

The last thing he had expected was a cat fight, happening right in front of his eyes, All he'd been doing was talking to Trish about things when Mickie attacked from behind. The last thing he expected was the girls to be choking each other out. He did his best to pull them apart, and with the help of a couple of others that were passing by, managed to pull them off each other. " Get her, out of here." He called to the people who were holding onto Mickie. He kept hold of Trish around her waist, not daring to let go.

" She's gone." He told her " You're not going to achieving anything by going after her now." He wasn't planning on letting her go just yet. He had no doubt that the adrenaline was still running through her veins. " Just try to breath." He said in her ear quietly,

Posted by: yunalesca Aug 14 2013, 10:01 PM
As she wrapped her arms around his middle he fought back the wince that threatened to take over his face. "Yes, ma'am." He joked to her as she ordered him to shower. He turned his back to her and started to strip down, taking care to avoid hitting his middle on his knees as he did so. He slipped into the hot shower and felt the strain start to slip away. Slowly the ache in his core dissipated and he sighed relief as he just stood there, letting the water run over him. He heard her yell and smiled into the spray before turning it off and slipping out to towel off.

He donned a burgundy button down and dress pants, not quite sure where they were going to end up at the end of the night. She was dressed for anything and so he would be as well. He pulled out the gel products and started to fuss with his growing hair, spiking the front as he thought of shaving it again. He generally preferred the flat top, but the maintenance often made him shave it down. He'd have to ask Elisha what she thought about it. "Alright, hold your ponies there, Tex!" He yelled to her as he exited the bathroom with his bag in tow, the title sitting neatly on top of the clothes inside. He wasn't about to let it sit outside the bag for anyone to grab and knock him over the head with unexpectedly.

He stopped and looked at Elisha before opening the door. "We'll have to be careful or my girlfriend will see me out with this amazing fox. She wouldn't take to that very well, Texas temper and all." He picked at her with a wink before opening the door and gesturing for her to exit.


*


The moment John had dragged her to her feet and she gained a better semblance on consciousness she tried for the blonde, managing to grab her hair before John was pulling her back into him and others pulled Mickie away. One of her hands shot down to his wrist and tried prying it it away to get out of his grip. "Let me go!" She yelled before kicking out at Mickie and nearly sliding out from under Johns firm hold on her midsection. She was growling in rage by the time he was turning her and pressing her to the wall, putting himself between her and the receding Mickie. "I can breathe just fine!" She yelled at him before taking a deep breath.

He kept her pinned there as her face slowly began to lose the flushed color and her breathing returned to normal. "I'm alright. I swear." She breathed to him, hands sliding up in a 'I give up' stance. She felt the pressure of his body against hers began to slacken mildly as he still seemed unconvinced. "I'm not going after her. I'm not such a coward to attack her from behind. I'll settle this in the ring. I'm fine." She promised to him, managing to bring her eyes up to his finally to show she was relaxing. She brought one of her hands down to brush at her collarbone that began to pulsate. Most of Mickie's weight had pressed down on her chest, her hand placement not fully encircling Trish's throat for which she was thankful for.

Posted by: starlight. Aug 15 2013, 02:04 AM
" She must be quite something if you're afraid of her temper." She laughed, giving a small grin. There had been times when she was known to get a little hot headed. Even as a child her tantrums were extreme and intense. At the age of seven, the little blonde texan stamped her feet and cried because she didn't want to leave Disneyland. Granted it could have been the sugar, but she was adamant that she was staying. There had been a few life events where Elisha had been reminded of that tantrum. There was photographic evidence of that tantrum. Red faced and teary eyed. It made the list for greatest tantrum of all time. She let her hand slip into his as they walked, the echoes of what was going on a few corridors away slowly disappeared once they got to the parking lot. Tonight they could relax, and enjoy eachothers company before the day got hectic.

She looked over to him and smiled softly. " I can take a razor to your head tonight if you'd like." Elisha joked. " I'll write my initials in the back of your head." She winked, as she got into the passenger side of the car, sitting back to relax. Tomorrow would be a new day, and it only took her a moment to break the news to John as he got into the drivers side. " You've gotta come to a family meeting tomorrow." It almost sounded stupid, and she really should have elaborated. A family meeting wouldn't be a Texas family meeting. It'd be Paul and Steph, Shawn, Elisha and John. Why? Because they wanted to make this Lesnar and Heyman thing huge. They wanted to take it back a notch, hit below the belt almost. Push everyone to their limits. It meant getting everyone involved. " It's already in your calendar." She said, sipping from the water bottle. But that was tomorrow, they could worry about that then.

As he began to drive out of the parking lot, she placed her hand atop of his and sat back, waving to the few fans that were waiting outside. " So where are we going all dressed up like this?" She asked him curiously. After all, they usually just headed out to the hotel and ordered room service. This was nice though, for once doing something that normal couples would do.Sure, they'd have to worry about a few fans here or there taking some photos but it was all part of their job and what they were part of. " Can't be out too late though. My boyfriend keeps me up all night." She winked, laughing somewhat. Not that she'd ever complain though, plus it was great for endurance training and everything in between. It was after all the best kind of exercise.

*

He waited until her body loosened and he felt her beginning to surrender to let go of her. He took a couple of steps away from her and looked across to Trish. Her face was fading from the rage she'd obviously had go over her. Whatever these two were going through went much deeper than storyline. There was pure hatred and to be honest, Morrison wasn't sure how far Mickie would take it. Trish was a pro, almost a veteran and would never stoop to that level. However if someone wanted to go down road, then he had no idea what either of them were capable of. " Don't stoop to her level." He reminded her as he took a couple of steps away from her. Everyone had that moment of blnd rage, and it was understandable when someone was coming at you left right and centre, but this wasn't the way to deal with it.

He passed her some water and grabbed his own. " P.S; You're really strong." He said with a chuckle, running a hand through his hair momentarily. " You've got bigger fish to fry than a crazy ass bitch like Mickie." He hoped she went too far and got dimissed, future endeavoured. Someone like Mickie James didn't belong here. And to be quite frank, it didn't need to be Trish to tip her over the edge to get rid of her. It could be anyone.

Posted by: yunalesca Aug 15 2013, 09:23 PM
"Um, I'll pass. That's a whole new form of whipped. You may have me wrapped around your finger miss Michaels, but I will not -let you- shave my head." He teased as they got in the car. The mood shifted as soon as they got in, however. When she said 'family meeting' he was well aware of what it meant. Sitting around a table with the top execs and creative. It wasn't his favorite thing, especially now that Heyman was back and they were going to push Lesnar. It hadn't been said yet, but everyone knew who the fat mans boy was. He'd been begging for a job back since his faltering with the NFL and less than stellar career in MMA. Sable was an expensive chick to be married to and he needed back in the business. "Sounds like loads of fun." He grumbled as he put on a fake smile and waved to the fans as they paraded out behind the other stars leaving.

His hand lowered to the shifter and instantly he felt hers atop it. "You think I have a clue? I was hoping you had some ideas." He joked as he was waved on by police doing traffic control for them. He couldn't say he envied them. "Kidding. I know where I'm going. You'll just have to be surprised for once." He informed as he turned off from the caravan, not following the others to the club or hotel. He wanted something a little more intimate and off the beaten path. He was never bothered by fans asking for autographs, but he wanted a nice date to be without interruptions tonight. "Is that so? He must have some good moves to be keeping you up -all- night. I hope there's more than five." He picked at himself, humoring the joke that went around with the fans. He knew more than 5 moves, but knew what got the biggest pops. The Rock only had 3 moves and people ignored that.

*

She took the water from him rather forcibly, twisting the cap off in anger at Mickie. She couldn't even have a talk with someone without worrying about being jumped. One could argue she had it coming for dragging Kenny to the ring and toying with him in front of Mickie, but that was to get a match and she hadn't beat the guy down. It had been worth it to see him enraged, however. He'd been more mad for being attracted to her sitting on his lap than actually mad at her. She was intuitive about men, usually, and was aware that that had been the situation. Beating him in the ring with Kofi probably hadn't helped much, either. But still, she had -never- jumped Mickie. She was asking for it, but the Canadian reigned herself in as she gulped down some of the water.

She managed a soft laugh at him as he acknowledged her strength and nearly breaking from his grip. "You're lucky. Even Dwayne had some issues keeping me pinned down." She stated as she recalled the times she had worked with The Rock. That had been a different time all those years ago. Things had been a little more fun back then, there had been real competition roaming around. Now it was specific people getting a push because of their look, not their talent. She looked over at John and felt a slight pang. He had the look, it was just hard to push him when people had fallen in love with the champ again since he took Elisha on as his girl. "I could say the same for you. Don't wait for the company to push for you, John. Sometimes you have to push yourself. I was slated to be a manager forever because of how I looked even though I had a big fitness background. When I started working with Finlay, people took notice. They chanced a title on me and never expected what happened. You can do the same." She said to him, sounding almost philosophical.

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: starlight. Aug 16 2013, 12:17 AM
She let out a laugh and shook her head somewhat, relaxing back into the car seat. " He goes alright." She smirked, " He has a whole repitore of moves, but don't tell my dad that." She joked, glancing out the window as she noted they were going out of the main city area. Sometimes it was just nice to be a little futher away, to be alone and be together. " Surprises scare me, you know that." Although she'd hardly be mad at him, it was sweet and she appreciated the thought more than anything else. Things got so busy sometimes that it was nice to take a step back together. " But I usually like your surprises." The last one had been the diamond necklace in Mass. she loved it of course, not because it was diamonds, not because it was expensive but because he'd picked it, he'd taken the time to choose something for her and thought about her.

The car seemed to stop when they pulled up at a cute little restaurant. It didn't look busy. Which was nice. They were usually surrounded by chaos after all. " Hey, guess what?" She grinned, looking over at him. " I love you." Her words were honest and true, before she stepped out of the car and her nice shoes stepped onto the little path. Elisha moved to take his hand as they walked towards the entrance of the restaurant. " I'm also starving. This new diet doesn't exactly leave much room for delicious treats." She was so sick of chicken and broccoli, and even more sick of steak and broccoli. Seriously, she was sure the nutritionist had turned her against steak. " I also decided that I'm banking my cheat days, so I can have a fat week." She laughed somewhat. Discipline wasn't exactly her forte, and skipping out on sugar and delicious treats was killing her.

" I don't know how you do it." She noted. " Don't you ever want something sweet?" Maybe she just had more of a sweet tooth than he. After all, candy bars and lollies were a regular snack for her. But if she wanted to be champ, and remain champ she needed to be in the best shape possible, which meant curving her bad habits.

*

He knew what she meant and he took a deep breath. " I know I shouldn't wait." He said, running a hand through his hair. " But giving myself a push is just as hard. I mean, I'm competing with Cena who's got this massive pop becuse he's banging HBK's daughter." Maybe he was speaking a little out of turn, but if he was going to be honest with Trish he just needed to let it all out. " I mean the guy was losing popularity before that, and now they're giving him championships and matches with Lesnar." He sipped from his water and shrugged. " I know you're his friend, and I'm sorry it's just frustrating you know. I mean, I've been given this great opportunity with the briefcase, and the top execs are saying I can't use it until the Lesnar thing is done."

Frustrated was an understatement. It wasn't Cena's fault either, it was just the way the cookie crumbled. It was the business, and the guys who were the best for business would always get the push. The smaller guys who worked and worked would get one shot, one time and that would be it. He'd grab this opportunity when he could take it, but the waiting was what would make him explode first. " I don't know how you have dealt with it all for this long. It's like your a puppet." A well paid puppet.

Posted by: yunalesca Aug 16 2013, 08:37 PM
"Probably best that way. I hear he owns a gun." John responded with a smirk as he thought of her father. He was getting a little easier about their romance, but he could still see this wasn't the life he'd wanted for his daughter. It was hard enough to see her wrestling, but to be with the top of the business as well had to leave its mark. He couldn't say he'd want that for his kids either. But he also understood you had to let them spread their wings on their own and just be there to catch them if they fell, Or so his parents had raised him to believe. He and his brothers had been making mistakes since day one, but their parents had let them and the kids learned from it. When you forced things on kids was when they revolted. He hoped Shawn was aware of that and wasn't trying too hard to steer her younger siblings away from the business. That always had a way to come around and bite you in the ass.

"No surprises, huh? I'll keep that in mind. I was going to get a nice stripper cake for your birthday, too." He joked to her before turning off the road and down another more deserted one. They drove in quiet for a while before he finally pulled into the parking lot of a small restaurant off the beaten path. As she confessed her love for him he gave a half grin before slipping out of the car as well and locking it. He easily slipped up beside her and took her hand as she reached for his as they started for the entrance. He did start laughing at her as he held the door open for her to step inside the romantically lit restaurant.

"Yeah, banking them sounds like a great idea. It makes it twice as hard to bounce back miss thang." He prodded, poking her in the ribs for good measure before sticking up two fingers to the hostess who instantly led them to the back of the restaurant to a corner table with mood lighting sitting on the table in the form of two candles. "I have all the sweets I can handle with you, Elisha." He said before pulling her chair out for her and scooting her in. He could be a gentleman on occasion. "Have you considered talking to Trish about it? I know she's a general and all about diets and cardio, but it could be worth a shot. My advice won't apply as well as hers. And she seems willing to help you succeed even if she is gunning for the title back." He offered before turning to his menu.

*

Trish took a breath and averted her eyes as he mentioned Elisha. She was a competitor to the girl, but she was still friends with her and she didn't particularly care for how John and the locker room viewed her. Trish wanted to rebuild the division and wouldn't have much success if the locker room wasn't behind Elisha for her talent. She bit back the remarks she wanted to say and took a drink of water instead. She knew where he was coming from, she'd been in his position before.

"Here's the thing, you don't always have to do what they tell you. Sure, let this Lesnar bullshit play out, but you best be stacking your deck in the mean time. I want to stay out of this, but I can offer you some pointers because I want to see you succeed. Just be glad they haven't made you crawl on the mat and bark like a fucking dog. Do you have any idea how humiliating that was and still is? It's referenced almost every time I do an interview. I was young and stupid and thought if I did -everything- they told me I'd get a push. Well, I ended up having to push myself. Don't rely on anyone but yourself, John. They are not here to do you any favors. They're here to make money, so give them something to make money off of. They'll push you like crazy if you can do that." She finished, having grabbed his arm somewhere in there to make sure he listened. She looked down at her hand on his arm and slowly pulled back, feeling a little color coming to her cheeks. "Alright, enough with the heavy. Go get ready for dinner. I'll be waiting." She quickly closed, turning away and starting for the locker room.

Posted by: starlight. Aug 16 2013, 09:42 PM
" Well aren't you just the gentleman." Elisha took a seat and looked around the beautifully lit restaurant. It was romantic, and set the mood perfectly. " Trying to catch her is the hard thing. She's so busy, I just keep missing her." Elisha explained to John. Trish was more than a competitor, she was more than the woman gunning for her title. She was a mentor and a friend, and possibly one of Elisha's only friends in the locker room. She wasn't an idiot, it was obvious what people were saying about her, what they thought about her. The blonde tried her hardest not to let it get to her, not to let the talk get her down but sometimes words slipped through and hurt. Sure, she was a second generation star, and sue her for falling in love with The Champ, but she had talent. She'd worked her ass off to get to where she was, just as hard as everyone else, it was just unfortunate that people couldn't see that. No doubt, Heyman was going to use it against her, because lets face it, it wasn't just John he was going to use. He was going to use everyone close to John to get in his head. Too bad that 'Lisha could play that game too. People hadn't seen that side of her, but she could play dirty too.

The waiter poured their water and she took a sip, her eyes scanning over the menu. So many of her favourite things and she just didn't know what to pick. " This is really nice." She said softly, " Very fancy, are you sure you bought the right girl here?" She teased. The waiter placed a soda water on the table for her, and her eyes scanned the menu, before she glanced over at him. " These are all my favourite things, and I can't choose one." It was one hard decision to make. Almost like a test, would she really pick the right option? Hell, she had cheat days banking up, one meal wasn't going to kill her.

*

" Dinner, sure." He grinned. " I wont keep you waiting long!" He told her disappearing down the hall. Maybe Trish was right, he had to make things happen for himself now. They were just making money off him. But he was still pissed, it wasn't like people worked as hard as him and they got to the top quicker. It was just proving it was better to know everyone, than be good at what you did. He moved into the locker room to get change, listening to all the boys throw around banter about people. Mostly the divas. After all, could they even wrestle? There was a few good ones, like Trish, but really, could the others wrestle? They just pranced around in next to nothing these days and pretended that they worked hard. The Diva's division was just to keep Vince excited.

He let out a few laughs as he pulled the shirt over his head and fixed his jeans up. " See you boys later." He called, grabbing his bag and moving out to find Trish once more. She was probably the only one he respected. She could wrestle, and take it to the boys.

Posted by: yunalesca Nov 11 2013, 10:09 PM
John couldn’t help but smirk slightly behind his menu as he tried to decide on what sides to get with the portabella chicken he’d set his sights on. “Yeah, she’s been pretty busy with her tongue in John’s mouth.” He laughed, feeling only slightly bad about the comment after the fact. He said it all in good fun, but was hoping he wasn’t going to have to watch her fall into pieces over the Money in the Bank champion. He remembered what she’d looked like when Chris had shattered her, and all of that had been on television. He couldn’t imagine what she looked like behind the scenes when she was alone in her home or hotel room. She’d been through a lot of shit over the years and he felt she was smart enough not to fall into a trap like that again. He wasn’t sure what John’s motives were, if there were any, but he had his eye on him for several reasons.

His eyes came up with a slight glint in them as she spoke once more. “I don’t know, I was going to take that Michelle girl, but she kind of stood me up.” He joked to her as the waitress was coming back. One thing he liked about Elisha was that he could joke with her without offending her. He knew what to stay away from, but everything else was fair game. She rolled with the punches when most girls wouldn’t. “Why don’t you try the tri-tip? That wouldn’t stick too hard on you.” He offered before looking to the waitress who waited patiently for their orders. “Portabella chicken with the carrots and broccoli please.” He ordered and handed the menu back before looking to his girlfriend to see her still struggling. A small smile cracked over his lips as his foot came to run up her leg in further distraction. “Should we wait for, princess?” He asked teasingly as he watched her expressions shift.


*

Trish took her time heading back to the locker room for her bag, hoping that Mickie wasn’t around for another run in. Part of her wanted to throw down with the diva again to show her just what she was made of, but the more wise part of her was reminded of how hurt she could get should she get jumped in the garage. Mickie’s head wasn’t on quite right and Trish had no doubts that the woman would nail her with a tire iron if she thought it’d put the Canadian down. Trish had undoubtedly crossed a line in using Mickie’s boyfriend to wiggle a match out of her, but the brunette knew it was the only way to get it and back into a contenders spot. Ultimately she wanted to square off against Elisha, fairly of course. She entered the locker room and saw it had already cleared out with the exception of one or two girls still in the shower area applying cosmetics for their night out. The brunette rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag before exiting without a word. She wasn’t in the mood to be questioned especially since people seemed to already know she’d kissed John.

The memory of their lips touching, tongues dancing with eachother, sent a blush to her cheeks. She didn’t know what he was to her, but she was glad she had kissed him. It was the one time she let herself be out of control and he had been a fine kisser. She licked her lips and swallowed, the memory fading away. She couldn’t be thinking of that when she went to dinner with him as this was clearly a ‘friend’ thing. Not that she was looking for more, either. He piqued her interest and she wouldn’t necessarily mind kissing him once more, but she had to focus and didn’t have time to be playing around with a relationship. Not to mention how royally she’d crashed and burned in the past with relationships stemming from business. With a sigh she chose not to wait in the hall due to the chance of being barraged by leers or questioning of her motives with John. Apparently a kiss didn’t just mean a kiss anymore.

She was loading her bag into the back of her rented Stratus when she heard the tell tale footfalls of someone approaching her. She closed the trunk and turned about, leaning back against the car and crossing her arms over her chest whilst smirking. “I thought you said you wouldn’t take long. Get mauled by some groupies on the way?” She teased before her arms uncrossed and she twirled the keys around her finger as she started to laugh softly at the joke. “What did you have in mind? Steak, pasta, sushi?” She questioned on his meal of choice for the night, suddenly wondering if he was going to insist on driving this time. She glanced over at the sports car she knew to be his and swallowed the lump in her throat. She’d heard some stories about his want to drive fast and honestly was mildly fearful of what he’d be like to ride with.

Posted by: starlight. Nov 20 2013, 06:46 PM
" Yeah, I don't blame her though, she usually has a better offer." Elisha retorted with a giggle. They could joke, they could laugh and there was nothing that really got her upset. But he also knew what buttons to avoid. He knew by now what buttons not to press. It was like she was another person. She kept her temper in check in the locker room enough. Eventually she was going to explode. The waitress came over and she was already struggling to decide what to eat, she didn't need the added distraction of her boyfriend. She let out a laugh, before attempting to compose herself. " I'll just have the same, thanks." Elisha told the waitress with a soft smile as she passed over her menu and the woman disappeared. " You are a troublemaker, you know that?" The Texan grinned, as her own leg moved softly up his.

" I have the busiest day tomorrow." She said with a sigh. " Meetings, photoshoots, and a signing all before the house show." She told him, knowing that his day would probably be busier. The jump in schedules since becoming champ was crazy. Honestly, she wasn't quite sure how she was keeping up. It perplexed her how John had been doing this for years. Their food arrived and was set down on their table, thanking the waitress as she left she began to dig in, remembering to keep her manners in check. " Did I tell you how I nearly KO'd myself working out today?" She questioned. " All you need to know is that it included a boxing bag and me not paying too much attention." At least she didn't take herself too seriously. Honestly, she was amazed she didn't hurt herself more often.

*

" Sorry, I had to do my hair." He laughed, as he approached Trish at the cars. They were friends, nothing more. He needed to focus on what was ahead of him, and he needed to focus on beating Cena. He was aiming high, and he knew that. But he really couldn't afford not to focus on what he wanted to achieve. Sure, they'd kissed, and he hadn't stopped thinking about it, but they needed to just be friends. She wanted to regain her title, and he wanted to be The Champ. He needed not to be distracted by the gorgeous brunette infront of him. " You want to follow?" He asked her as he glanced between the two cars. After all, he wanted to drive the sports car he'd been given as a rental. But he knew what people had heard about his driving.

He already knew where they were going. It was a quiet restaurant off the main road that meant they woudln't be bothered. It meant that people wouldn't be able to jump to conclusions over two friends having dinner. " Just follow. I'll see you there." He grinned, as he shut the trunk of his car. He jumped into the car and revved the engine with a grin before taking off out of the parking lot. He'd heard this place had awesome Portobello Chicken which he was pretty excited to try.

Posted by: yunalesca Jan 14 2014, 09:23 PM
John smirked slightly as Elisha opted to just order the same as he did, it apparently easier for her to decide about over counting the calories that would come with something else. “Can’t make up her own mind so she copies me.” He said with a sigh and shake of his head, though he was joking with her about it. She would learn on her own without his help about what to eat and what not to eat. When you got to the top and wanted to stay there you learned pretty quick. John had been working on his regimen for many years before making it all the way, though he’d had to tweak it when he got the belt around his waist. He had been buff before, but he was expected to be able to lift men the size of the Big Show and so he had to work a little more on his strength. His thoughts dispersed as her leg was moving up his in temptation, making his eyes narrow slightly in a cross between amusement and intoxication. She was dirty, though he had started this little game with her.

“Welcome to the big time. You’ll figure out your balance after a while. And you’ll appreciate that down time all the more.” He said before taking a drink of his water. Their conversation was quiet and light up until their food arrived, John content enough with minimal conversation. With most women it would become awkward if he were quiet for too long, but sometimes silence was needed considering their life revolved around screaming fans and insanity. When his food was set in front of him he thanked the waitress and cut through the middle of the chicken first to ensure it was done before he was slicing it into smaller bites and pairing it with the vegetables. He was chewing his first bite when she spoke up and he nearly choked on his food from laughing. He quickly swallowed his food and washed it down with water before looking to Elisha, laughing once more. “You need to be put in a giant bubble. I have no problem working out with you, you should have a spotter anyway.” He offered her, though he was aware that maybe that could be too much time together.

“Or if you can tear Trish from John, you two could catch up while lifting together.” He offered after a moment and digging into his food again. He was worried he was monopolizing her and keeping her from friends with all the time they had been spending together. He wasn’t opposed to the time they spent, but knew over time it could cause strain. “I’ve got a Make A Wish visit coming up next week. I’d like you to come. I know you’re busy and Vince hasn’t necessarily approved it, but I think the both of us would make a kid pretty happy.” He asked of her after having thought about it for some time. He was going against the rules a bit in doing it, but he was about bringing light into someones day and not concerned with the particulars.

**

She smirked at his response, finding it rather plausible considering how prized his hair actually was. She remembered her fingers mingling between the silky strands and had almost felt jealous of the texture. He knew how to take care of it that was for sure. But he also didn’t have to go through and have it curled, primped, and sprayed every day like the rest of them. She was hoping in returning back to her natural color she would have the time to repair the years of damage. You could buy all the product you wanted, but it was still difficult protecting the hair from the heat that was being constantly applied. She pushed herself off her car and clapped her fingers around the twirling key ring as he offered to have her follow. He must have heard the rumors or he had read her mind. Still, she didn’t want to upset him.

Apparently she didn’t respond fast enough as he told her to follow him instead, having already picked out the restaurant. “I’ll try and keep up. Hope you picked right tonight.” She called to him as he turned away and started for his car. She watched him for a moment before sliding into her own drivers seat and starting her engine, it purring quietly in comparison to John’s engine rev. She shook her head slightly and smirked as he tore off and her car pulled easily out after him, waved on by the police stopping traffic for their exit and keeping fans at bay. She offered a quick wave to those waiting about before she was pushing her car to keep up with him. He stayed close to the speed limit, but he took off quickly after lights turned and she almost had to fight to stay on his tail.

When they finally pulled into a modest restaurant parking lot she had caught up with him again and found a spot beside his sports car. She got out of her car and stayed by the drivers side for a moment, looking over at him as he got out of his vehicle. “I see the rumors are true. Almost glad I followed you. Getting a little old to be living in the fast line.” She called to him with a smirk before closing her door, clutch in hand as she moved around to the front of her car and waited for him. “Now let’s see if you can choose a restaurant just as well as you choose cars.” She said with a slight, friendly, shove to his shoulder.

Posted by: starlight. Jan 18 2014, 07:26 PM
Elisha laughed somewhat, sipping from her water. “ I did have a spotter!” Which honestly made it all the more hilarious. “ I had a training session with Finlay, and I just……one minute I was standing, the next minute I’d lost a fight with a punching bag.”She ate another piece of chicken and looked over at him, it’d be nice to train with him every so often but she didn’t want to be clingy. The last thing she wanted was for him to get sick of her company. They’d been spending a lot of time together lately and she knew that would change soon. Soon enough their schedules would clash and get a little crazy. For now it was nice, they managed to be able to spend every evening together. It was a luxury to be able to fall asleep in a loved ones arms, Elisha was quickly learning. It was something that had been given to her and could be taken away just as quickly. He began to mention Make-A-Wish and her smile grew a little wider. “ You know I’d love to.” The work he did with Make-A-Wish was beyond amazing, and she’d be happy to help in any way possible. She’d seen the way he came back beaming from the visits he’d made, those kids meant a lot to him, it wasn’t just a job making wishes come true - it was much more than that.

“ Well, I doubt I’ll be tearing Trish away from John anytime soon.” She said nodding over to the pair that walked into the restaurant and were being seated. She really didn’t want to be jumping to conclusions. Trish was her friend, and Elisha wholeheartedly believed that Trish was just friends with him. Realistically it wasn’t any of either her or John’s business what they were, but after what had happened with Chavo and even before that with Jericho, it was hard to know what Trish was doing. Sipping from the glass of water, she averted her gaze back to the chicken on her plate. “ So after RAW next week, our schedules don’t match up for a while.” She explained to him. “ Looks like you’ll be sleeping alone for a few nights.” She teased “ And I can have the whole blanket without having to wrestle it from a blanket-stealer.” Elisha grinned. Of course, there was nothing better than being curled up next to John in his big protective arms, but god damn he was a blanket hog!

Elisha finished most of her meal and sat back, glancing over at him. Sometimes she wondered how she’d been lucky enough to fall in love with a guy like John. He made her laugh, smile and feel on top of the world. Even when she was the lowest of lows, he was there to make it better. “ I hear there’s some pretty good movies on the TV tonight, if you’re interested in not just falling asleep halfway through.” The blonde winked. There was nothing quite like a movie night, although she much rather the popcorn than nothing at all. The waitress came and cleared their plates, and she offered him a soft smile. “ Should we go?” She asked curiously, “ Or do you want dessert?”



*


He liked fast cars, he loved the roar of an engine. He was never unsafe, and he never went beyond the speed limit. His career was too important to him to take a risk like that. He’d caused enough ruckus with Melina to know he was already skating on thin ice. He was trying his best to change the perception people had of him, but it wasn’t easy. He’d already heard the talk around the locker room about he and Trish. He’d heard what others were saying, none of it was true. They were just friends. Sure they had kissed a couple of times, but he wasn’t about to take it further. Not after everything she’d been through with Chavo. He wasn’t using her to get ahead, hell, he wasn’t even using her as a valet. They were just friends. He’d given her some tips on how to utilise her surroundings better, and he had taken some of her advice on his to get people on his side. That was all.

“ I hear this place has the best chicken going around.” He grinned, as they walked into the restaurant. It wasn’t small, and there were still a few people eating. “ Looks like I’m not the only one who heard that, either.” He said nodding to the table of two up the back. The Golden Couple as everyone had been calling them, they couldn’t put a foot wrong at the moment. They’d even managed to turn Vince on their side. So it would seem. He knew they were Trish’s close friends so he wouldn’t say anything. But he wasn’t going to lie, he’d joined in with the locker room talk once or twice. Following the waitress to their table by the window, he took a seat and picked up the menu. “ So, I already know what I’m having.” He grinned, although he continued to flick through the menu, just in case there was something else that took his fancy.

Posted by: yunalesca Jan 30 2014, 09:23 PM
John's eyes rose from Elisha to the door when she motioned that Trish had entered almost on cue. He managed to keep expression from his face as he paused and watched her make eye contact with him before she moved to sit with Morrison on the other side of the restaurant. "I suppose you're right." He said with a neutral voice though in his head he was a little concerned. He didn't think Trish would give Morrison any dirty little secrets on him the same as he didn't think his competitor would ask it of her, but she wouldn't be the first to do such a thing. She's more honorable then that he thought before he brought his attention back to Elisha.

He laughed a little as he stabbed into a piece of chicken, dropping his eyes from her to the plate. "I guess I'll have to find a body pillow to cuddle. Though it'll be nice not sharing blankets. " He said, raising his eyes to her with a little smirk before eating the chicken. He was almost done and noticed that she had beat him, her plate wiped clean as she sat back. "That Texan appetite is something I'll never get used to." He stated to her with a smile before finishing off his own meal just before the waitress came back to clear their plates. His brows perked slightly as Elisha asked if he wanted dessert. "You're the one with the unbreakable sweet tooth, missy. If you want something go ahead and order it." He offered with a little smirk. He didn't need to tell her she would have to cut something out later in the week if she did. He waited for her to make her decision with a grin on his face the whole time. He wasn't about to assist her with deciding. She was a grown woman and could do it on her own.

--

She flicked a brow up at him as he informed her that the chicken was the best in the area, but before she could say anything he was catching her attention with a nod toward the back corner. She paused and looked over to see John and Elisha eating. She swallowed a slight lump forming in her throat as she watched the Champ's eyes rise up to hers. She couldn't see what reflected in his eyes and was almost glad for it. Shit she thought before continuing to follow the waitress to a table on the opposite side of the restaurant. When she was seated she offered a quiet 'thank you' before taking hold of a menu and half hiding behind it as John spoke in an unbothered manner. She didn't know why, but seeing Elisha and Cena eating knowing they had seen her with the competition made her uneasy.

You're being crazy she thought as she re-scanned the menu after realizing she hadn't really been reading it a moment before. "Not sure if I should trust your opinion, would hate to get salmonella poisoning." She joked, though her voice wasn't quite so light in that manner. She couldn't shake the uneasy feeling from seeing John look at her when they had come in. She knew she should relax and that it was nothing, but this hanging out with Morrison would only fuel the rumors. She hadn't cared one whit when they had kissed, or even after, but now...Relax she breathed in her head before sighing slightly to let it go. Their waitress returned with waters before asking for drink orders. "The house red, please." She requested, turning to alcohol to ease her racing nerves.

She had to look over the menu a third time as her mind had wandered again before she made a decision. "I guess I never thanked you for earlier. I didn't know she was going to jump me from behind like that. Sorry I yelled at you there for a second. Adrenaline and all..." She started to apologize, but she had never been very good at that sort of thing. She wasn't so full of herself to believe she was perfect and never wrong, but most in the business understood adrenaline rushes and didn't ask for apologies. With John, however, she was still getting to know him and felt it was necessary.

Posted by: starlight. Feb 2 2014, 06:51 AM
There was no need to ask how John felt about seeing one of his closest friends with his direct competition. " A body pillow has nothing on me." She winked, trying to keep attention on the disappearing chicken. Laughing somewhat, she looked over at him. Apparantly she ate faster than her boyfriend. " Oh you'll get used to it. You'll learn to eat faster too, or your food will get stolen off your plate." She teased. The mood had certainly shifted slightly since the others had walked in. Of course Elisha was concerned for Trish, direct competition or not, she was still a close friend who meant a lot to her and her boyfriend. It was difficult in the business they were in to form close relationships with your competition, but the three of them were all lucky to have each other.

The waitress cleared the plates and asked the hardest question of her evening. Did she want dessert? The grin on John's face told her how much he was enjoying the inner dilemma in her brain. She loved dessert and sweets, but it meant cutting out something later in the week and an extra workout. Exhaling deeply she closed the menu and offered the waitress a smile. " I'll be okay thank you." Elisha told the woman with a sweet smile. The waitress walked away and she grinned somewhat. " You're all the dessert I need." The blonde winked, " Lets go back to the hotel and relax." Her hand slipped into his and offered it a light squeeze before she leaned over slightly and pressed her lips against his gently.

She stood up and took care of the cheque, because they were equal in their relationship and it was about time that she paid for one of their dinners. The last thing she wanted was for John to think that he had to pay for everything, or that she was just with him for the money. That was the last reason, hell it wasn't even a reason to be with him. Slipping her hand into his, she made her way towards the door waving slightly to Trish and Morrison, offering them both a sweet smile. It's not like she wanted to disturb their evening or ruin their dinner.

Pushing open the heavy glass door to the outside, she turned around grinning widely at John, walking backward to look at him. " Well, look at you Champ." She smiled, pulling him into a hug as they still walked. " I love you." Elisha told him as her back hit their car and she let out a small chuckle. People could say whatever they wanted about them, they could jump to inaccurate conclusions all they wanted, but Elisha knew the truth. She was in love, and nothing was going to change that. He supported her more than anyone could ever understand.

*

John couldn't help but notice the shift in the way Trish was acting upon noticing the other couple. Nothing needed to be said, but he could tell. He could tell that Trish felt slightly uncomfortable being seen with him. They knew that they were just friends. They were just two people who worked together who happened to get along. Yes, they kissed and there was no denying he was attracted to her, but he wasn't getting close to her just to get some. He could teach her a lot about the business, and she seemed willing to help him. Trish knew how to navigate this business better than anyone else.

" Hey, no need to apologise. I get it." He said with a laugh. " Things get a little heated sometimes, we all do it." Morrison explained, glancing over to see the golden couple walk by he offered them a small wave. He couldn't help but watch them leave. He had his doubts about their relationships. No relationship was as perfect as theirs. No one saw them argue, no one saw them crack. He couldn't help but wonder.

" You think I have a chance against him?" Morrison asked Trish. He wanted the truth, she was the closest person apart from the Champ's girlfriend to him. He'd like to hope that he could at least have a shot against Cena. " I mean, I know I have some work to do, but I mean.....you think I can do it?"

Posted by: yunalesca Mar 25 2014, 06:12 AM
She was a smooth fox in her grab of the dinner tab on the table, laying the money out before his hand could grab hold of the leather folder and slip a card in for payment. Maybe he wasn't slow, but just a little stunned at her turning down then dessert menu which was entirely different from what he had expected. He knew his lady loved the sweets and hoped his teasing hadn't been the cause for her choosing not to indulge in them. He chose not to pursue the matter as it seemed a closed subject so he rose with her and closed his fingers around hers when she took his hand. His eyes only briefly rested on John and Trish when they passed by, offering a silent nod of acknowledgement before they exited the restaurant.

He had to smile at her playful and loving demeanor as she walked backwards in almost a sashay until her back hit the grill of the truck and she was murmuring her love to him. His lips found her ear and he kissed her skin gently before returning the sentiment. "Are you sure you didn't eat shellfish? I hear that's an aphrodisiac." He said jokingly before he separated from her and opened her door for her. "In you go, princess. Would hate to deprive you of beauty sleep." He prodded lightly before laughing at her then moving around to the drivers side. After starting the car he automatically reached for her hand, it all habit at this point and he didn't think that was a bad thing.

"The girls say anything about your nnecklace?" He inquired lightly as though he were joking but he was a little curious as to what may have been said about it. He knew he had done well in choosing it but he also wondered if she had expected more. He could see himself marrying her, even after just a year, but he didn't think now was the right time to be getting on bended knee. She had just gained a title and both of them had competitors coming left and right, not to mention he always worried about messing up a good thing. He felt Elisha was content with what was going on now, but the pressure from his family from their visit to Mass weighed on him a little bit. How did anyone ever know when the time was right? Especially in this business.

*
She couldn't help the amount of relief she felt as her eyes rose and she watched her friends leave. It was impossible for John to have not noticed the apprehension in her demeanor and she wished she could explain or apologize for it, but she didn't know why she felt the way she did. None of this felt wrong, but from a business stand point it was. She was hanging around with her friends competition and that was frowned upon. She would hope that John and Elisha didn't see it that way, but human nature would hardly allow it otherwise. She dropped her gaze and felt herself sigh softly in an attempt to forget it all for now. They were gone and if they really had a problem with it they should talk to her about it. She had always been told to live in the now and it was clear she wasn't doing that currently. She was in good company and would hate to spoil dinner over what could be tomorrows problems, or even possibly things that she shouldn't be so concerned with.

She was brought rather abruptly from her mind as John's voice filtered across the air with a question that left her speechless for a moment. Her eyes rose to his and she did something rather uncharacteristic by reaching across the table and taking one of his hands in hers to provide extra reassurance to what she was about to say. "If you didn't have it in you you never would have won the briefcase. I was asking myself the same questions before I went into that battle royal at Survivor Series and no matter what anyone else said it all came down to one thing. It's not whether I think you can do it, it's if you think that -you- can. You have to think of how bad you want it, of how many people sold you short every step of the way, of how the company was waiting to see if you can really prove that you're ready. Ask yourself the first question and let the others motivate you." She said rather poetically before she pulled her hand away and took a sip of her water to help her suddenly parched throat.

"You're the only one that can make the decision of whether or not it's going to happen, but since you're asking me to be brutally honest?" She gave a long pause and watched her ice swirl in the glass from her straw stirring. She finally looked back up at him when she noticed the waitress rounding the corner with their drinks. "Yes, you're capable. You've changed. You're turning heads whether you know it or not and you finally have the focus to achieve what you came here to achieve. You have the opportunity to prove everyone wrong and I'd hate for you to pass it up due to lack of confidence." She ended as the waitress was setting their drinks down. She thanked her without breaking eye contact with John before reaching for her glass and taking a quick drag on the alcohol to somehow ease her racing nerves.

Posted by: starlight. Apr 16 2014, 08:56 AM
Relaxing back into the passenger seat, the comfort of John's hand around hers she gave a small grin. " They all thought it was beautiful." She'd only shown a few of the fellow Divas the sparkly present that John had given her. Too many of them would have snickered and voiced their surprise that it wasn't a ring. Sure, her and John had been together for just over twelve months, but there was no rush for things. Of course, if he asked the question she'd say yes without a moments thought. But he hadn't asked her, both of them were focused on their careers and she'd never want him to change that just to marry her. It would happen when the time was right, she wasn't going to think about it, or push the subject. " And of course they were jealous." Elisha added with a grin, getting comfortable in the car seat. It was comforting to have his hand over hers, a constant reminder that he was always there for her.

As the car pulled up in the parking lot of the hotel, she got herself out the car and moved to the trunk to grab her bag. Slinging the bag over her shoulder she smirked, looking back at John as she waited for the lift. " Oh and don't worry, I have much better ideas for dessert." She teased, winking as she stepped into the lift and waited for him. Although she did have a relatively early start for the morning, but it would be the last time she saw John for a couple of days.

The lift doors closed and the music started to play, Elisha felt her head rest against John's shoulder. Their lives never stopped. The quiet intimate moments didn't come around very often. So she liked to savour them. " I love you." She told him softly, the doors finally opened and she stepped out into the corridor towards their room, suitcase wheeling behind her. Within moment she had stepped into their room and was kicking off the high stilettos on her feet. Sure, it was nice dressing up, but there was something nice about getting all the make up off, tight dress off and hair in a messy do. Within moments her bandage dress was on the floor and a baggy, white singlet donned her body. Finally after mere minutes her make up was off and her blonde hair in a messy top knot, flopping back on the bed she grinned over at her man. " Hey there, Champ."


*


John sipped from his water as he looked over at Trish as she began to speak. It was hard to believe that he was impressing the right people these days. He'd spent a lot of his career inadvertently pissing off the bosses. It hadn't gotten him very far at all. But now here he was, almost at the top with a chance at the title. A chance at a match with John Cena was a big enough privilege, but a chance to be champion didn't happen to guys like him very often. Trish's words filled his mind and he nodded. " It's nice to hear it from other people." He explained. " I mean, some days I think that you know, I can beat him. But it takes one bad thought and I'm down about the whole thing." He sipped from the water once more and sat back, running a hand through his hair.

" The locker room is tough too. I mean, you've got the guys I started with who are giving me pats on the backs and giving me all the encouragement in the world. But then, you know there's the rookies and some of the legends that just....they look at me, they look at the size of me and they think I'm going to get pummelled by him." It wasn't often that he bared his feelings to someone. But Trish was different, she was his friend and confidant. It wasn't like she'd go spilling his secrets to anyone. Sure, she was close with his opponent but she wasn't the kind of person to backstab.

" Anyway." He laughed, looking at the food that landed on the table. " This chicken really does look delicious." He said beginning to dig in once Trish had her meal. He was a gentleman after all. " Thanks for coming to dinner with me, it's nice to have some company."

Posted by: yunalesca Apr 28 2014, 01:21 PM
“Oh do you?” He smirked back at her as she tossed her head over her shoulder to look at him while they waited for the elevator. She was being a sassy tart again and he wouldn’t change her for anything.And admittedly he couldn’t remember the last time his sex life had been so great. He didn’t divulge that to anyone, but he was sure Elisha felt the same way. Even after a year of being together he wasn’t tired of her. People probably scoffed at how long they had waited before taking it to bed, but he had wanted to be sure and to be honest, he was careful about pissing off her father. They had been opponents and the last thing he needed to hear during that was John had taken his little girl to bed with him. Cena wasn’t a father, but he could imagine how that could make someone’s blood boil. He might not have retained the title if he had taken further steps with the Showstoppers daughter before the big match up. His thoughts scattered when the elevator opened and they both stepped in, though the age old Aerosmith song began playing in his head and he almost had to laugh out loud at the train of thought his mind was going with.

He instinctively wrapped his arm around her tiny waist as her head came to rest on his shoulder, their weight pushing back into the elevator wall and he sighed with content. If this made them an old couple he could roll with it. He had spent time in his youth running around with crazy women and didn’t need it anymore. He wasn’t about to admit he was ready to settle down, because honestly that terrified him a little bit, but he was pretty happy with this ease between them. “Love you too, Angel.” He said, doting her with another pet name before turning to kiss her hair as the doors opened. He reluctantly separated from her and stepped off toward their room with his bag rolling behind him. It was certainly going to be different sleeping in a bed alone again for a while, but they knew the consequences of living this life.

He let Elisha take over the bathroom to get her camera ready face off and return to the girl he was more in love with every moment. He appreciated a girl without make up and knew his lady was a no nonsense downhome kind of girl that liked clean skin over the plaster they molded to each of them on a daily basis. While she was changing he slid from his own clothing and climbed into bed with just his boxers, forgoing sleep pants for the night. When she emerged in her chemise and sloppy hairdo he grinned at her. “Make it hard for a man to imagine sleeping when you’re dressed so provocatively,” he joked, hand coming up and sliding a strap from her shoulder. He leaned toward her and pressed his lips to hers, muttering an ‘oops’ as he did so and laughing slightly. He had no problem with her climbing over him in that moment and indulging in a little ‘dessert’, but he wasn’t about to press her for it. Even though they had already slept together, many times, he was ever the gentleman.


*

Trish was reserved with her thoughts while John spoke, letting him get it all out without interruption as she felt it would be rude to do that. She understood exactly where he was coming from and she wasn’t sure if he realized that or not. When she had gone into the battle royal those years ago she had been the biggest underdog of them all. People expected Lita, Ivory, Jazz even to dominate and ultimately win the title. People had scoffed when she had come out the winner and it had ate at her until she remembered she was given the gold for a reason and she had to prove she deserved the opportunity. She gave the waitress a thanking smile as her food was set down before her and she smirked a little as John changed the subject to that of the food before them. She allowed herself a bite and a drink of water before looking back to him. “Not to get back on the topic you just changed from, but I have to say that size isn’t everything,” she stopped after she said it and burst into laughter. Her face turned a shade of pink as she shook her head behind her head in mirth and embarrassment at the same time. “What I’m trying to say is forget about the looks they’re giving you. People didn’t think much of Ricky Steamboat either and there’s an argument that he is more legendary than Hogan or Savage.” She explained and thought back on every other ‘little guy’ who had come out on top in some fashion.

“If you need a better excuse, look at Rey. He’s smaller than you and he’s still got it. It’s going to be all about how you view yourself and how you project your confidence. People get behind that. To quote Michael Jackson, you have to start with the man in the mirror.” She ended with a slight smile before returning to her food and letting the flavors be defined this time. After a while she had to look back to John and smile slightly. “And you were right, the chicken is great. I should be thanking you for bringing me here, I never would’ve thought about this place.” She said finally in return to his earlier comment. It was a little surprising to feel the easiness between them, something she hadn’t thought would ever happen. At one time they had been enemies and she had never thought that they could connect over anything, though to be honest they hadn’t really connected outside of their work. She knew the wrestler John, but she couldn’t say she knew the –person- and vice versa for him. The bigger question was whether she thought it a good idea to let herself get to know that person. It had been made pretty clear that he wasn’t sure about what had occurred between them the night before and it could be concerning it might happen again if they grew closer. Let it go she thought and returned to her wine to help her mind slip back into that calm again. He wasn’t looking for anything and neither was she, there was no reason to panic over nothing.

“So, you have a few days off after this?” She questioned while trying to find something else to talk about. She was trying to be careful in steering clear of topics neither of them would really want to discuss, like Chavo and Melina or what people were saying about them. Trish didn’t particularly care that there were whispers of her sleeping with John because it hadn’t happened and people had been saying things like that about her since she had first come into the Fed. It was nothing new and usually amounted to jealousy over her career or having the opportunity to interact with the people they were muttering about her sleeping with. It had gotten to her in the early years of her job, but after being around for so long she learned not to care and realized she didn’t have to go around defending herself. People ate it up and were going to keep coming at her with the knives. She knew what was really going on and so did her true friends…Although that last part had been lax as of late. She hadn’t talked very much about John to any of her friends as she didn’t feel the need to.

Posted by: starlight. May 12 2014, 09:28 AM
He always knew how to make her smile, more so - he knew how to make her laugh. " Oh, you're calling that an accident?" She giggled against his lips as she scrambled over him, one leg on either side of him. Sure, it had taken a while for them to get into the bedroom but she wouldn't regret it for the world. Plus she understood. Things hadn't exactly been easy when they had first gotten together. John's rivalry with her father had been in full swing and they didn't need to add any fuel to the fire. But since things had eased between her father and John, and they were on the good side of the bosses there wasn't really much to hold them back. And honestly, there really hadn't been for some months now. Elisha wasn't even sure that she had, had such a healthy sex life.

Of course, knowing that she was going to be away from him for a few days cemented the thoughts in her mind. It's not like they were wearing many clothes anyway. She loved the fact that he loved her for her, that she didn't have to have a whole facade up around him. Bare-faced, and in the comfiest clothes a girl could own - her make do pyjamas. It was the kind of relationship she had always wanted. Her last name didn't matter, her make up, hair, clothes or boobs. What mattered was her. She pulled her lips away from his as she let her kiss linger on him, a girlish giggle escaping her lips. He knew how to get her heart rate going that was for sure. It was most definitely dessert time.

And what a dessert it was. Maybe it was the knowledge that they'd be away from each other for a few days, hell maybe there was some added hormones in the chicken but she was fairly certain that they hadn't had a romp in the sack like that since their first night together. Their bodies writhed, breaths heavy, and by god she was spent. She buried her head in the nook of his neck, as everything rushed out of her. A noise of pleasure was muffled - probably thankfully with the neighbours so close by. Head rested on his chest, Elisha attempted to regain some kind of composure. There really were no words to describe what had just happened.

*

It was nice to have someone believe in him. He struggled to know who his friends were in this place. He'd lost a lot of them over the course of his career. Sure he had gained some great ones, but you always remembered the ones you thought you could trust. He hoped that Trish didn't turn out to be one of them. From the feeling he was getting though, she was in it for the long haul. He doubted she'd waste her time. It's not like they had a lot of it in this business.They were rare, and he didn't even have a full schedule. Guys like Cena had it pretty rough, didn't know how the guy coped. But then, if he was going to win the title, he needed to expect the same kind of treatment.

" Me? Yeah, a couple of days." He said with a nod of his head, " I thought about going home for a couple of days, but I mean there's not really much point. May as well just stay on the road and relax for a little while." Without any meetings or appointment he didn't have to stress too much. He could stay in the gym for a couple of extra hours, and he could train while no one else was around. Sometimes the practice rings got busy when everyone had the same block of time free. " What about you? Got some time to go home to Canada for a few days? Or will you be busy getting ready for your match?" Of course, that's what he'd be doing. Even if it was in his free time.

He took a couple of bites of chicken and smirked, it was an excellent choice. " To be honest, I'd heard a couple of the guys talking about how it had great chicken." He said truthfully, " Apparantly Cena heard the same thing." He joked, regarding the awkward moment they had experienced earlier. " Great minds think alike." He said with a wink, chuckling to himself. Could they have bumped into anyone else, really?

Posted by: yunalesca Jun 26 2014, 09:30 PM
He would argue later that he didn't expect what came from hher, but the moment her lips came back on his he knew what was coming. Or rather, he had an idea that they were about to embark on a lengthy exploration of each others bodies, but he hadn't foreseen how heavy it would get or how it took all of his control to keep from yelling out when they simultaneously reached their end. It had taken great care not to dig his fingers into her sides, to not leave marks on her at the end. His muscles had contracted tightly to keep from releasing vocally or physically. Yes they were wrestlers and had bruises all the time, but even during intercourse he vowed not to leave marks on her. It wasn't about her father seeing it, but his own morals. He wouldn't leave a mark on a woman he loved, even if she might fin it endearing.

When it was over and she had buried her head in the crook of his shoulder, her glistening body limp over him, he lazily wrapped an arm around her back as the other splayed out over the bed while he panted slightly. "Christ," he breathed as he worked to open his eyes. The sensations and sounds played over in his mind and he didn't want to forget a single one. All he heard now was the sound of each of them catching their breath in the long moments of speechlessness. Finally he willed his eyes open and found the strength to brush her hair from her face. "You are the most phenomenal woman I've ever met, Elisha." He murmured as his fingertips hooked under her chin and made her look up at him. A small smile played over his lips before he gently kissed her, then but ke away.

"And its because of that I'm willing you to put some clothes on, man can't sleep with your naked body next to him." He reasoned with a smile before he was forcing her to rise by shifting under her. He slid from the bed, and her, to the bathroom to splash cool water on his face and put on some new boxers to sleep in. As he did this he found himself looking in the mirror and feeling he was the luckiest person in the world. When he emerged he saw the sheet drawn over her and slowly crawled into bed beside her. "Going to be a lonely few days, but I think that might get me through." He joked slightly as he was pulling her unto him, both of them cooled off now and able to withstand the warmth of skin on skin.

--

She nodded as she wiped her mouth in ladylike fashion before laying the cloth napkin back over her plate in a signal that she was finished. "I have a day off, not enough to really go home. I'm still working on my house and wouldn't get much done in the 16 hours I'd have there. I'll probably just stay on the road, too. Keep an eye on my competition..." She said as an afterthought as the waitress returned and took away her plate, refilling the waters in the process. She quietly thanked her before looking back to Morrison, allowing herself to see more than just what was on there outside with him. He had the heart and a head on his shoulders to match, finally. She could see him doing phenomenally, but that would all depend on him. He was ready, but she wondered if he would get in his own way along the line and ultimately bring his career down. It had happened to the best of wrestlers and happened more than most would like to admit.

"This is going to sound crazy to you, and maybe a little forward so I apologize in advance, but have you thought about adding some Bikram into your workout regime?" She questioned, before quickly adding 'yoga' after reading his expression. "Might help clear that racing mind and loosen up your muscles. You'll move faster..." She slowly trailed off after remembering how a lot of guys didn't like to be given pointers, much less from a diva.

"I could give you some moves to try, but that's your call. Its not for everyone," she said, actually stumbling a little over her words. What was wrong with her? She was usually very well composed and confident, now she could barely string a sentence together without feeling like it would have some sort of consequences.

Posted by: starlight. Jun 26 2014, 11:03 PM
Maybe now she would be able to survive without him for a couple of days. Settled in her safe spot, she listened to him speak kind words that made her heart flutter. " Oh please." She giggled, leaning up to kiss him. A soft giggle escaped her lips as he moved off into the bathroom. She rolled off the bed and found something to just slip on. She'd pulled her hair back up into a messy top knot, and found her place back on the bed when he came back. " I'm glad I can be of assistance." She teased getting comfortable against him and curling up. " I love you." She said quietly, leaning up to kiss him softly. There was nothing better than falling asleep next to her man.

Morning came around quickly and Elisha awoke to the sound of her alarm. She had a flight to catch. Groaning she practically threw the device across the room before starting to wake herself up. It was going to be three days of hell, that was for sure. An empty bed to come back to, no one to talk through things with. A phone call or Skype call just wasn't the same. Elisha slipped out of John's grip and moved off to the bathroom, showering and getting herself ready. She pulled on some black ripped shorts and a denim shirt, before moving out to pack everything up. " Now don't you go stirring up trouble while I'm gone." She teased, tossing his clothing from the previous night at him on the bed.

*

" Bikram you say?" He said thinking. " That's like the hot yoga right?" He questioned for a moment thinking. " I've done normal yoga, but you know - the trainers gave me a new program. I'd love to try it." When the waitress came back over with the bill he paid for it with a smile. " You can get the next one." He said with a chuckle, getting out of his chair. " If you know of any places that do it in the next city, I'd love to be able to try it." He was happy to try anything. Anything that managed to help him. He was getting to the top and he wanted to stay there.

" Thanks for the great night." He said with a smile, leaning in to kiss Trish's cheek. " I hope you enjoyed yourself." He was being a gentleman and he was going to go back to his hotel room and sleep. People could say what they wanted about him but he worked hard.

Posted by: yunalesca Jul 19 2014, 04:57 PM
The morning came far too quickly for John's liking as it was evidenced by his groaning when his girl slipped from the bed and proceeded to throw clothes at him. "You're one to speak of causing trouble, Missy." He mumbled ha!f into a pillow before daring to poke his head out and look at her. The sun had begun to glow through the curtains of the room and caught her face just right as she packed her clothes away into her bag. He couldn't help but smile before rolling to his belly and hugging the pillows. "Now who's going to beat the men from you while you're away? Maybe I should hire a bodyguard." He winked at her before rolling to his back and closing his eyes again. "Well, off you go. Wouldn't want to miss your flight." He said with a grind to the ceiling.

*
Trish tossed John a bit of a look as he took the bill and paid for her portion. She did like a man who did the chivalrous things once in a while, but it bothered her slightly to have him pay for her meal. It was due to a mixture of being fiercely independent and how she had initially made a name for herself in the business. She didn’t want to put the thought back in people’s heads that she was cheap and slept her way to the top. It wasn’t who she was by any means and she regretted everything she had put herself through even though it had benefited herself and Linda in the end. He doesn’t think of you like that the voice in her head assured so she let it drop. “Planning ahead already?” She said with a bit of a smirk, actually liking that he wanted to go out to dinner with her again. She hadn’t been spending much time with friends as of late so it was nice to get out and have dinner with someone besides herself. When they reached their vehicles she was frowning slightly on the inside still, realizing how much she had been neglecting her social life since losing her title and being used by Chavo. She had let it beat her down without actually noticing it. She had drawn into herself and closed off from everyone else; it was entirely unlike her to do so.



Her thought process dispersed the moment she felt John’s gentle peck on her cheek, her lungs taking in a quick and sharp breath before her skin colored from surprise. “I should be the one thanking you, shouldn’t I?” She said with a slightly nervous laugh. She was sure the kiss meant nothing, that he was trying to keep this as a ‘friends’ thing, but it still had her feeling different. “I did. See you on the road….” She finished rather lamely before ducking into her car to catch her breath. She was having a hard time forming a proper sentence at the moment and wanted to blame it on the wine, but she knew she was well under the legal limit. There was a reason to her stammerings and it was what her eyes followed as he roared his car from the parking lot and made for what she assumed was his hotel room. She took a breath and told herself to get a grip before starting the engine and heading for her own bed, alone; just like she preferred it these days.



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With her brief amount of time off she allowed herself little indulgences like sleeping in and hot oil massages to get the weeks of beatings out of her muscles. Though her mind was often on the path she would have to navigate to get back in the hunt for her title it also travelled to one person that didn’t seem to want to leave her mind. She knew it would be best for all parties if she kept her distance and forced herself to think of something else, but it wasn’t going to happen that way. That much had been made clear as she showered and washed the oil from her skin after the last indulgence she could give herself before going back to work again. Her mind travelled back to that night she’d had a bit too much to drink and allowed herself to make a move on Morrison. One part of her conscience chastised her for overstepping the boundaries while the other reminded it was just a kiss and it had felt pretty good at the time. By the time she was free from the steam with her torso and hair wrapped tightly in towels she made up her mind. Her fingers slid around her phone and she typed out a quick message before sending it. She had meant to type out a lunch date opportunity to Morrison, but as an afterthought she remembered how she had vowed to spend time with someone else and how bad she needed a pseudo outside party to tell her if she was being crazy. Spare a little time for some girl talk and a mojito? the message read as it blipped into existence on Elisha’s phone.

Posted by: starlight. Jul 20 2014, 09:42 PM
Three days went pretty quickly if she was honest, she almost didn't have time to miss John. Between training, press meets, meeting with head office, photography sessions and everything in between the girl hardly had time to breathe. Finally she had arrived in the same city as everyone else and checked into the hotel room. John clearly wasn't around yet, and all she had planned to do was nap the afternoon away when she received Trish's text. It'd been too long since she'd been out with her friend, months even. Elisha had gotten pretty caught up in her own relationship and been less than social with the others. She needed to make a point to go out more with her friends. She held the phone above her head and began to text her back. Sure, I'll meet you downstairs in about ten minutes! I could do with a drink.

All she wanted was to get out of these god damn fancy clothes. Pretty skirts and tops, or dresses with high shoes looked great - but damn she wanted nothing more than to be comfortable. Pulling herself off the comfortable bed, she moved to her suitcase and pulled out her trusty denim shorts and a baggy, oversized black singlet. Surely she didn't have to be too fancy down there. She grabbed out a black long cardigan and slipped into some plain ballet flats before heading down to the bar.

Slipping onto a bar stool she looked over her shoulder to see Trish on her way down. Waving she motioned to the Mojito she'd ordered for the Canadian. " Fancy seeing you in a place like this." She teased, sitting comfortably. It'd be fun to gossip with her friend. At least now Trish wouldn't have to listen and be stuck in an awkward position between her and John. God, that'd gone on for months before they had even gotten together. Sipping from her drink, she offered a grin. " So what's on your mind?" She paused " Perhaps a certain Superstar who took you out for Chicken?" Elisha questioned with a chuckle. At least the heat would be of John and Elisha for a while - she doubted Trish would want any gorey details.

*

Busy was an understatement. Morrison had been working his ass off the past couple of days. The amount of training he'd been doing would send anyone into a slight exhaustion. He'd been training, and researching a new diet plan. Oh how a day off or two wasn't really a day off. Plus, he'd had two house shows. When he'd finally arrived in New York, for the RAW at Madison Square Garden, if he was honest all he wanted to do was sleep. He was talking to a couple of other superstars when he noticed he was behind Cena. Adjusting his bag on his shoulder, he moved to walk beside him offering the Champ a wide smile. " So had a few days away from the ball and chain?" He joked. God, he hoped that didn't go down like a lead balloon.

He'd heard around the locker room a few things. How everyone had noticed that their was less social gatherings with everyone. Hell, he remembered going out a couple of times and sitting at a diner with everyone after a show. Although, the more he thought about it the last time everyone went out after RAW the whole Melina/Chavo thing happened and they'd all been thrown over the hot coals for that. Everyone was treading very carefully for a while.

Posted by: yunalesca Jul 21 2014, 10:07 AM
Thanks to delayed flights and his care to get autographs to fans (much to the chagrin of his chauffeur) Cena was uncharacteristically late to New York and had to skip going to his shared room with Elisha. He wanted nothing more than to be getting to his room and seeing her face, taking her in his arms and kissing her like she should be kissed, but he couldn't. Instead his gym bag was across his shoulder and the rest of his luggage was being dropped off at the room for him. He was tired which didn't bode well for the evening. Madison Square Garden was always a peak in the tour schedule and people were counting on him to give it all. There was a problem with doing that when your tank was on fumes already. He didn't know if he could attribute it to lack of sleep or being without his woman.

He barely noticed someone coming up beside him until they blurted the one thing that wouldn't be so wise to say when John was already tired and missing his girl. He looked over at the slim superstar beside him with a bit of an unimpressed raised eyebrow. "I'm going to choose to ignore that comment." He said simply, maturely. Were this less than five years ago he might have taken the man by the throat and slammed him against a wall, but he knew he was being watched for slip ups and he wanted to keep a level of respect in the locker room. He couldn't afford to fly off the handle like that before one of the biggest nights of the year. He wanted to say a million things to the man that ranged from threats to pity that he hadn't found a girl he could enjoy time with. "You look pretty excited for the night. Wouldn't have to do with a diva I consider my sister, would it?" He couldn't help himself as he paused in the hallway not too far from the locker rooms. He looked at John with a bit of a piercing gaze, the message being transferred with a look alone. Fuck this up and I'll fuck you up it read and he wished he had used it on Chavo even though Trish was more than capable of taking care of herself. She had proved that much already.

*

Her brunette hair was falling to her shoulders in damp waves with a split end serum soaking in when her phone went off, startling her slightly. She hadn't actually expected to hear back from Elisha for some reason, probably having to do with the fact she knew her friend had been without John for a few days and likely wanted to catch up on...well she didn't particularly want to think about it actually. The only thing that startled her more was reading the 'ten minutes' in the text message. "Shit," she said quietly before slipping back into the bathroom and at least getting some moisturizer and foundation on before slipping herself into denim pants and a low key black racerback. It was just girl talk after all, but you never knew who would be around. Thinking about -him- again aren't you? she thought and sighed heavily before sliding a stretchy white headband over her forehead and wisping back the damp strands. She didn't have much time for anything else as she slid her feet into some sandals.

She found her friend easily enough at the hotel bar, Mojito already served. She smiled in spite of herself before slipping up onto the bar seat and taking a quick sip from the drink before making a face and stirring it. Maybe it was too early for a Mojito, though she wouldn't waste it. Had she been still drinking she might have coughed and choked on the liquid as Elisha read her mind, making her turn red for a moment before she regained her composure. "Actually, yeah. I haven't really had the chance to talk to anyone about it since...that night." She said quietly as she remembered the kiss she'd had with the up and coming star. She wasn't embarrassed by it, didn't have to be, but for some reason actually talking about it with someone made her feel awkward. It could be due to the fact she knew what people were saying, that she had just split with Chavo, that Chavo had been sleeping with Melina, it could be all of those and more. She sighed and pulled at a lock of damp hair almost nervously. She was never like this.

"It's very hot and cold. I don't think either of us are looking for anything, just a friendship, but everytime we're around each other I remember kissing him and I want to try again. This isn't normal for me. I'm too guarded to by fiddling around with this sort of thing right now. It's not about what people are saying, I could care less given all of it's a lie, but whenever we go out and go our separate ways I'm left...confused." She heaved all at once, keeping eye contact until she finally broke it and went back to her drink. All she could keep feeling was that maybe she had been a little more damaged by the Latino than she cared to admit. She didn't know what the hell she wanted and when he'd turned on her like he had, well she couldn't exactly devise which way was up.

Posted by: starlight. Jul 21 2014, 07:55 PM
Elisha sipped from her Mojito. It'd be the only one for the afternoon, at some point they had to get to Madison Square Garden to get ready for RAW. By the time they headed out there'd be no alcohol in their systems. She listened intently to what Trish had to say, it was quite a predicament she had found herself in. " I feel like we've reversed our roles two years later." She laughed, it was two years ago that the two had been sitting down and Elisha had been telling Trish about the predicament she had found herself in with Cena. Back then she figured it was just a school girl type crush. It was clearly only Trish who had thought the two would make it. And sure, it took them six months to make things happen after that, and even a few more months to figure out what exactly they wanted and were, but look where they were now.

" I could put the same questions forward that you did. I mean, I could ask you if you can see yourself with him for a long time? Do you think he'll support you? Is he going to be there for you at your worst?" Elisha asked her curiously. " Because you and I both know, if you go for this, if you even want to just try it out, you're going to come out worse than he is. He'll get a pat on the back for nailing you and you'll be back to where you were after Chavo." Elisha had never been known to sugar coat things. Maybe that was why her mouth got her into so much trouble.

" I mean, I don't know him really well, and I could be completely wrong I just think that if you're going to have another run for the title, then you need to be concentrating on that and not on what your skinny, flexible, boyfriend is up to." Because she wanted Trish to go after the title, and she wanted to face the Canadian at her best. " But then, that could just be me being a little selfish too." She winked.

*

Morrison had not expected his joke to be that badly received. However he decided to just take it in his stride and shrug it off. He was in the middle of the hallway, when he read the glare all over Cena's facce. " We're just friends man. I enjoy Trish's company. I'm not after anything more than friendship with her." He raised his arms up slightly as if defending himself. " She's been a great help in helping me with my diet and a couple of extra work out things." Which was the truth, hell he'd even been to one of those hot yoga places like she suggested. He put his hands in his pockets and started walking, looking over his shoulder with a smirk. " Plus, Canadian's aren't really my thing, but once you're done with that little pocket rocket I might try my luck." He was lucky that he was far enough away from Cena that the guy wasn't going to be able to kill him.

He knew how to get into Cena's head. It might have been an innocent joke at first, but the girl was the way into the Champ's head. That was his weakness. He moved into the locker room and took a seat near where some of his stuff had been dropped off, plus his important briefcase. He was going to need to watch his back tonight after pissing off Cena.

Posted by: yunalesca Jul 25 2014, 10:07 PM
He had been in the business long enough to realize when someone was digging to get in his head, but it nearly missed his attention as he took mild offense to the comment. He was secure in his relationship,but he didn't approve of others talking about his girl as though she was tossable. Luckily he remembered that this was his competitor and only smirked fger the man. "Shouldn't chase things out of your league, kid." He retorted before going into his private locker room. He couldn't see what Trish seemed to see in the guy, and he certainly didn't trust him, but that was hardly his business. He had to obviously focus on when and how the man would come at him. He had the briefcase and could cash in at any time which meant the Champ had to be on his game at all times. He had thought it might get easier after mania, but that didn't seem to be the case. His only saving grace was that Elisha's farther was off his back and too busy giving Vince hell. He felt a little better with DX being thoroughly distracted.

With that thought he remembered that he had yet to see his girl wandering around, or Trish for that matter. He hoped they were together, maybe getting this Morrison thing sorted. He felt t times he may have gotten between their friendship since he had started dating Elisha, but he knew the Canadian was also busy with her hands full of psychos gunning for her. He shook his head and absently texted a simple 'at the Rena' to Elisha before moving to shower and change into some warm up gear seeing how he hdnt been able to get to his ssuite. It was still marginally early so he wasn't expecting Elisha soon, but he missed their hell out of her and hadn't realized the hole in his chest when she was gone until now when he had the chance to reflect on the time without her. She completed him and it was almost scary, almost.

*

Trish considered each question carefully and wasn't sure if she liked any of her answers to them. There was what her mind thought and what her mind wanted to believe. Truth be told she couldn't say she knew the man well enough to answer those questions, she certainly hadn't known Chavo when she had let herself take the plunge, either. She heaved another sigh and took a drink, forgoing an answer until she could feel her friends gaze firmly on her. "I don't know that it would go anywhere. It'd be a rebound and we are both hurt by what our former partners did and are doing. Could make mistakes trying to soothe that ache." She started and felt her stomach tighten into a knot. "The other two questions, they're possibilities. I don't k ow him well enough to know if he has changed all that much. He was with Melina forever, though. It could be something or it could be a bug mistake. How do I decipher that?" She questioned, finally meeting Elisha's gaze. It was a rhetorical question and one only she could answer no matter how much advice was given.

With that she moved on to consider what else had been said; another title run. She smirked slightly before bringing her attention back. "I'd love to face you, maybe even win, but I still have my hands full. Mickie isn't going away and she will hurt you or hurt me before this is all said and done. Flexible boyfriend or no." She added on the end before downing most of her drink to clear her mind. In the process of discussing it she had found her mind wandering to how good he may be in bed which in turn made her turn red for a moment. It wasn't something she normally thought about and it caught her off guard. A one night stand with him could prove catastrophic for both their careers and this shaky friendship. "You're right. Hooking up is bad news. Who needs a man anyway. So how are your and John? And please spare me the details." She quickly added upon seeing that look cross her face. He was like a brother and it was gross thinking of him naked.

Posted by: starlight. Jul 26 2014, 11:30 PM
He laughed somewhat hearing Cena's retort. He knew if he kept picking at his girl, he knew if he continued to talk smack to Cena he'd get in his head. After all, the Champ wasn't just physically strong his mental strength was second to none and Morrison had to keep hitting both. There was no way he was risking taking on Cena in the ring at full strength. He had the briefcase and he knew the best time to cash it in, when the champ was down and out of course. Heyman was crawling around so everyone knew who was lurking in the halls. There was no doubt in his mind that Lesnar would make himself known tonight. It was Madison Square Garden, one of Cena's favourite arenas. Of course Brock Lesnar was here, and Morrison was hoping he'd beat the Champ down. It was a terrible thought, but Morrison had to keep himself in mind. He wanted to be champion no matter what it took.

He changed into some warm up clothes and grabbed his water bottle, heading off out towards the back area. While most guys would go do some cardio or some weights, he was off doing what he did best. Parkour.

*

" The only person who can answer all your questions is you." Elisha said simply, knowing that it really wasn't helpful. But she couldn't tell Trish what she wanted, she couldn't tell the older woman what to do. " The last thing me or John want for you is to see you hurt again." John loved Trish like a sister, Elisha knew that. The brunette was the reason the two of them were together, but long before Elisha hit the scene Trish was John's confidant and closest friend. She knew he was worried about her but would never tell her if the decision she made was right or wrong. But there was no doubt in Elisha's mind her boyfriend would be there to make sure that whatever happened Trish was okay.

Just as Trish changed the subject and asked about John, she saw her phone light up with a message from him. It'd only been a few days but she'd missed him terribly. Shrugging her shoulders she sipped from the Mojito infront of her before laughing. " Don't worry, I'll spare you the details." She teased " But we're good, he's good. I mean he won't say anything but I know he's tired, I know his body is telling him to slow down, but he can't." Elisha sighed. " We've got Corporate well more so Paul and Steph on our backs, warning us and preparing us for the Heymann shit storm." She frowned " All I want, is to defend my title against someone who deserves it." She exclaimed, running a hand through her hair. " I just...." She paused " I'm worried that he's not ready for Lesnar."

Posted by: yunalesca Aug 9 2014, 08:49 PM
Even knowing what the would be contender was trying to do, John still found his mind returning quite a bit to what he had said about Elisha upon their parting of ways. That was the champs major weak spot and he shouldn’t be surprised to hear someone trying to exploit it, but it still bothered him to imagine that Morrison might think that way of her; Especially when he seemed to be getting closer to canoodling with Trish Stratus. He had always had hope that somewhere in the business there was an etiquette clause against using someone’s significant other against them, but clearly that had been non-existent when Vince had thrown Edge and Lita together to torture her spurned lover even more. The business was everything goes, John, however, couldn’t bring himself to actually bring up the likes of Melina and Chavo. That was one thing he knew would get under the contenders skin. There was also the possibility it could get back to Trish and she may take it the wrong way. Morrison wasn’t the only one hurt by the pair and the last thing John wanted to do was to throw salt in the wounds of his friend. He sighed heavily and stopped his squats for the moment. There were some things he just wouldn’t do which painted an even larger target on him.

But then, Morrison wasn't his biggest problem right now. At least not immediately. Lesnar wanted him and the title. John might be okay in the eyes of Vince at the moment, likely due to DX holding his attention, but they couldn't and probably wouldn't help him when he was down. And that would be the best time for Morrison to strike. He sighed and flopped back onto the couch. He loved his title, but he was lucky to realize at the end of the day his girl didn't care. Right? He wondered briefly if things would change if he were to lose, but then recalled that was how Morrison was trying to get to him. "Business will kill me someday," he said to himself before laying back and closing his eyes for the moment. Wavering confidence would get him nowhere but in the bottom.

***

She averted her gaze briefly when she noted Elisha's phone lighting up with a new message. Spying the name 'John' was enough to make her give her friend a moment of privacy as she rresponded. Despite the fact having brought the two together had ultimately distanced herself from them, she didn't once feel jealousy. Her own relationships hadn't worked out in some time, but she was happy theirs was running smoothly even with the bumps thrown in their way. They had strength and she hoped to let that give her some hope for herself, though she wasn't particularly thinking about relationships now. She had far too many other things going on. Just as she was losing herself to her thoughts her firend turned brought her back around. She smiled softly in response before laughing on being spared the details. "I suppose you are right. My focus has never really been for a man. Had a rotten end to a relationship already...and I'd feel like I was cradle robbing. Am I really that old?" She questioned with a laugh before fully draining the rest of her drink.

"If anyone's ready for Lesnar its John. We all get rundown and hurt, but he can handle this. Just...slow him down when its over. I saw what happened to Hunter and...Chris. I don't like seeing my friends getting unnecessarily hurt. But I don't need to say that to you. Just be there for him, but watch your own career at the same time. I get through Mickie and I want to be able to face you at your best." She said sincerely before sighing. "Well, I guess we should get going, get ready. Want to get a ride together?" She asked to keep continuing this almost friendship 'renewal' thing they had going.

Posted by: starlight. Aug 12 2014, 09:42 AM
Elisha stared at Trish for a brief moment like she'd grown two heads. Try to slow John down? She'd already tried that once before, the guy was a well oiled machine. " I might have to get pregnant to slow him down." She joked, and it was clearly a joke. God, she wasn't Stephanie McMahon. Plus, in her experience, kids did anything but slow people down. Her father had just worked himself into a wheelchair. Sliding off the chair, she grinned. " Let's go." The blonde said, picking up her suitcase that was by her bar stool. " Once Mickie is out the way." She agreed with a nod, Elisha wanted nothing more than to defend her title against Trish, and win or loose she knew it would be an amazing match. The woman was a legend after all.

Sitting in the car, she looked over her phone. Whether John had the title or not didn't change how she felt about him. The belt didn't define the man, and she loved and adored the man behind the bright coloured t-shirt. There was no doubt in her mind that people would try to use her to get into his head, but he was better than that. Elisha knew that he wouldn't buy into that kind of crap. Taking a deep breath as she sat back in the car she looked over at Trish and smiled. " You know, you should just do whatever makes you happy." It was a reasonable idea - it'd been what Trish had told her a thousand times anyway.

She didn't like Morrison but she wasn't going to stop her friend from seeing him. The car came to a slow stop and she grinned happily knowing that she'd be able to see her man after a few days away. Not having him there had made her realise even more how much she wanted him around. " Thanks for this afternoon." She told Trish as she began through the hallway of the corridor. " I'm around if you want to chill any time." She'd missed her Canadian friend a lot and it was great to get her advice on things. Offering a friendly wave, she moved into John's locker room raising a brow " Resting on the job?"

*

It was about forty five minutes later when John Morrison found himself back in the parking lot, perched up on a storage box. He managed to catch a glimpse of Trish getting out of her limo with Elisha. It was good to see that the girls were great friends. It certainly wasn't like that in the male locker room. He jumped down, walking a safe distance behind them, only deciding to speak once Elisha had disappeared into her boyfriend's locker room. " Good afternoon." He smiled siding up to Trish with a smile, sipping from his water bottle. It was just nice to have a friend around the place, who gave him great, un-bias advice.

[Yunalesca]

ted by: yunalesca Aug 18 2014, 06:08 PM
It felt like he had barely closed his eyes before he heard the door creak slightly and close again, a familiar voice finding his ears. If she hadn't said anything he may have jumped up expecting a pre-show attack by Lesnar, or even Morrison, but he was safe for the moment. Although that depended on just how much she had missed him and what she had in store for him to make up for time lost. A smile tugged at the edge of his mouth before he tilted his head to look at her over the edge of the couch. "I'll take it where I can get it, come to join me?" He questioned cheekily before his hand shot out and took hold of her slender wrist, pulling her on top of him. He wrapped his arms tight about her torso to keep her from moving just in case it had crossed her mind to do so. He grinned up at her playfully, uncharacteristically really, before he brushed her hair back with one hand.

"What now? Finally have me all to yourself with limited time. Going to get creative?" He teased while the hand that had delved into her hair began massaging the base of her neck. The earlier concerns that maybe she would leave him if he didn't have the gold quickly dispersed. It was Morrison trying to get in his head and he had nearly succeeded, until she was back in his arms and he was reminded of their chemistry coupled with their affection for one another. Gold diggers didn't go to meet the family or work alongside someone's mom.

**

It took some control to keep herself from jumping at the sound of Morrison's voice considering she had been talking about him not too long ago. She managed to give a smile as she leaned back against the hallway wall to look at the superstar head on. "Afternoon. Getting yourself into trouble already?" She said lightly with some affection, eyes flicking to Johns door not ten feet from them before going back to him. Everything that had been discussed was running through her head but it was taking a back seat to her observation of him. She wasn't looking for anything with anyone, but she couldn't ever ignore how attractive Morrison was. It was enough to make her mouth run dry, but it wasn't something she could ever tell him. She was riding dangerously enough being friends with him and John, letting him know he could make her go mad was something that could make this worse.

Posted by: starlight. Aug 20 2014, 11:54 PM
She half expected him to be asleep when she walked in, but was pleasantly surprised to hear his voice. It'd been days since she'd seen him, and if she was honest she'd missed him terribly. There was no better feeling that having his arms around her. " Well it looks like I don't have much choice." She laughed as he kept her close. Of course she wanted to join him. Now she was in her favourite spot with her favourite person. Getting herself comfortable she gave him a playful grin. " I could get creative" Elisha thought aloud, " Or I could make you wait till we got home." She kept her lips close to his, teasing him. To the outside world the behaviour would have seemed out of character for John, but to Elisha it was normal, it was one of his many personality traits that she loved so much.

" Although it appears that someone is struggling to keep his hands to himself. Now, if you'd like to use those hands for help, I'll be showering." She pressed a quick kiss to his lips and wiggled out of his grip to stand, looking over her shoulder at him as she sauntered off to the bathroom, letting her finger trail across his shoulders. " Or you can stay there all by yourself." She called from inside the small bathroom already beginning to derobe and step into the steamy shower.

*

He laughed somewhat, shaking his head. " Me? Trouble? Never." he said with a cheeky grin, " I was just strolling down the hall and spotted you." He said simply with a smile. " Actually, I saw you with Elisha back there but I figured you two were in deep conversation about something." Plus, he wanted to keep his distance from the Champ's girl. He might have been trying to get into Cena's head, but he was hardly trying to get into Miss Michaels pants. He wasn't interested, and everyone could see how besotted the two of them were. It'd be soon enough that there were wedding bells for sure. " Did you have a relaxing afternoon?" He asked curiously, slowly beginning to walk dcown the hall. Of course he had no idea how he made Trish feel, and it was probably for the best that he didn't. Lord knows what he would do if he knew.

Posted by: yunalesca Aug 24 2014, 04:39 PM
He had called Elisha a tease before and he was sure he would call her so many more times in the future after this moment in which he thought the word now. She liked to toy with him, though he wouldn’t say he minded it exactly. There were the cruel girls who toyed in the wrong way then there were the affectionate ones that did as his girl did. It was a good way to keep the relationship entertaining even if it drove him mad at times. She seemed almost insatiable with her many desires, though he tried pretty hard to curb the appetite. He was just glad her father didn’t know what he did with his little girl, or at least hadn’t come after John again for thinking of it.
His grip about her loosened slightly as her lips teased him and it was enough for her to escape him gracefully. He cursed himself on the inside as her warmth hovered over him before cooling in the air. “To torture you as you do to me, I might stay right here.” He said to her as he watched articles of clothing fall away to the bathroom floor. He cursed again in his mind, remembering he had best pace himself before the night began, but what harm could befall him in helping a beautiful girl wash?
-
What had happened in the shower was about as foggy to him as the reflection in the mirror as he allowed himself to kiss her one more time before donning his gear. He felt alive again and let that smile down on her as his hands moved over her arms affectionately. “Happen to see the card on your way in?” He asked her, succumbing to the realization it was back to work. He never wanted an intimate moment between them to end, but it had to eventually. There would be more time for them later on, time to cuddle up next to one another and kiss each other into pleasant dreams. They had to turn their attention to the night at hand. Things happened during a show at Madison Square Garden and he wanted both of them to be mentally ready for whatever curve ball might be thrown their way.

*

It always felt like she had to prepare herself whenever she was around John and this time was no different. He caught her off guard with his comment of her conversing with Elisha, though he had no idea what it was they had been discussing for part of the day. She would keep it that way if she could. She wanted the gold, wanted a good match with her friend, and had to focus on that. If she allowed herself to be distracted by some guy again she might never get the chance. She was holding back a secret she hadn't told anyone, not even the McMahons yet. She wouldn't until the time was right and she knew she had a title shot lined up. Before then she had no reason to divulge it to anyone. That was one more thing to remember when she was around John. No point in getting involved no matter how appealing it may sound.

She pushed herself off the wall and took up pace slowly beside him, smiling slightly as she did so. She had to remember she was allowed to be charming, but not too much so. She had been accused of stringing someone along like a puppy before and she wasn't about to prove it right. They both had things going for them that neither could afford to wreck. "I did. Flew in, got to my room, managed to relax for a minute before having a drink with Elisha..." She paused and tossed a cute smile to him. "Don't tell. Everyone knows I don't drink often." She added in before her hands slipped into her back pockets as she walked. It was safer if she had her hands tucked away to where they wouldn't accidently touch him. There were electric sparks when their skin met and she wasn't about to encourage that again. "And you? Get your leaps from building to building in?" She questioned casually, jokingly. Her mood was maintaining a good vibe, that was until she saw the card posted and stopped before they passed it by. She had to read it twice to make sure she was reading it correctly. "You've got to be kidding me," she breathed as the words popped out at her:

-Diva's Tag Team Match (#4)-
Trish Stratus & Ashley V. Mickie James & Melina


Talk about beating a dead horse, or maybe it wasn't as dead as she had previously imagined.

Posted by: starlight. Aug 24 2014, 08:53 PM
After days apart it was just nice to be close to him, nice to have him around her again. He made her feel alive, and there was never any doubt that there was love between them. There would always be a time when the job had to come first, and they were both lucky that they understood that. Relationships in this business failed a hundred times over when people forgot that. There was never any doubt that they loved eachother - but their jobs were important. Of course it would always be part of the relationship. Time together was special, no matter how they chose to spend it. Being away from John, even if it was just a couple of days made her realise just how much she cherished their time together - working or not.

Having changed into her gear, she gave a deep sigh " Sure did. You've got a big night ahead." The card had not been kind to her beloved that was for sure. A promo that no doubt would be cut in by Paul Heymann and a match . It was Madison Square Garden, there was no doubt that Lesnar and his balding manager would be sneaking around. Madison Square Garden was one of the biggest shows of the year, there was no doubt in her mind they'd be pulling out all the stops. And with her father and his best friend running around causing havoc she was sure it'd be an entertaining evening. " I've pulled Natalya." She said, they were milking this 'family feud' for all it was worth. She had also spotted Trish's match and would certainly be keeping a close eye on it.

Once her gear was on, and she'd pulled a baggy jumper over her head to keep her warm, she flopped down on the couch and looked over at John once more. She was worried about him, just like she had said to Trish. He'd had a hard few months, and now Lesnar? The last thing she wanted to see was him on a stretcher in the back of an ambulance, and she'd seen Lesnar put the likes of HHH and Chris Jericho on the shelf for months. Once he was done with Lesnar, she needed him to rest or slow down. Getting him to do that was certainly going to be harder than anyone could imagine. " You think Morrison is going to keep popping up where he isn't wanted?" She asked, more out of curiousity than anything else. As much as her and Trish had discussed the Money In The Bank winner, they had not discussed his motives. It wasn't exactly either of their places.

*

" Yeah, you know my spidey senses were working on overdrive." He teased, " Had some people to save, Green Gobblins to beat." Slowing as they reached the card that had been posted on the wall, he searched for his name frowning as he noticed he would only be needed for some commentary on a match. This was Madison Square Garden, all he had wanted was to perform for the masses. Even with such a power play he was still being shafted out of matches. What did he have to do to get a match around this place? " Looks like Mickey isn't done." He noted about the tag match that Trish had been dropped in, " And as usual Melina wants a piece." There was certainly no love lost between him and his ex-girlfriend. He knew for sure it would be annoying her that he was getting along so well with Trish. He stood there with his arms crossed for a moment with a groan. " What does a guy have to do around here to get a match." He complained.

He knew he shouldn't have complained, but he was getting overlooked. Maybe they had a plan for him, but he would have liked to be in on it. He looked down at the time on his watch, it was only an hour or so till the fireworks went up and the show started. " Well, good luck tonight." He told her simply, " I'll see you around. If you're not busy after a few of us are going out for drinks." He paused, laughing. " I mean, I'm sure they serve water...." He was teasing of course, and he doubted very much that she wanted to hang out with all the young guns. But he figured he'd ask. He didn't know what the old guys got up to. Probably just went to bed and slept - wouldn't want to be up past their bedtimes.

Posted by: yunalesca Aug 28 2014, 09:23 PM
John smirked without mirth as she informed him of her match with Natalya. One thing that hadn't changed in recent times was managemrnts lack of creativity. Yes the rivalry between a Hart family member and a Michaels made Sense, but the build up had been wasted and everyone knew what the people wanted. They wanted Trish and Elisha going head to head. They were wasting a tremendous hook in just throwing the match together. He shook his head before sinking into the couch as she finished wrestling with her gear. He didn't need to say what he'd been thinking, they were on the same wavelength there.

He did smirk with laughter when she continued on a train of thought he had tried to avoid, but had been unsuccessful at all turns. He sighed and sat forward, hands clasped as he considered her question. "I'm sure he will be in my shadow until the opportune moment presents itself for him to cash in. But that's not what you're asking, is it?" He questioned her in turn and laughed as he looked over at her. "Genuinely, I don't think he is using Trish to get to me. But that doesn't stop me from worrying. Wouldn't be the first time a man has fooled her, but we can't do anything about it. At least I can't. I'm sure she has told you more than me." He said before standing and pulling her into his chest. "I can see its not just her you're worried for. You're thinking I'm going to get hurt in doing this match against Lesnar. Don't." He said with a brush of his finger over her lips. "You have a match to think about and as many people wanting your title as want mine."

-

She was in the midst of running her hand through her hair in irritation when John spoke, his attitude not particularly helping her current mood. It took a bit of self control to keep from snapping on him. Luckily her time in the business had given her the chance to learn to keep her mouth shut when she was annoyed. She had said things in the past that she learned to regret when she had a level head and it all came back to bite her. Instead she took a breath and chose to handle this in stride as best she could. The people wanted more of her against two adversaries who had crossed her, she had to give them a good performance, no? "I'm sure they have a plan, Mr Money-in-the-Bank. It'd be foolish to leave the number one contender off the show." She offered though her mind was still rolling over her upcoming match. She supposed it could be worse, it could be something ridiculous like those paddle on the pole matches or lingerie. She wanted to get in there and wrestle, not just be eye candy flopping around on the mat.


She sighed after giving one more glance to the card while Morrison moved to have them go their separate ways to prepare for the night. “Poking fun sure is the way to get a girl to go out with you…see you.” She said in parting before moving to the women’s locker room, semi missing the old days when she had a room to herself. Half the time she was expecting to be jumped the moment she walked in the door with all the divas seemingly gunning for her like she was the one to beat. She didn’t even have the title anymore, but then with Lita gone it wasn’t hard to see why she was considered the biggest threat. People made names for themselves by beating on the veterans. However, if they thought a beat down would make her stop they had it all wrong. Luckily that wasn’t what she was greeted with as she moved over to the gear bins to find something to wear.


“Tag match in MSG, I didn’t expect to even make the card tonight.” She heard from beside her as Ashley leaned against the wall next to the bin. To be honest, Trish hadn’t particularly expected to make the card either. Spots were coveted in the arena that started it all and divas hardly made the show. The fact there were two women’s matches on the card was something to be said for the respect they had gained over the years.


“Maybe if when we win this one, we can stop beating a dead horse.” She commented back before pulling out an older pair of spandex pants in bright pink and opting for another throwback with her metallic white spandex top. She had a new hairdo and was a stronger person than in the past, but she didn’t forget where she came from or toss good ring gear.

Posted by: starlight. Aug 29 2014, 08:52 AM
It was near impossible for her to not worry. She had seen what the one man wrecking machine Brock Lesnar could do. He'd put guys on the shelf for months. Lesnar had no conscience, he had no fear - of course she was going to worry. Not to mention, she knew what kind of toll working night after night did - when Uncle Paul had been out with his quad, they were some dark days. Elisha had seen the pressure he had put himself under, how it'd put such a strain on him and Steph. She might have been younger then, but Elisha had seen it. He didn't let her argue, her hands laying flat on his chest as he spoke to her. " He takes people to a place that many haven't been before." It was a place of hatred, darkness and pain. " I just need you to promise me, that when you go there - you go there." He knew what she was asking, and it was to show his competitor no mercy. She'd never seen John taken to that place, but from what many had whispered in the locker room he'd been there once or twice before. Elisha didn't care how violent he got, how much blood was shed, as long as John came out on top and in better condition then Lesnar she'd be okay. She'd just pray for no injuries.

" But you know, if the worst should happen. I can teach you how to do wheelies in a wheelchair." She joked, leaning up to kiss him. With as long as Shawn had spent in a wheelchair, and the attention span between the two of them they had certainly driven Rebecca insane. That was on the good days at least. John was right though, she needed to stop worrying about everyone else all the time. Trish was the main contender for the title and although she was her friend - Elisha had to put herself first. She moved to sit out on the bench, beginning to stretch out her back. Something told her it was going to be a long night.

*

Morrison didn't even get time to retort. Did she think he was trying to woo her? Impress her? They were friends he thought he could joke around with her. " Yeah....well it's worked every other time." He called after her as he watched her walk away. Something was going on with her, that was for sure. Something she clearly had to deal with on her own. He had to go deal with someone giving him a match. Or at least finding out why he hadn't had a match. Why would they give him MITB and then not utilise him? He was a main eventer. If they could just give him a chance then maybe he could actually show them. He could show them what kind of champion he was going to be.

He moved past the locker rooms, not wanting to get ready just yet. No, he was going to find someone to listen to him. Even if it meant going straight to the top. He knew he'd seen Vince's name on a door earlier that afternoon. He wasn't going to demand, because he knew that got people no where. But maybe he could just ask for some answers.

Posted by: yunalesca Sep 5 2014, 07:50 PM
"Why do I get the feeling the whole 'wheelie' thing was taught by Mick?" He questioned her with a grin before making himself get up and stretch out his back by reaching for the ceiling. "You'll do great tonight, just think of what's at hand, not everyone else. I'm going to make a run to catering." He told her before he was slipping out the door. Nothing like getting that last little bit of protein in before a match, though he took note that there was a blank next to his name as in a contender hadn't been decided yet. He hated that more than anything else. How did you prepare for something you didn't know about? He would have to take it as it came he supposed. It was just one more test. Just as he was about to stack some celery and quinoa spread on his plate it was smacked from his hands to the floor by one meaty hand he couldn't forget if he tried. "If it isn't the dingbat himself." He commented as he looked at Heyman while standing a little taller. He could feel a camera crew rolling into place at the excitement and cringed on the inside. He hated this locker room filming crap.

"Running out of clever nicknames aren't we? Would that have to do with the return of the One Man Wrecking Machine?" Paul responded with as Lesnar stepped up seemingly out of nowhere. John had to look up at him and he hated it, but he didn't back down in the least. "Not so talkative now, are we?"

"What'd the matter, Lesnar? Have to hide behind roly poly in fear of cutting a bad interview?" He pushed back and Lesnar tensed, but stayed firm behind the short man though he was seething. Everyone knew talking wasn't Lesnars strong point and John would exploit the hell out of it if he had to.

"I'd watch you mouth a little more carefully. You won't have the gold to tote around soon enough and you'll be forgotten just like your girlfriends father was. We just wanted to wish you luck. Would hate to see you not up to your best come defending time, would we Brock?" Heyman taunted before turning away with Lesnar and leaving John to stare after them and sort through the obvious hint and threat at his match.

**


Ashley started the match against Melina, leaving Mickie and Trish to lock eyes across the ring on several occasions as their teammates squared off. Early on it became evident they wanted to punish Ashley in every illegal way possible to quickly get under her partners skin. Several times Trish raced across the ring only to be pulled back by the ref and subsequently allowing Ashley to be hurt further at the hands of the two women. When the tag was finally made she shot out from under the ropes, bulldogging Melina to the mat as she reached for Mickie before thrusting herself forward to knock the newly turned blonde off the apron. She worked on Melina for quite some time before the Latina got lucky and sent Trish over the ropes and to the floor.

She knew instantly that Mickie had gotten the tag and was dragging her back in the ring simply by the touch of her hands on her. It was aggressive and hateful, deeper than the hatred between Melina and Trish. She made the kick out at two, still finding it hard to breath from the tumble over the ropes. She was seeing stars, but managed to roll to her knees in an attempt to gain her feet. That was when Mickie did something Trish hadn't felt in a long time, she ripped the spandex shirt over her head and the crowd roared at the sight of the match suddenly turning to a strip show. Before the brunette could effectively react she felt the fabric winding around her throat and it tighten dangerously. She clawed at her own shirt trying to breathe as she saw stars and heard Ashley hit the mat with force from Melina. Order had broken down and the referee was ringing the bell furiously to get the women to stop, but there was no prying Mickie off the choking Trish. The stars were coming back in groves as she reached for anything to get her out of the strangle hold.

Posted by: starlight. Sep 7 2014, 09:05 AM
" Mick taught Dad for when he got bored." She explained with a shrug of her shoulders and a laugh. She nodded her head as he spoke some advice " You go find some scraps." Elisha teased watching him leave - just in time for her to watch Trish's match in peace. Her eyes never left the monitor, even when she was lacing up her boots. It was no surprise that Ashley was getting the shit kicked out of her, that girl still had a lot to learn. It was when Mickie went too far that Elisha started for the ramp, she had never run that fast in her life. The blonde pushed through a camera crew that were outside catering and she kept running - she'd be damned if she let Mickie do that to her friend, she'd be damned if she let the whole division go backwards. The bell was ringing furiously, and when she finally hit the ramp all she could hear was the crowd. They were probably just happy that someone was making the horrific sight stop. There were lines that you didn't cross in this business - and that was one of them. Mickie had gone too far and she needed to know about it. You didn't treat anyone like this, nor a legend like Trish.

The Champ slid into the ring and headed straight for Mickie, clotheslining her just so she would let go of Trish. Melina had already hightailed it out of there as soon as she'd spotted Elisha running full speed into the ring. Mickie hit the deck and Elisha wasn't done - someone needed to teach this girl a lesson. If it meant kicking her teeth down her throat then it had to be done. Elisha waited for Mickie to get up, before she super kicked the other blonde - she was quite sure the woman had been knocked unconscious. There was certainly blood running down her face. The EMT's were out, attending to Trish and she slipped out the ring to walk up the ramp with them. Well, if that wasn't a warm up she wasn't quite sure what was.

*

Morrison had been stalking Vince's office - waiting for the Boss to arrive when he'd heard the monitor behind him. There was no mistaking Jerry Lawler's voice as he called the Diva's tag match. Slowly he wandered over to where a group of guys were watching. As soon as Mickie turned on her crazy, everyone's face dropped. It's not like any of them could do anything about it. Morrison had to wonder if Trish was expecting him to go out there. With the history of him and Melina, it would make sense. However it wasn't really his place these days - this was Trish's problem in the ring. He didn't want to overstep his boundaries.

The camera was on Trish's face - it was pale and she looked like hell. He was thankful for the EMT's that was for sure. When they cut to the ad break, he turned his attention back to the door that belonged to the Big Boss. Trish could wait - his own career was important right now.

Posted by: yunalesca Sep 17 2014, 09:25 PM
John was pacing inside Vince's office as the chairman sat behind his desk watching him casually, but really reminding the Champ of a wolf in sheeps clothing. "I don't even know who your contender is tonight, John. Stephanie made it and isn't letting anyone in on the details. I can tell you it isn't Lesnar, however. His contract is for the pay per view. Maybe that can give you solace." He returned with and John stopped in his tracks, turning to the Chairman with anger in his eyes.

"Take solace?" He started forward and Vince's demeanor changed to match the champions. They were practically nose to nose in a stare down before the patience of the Chairman was tapped.

"Get out and be grateful for once!" He roared, but John didn't flinch. Instead he laughed and turned to rip the door open. He nearly ran face first into Morrison on the way out, pausing only briefly to look at the man with a seething glare before going around him. He didn't have time for this.

*

"How many fingers am I holding up? Trish? Trish." She heard through fuzzy ears as her eyes rotated slowly, trying to make sense of the haze around her. She could see outlines of faces, a shock of blonde hair somewhere beside her, but definitive shapes were still at a loss to her. She moaned slightly before quickly rolling to her side and vomiting into a waiting bucket. She heard several feet shuffling away before she payback on the bed and curled her arms over her middle protectively. She hated throwing up, especially after a match. It meant she had hit her head and would be benched for a week or more. Concussions weren't anything to mess with. Even her stubborn self knew that. "Trish, you hit your head pretty hard,"

"I'm aware of that." She commented back in irritation before someone was practically on her, yelling something she couldnt quite make out. "Ow, ow!" She yelled back and the figure let her go.

"Sorry, I didn't think you were going to wake up for a minute. You're so white," a feminine voice came and she was able to identify Ashley finally.

"I am Canadian," she returned with and heard a 'yeah, she's back' before a physician was snapping his fingers to get her attention. It took her a little while, but she was finally able to give the right number of fingers answer to him before he was finally leaving her alone. Once people cleared out she slowly pushed herself up to sitting and choked back another gag reflex at the movement. "Who scared them off?" She asked with a wince before hearing 'Elisha'. She smiled slightly though her feeling had been on someone else. Maybe she was a little hopeless no matter how she fought to wipe him from her mind and focus on the title.

Posted by: starlight. Sep 17 2014, 10:08 PM
" I don't care if she has to do double duty Stephanie, you can hardly call what she did out there a match!" She exclaimed, the look in her eye said it all - anger, hatred, and determination. There was no chance that she was leaving Steph's office until she got what she wanted. " I don't care if you're putting my title on the line or not, I want Mickie in that ring tonight. Screw Natalia she's had her chance." Her eyes locked with the female McMahon and finally she gave in.

" Fine, you can have Mickie tonight. But your match is next." Steph explained rather calmy. Maybe she was a little bit proud of the young Michaels for pushing for something and not coasting by. This match would certainly test her emotions. But if Elisha wanted Trish, she knew what she had to do: Eliminate Mickie James. With the crazy diva still around there was no chance of Elisha's dream match. She wanted to main event RAW, she wanted a major match at a PPV, this was how she needed to get it. Leaving Steph's office, she pulled her jumper over her head and tossed it to the side, making her way for the ramp. People were stepping out of her way when they saw her coming.

She stood in the middle of the ring, watching as Mickie made her way happily down the ramp. The Texan didn't even wait for her to reach the ring as she launched herself through the ropes and onto the other woman. Only hours before she'd told John to be careful when he got pushed to that place. Now here she was in the midst of it herself. The other diva tried her best, but as soon as Elisha hit Sweet Chin Music and there was a delightful sounding crack there was no chance Mickie James was getting up.

Backstage she moved past people, taking a few calming breathes as she tried to calm herself down. Did she feel bad for liking that she'd made Mickie bleed? No, that woman had deserved it. She moved into the locker room, placing her title back on her bag before moving straight to the shower - she definetly needed to calm down.


He had not expected to see Cena coming out of Vince's office. He stared up at him, pushing past him and into the office. He'd thank him later for getting the Boss Man in a fantastic mood. He shut the door behind him, and took a seat. The last thing Morrison wanted to do was piss off the Chairman. Clearing his throat he began to speak. " Sir - I'm just wondering when I'm getting a match." He said to him. " I've got this great opportunity with Money In The Bank. But I'm getting no ring time." He didn't like the look in his eye. It was a little bit crazy.

" Leave it with me Morrison. I'll speak to Stephanie - she might have a few ideas for you." God - that scared Morrison even more. " Thankyou, Sir." At least he treated the guy with a bit of respect. Shaking the man's hand he moved out of the office. He still couldn't get that look out of his head. Did Vince have something evil planned for him?

Morrison heard the commotion in the medical room and moved to poke his head in. He sw Trish starting to come to and offered a small smile. " At least she remembers that." He teased about her Canadian comment.

Posted by: yunalesca Sep 21 2014, 07:41 AM
John missed Elisha’s match, though not entirely by choice. He had holed himself up in the dark recesses of the arena to try and gather his thoughts, or rather, more effectively remove them from choking out the McMahons. He and Elisha seemed to be on their good side merely due to the money they pulled in, but he wasn’t the type to be fooled so easily. Vince made it appear as though he kept Brock leashed so Cena would have a fighting chance, but he had a feeling that Heyman and Brock had him and the McMahons right where they wanted them. Vince couldn’t ever just let go of a hatred for someone and Cena knew he had never been particularly high on the ‘likability’ scale. Only when he knew it was approaching time for his match did he emerge and take the Gorilla position, ready to defend himself against an unknown adversary. It could be anyone and he didn’t like the odds that it would be an easy match.

His inklings were right as he warmed himself up on the ropes and abruptly stopped when his music did, the arena falling into a hush until it felt like an eruption at the appearance and music of Randy Orton. John’s face was set as he stared at his competitor. They had come into the company at nearly the same time and had faced each other on many occasions. Many might not see the significance of choosing Orton randomly from the roster, but it was hardly random at all. Stephanie had been smart in choosing the Viper. Each of them always had something to prove and it just happened to be Orton this time who was hungry and eager for it. He wanted a piece of the action and snaked his way into it. As always there was that minor stare down between them before they locked up aggressively. The rest that followed was a blur as each wrestler moved faster than they normally did, trying to outdo one another and give the crowd something to cheer about. It all seemed to be tipping into Cena's favor until he was blindsided by interference. He didn't even have time to recognize who nailed him with a forearm as he hit the ropes to take Orton down. All he knew is the bell was ringing and chaos had ensued around him.

**


She might have jumped at hearing Morrison’s voice from the doorway if her body didn’t still feel so heavy from the damage it had taken during the match, this all considering she had just been thinking about him. It was eerie to have him pop in such a way and all she could do was toss him a more playful narrowing of the eyes before she abruptly remembered she had been stripped of her shirt and was sitting before him in her bra. It wasn’t like nobody hadn’t seen this before, it’d been done to her on live television on several occasions before, but for some reason being in a room with him without a shirt on was entirely different. She felt her cheeks redden before Ashley seemed to get a handle on the Canadian’s reaction to Morrison and gave her a towel to at least wrap around her torso. Her shirt was stretched and ripped so there was little point in trying to don that, not to mention that much movement might make her feel sick again. She really didn’t believe she could stand vomiting in front of John even if they weren’t really anything to begin with. “I remember things just fine,” she started before Ashley was giving her a look to chill out.

“Did you get your match sorted out?” She started before one of the small televisions caught her attention and showed her that Elisha was standing in the middle of the ring clearly waiting for her opponent. She could have sworn the women’s matches hadn’t been back to back, but it all made sense once familiar music hit the television and rocked the arena. She sat forward abruptly and regretted it, but didn’t dare move as she watched Mickie James pounding down to the ring in a flare of temper and trying to get the match over with early. If Ashley or John said anything to her she didn’t hear it as her whole focus was on the match before her. It seemed to end almost as quickly as it began with her friend hitting the signature move and laying the Trish-obsessed diva down for good before the pin. When it was over she finally sat back and could feel herself turning green again as her head pounded.

“She cashed in on quite a favor for that,” Ashley started before exiting the makeshift medical room to undoubtedly leave Trish and John alone. The newfound brunette let her eyes close momentarily as her head soaked in the cool feel of the brick wall. It had been a favor to her personally. With Mickie out of the way it laid a pretty clear path to a title shot for Trish. The question was whether or not she would be able to capitalize before someone else did.

Posted by: starlight. Sep 21 2014, 10:01 AM
Chaos had ensued and Elisha had no idea. She had sat herself under the shower head letting the water pour over her. Trying to relax, trying to get the adrenaline out of her veins. There was no doubt she had cashed in a favour. It paid to be practically family with the bosses. But Stephanie would never forget, she’d make Elisha pay for it at some point. It would only be a matter of time. She’d almost sold her soul to the devil. It looked like she had been clearing the path for Trish - and in a way she was. But she’d been thinking of herself too. She wanted competition and she wanted to wrestle with the best. After all, to be the best you had to beat the best.

It was literally chaos outside of her locker room. There were agents and referees running to the ring to separate the men and Elisha was oblivious. Completely oblivious to the fact that her father had ran down to the ring to help separate the men. Maybe he felt some need to get involved because John was ‘family’. God knows, but if Elisha had known she would have been glad. There was a monster in the ring with her boyfriend and three others. Here she was just wanting to get out of there.

It’d been a rough night for the both of them. The blonde who usually looked so put together, was dressed in a grey oversized jumper and some workout tights. Her damp hair was pulled into a messy top knot, and her face lacked a whole cake of make up that she usually sported. Elisha didn’t even get to turn on the monitor to see what was going on. There was a kerfuffle outside in the hallway and then the locker room door swung open, her father practically throwing John into the room and slamming the door shut. Just one look at John and she could tell he was fuming, he was hurt but she could tell he was fuming. If she was honest, she had no idea what to say, what to do. So she just sat there, staring at her own feet. There was no chance that she was going to try to calm him down, she knew first hand that when you were that hyped up it was the last thing you wanted or needed.

She’d sold her soul to the devil and mashed up Mickie James’ face and he had been ambushed - they were doing well this week. God could they just restart the day again? She pulled on her black rimmed glasses, looking more and more like a normal every day person by the minute. Maybe she didn’t want to be recognised on their way home tonight? But if Brock was in the house they were going to have to haul ass out of there, no doubt he’d be lurking.

*

He’d barely even noticed that she was half naked. Maybe that was the gentleman inside of him. His eyes looked over at the monitor as Elisha appeared in the ring. He noted Trish sit forward. She had a look on her face that told him that she was zoned in. He didn’t want to ask too many questions. After all, the girls were close and John Cena was in his sights. He had the suitcase and he was going to make damn sure that everyone knew about it. As she sat back, he cleared his throat and nodded his head. “ Yeah, I had a chat to Vince. I think he knows where I stand on things.” He explained. He knew Trish’s history with the Chairman wasn’t exactly great, but perhaps things had changed.

“ I should get going.” He said offering her a smile. “ Make sure you rest up.” Morrison told her as he headed off down the hall and quickly to the ramp. He had to make sure it was the right moment. But someone beat him to it. Brock Lesnar appeared from no where, and then within moments he wasn’t sure what he found inside of him but he headed down the ring unafraid of the bigger men in the ring. People thought he was there to help out Cena, but they were wrong. He was there to join the beat down.

Referees and agents filled the ring quickly, even a few wrestlers. Shawn was there, Paul was there, the veterans were doing their best to keep them all apart. Mainly Cena and Brock, those two were wanting a piece of each other. He was first to leave the ring, escorted by the referees to the locker room. He wasn’t even sure what happened after that as he sat himself down on the wooden bench. He was fairly sure he had made his point.

Posted by: yunalesca Oct 7 2014, 09:47 PM
He didn't remember exactly how it had all gone down, just that one point he had three sets of boots and fists on him before they were turning on each other like lions at the kill. He didn't know who all was there at first, just knew they were trying to assert dominance over another to get the opportunity to put some more hurt on John. If he wasn't the champion he might not even be able to say he had real beef with any of the gguys. But that didn't matter as he felt a set of strong hands pulling him away from Lesnar after he had found his feet and moved to choke the life out of the first wrestler he saw. It was only after Shawn managed to get him out of the ring and starting up the ramp did he realize Lesnar had started it and Morrison had come in somewhere along the line. The crowd had erupted, but he didn't hear it over the roaring in his own ears.

"I don't need you to be defending me!" He yelled at Elisha's father as the door slammed to his locker room and he barely noticed his daughter sitting on the couch watching them. It wasn't smart to pick a fight with your girlfriends father, but he wasn't exactly in a good frame of mind at the moment. He was lit up and unhappy that Shawn had separated him from the action even though he had saved him from a worse beating. He didn't like how it made him look, didn't like how people were going to talk about iit. He could hear the whispers of 'faction' and 'unable to defend himself' already.

"At the moment you did, now shut up and sit your ass down before I put you down." Shawn shot back and made John stop doead in front of him, breathing hard and glaring at the man who refused to back down. They were locked in position for a few tense seconds before John threw himself into a chair and away from Elisha. He couldn't handle her touch at the moment. He hated admitting he was embarrassed he had needed Shawn. "I was in your position before and know you want to do it alone. Get over it and accept I had to save your ass. You wouldn't even be defending the title if I hadn't pulled you out of there."

"I don't recall you ever having Rebecca's father come down and pull you away from Bret," he shot back and half expected to get hit, but it never came. Instead both men avoided eye contact and took breaths to calm themselves. Shawn had to know what hurt pride felt like and it was exactly what John felt now.

"I trust you know how to get back to your hotel without needing my assistance," was all that came from Shawn before he abruptly left. Maybe he did get it now. John wasn't one to go off in a fit of rage in front of Elisha, never had wanted to. But it happened for a split second as he took a swif from a half empty water bottle before throwing it hard against a wall in one final expulsion of anger.

**


Trish watched him leave with a sense of something about to happen. She didn't recall Morrison having a match on the card and his abrupt departure considering how they had been spending time with each other as of late made her nervous for some reason. Her brows furrowed before she managed to painfully grab for a t shirt left bedside for her. She hated every minor whimper that creeper from her throat, an acknowledgment of pain and that she had been beaten. Wrestlers didn't like to admit they were hurting or that an opponent might keep them down and divas were certainly no different. It led her back to a thought that had hovered in her mind for a year or more now. How much longer could she handle this abuse?

The thought evaporated when the broadcast caught her attention and she realized all hell had broken loose in the ring during the muddle of Johns match against Orton. She felt herself tensing at the sight, not even noticing Ashley had returned with a hand over her mouth. I should get going echoed in her mind as she watched Morrison dive into it all. She felt something in her tearing and she didn't know why. "Trish..." She heard Ashley whisper and felt her gaze, but she ignored the aouind in her voice. She wasn't going to encourage peoples perception of their situation.

"Its time to go," she said in response and with a curt voice, no room for argument as she helped herself off the bed. She wanted to get out of there before people began looking at her as though her response mattered most. They werent anything, but rumors were running rampant. Those things didn't bother her usually, but now it had become a hit more personal with her old friend battling her newest.

Posted by: starlight. Oct 9 2014, 09:14 AM
Tense was an understatement. She sat there, silently avoiding eye contact of both of them. Suddenly her toenails had become very interesting. She hadn't been in the best frame of mind tonight, quite honestly she hadn't wanted to even try to make John feel better. She knew well enough that she was more than likely going to make things worse by trying. No one had asked Shawn to go down there, more so, Elisha hadn't asked him to go down there. But the sudden appearance of her father and her pseudo uncle in the ring was a relief. It wasn't that John couldn't defend himself, but if he was going up against Lesnar everyone needed John in his best condition. It was no secret that no one in the locker room wanted to see the gold around Lesnar's waist. The door slammed shut and Elisha jump slightly, but the sound of the water bottle hitting the wall hardly even made her flinch. Instead she simply stood and moved to head out the locker room, he needed space - she didn't want to invade that.

As she closed the locker room door behind her, Elisha was greeted by the slime ball mouth piece Paul Heymann. He hadn't quite caught her off guard, but she hardly looked like the woman the fans saw in the ring. Minimal make up, glasses, and a messy bun atop of her head. She clicked her jaw to the side slightly and leant against the door. " Can I help you?" There was hatred laced through her voice, and a look in her eye that could kill anyone. This was someone she didn't want around.

" I was wondering if The Champ was available?" Heymann asked, a sly smirk on his face. Stirring John Cena was one of his favourite past times. He'd not really come across Elisha, but if her family tree was anything to go by, she was going to be a firecracker.

" He's unavailable right now. But can I take a message?" She was sarcastic and feisty. This man made her skin crawl and she wanted to get rid of him as quickly as she could. All southern manners were most definitely unavailable.

" Oh course he is. Well you just make sure that he knows your Daddy can't protect him from Brock Lesnar forever. His days are numbered as champion Miss Michaels. Be sure to tell both your father and your boyfriend to watch their backs."

She had no words, he made her blood boil. No one got to speak about her father, or her boyfriend in that manner. They deserved respect. She offered a polite smile, before in one hard, swift movement she laid her hand across Paul Heymann's face. " And you tell your meathead client that The Champ isn't afraid of him." She seethed, waiting until he had moved off in a furore before going back into the locker room. Without a word she started packing her bag, glancing over her shoulder to make sure that he was doing something similar.


*

He felt good. Now people would notice him. So what if he had to share the spotlight with three other guys. He was bound to get noticed now. As someone, he was sure it was Triple H pushed him into the locker room he kept a wide grin on his face. He was happy. He was pleased with himself. Everyone had told him he couldn't expect it to be served to him on a silver platter. This time he'd done it himself. Morrison wanted to be noticed. He was getting noticed for all the right things. Not for screwing a diva, not for being a great tag team, but because he was great. Because he was talented.

After a few deep breathes, to settle his adrenaline he ran a hand through his hair and began to get changed. He wanted to get out of there before anyone else raised hell. Quickly he changed his pants, and into a plain t-shirt and jacket. He hoped Trish was okay, but she really wasn't at the forefront of his mind right now. He pulled his hair back into a neat ponytail and ensured his bag was together before grabbing that and his Money in the Bank briefcase. He was so ready for whatever was thrown at him. He was mentally strong, even if he was the smallest. Smugly, he left his locker room heading towards the parking lot, nodding his head at a couple of people. He offered Trish and Ashley a smile as he noticed them exiting the medical area.

" You two ladies have a great night." Because he was. He was going to sit back and watch RAW three times over, just so he could keep reliving what had happened.

Posted by: yunalesca Nov 4 2014, 10:13 PM
If he had been in a better state of mind he may have gone after Elisha when she stepped out, but he honestly had a second thought about her when the door clicked cclosed and she was gone. He should feel guilt and apologize for his behavior, she'd never seen him that way before after all, but he felt no motivation for any of it. He was angry as he looked at the belt resting over the back of the couch, presumably left by Shawn considering John hadn't had time to grab it. His rage and adrenaline had been pumping so fiercely he couldn't recall the smallest of details. All he knew was that he had been bested and the vy for his title was made very apparent by three men now. He had hoped in offering a sort of friendship to Morrison would keep his heels cool until Lesnar was taken care of. He had been wrong and it could be deemed a rookie mistake. Morrison had jumped at the first opportunity because he was hungry and maybe he just was what everyone said he was. No place was safe and he felt his pool of allies diminishing steadily.

With a forcefully released sigh he paced the room for a short time before beginning to pack his bag somewhat aggressively. His mother had always told him holding onto anger never led one down a good path, but sometimes it was the best motivator. He couldn't predict if it would lose him friends, if it would make Elisha walk, but he did know is he needed more than good work etiquette to get him through the next pay per view. He would cling to this burning rage and cocoon himself in it. He had to be bigger, stronger, faster than he was now of he had a fighting chance. He might have to resort back to sacrifices to win, though what all those would be he didn't know. Mentally he didn't care at the moment as he felt like a marked and embarrassed man.

He didn't take note of Elisha's behavior when she came back in otherwise he may have asked what was wrong. He may have been the attentive boyfriend he had been since they took the first step in this relationship. He was far from that right now, however, and merely continued to pack his bag before ending with the title on top. He put this in more gently as though it were the most precious thing in the world, which it felt like it was at this moment in time. He zipped the bag up and sling it over his shoulder, not bothering to say anything to Elisha, figuring she would understand by his visual clues alone that he was ready to leave.

***


They were barely out of the medical room before the last person Trish wanted to see was there, giving a cordial farewell to them both and passing by. The former blonde tensed up and stopped walking momentarily, brows narrowing at the gesture. She didn't know what she was supposed to feel about any of this. It was a MOX of emotions because she understood what John was doing but was also loyal to the man he had just attacked. Mind games is what it felt like, though after the way they had been around each other as of late she didn't feel that definition fit correctly. He had been nice and rather open with her. It could have all been a ruse, but to what end? She hadn't ever offered to divulge information that could help him get the upper hand on the Champ. "You going to be alright?" She heard and shrugged it off. Now wasn't the time to psychoanalyze everything.

"I'll be better when I get out of here and back on the gold trail." She stated in reference to the title. John Morrison would not be a distraction to her while she flight to get her title back. She would likely have to face her friend and that alone was enough on her mind without adding this John v. John fiasco. She wasn't in the middle of that and wouldn't allow herself to be put there. If Morrison even remotely attempted to move her like a pawn she would put him back where he came from, buried and scorned.

Posted by: starlight. Nov 5 2014, 12:03 AM
Madison Square Garden was an arena that could make or break you, but she would always know it was the place where her relationship with John changed. It was the place where she saw that everything he had told her, every word he had spoken to her was a thinly veiled lie to mask the insecurities he felt. From that Monday night onwards things were different. The silent treatment that he gave her due to his rage at the situation, perhaps because maybe he knew that his time as Champ was coming to an end. But she didn't psychoanalyze him. He didn't deserve that. For that one Monday night she let it slide, she let him sulk and continue his silent tantrum.

Weeks seemed to pass and it was obvious what was happening. He was going downhill fast and she couldn't pull him out of the hole he was in. If she was honest, she was done trying. There was only a number of times she could feel rejected and unloved from the person she couldn't even describe the amount of love she had for. But the week after Hell in a Cell when Lesnar had taken out the Championship? That was when everything came to a hault. She had grown up in this business, and he could school her on alot of things but this she had seen before. But this is what he had promised her would never happen. He'd never put the title before her, he'd never care about the gold more than he did for her. All those promises he had made a little over a year ago were broken and that was when she finally cracked.

It was another city, another hotel room and she was done with it. She didn't unpack her bag, she didn't do anything except crack. She had been silent for far too long. Elisha had spent fifteen minutes watching John move around the hotel in a silent rage, he'd not said a single word to her since they'd arrived at the arena. " You know, I think I'm just going to go." She finally spoke, already feeling her voice shake. " And I'm not going to come back. I can't...I can't do this John." She said, staring him right in the eyes. " I can't be second to the title. I wont be. You promised I wouldn't be, and that's where you've put me." She had picked up her suitcase and started wheeling towards the door. " When you want to pull yourself from this narcissistic, egotistical, hell that you're putting yourself through. When you come to realise that there's more to this business than the title. When you can show me some loyalty and respect like you do your fans and when you can look me in the eye and tell me that you love me, come find me. Because I'm sick of saying it and getting nothing back." She pulled open the door, her voice oddly calm. " I love you, but you clearly don't love me. And I can't be that girl."

The door shut behind her, she didn't even cry, and she didn't even care what he had to say. He's said enough in the past few weeks by saying nothing. It wasn't until she found herself knocking ferociously on Trish's door that the tears started to fall. The man she loved, adored and thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with, didn't even care that she'd just walked out the door. He didn't care that she loved him. All he cared about was the gold. How many people had warned her? How could she not have seen that he was all ego? That he was nothing but an egotistical, narcissistic asshole who only cared about himself.

Posted by: yunalesca Nov 10 2014, 09:22 PM
Trish had been vacant from the 'socialite' lifestyle she had found herself partaking in over the weeks past. Ever since Morrison had run in on John things had changed. People had been looking at her differently, expectantly. Then Lesnar beat John down so bad he had barely moved after Hell in the Cell ended. Trish hadn't been on the card but she had been at the show. It was then she had made a decision that altered everything. Vince and Stephanie already knew and were surprisingly respecting her wishes in keeping all plans secret. They had also rewarded her in her request to once more be in the running for the Women's title. It hadn't been very hard to convince them as Elisha had apparently been working on them for a while to get the Canadian back into a contender position. They had been working through the roster at both ends until it came down to each of them bumping into one another. In two weeks they would face off at the next pay per view.

It was so on her mind when she walked into another arena that she didn't even notice someone in her path until she ran into them firmly and fell back against her butt, bag flying and headphones ripping from her ears. "Ow!" She muttered as she ran her hair back from her face to see who it was she had failed to notice. Her eyes came up to dark locks and a solid frame. A sinking feeling hit her hard as she recognized every hair on that head. It was one person she had been adamantly avoiding for weeks and she couldn't tell if he had been waiting for her or it'd all been happenstance. She quickly scrambled up to her feet and took hold of her bag without meeting his gaze or waiting for his assistance. She had to stay away from him or she might break. Before he had a chance to do anything she was walking away from him, boots clacking on tile with purpose.

She wasn't in the dressing room for long before a knock came and more dread hit her. She couldn't hide forever. She let go of a breath she had been holding and opened the door with intentions of telling Morrison off. Instead she stopped short in seeing Elisha sobbing in the doorway. "Elisha...Come....come in..." She said after gathering herself and wrapping an arm around her friend.

*

His mind had detiorated in the weeks since he had a beat down courtesy of Orton, Lesnar, and Morrison. It wasn't something he admitted as he didn't see it. He had been hellbent on defending himself so much he forgot everything else. It only became worse after he lost the gold. What little bit of himself remained had snapped off. Getting back the gold had consumed him and he didn't notice. He heard whispers and took lectures from his mother, but he truly listened to none of it. He forgot his girlfriend, his zest for life, even his fans. He only thought of one thing and that was why when Elisha walked out he didn't understand why. He was in a daze as he sat back on the bed and stared at the door in which she had just left out of. It wasn't connecting in his mind. What had just happened?

Posted by: starlight. Nov 11 2014, 08:11 AM
He had let her walk out the door without a word, without a second thought. Clearly she had meant so much to him that he wouldn't even fight her on leaving. As Trish opened the door, Elisha couldn't help but cry more as her suitcase trailed behind her and she moved into Trish's room. She could organise her own hotel room for the night, she didn't want to put Trish out too much, but she just needed someone. The door closed behind her and she found herself crying into Trish's shoulder. " He doesn't care!" She exclaimed, " He didn't even say anything." Elisha whimpered into her friends shoulder. God, she just couldn't even process who he had become. The man who she had left alone in the hotel room a few floors up was not the man she fell in love with, it was not the man she had pictured spending the rest of her life with. It was a complete stranger.

" I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go." She apologised, finally pulling herself together to at least stop crying. She hadn't really spoken much to Trish about what was going on, but it was completely obvious. She didn't need to say anything. Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, she ran a hand through her hair. " I just couldn't do it anymore. I don't even know who he has become." All the words just started spilling out, and she couldn't stop them. " He promised me this wouldn't happen. He promised that no matter what the gold wasn't the most precious thing in the world." Everyone had been right, her father, her mother, Steph and Paul. They'd all warned her about this. Now she wished she had listened.

" I tried so hard. But he wouldn't even look at me in there. I didn't even exist to him anymore!" The sad thing was she couldn't turn off her feelings, she couldn't stop loving him. That's what hurt the most. He had so easily stopped loving her. " I thought he was the one Trish, I thought that we were going to be together forever." It just sounded pathetic the more she said it out loud. " God, how could I have been so stupid?"

Posted by: yunalesca Nov 12 2014, 09:31 PM
If she had thought she was taken aback and confused before she definitely was now as her friend turned into the Canadian’s shoulder and cried while muttering things Trish knew nothing about. She stood rail straight for a moment as she tried processing what was happening before her arms wrapped around her friend as she worked to make sense of what was being said. It was obvious she had to be speaking about John, but this was clearly more than just a fight. She couldn’t say she could recall the last time, or the first time, the two of them had fought, but these tears were heavier than those of an angry woman. Trish felt her heart sinking before Elisha even spoke of what the Canadian feared had happened. She let her friend fall away to the edge of her bed, remaining standing as she was unsure of what kind of space Elisha needed at the moment. Her expression softened to one of remorse as she looked at the downcast version of her friend. She began to wonder if she had looked this way for a while or if it was just today. Had she been an awful friend in not noticing?

When the words came tumbling out, Trish couldn’t stop herself. She took up a seat next to the blonde, one arm coming around her in comfort. Talking was what she needed now so the Canadian didn’t interrupt. “You don’t need to be apologizing to me. If anything I should be to you, I haven’t exactly been the greatest friend lately.” She offered before her friend was pressing on. Trish took a slightly nervous breath as Elisha was breaking down again. She couldn’t say she could remember ever seeing her in this state and it pulled at her heartstrings. It made her remember the gut wrenching feeling that had torn through her when she learned that Chavo had been cheating. She didn’t think there was a feeling in the world that compared to that of betrayal or break up, she had to assume that this was a break up even though it hadn’t been explicitly stated. What else would make her friend talk like this or come to her door when she had been used to standing on her own two feet?

Trish felt herself go slightly rigid when Elisha spoke of how she had thought John had been the one she would marry. That was the one thing that made this all the more difficult. Trish hadn’t fantasized about marrying Chavo, but she did recall a draft of a future with Chris before it had all come down. She knew what this felt like and she wouldn’t wish it on anyone. She would rather take a physical beating then get back up afterwards. Emotional loss was something that took an extravagant amount of time to heal from. It put her in a difficult position as she tried to think of the best thing to say.

"You're not stupid. You weren't the only one who thought he would be the best thing for you. I helped get you two together, maybe I should have known better." She tried though there were other things she wanted to say. She was angry with John, but she recalled being in his state of mind. Were she in a relationship she may have been treating that person the same as John was treating Elisha. She wanted the gold and the only thing keeping her from being volatile was knowing her close friend currently held it. "The business changes people. He's been on top for so long hhe may have forgotten what its like to no longer be on a pedestal," she offered though she was worried her friend may take it as Trish defending the man who broke her heart.

"I know what this pain feels like, it can consume you and throw your whole life off track. Unfortunately you don't have that luxury. You are a champion and have to put on a face for everyone. Crying here is fine, I'll stay as long as you need me, but I don't want to see this rule your performance. There are people who would use this against you." She offered as something nagged at the back of her mind. She should tell Elisha now, but how could she confide in her friend when she was so clearly hurting? There wasn't much time left before Trish would walk out of the business forever, but she couldn't drop this on her friend now. There was only one way she could leave here with an empty head and it involved confronting John.

Posted by: starlight. Nov 12 2014, 10:55 PM
Her eyes burned from the tears that continued to fall no matter how hard she tried to stop them. " He was a completely different person." She mumbled, running a hand through her hair and taking a deep, shakey breath. Trish was right, she couldn't let this get to her when he was in the ring, and Elisha didn't plan on it. But right now all she wanted was the man she fell in love with to make it all better. The chances of that happening? Slim to none. " I told him to come find me if he ever decided to take a break from his ego." She let out a soft chuckle. " I said some pretty harsh things to him." There was no denying that, but she was angry. Angry over broken promises and dreams. Taking a deep breath, she wiped the tears of her running mascara with a sigh. This was going to hurt for a while.

" I shut off from the world." It's not like she wanted Trish to blame herself. " I thought I could fix it, I thought I could pull hi out of whatever hole he was in. But I couldn't. It was like he just pulled further and further into himself until no one else existed." At least she was trying to calm herself down. She knew she'd have to face her father about this at some point and knew he was going to be angry. No body hurt his little girl.

They'd spoken about futures, about children, where they'd live once they were done with the life. Serious life changing coversations, which now seemed mute. " Everyone warned me, even Steph told me to watch out. But I thought he was different, you know?" He had been a gentleman, and she could never fault him on any of that. But these days? The only person that existed in John Cena's mind was himself, and the title. " I know it's been a while, I know that he's probably forgotten what it feels like without the belt, but I didn't deserve to be treated that way. I coudn't sit there anymore and be treated like I didn't exist."

She had the biggest match of her career coming up against the woman she had just confided in. Her hopes of one day main eventing RAW were getting closer and closer. While her professional life was just beginning to soar, her personal life was in ruins. Her hopes and dreams for a future with the man of her dreams were crushed. " He promised me he'd never hurt me, that he'd never make me cry." And yet here she was, hurting and crying her eyes out over him. " I feel like everyone is just going to turn around and say 'I told you so' and then everyone else is going to say I used him as a stepping stone." She'd heard the rumours enough as it was. " I didn't. I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn't care if he had the gold or not. None of that mattered to me." Yet it seemed like that was all that mattered to him.

Posted by: yunalesca Nov 14 2014, 02:05 AM
The situation at hand was awkward if you thought about it considering Trish was working considerably hard to not take sides in this relationship conflict between her two friends, one of them holding the gold she so desperately wanted before her impending retirement. She, however, didn't think about it at the moment as her friend continued to inadvertantly break the Canadians heart with her feelings of betrayal and broken promises. After being on the receiving end of something similar how could she not take sides? Her hand rubbed over Elisha's arm until she grew quiet again and left room for Trish to speak. "There is no excuse for that behavior. I can only say from experience that I have some knowledge of what John is going through, I just never took it to extremes like this." She offered, trying to ride that middle line and failing miserably on the inside. She wanted to go and give John a slap to wake him up, but she couldnt with her friend still so upset and the fact Trish didn't really want her to know if she did interfere. She wasn't sure how the diva would take it and Trish didn't honestly know of her involvement would make things better or worse.

"As for everyone else, don't bother listening. They don't know him or you and don't have the right to even think of saying that to you. I feel guilt in helping things along with you two, not knowing this might happen. Men are assholes and unfortunately they don't acknowledge it most of the time. I never expected this from John so I can't see how anyone else could have either. They made an assumption based on past title holders; sadly John happened to prove them right." She tried to comfort in the best way possible. She wasn't even going to touch the subject of Stepha is saying anything about relationships. Everyone knew there was bad blood there and Trish didn't need to bring it up now.

"You did the right thing in walking out. Letting it go on just reinforces the behavior. the best thing you could have done was separate yourself from the situation before you were hurt any further. Either way it feels like someone ripped your heart from your chest, but at least this way you were the one in charge, you made the call." She finished finally, gently pulling Elisha in for a hug. She knew this was hardly the best way to comfort a person, but Trish tried not to be the person to put someone else down to make another feel better. Often her sisters had called her exes 'dirtbags' and far fowler names, but it never truly made her feel better. Besides, if Elisha and John managed to Gert back on track she didn't want a slip of the tongue to come up in an argument later on. She was careful about what she said and did these days. She had been burned enough in the past. "Have you arranged for a room? Or would you be up for a possibly awkward pajama party?" She said with a slight laugh. She and Elisha would hardly call it awkward, but she was sure it would confuse the hell out of other people. On the road to facing off with someone you generally didn't share the same room.

Posted by: starlight. Nov 16 2014, 08:02 AM
" Are you sure? I can just organise a room." But she knew that Trish wouldn't let her be alone tonight. It wasn't like Elisha had slept by herself in a while. Her and John had very rarely been separated on the road. " Would you mind if I take a shower, I just need to relax." It was the only place where she could, she'd be alone with her own thoughts and as much as that scared her, she knew it had to happen. Even if it made her cry more, it was healthier for her mind. She pulled out some pyjama shorts and a yoga crop before disappearing into the bathroom. Once she closed the door behind her, Elisha stood looking at herself in the mirror for what felt like hours. The last thing she wanted was for people to think that she was at the lowest of her low. For all intents and purposes she was going to be fine. No one needed to ask any more questions. The only answer anyone would get would be 'I'm fine.'

After what felt like the longest shower in the world, Elisha reemerged - damp blonde hair, no make up and red, tired cried out eyes. She couldn't cry any more tonight. Lying back on the bed next to Trish, she stared at the ceiling for a moment. " He probably doesn't even care that I've left." That hurt, just that one singular thought alone hurt. " God, I'm sorry." She apologised. " This is the last thing you need to hear." Elisha wasn't the kind of person who liked laying her problems on other people. She liked to be able to deal with them on her own. But this? There was no way she could do it by herself. There was too much built up problems, too many grievances. Her and John never fought, they always talked through things but sometimes she wished that she'd just been able to yell and scream about things for a little while. " Do you know he hardly watched my matches? I never missed one of his, and he can count on one hand how many he watched." And that wasn't in the past month, that was their whole relationship. " The more I look at things, the more I realise he always put his career and needs ahead of me." It might not have been true but that was how she felt about it all.

" So anyway, I'm glad to see you managed to ditch JoMo." She teased, laughing slightly. " He didn't even make a great handbag." Elisha giggled. " But seriously, he wasn't your person. You know? He wasn't your lobster." Elisha looked across at the blank stare Trish was giving her. " Once a lobster finds its perfect mate, it never leaves it. They're together forever."

Posted by: yunalesca Nov 17 2014, 08:38 AM
Trish only offered her friend a nod in giving her permission to shower. She really didn’t know what more to say at this point as she was well aware that the most healing Elisha would happen to do would be on her own with her own thoughts. The Canadian would stand by her side through it, but she still had intentions of giving John a good hit to jar him back into reality. She had become a cold and ruthless person when Chris had spurned her those years ago and she hadn’t been given that wake up call before it was too late. Despite all that had happened between her and Chris she still felt on some days that going their separate ways and her constant push to hurt him had been a mistake. She didn’t have the opportunity to save it any longer, but she felt with the right words and actions she could salvage this relationship her friend had before it was too late for them. John needed her more than Elisha ever needed him, she just didn’t think either of them saw that now. So the time her friend was in the shower left Trish the opportunity to devise how to go about this. She had to be careful as she didn’t want Elisha to know she interfered and it felt like that may be more difficult now. She would need someone to stand by her and would notice when Trish suddenly disappeared.

Once her friend re-appeared in simple clothing the Canadian was confident enough in her plan to jostle John (it may come after she throttled him). She offered a smile to Elisha as she zipped up her travel bag after having pulled a faded blue slub sweater over her tank top. She sat on the bed next to her friend and gave her a half smirk as she spoke of Morrison. She had been avoiding him strategically ever since he had done the run in on John's match. She didn't want to get involved in that drama though it seemed she was going to get sucked into some anyhow. She supposed it came with the territory of being friends. She did have reason to pause and raise her brow as Elisha, seemingly out of nowhere, began talking about lobsters. "I can't say I knew that. I might have gone with a swan when explaining that. Far more attractive in thought than a crustacean." She offered and couldn't help but remember her thoughts on Chris. She had no time or reason to think back on what may have been for them if things hadn't gone south. She would never know now and it was likely best to keep it that way.

-

Luckily Trish had booked a California King suite, a little indulgence, otherwise she may have had issues sleeping in the same bed with her friend. She had been prone to kicking, but luckily the movements had never reached the Canadian as the bed was significantly large and was spacious enough for both of them to spread out without being on the edge about to fall off.

Thanks to a finely tuned internal clock she was able to get up well before Elisha would think to rise. She had watched her friend set her alarm to ensure she would not be going out as the girl was waking up. She didn't want to be caught going to make a confrontation, after all. In case the blonde managed to wake while her suitemate was out, Trish opted to scribble a note about getting breakfast. She wasn’t sure if the hotel served it at 5am, but she was pretty sure by the time Elisha woke it would be time for it.

Trish quietly slipped on sneakers, brushed her jean bottoms over them, and exited the hotel room with her phone and key card stuck in her back pocket. She hoped to not be gone long and not need anything else. If things went accordingly she would be back before her friend woke.

*

She had been waiting just inside the door to the small gym for some time before it opened and John was inside, completely oblivious to her presence until he looked in the mirror and saw her. She uncrossed her arms and approached him with purpose. Before he could utter a word her hand came hard across his face. He staggered slightly before looking down at her with some anger reflecting in his eyes and yet she still didn’t move from her spot. “You don’t intimidate me, John.” She said before crossing her arms over her chest again to herself from hitting him once more. “That was me giving you a wake up call.”

“Last I checked I wasn’t dreaming.”

“Shut up. You’re going to lose the one real thing you have over something that is imaginary,” she started and saw a flash of confusion cross his face, making her sigh. “That title you want so badly, it won’t be there when you retire or you’re out injured and don’t have a soul in the world to turn to. I’m telling you, don’t make the mistakes I did. I chose this fragmented ‘glory’ and ‘payback’ over something that could have completed me.” She spoke harshly, feeling bitterness in her heart over the decisions she had foolishly made those years ago. She couldn’t help but want to make sure her friend didn’t do the same. “I’m retiring in three weeks and I don’t have anyone to return home to, John. Don’t do that to yourself.” She admitted to him, the only soul she had told outside of Vince and her family. She didn’t stay to see his face or to hear what he had to say in return. She had said what she came to say and could do no more. She didn’t want to hear him ask ‘why’ or beg for her to stay. Her time was over and she knew it. If the last thing she did was use that to steer him back to his rightful path then that would be fulfillment enough for her.

Posted by: starlight. Nov 17 2014, 09:10 PM
It had been the worst night sleep Elisha could remember. She felt sorry for Trish, the Texan probably kept her up all night with her restlessness. She didn't even hear Trish get up and leave at whatever ungodly hour it was. She was in a deep sleep, her eyes had clearly been so tired from all the crying that they needed a rest. The next day hadn't been any easier, after thanking her friend profusely for putting up for the night, she went about her day training and heading to the meetings she was required for. If she ws honest she'd kept herself together for the whole day until she sat down for a dinner with her father and she cried like a baby. But there was nothing a hug from her father couldn't fix. In hindsight, it probably hadn't been a good idea. John Cena had a world of pain coming if he wasn't careful, Shawn knew people in high places who had promised to make sure that should this happen, he wasn't going to have an easy road ahead. Not that Shawn had ever told his daughter that. He'd protect her as best he could.

*

A couple of weeks had passed and Elisha had been taking no prisoners in the ring. All the hurt she was feeling on the inside, all the anger - she had been taking it out on her opponents. It was a strange kind of therapy, even if she cried herself to sleep every other night. The tears had flown even more when she had been told of Trish's retirement after the PPV. Her closest friend on the road was hanging up her boots, it felt like she had no one. But, she understood and didn't even try to talk Trish out of it. She was just honoured that the Canadian's last match would be with her. In true WWE style, once the announcement had been made internally a huge party was thrown. Whatever city they were in, the bosses had found an appropriate venue to fit everyone.

Of course Elisha was going, and she'd do her best to avoid any kind of contact with her ex-boyfriend. She hadn't seen him around the halls, and had managed to get on separate flights. So far not seeing him was making it hurt less. Or, well, she kept telling herself that to get through the days. But, this was Trish's retirement party, and there was no chance that the blonde was missing it. She'd pulled on a simple, figure hugging black dress with some black heels and pulled her hair back into a sleek high-ponytail. She had people to impress - people who had broken her heart. She'd left the hotel with a group of Diva's, really she couldn't fault them. All of them had been great but she had been careful. Elisha hadn't confided in anyone but Trish, and she hadn't told them anything, people had made their own assumptions but she'd kept quiet. Of course those girls would use it against her when they could. They were all gold hungry hoe bags.

People were already at the party when she arrived. Of course, she had gone and given Trish the biggest hug possible, with a huge smile on her face. Maybe her friend could finally get that yoga studio up and running that she had been talking about for as long as she could remember. She had found a quiet corner to talk to a couple of the girls, a glass of water and a smile on her face as she did so. There was no way she was going to let him know how much she was hurting - although if it was the John she had fallen in love with, he was going to see right through the fake smile and laugh. But then, they wouldn't be in this situation if it was him.

*

He'd heard on the grapevine that his favourite Diva in the world was retiring. He had heard the announcement via email, and gotten the details of the party. There was no chance that he was missing this. He'd flown hours to make sure he got there on time. He didn't want to make a huge entrance, this wasn't his party after all. But he'd snuck in behind a couple of the rookies, and scanned the room looking for the now brunette diva. He wasn't sure how Trish was going to react to him being here, but he couldn't miss it.

He kept in the shadows for a few moments until he saw the opportune moment. When John Morrison was taking the opportunity to chat to the diva, he casually strolled across the floor and clapped a hand on the mid-carders back. It was almost all that needed to be said, as the smile on Chris Jericho's face practically screamed for him to move. No doubt the guy was going to bring it up with him later, but there was alot of things that Y2J had to say to the kid and none of them were pleasant.

Finally when they were alone, he gave Trish a genuine smile, clearing his throat. " I heard someone was hanging up their boots...."

[Yunalesca]

Posted by: yunalesca Nov 18 2014, 10:30 PM
Time was not something Trish had a whole lot of and it steadily slipped through her fingers like grains of sand until finally the announcement of her retirement came. Surprisingly the McMahons had given her time to make the announcement on Raw and do an interview for .com so the fans could understand why. She wanted to feel like it was their way of burying the hatchet with her, though she still watched her back in the following weeks after. She knew she had been the face of the Women's division and brought a whole new generation of strong women into the industry, but she couldn't allow herself to forget the years of rivalry with herself and Stephanie. She thanked her for allowing her to give the fans something, but she was cautious through it all. And yet with all her carefulness she hadn't been able to keep herself from shedding a few tears when she told the crowd in Safeco Field. People said 'end of an era' when she felt like it was the end of a lifetime. The worst part of it all had been her inability to tell her friend and competitor until moments before she took the curtain. She remembered the look on Elisha's face and it nearly killed her each time. She thought it was a joke at first and upon realizing it wasn't she had allowed herself a sob. Trish was ted nothing more than to change her mind and stay, but she couldn't find it within herself to stay just to make her friend happy. It was her time.

She was thinking about this now as she looked over at her friend mingling with party guests and seemingly enjoying herself. Trish's eyes lowered to follow the trail her finger was leaving around the rim of the champagne glass she had been given some time ago. She knew this was a celebration of her career but she felt awkward in her dress www.newyorkdress.com/Tony_Bowls/114538.html and the crowd of familiar faces she wouldn't see again. She didn't feel like she needed to be celebrated or thrown a party in the grand hall of the local hotel. She had just pursued a dream, nothing more.

She found her eyes coming up as someone approached her, someone she had been avoiding until now. She managed to offer Morrison a smile as he greeted her and spoke lightly of what she would do now. She had plans, but it was difficult to divulge everything after how abruptly things had changed between th!m. They might have been something and now they would be nothing more than acquaintances.

With her attention focused on Morrison she hadn't noticed the arrival of the one person she had not expected in a million years. When Chris stepped into the picture and ushered Morrison away with a simple pat she felt her heart skip a beat and her cheeks flush. "You heard correctly," she responded coolly though she felt anything but at the moment. She felt herself sweat slightly at his nearness, memories surfacing of the times they'd had and the times she'd wished they had. "You traveled a long way for a party. Did you notice someone on the guest list you liked?" She pried slightly, her demeanor still relaxed and playful despite the blood running hot in her veins.

*

John hadn't been sure he should attend the farewell gala for Trish at first after the way she had struck him and knowing his ex girlfriend would be there, but as he sat alone in his room the evening before he knew he had to go. It had been weeks since the Canadian had confronted him and therefore plenty of thoughts had crossed his mind since then. At first he was angry that she felt the need to get involved but eventually it turned into an understanding, albeit it had been slow to come. He looked back on what he had done and what Trish could have meant when she spoke to him. I'm going home alone she had said and eventually that was what struck him. She was going to retire alone because of her want to punish someone who had hurt her. It had consumed her and he was hardly different from that version of her. Instead of punishing Lesnar he had punished Elisha and eventually lost her.

So it was with a great swallow of pride he showed up to the gala in dress clothes and hung back from the crowd. A few men talked with him, but he hardly heard what they said as he sipped on his whiskey and watched the door for the one person he truly came to see. He had been wrong in hurting her and he hoped he could formulate the right words to make her see he knew it. She was apt to not listen to a word, but he had to try.

When she entered, at last, in that little black number he felt himself pause. His heart stopped, his thoughts slowed, his eyes were drawn to each detail of her. She was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to him and he left it walk away. "Excuse me," he said lightly to Christian who didn't object once seeing who it was John's attention was focused on. He moved through the crowd slowly without his eyes ever leaving her as she moved away from Trish and spoke with other people. When he finally came close he could see her tensing, already knowing he was coming without sparing him a glance. She wanted nothing to do with him, but he wasn't about to give up so easily. He would take a verbal lashing from her if only it meant he could get a word in to let her know he had been wrong. "May we speak outside?" He asked gently of her when she finally flicked her eyes to him. He expected nothing from her though he hoped for everything.

Posted by: starlight. Nov 18 2014, 11:26 PM
She looked stunning, as always. Still she had that sparkle in her eye and that twinkle in her grin. How could he ever forget that? " What's an eight hour flight?" He asked with a smile. She had always been important to him, always. No matter what people said or assumed, he knew what he felt on the inside. " Yeah, I'm not sure if you know her. She's a kick ass brunette with a whole heap of attitude to match." Chris's eyes scanned the room, there was no doubt the pestering from Elisha had helped him get here. He could tell it had been her that pushed Steph to even send him the email. Sure, he would have seen it on .com, but he doubted he would have gotten an invite to this party.

" I'm not sure if you know her. I thought I had lost her for a while, I was really worried she'd turned into a big softy." He teased, sipping from the beer in his hand. He could understand how hard it had been to make the decision. Even if he wasn't officially retired, he could hardly say he was on the road. Wrestling had been his life and the only reason he didn't officially retire was because he didn't want to go home to an empty house. But that was his own fault, he had been the one to ruin it all.Him and his ego. The amount of times he regretted it, he'd be rich if those thoughts were worth a dollar.

" So, going to finally open up that yoga studio you've been talking about for years?" He asked her curiously. He remembered. He remembered everything that they had spoken about. How could he forget? He like everyone in the room watched momentarily as Cena approached Elisha, turning his attention back to Trish he smiled. " You don't need me to tell you how well you've done here Trish and how many people are going to miss you." He might have be hundreds of miles away, but he missed her all the same.

*

If she was honest, she was surprised that he had pulled himself away from the gym and decided to attend Trish's farewell. She'd tried not to notice him, to not steal the occasional glance in his direction- but she couldn't help it. She had been discussing the finer points of a television show with a couple of the girls when she noticed him approach. There was no doubt about it, she felt her guard go up and her muscles tense. This wasn't the place to publically get into anything, nor the approrpiate time. This was a retirement party after all. Her eyes connected with him and he spoke, and for a brief moment she forgot how to speak. Clearing her throat, she gave a small nod. " Sure." Politely, she excused herself, and followed him out to a quiet balcony. There was no doubt she could feel people's eyes following them. Her fathers most definetly watched as they disappeared out of sight.

Her arms crossed around herself and she stood as far away as she possibly could from him. She kept her eyes on the floor, not wanting to look him in the eye - almost too scared to hear what he had to say. Was he going to apologise? Did he even know what he had done? She cleared her throat again, and finally looked up at him. Her eyes looking glassy, as she already felt the tears starting to well. No. She couldn't cry. Not this time. This time she had to be strong.

She wasn't sure she could do it. Listen to everything he had to say and stand there and not break. Inside they were surrounded by everyone they worked with, travelled with. She turned to look out at the view they had - it was completely dark, save for some street lights. " Should probably make this quick." She mumbled. This probably wasn't the right place to be doing it, but he'd been polite enough to ask. If she was honest, she still had alot to say to him. They certainly had unfinished business, she wanted to yell and scream about how much he'd hurt her - because then maybe if she yelled enough he'd understand that her wounds weren't healing.

Posted by: yunalesca Nov 19 2014, 08:40 AM
She couldn’t help but dip her face toward the curl of her brown hair swooped over her left shoulder at his confession of wanting to see her. She felt a flutter in her chest and fought hard to hide a smile. She still liked Chris, but she wasn’t about to let him get a range of reactions out of her. She remembered him as the charmer and it was more fun to make him work for anything from her. Some part of her wanted to ask him how he had come to be invited, but most of her decided that it didn’t matter. All that was important to her at the moment was that he had come and had done so to see her. She never would have thought he would do that considering their history, but it had been many years since then and after all, she still felt something for him despite the bitter way in which they had last left each other. Don’t think of that now she thought before looking back at him with a little more light in her eyes.

“It’s in my plans. There’s a lot of work to be done still, but I think I have a good start and a few partners willing to help out.” She offered, keeping it short and sweet as she didn’t know all the variables just yet and didn’t particularly feel like talking in depth about it. She was curious about Chris and what he’d been doing, though she was still working out how to ask him without being so obvious. She liked to play coy even though they had been around each other long enough to know how blunt and open she could be. In an effort to get her brain to think of something she took a sip of champagne, the liquid beginning to become room temperature due to her lack of attention on it.

The shock came once more when Chris seemed to read her mind and remarked on all she had done while she had been a part of the WWE family. She smiled as she tore her gaze from him to look around the room filled with people. She supposed that maybe she had made some sort of impact, though she wouldn’t put it on her resume. So many people had come here to congratulate her and she hadn’t felt she had touched their lives in the way they were explaining to her. She was always putting in her best effort to remain humble. “And what about you, did you miss me?” She said abruptly, quietly. It wasn’t something she had thought she would ask so outright considering she had been working to be careful with the conversation, but once it was out she felt relief. She looked at him and only him, her gaze innocent and open like the first time she had been with him. She knew what she wanted to hear, but would hardly fault him if it didn’t come out. It had been many years and the both of them had changed in that time.

*

He felt a glimmer of hope go through him as she quietly agreed to accompany him out to the private balcony off the hall to talk, though he didn’t let it reflect on his face. He knew he hadn’t earned the right to feel any pleasure from anything she did. With great effort he gathered his composure and calmed himself before he let himself face her. He could almost feel the quivering inside her and it hurt him to know it wasn’t one of excitement. He had hurt her in a way he wasn’t sure she’d been hurt before. He hated that it had taken him this long to realize it, but all he could hope to do at this point is try to mend it. He wouldn’t give her promises and he wouldn’t beg, whatever happened from here would be her decision and he would let her make it without guilt. He swallowed heavily before letting himself finally speak. “You look amazing…” He started, then winced and looked away for a moment. It was hardly a way to start this. He was nervous and it was a strange feeling for him. He took a breath and started anew.

“Nothing I say can possibly take back the pain I’ve caused you, but I came here to try to get it out anyway.” He started with care. He knew this was hardly the time or place for any of this, but he didn’t know if he would get the chance ever again. “Everything I did was wrong. I was obsessed with something that wasn’t even real when you were the only thing I should have been devoting my everything to. You endured it for too long and looking back to it I feel shame. You deserve more, you deserve the best any man can give. I took advantage of the love you offered and didn’t give it in return in that time. I apologize, I’m sorry a million times over though that doesn’t cover it or excuse the behavior. I didn’t think I would come here tonight because I didn’t want to hurt you any further, but I came so I could tell you this.” He paused to catch his breath and wrap himself in a shell so she couldn’t see how he was breaking just thinking about what he was about to say. He didn’t want her to feel obligations in any decision she made so it had to be said. “I wanted to give you the closure so you wouldn’t hurt anymore.” He finished softly, barely able to look at her as he said it.

Posted by: starlight. Nov 19 2014, 06:20 PM
Had he missed her? Of course. Every damn day. It felt like this was his last opportunity to see her. Even if it wasn't, talent always crossed eachother's paths. But the two of them? It was different. " Every day." He told her honestly with a small smile. " Why else would I fly eight hours across the country? The thought of never seeing you again, or never crossing paths was too much to handle." Now was a better time than ever to be honest with her. It'd been years but it didn't mean he had turned his feelings for her off. Even with everything that happened, there was that small part of him that held some hope. Who would have thought, Chris Jericho - the hopeless romantic.

What felt like an eternity of silence, he cleared his throat once more and looked around the room. " You know, no one is ever going to forget you right?" It'd always been his biggest fear, that he'd disappear from the road and no one would remember anything that he had done. Even if he was the first undisputed champion of the world, it still made him feel uneasy. " I mean, I know you, and I know you always stay humble but you need to remember what you've done, what you've accomplished. Most the women in this room wouldn't be standing here if it wasn't for you." He reminded her. She'd set the tone for the division, and it was something he wanted her to be proud of.

He took another sip from his lukewarm beer and grinned. " So what did I miss?" He asked her curiously with a grin. " Come on, you can't tell me that there's been nothing going on backstage." He was always one to want to know about everyone elses business. " I've been here two hours and I know that whatever situation that's going on outside isn't exactly rainbows and lollipops." He'd seen that look that was written on Elisha's face years ago on the woman that was standing next to him. It was nothing but hurt and betrayal, something that couldn't be fixed overnight.

*

Every word he spoke felt like it was hitting her like a ton of bricks. It wasn't making her feel better. It wasn't soothing her, it wasn't making her feel like this was ever going to fix itself. Elisha knew where she'd rather be right now, than standing across the balcony from him trying not to break down completely. She wanted to be in his arms feeling safe, feeling like everything was going to be okay. But right now, it felt like it was never going to be okay. Sure, it was nice to know he was hurting, maybe not as much as her, but on some level but it didn't make her feel like this was ever going to repair. She kept her eyes on her suede stilettos, strategically wiping away a stray tear that fell down her cheek. " If you think that I'm going to stop hurting, that I'm going to get closure you're wrong." She finally spoke her voice shakey as she struggled to string her words together. " I don't want full devotion, I'm not stupid I know what this business requires, all I want is to feel like you love me." The demands of the road, and the job that they had were obvious but was it too much to expect to feel loved?

Finally she looked over at him, her eyes meeting his for what felt like the first time in forever. There was no doubt that Elisha looked like a broken woman, he was the only one that could fix it. " I don't want anyone else, John." She told him honestly. They were the only words she could get out before she felt herself breaking again. It was time to go before she made a fool of herself. Keeping her head down she moved back into the party, only to scan the room quickly to make sure Trish was okay. Pushing past people who tried to stop to talk to her, she left the party quickly and hightailed it to the lift - the tears started to fall down her face once more as she just tried to escape, pressing the lift button over and over as she waited impatiently for it to reach the lobby.

Posted by: yunalesca Nov 20 2014, 02:53 AM
The weight that had been pressing down on her chest made her feel like she was going to faint until at last Chris answered her. She let go of the breath she had been holding and the weight lifted with it. She felt giddy and like a little girl again as she laughed softly, nervously before turning her head sidewise while she blushed. She had been waiting a long time to hear Chris say that and now she couldn't find the words to return to him. He had to see how it made her feel. There were just some things a girl didn't need to say to a guy, he could see it written all over them from body language to facial expression. She brought her face back to him and her eyes were warmer, more life filled as she looked at him with possibility. Never had she thought a flame would be rekindled at this party, but it was. She was not about to act in haste, however.

She sipped her champagne during their silence,each lost to their own thoughts before Chris finally broke it with attempts at flattery. All he said was true, she knew that, but she never once prided herself on having an indulgence for her ego and that wouldn't change. "I know I did a lot, I did more than I ever thought I would. I guess this hasn't quite sunk in for me yet. This has been such a big part of my life for so long I can't seem to bring myself to believe it'll be over." She said as she turned her gaze to the room again.

When he began digging for information on John and Elisha she held a smirk behind her glass before drinking again. He had always been the nosy type, that she had forgotten. "John made the mistake a lot of us have made and he paid for it with the girl he should have never let go." Was all she said and couldn't help but feel that resemblance again. Just as she was setting her empty glass down she saw Elisha moving quickly through the crowd with her head ducked, John in hot pursuit not far behind. Immediately Trish's eyes flicked to Shawn standing not far away, already tensing to move in front of Johns path. She put up a finger to Chris to tell him 'a moment' before she slid through the crowd and looped her arm through Shawn's, steering him away from his intended path. "Ah ah ah, its my party and I want you to leave them alone. You remember Chris? Wouldn't it be nice to catch up," she said the last part away from his ear as she released him finally with a cheeky grin at Jericho.

*

He wasn't sure what it was he expected, maybe a slap or a nice 'fuck off', but to hear her tell him she only ever wanted him had him floored. He felt his mouth turn dry and his world slow down as she turned from him and stalked her way across the ballroom toward the exit. He was so shocked that for a moment he did nothing, but then he remembered what was going on and how he felt about this woman. Quickly he turned and followed after her, sliding through the crowd with gruff 'excuse me's' out of politeness. He never saw Shawn making a beeline for him or Trish stopping him before he could succeed, all he saw was a flash of Elisha's black dress as it was out the door.

Once he was free of the ballroom he looked for her, listened for the clack of her heels on the marble floor. Finally he heard a finger pressing rapidly at the elevator call button and he sprinted toward the sound. He arrived just as she was stepping inside and hitting the close button. He wouldn't have it end this way even though he knew he deserved it. His hand slammed against the elevator door to keep it from closing and he looked at her with intense game. "I let you walk away without an attempt to convince you otherwise, I'm not letting it happen again." He said knowing he probably sounded threatening, but with all the emotion balled up in him he didn't know how else to say it.

He stepped in the elevator before she could stop hhim, though he kept his distance so she wouldn't feel threatened. "I love you, I've always loved you. I don't know what else to say to make you see I own my mistakes and I still want you ion my life. I didn't want to say it because I knew it would hurt you, but I can't leave it unsaid if you're really walking away for good. You have to know that hasn't changed," he said dramatically and with exasperation. He was running out of energy and pretty words at the same time. He wanted to give her some speech she would remember and love, but he couldn't formulate it in his mind. All he wanted to do was grab her and kiss her, but he knew that wouldn't make it all right. "Go ahead, kick me in the balls, scream at me, do whatever it is you've wanted to do since you left that day. I deserve all of it and I don't deserve you, but know that I need and want you. I've never been reduced to begging, but I will get on my hands and knees if that's what it takes to get you to consider trying this again." He said with the last bit of air in his lungs. He didn't know what else to say and didn't know what she would do, but he was satisfied he at least had the chance to go after her like he should have before.

Posted by: starlight. Nov 20 2014, 08:56 AM
Well that was a story that he knew all too well. He’d lost the best woman in his life, he’d just let her go through a series of fuck ups and betrayals. He was standing right next to her, but it’d been too long since he could say he’d seen her. Or at least look at him in that way. It had been years of hurt, years of seeing her broken heart written all over her face. It’d been a factor in him taking a break, it had been getting far too hard for him to look her in the eyes anymore and pretend like he didn’t regret it. He regretted hurting Trish every day since. His eyes followed Trish’s gaze to the two fleeing wrestlers, he was nosy but he also knew when to stay out of it, and when he knew to leave it to the ones who had been involved.

Within moments, he was getting ready to witness the best family throw down he’d seen in years before Trish intervened and moments later he was standing infant of Shawn Michaels, matching Trish’s cheeky grin. “ Nice hat.” He said with a wide smile, chuckling somewhat. Trying to keep Papa Michaels entertained for as long as he thought a declaration of love would take, he clapped the man on the shoulder and guided him back towards Paul and the bosses. He turned, looking over at Trish and pointing at her. “ Don’t you tell me I’m the nosy one!” He laughed. “ That was really smooth Stratus, where’d you learn such moves?” Chris teased. It was good to be able to laugh with her after so long.

*

The lift doors finally opened and she stepped inside, expecting to be alone and have a moment to just cry her eyes out. The last thing she ever expected was to see John’s hand stopping the lift door. He hadn’t come after her the first time, why would he come after her now? The door closed behind him and the two of them were in the lift alone. Trying to hold herself together while he just threw words at her. It was hard to process it all. Elisha just stared at him, listening as he sounded exasperated. She’d cried so much over losing him that she hadn’t even thought about what she’d do if this happened. She had just assumed that he wouldn’t come after her and they were done.

He said he needed her, wanted her and loved her. It was all she had wanted to hear for what seemed like forever. All she wanted to do was kiss him. She wanted him to hold her close and make her feel like it was all going to be okay. She could most definitely forgive, they could move forward but things would be different. Perhaps for the better. As he finished speaking, she stared at him, trying to find the right words to say, but nothing came out. Her hand slammed on the stop button of the lift, and in one swift moment she has moved closer to him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. That said everything she wanted to say, right?

Posted by: yunalesca Nov 20 2014, 09:26 PM
Trish shot another grin at Chris as he unloaded Shawn onto the bosses, awkward as that could be. "I have a streak, it just doesn't come out as much. I have an image to uphold and all," she joked before she glanced over her shoulder. Neither John nor Elisha had returned which could be good or bad depending on whether Elisha was taking everything out on John. She turned her attention back around, she had done all she could do for them which left her to enjoy the party for herself.

"So you haven't told me about what you've been doing. I'm sure Europe was fun," she asked, slipping up and letting him know she had actually been following his music and where he went. It had been a recent venture as she had thought about him more and more. She had distracted herself with Morrison, but her heart knew who made her happy.

***


He may have been preparing to be kicked between the legs, lord knew he deserved it, but when her lips pressed gently to his he was shocked. He stopped breathing and closed his eyes, then reopened them to make sure he was indeed awake. When she didn't step away he very carefully wrapped his arms around her small frame and pulled her into him. Given she didn't object he ventured a little further and silently asked for her to open her mouth to him. He wanted to kiss her like she deserved to be kissed. Being chaste wasn't enough even as he chained himself to be gentle with her. He felt this was her forgiveness, but he could t be sure. Women confused the male species and this moment was no exception.

He kissed her slowly and gently, still waiting for her to hit him or tell him he was dreaming. He had forgotten what she tasted like or how she could melt into him. Why he ever imagined he could do anything without her he didn't know. She completed him and he wasn't going to let her go ever again.

As he felt his kiss growing a little heated he made himself stop out of respect for her. If he weren't careful he may lose himself in her and begin tearing her dress off to consummate their discussion. He wouldn't, though. He wouldn't start this over in that way. "Just to be clear, that wasn't a farewell kiss, was it?" He asked with her still in his arms.

Posted by: starlight. Nov 20 2014, 10:20 PM
He hadn't expected Trish to have known where he'd been and what he'd been up to. It was nice to know, even if she was being coy about it. " It was amazing. The crowds there are something different." He wouldn't think too hard or too much on it. Hell, he had kept an eye on her while he'd been away. He'd seen what Mickie was doing, Morrison trying to get ahead, and everything else in between. The amount of times he wanted to jump through the television screen and help her, or cradle her to make sure she was okay was more than he could count on his fingers. " But now that Europe is done, and Fozzy is taking a break, it looks like I might be sticking around here."

Typical, the woman he adored was deciding to retire and he was returning to the ring. " I mean, you've seen the promos airing." He winked. The 'Save Us' promos has been him. So far the internet chatter hadn't bought up his name so he was safe so far. The fans would go nuts. He'd been trying to train as much as he could on the road but it had been a struggle. Not that he was out of shape - hardly. But he certainly wasn't in tip top condition. " I'm going to need some help getting back into shape." He admitted. " Haven't even been in a practice ring in months." It might have even beer a year. He had only a few more weeks till he needed to be ring ready, this would most definetly be his last beer.

*

It'd been so long since she'd felt his lips against hers, since anyone had kissed her like that. She'd forgotten what it felt like. Finally she pulled away aas he did, glancing up at him and letting out a laugh. " Did you want it to be?" She asked with a girlish giggle. It was the first time she'd genuinely laughed and smiled in weeks. She was never going to let him live down the fact that he offered to beg for her. Casually she pressed the button on the lift to start it again, it stopping after a few floors. " Well, this is my foor." She said, as she stepped out. " I mean, you're more than welcome to join but I was planning on spending the rest of my evening crying my eyes out and watching terrible movies." She hoped her plans had changed and she wouldn't be alone for the night, even if it was just to hold her. She'd just missed him.

The playful smile on her face didn't match the tear streaked make up, but her heart was beginning to feel a lot more whole. Never did she want to feel like that again. Elisha had no idea how she was going to explain this to her dad, but she'd leave that till morning. You only got a chance to make the mistake once, she just hoped and prayed that John wasn't playing her.

Posted by: yunalesca Nov 21 2014, 08:46 AM
Trish raised a brow as Chris informed her who exactly was behind the ‘break the code’ trons that had been popping up randomly throughout the broadcasts. She hadn’t ever considered they belonged to him, though it was very much his style. She had to admit that at first she had wondered if they were one of Dwayne’s little tricks, but after hearing the truth now she only laughed at herself. He had become the movie star he wanted to be and if he wanted to come back he wouldn’t be doing it in code. Dwayne would just show up and say he wanted a segment and he would get it. “Well you spoiled the surprise. I was looking forward to meeting a new superstar,” she whispered in his ear before drawing back with a smile. Her hand went out to a waiter’s tray to pluck another champagne glass from it. With Chris here she felt a little more relaxed and apt to indulge. She had only intended on nursing the one glass throughout the night as she remembered the last time she had drank too much. She had gone out and made a fool of herself in kissing Morrison.

Her eyes roamed over the crowd to see him off by the bar chatting with another wrestler and she felt a rush of heat come to her cheeks. That was one thing she didn’t really want Chris to know about for some reason or another. He had to know she had been with Chavo, but something about him hearing she had thought of trying anything with Morrison made her feel like she had made a mistake. Chris was nothing and yet she valued his opinion of her more than she expected she would.

When Chris spoke of getting back in the ring her attention was brought back and she smirked behind her champagne. “Don’t look at me, I’m in the business of yoga now.” She said before her attention was drawn to the door as John stepped back into the party not looking very worse for wear. “Let’s see if everyone can play nice,” she said under her breath to Chris as she waited to see Shawn notice the return of enemy number one.

*

A breath he didn’t know he’d been holding was released when a part of her returned and she was girlishly toying with him again. He grinned down at her, though it was more of a look of relief than of play. He wasn’t a mind reader and really hadn’t known if she was just giving one last good kiss goodbye. It was the ending he wouldn’t be too surprised to see, but it seemed it would not be happening. So he continued to hold her until they reached her floor. He didn’t want to let her go, but they couldn’t stay in the elevator all night either. With reluctance he let her go and she stepped out of the elevator while he held the door. He wanted nothing more than to follow her, but something warned him in the back of his mind. He couldn’t just jump back in like nothing had happened. He wanted to feel like he earned the opportunity to be by her side and that would mean things would have to be taken slow again. He would be careful to not force himself on her, to question every step she wanted to take forward to be sure she was ready. He wasn’t thinking like a normal man in doing this, but he wanted to protect her from himself.

“How about we watch terrible movies together minus the crying…unless it’s The Notebook. That always makes me cry.” He joked with her before standing a little taller. “I should make a short appearance downstairs so your dad doesn’t come looking for me. I’ll be back by the time you’re in your PJ’s.” He promised with a warm smile and wink before letting the elevator doors close and he hit the main floor button. It was hard to make himself go back down to Trish’s party when he wanted to go straight to Elisha’s room with her, but the last thing he wanted was Shawn finding them together in her room and threatening to kill him. He knew he was going to get a verbal lashing at some point, but he didn’t want it to be in front of his daughter where problems might occur.

Posted by: starlight. Nov 23 2014, 08:40 AM
" Well, I haven't been able to touch my toes in a while, maybe you can help me with that." He winked. The timing of all of this was horrible, she was retiring and he was returning. Their paths were clearly not meant to cross for long but he didn't need it to be. All Chris needed was to make a lasting impression on her, keep in contact and go from there. Just because Trish was hanging up her boots didn't mean she was disappearing forever. He was going to make sure of that. A few years ago he made a terrible mistake, if he didn't at least try to rectify it he was going to regret it forever.

" Maybe tonight, but knowing Shawn he won't be playing nice for long. The kid has a verbal, and probably physical beating coming his way." Everyone knew how protective of Elisha the Heartbreak Kid was. " I get the feeling things went well, which means I'm guessing you won't be awoken to a crying Texan at your door." He was aware of the friendship the two had formed, and he wasn't surprised. Maybe she hadn't meant to, but Trish had trained Elisha to lead the division, to be the role model for upcoming Diva's. " So, when do you have a free night?" He was taking the plunge, maybe he was reading the signals wrong, but he was sure that he wasn't. He was sure that she wanted to catch up in private. All he would do was take her out for dinner as an old friend. Y2J was doing his best to reconnect and make things right.

*

Elisha wasn't sad about him deciding to go down to the party. It was the right decision to make. They would be taking things slow, there was no doubt that she was wary of what his headspace was, and how the next few weeks would unfold. But she was willing to risk it. After everything he had said, how could she not? " Okay, well I'm room 513, just knock." She said with a smile, squeezing his hand lightly as she turned and walked away from the lift and towards her room. Closing her hotel room door behind her, Elisha rested the back of her head against it for a moment, taking a deep breath as she thought about the events of the night. Her head was spinning with emotions and if she was honest she wasn't sure how she was feeling. Of course she was scared, scared of getting hurt, scared of losing John, scared of everything but really what else could she do? She'd kick herself if she'd decided to never try this again.

She changed into some tiny, black boyshorts and a black yoga crop top. Just because they weren't going to do anything, didn't mean she wasn't going to torture him a bit with the way she looked. Maybe a part of her wanted him to suffer a little bit. With her hair up in a messy bun, she got herself under the covers and flicked on the television, searching for a movie to watch. It'd be the first night in week's that she hadn't cried herself to sleep.

Posted by: yunalesca Nov 29 2014, 04:04 AM
She offered a smile after Chris spoke of Elisha, remembering how the girl had come to her after she had given up on John. "Fortunately, the girl kicks. I still have bruises from sharing a bed." She commented in fondness before pulling the champagne flute to her lips.

It was a lucky thing we had been sipping on her champagne when Chris came out with what felt like he had been working up to saying all evening. Her fingers curled little tighter around the stem of her glass and she took a far longer drag on the wine than previously intended. She had been thinking about what it would be like to have dinner with him, but after his coded proposal came out she felt herself backing up mentally. Did she want to do this again? She knew they were different people now and he was seemingly trying to make up for his behavior, but she was a little more guarded now since having been burned yet again by someone. Her mind was saying it would just be a casual dinner, but her heart was more careful.

She finished sipping at her champagne and purposefully avoided his eyes. She couldn't !et herself look at him and have her wall break just at that anticipatory look. Things had been going well thus far, but she was reminded again to be careful. This wasn't what she needed just weeks before retirement. Her mind had to be in the ring, not on whether Chris would hurt her again. She knew he had no intentions, but she had been fooled more than once in the last few years. She cleared her throat and finally looked at him with a guarded smile. "How about we trade numbers and I get back to you?" She offered as she wasn't ready to take that leap yet and this felt like the safest route to go.

***


It took a little more than an hour before John felt he could safely remove himself from the party without too much speculation. He narrowly avoided a run in at the bar with Elisha's father and considered that another wwin for the night. He knew he would have to take the verbal lashing from the man at some point,but he felt tonight was not the ideal time. He wanted to see Elisha with a clear head and good mood; Shawn would have turned that into a sour batch of apples in less than a minute. So when he departed the soiree he snipped a few roses from a planter and got the bartender to and over a bottle of Chardonnay that hadn't been touched. He couldn't show up empty handed after the hell he had put his girl through.

He showed up at her door a short time later andcouldntsha!ethe nerves he was feeling as he waited for her to answer. It felt like the first time all over again; full ofromkse, possibilities, the future unknown. But when she was standing there in her little shorts he feels!t it all fade away. Just like that he could see his future with her in it all over again. He offered a smile to her beforehanding over the gifts and stepping inside. "I think a mutual friend of ours is looking out for us. It appeared she strong armed your father into being proper." He spoke of Trish as he struggled to keep his eyes on the back of her head and not her bottom. He knew she did this to torture him, but he wouldn't stoop to taking advantage of it. He would be careful and the utmost gentlemen while he shared her bed.

Posted by: starlight. Nov 30 2014, 08:24 AM
Chris wasn't expecting much, he wasn't sure what kind of answer he thought she'd give him. It was risky business, this whole situation had been incredibly emotional between the two of them. Even years later things were still a little raw. He felt the lump in his throat grow, and he couldn't help but sip his beer in anticipation. The wait in hearing what her answer would be was deathly. Finally after what felt like a lifetime, Trish spoke. He understood where she was coming from, he was certainly jumping all of this on her - but he didn't know how much longer he had of seeing her. Maybe it'd be a few weeks, or a few months it would all just depend. " That sounds like a great idea. I mean, I'll be around." He'd be flying in and out of places for a little while - the Fozzy tour needed to end and he needed to get back on the road.

He found a napkin, and wrote down his cell number, offering a smile at how old school it was. " Here, don't loose that, or sell it....stalkers really aren't my thing." He teased, " I'll leave them to you." Chris joked about Mickie, looking around the room once more as he spotted Cena leaving with roses and wine. Had they really been speaking for hours? It felt like moments ago he was walking through the crowd and laying eyes on her.


*

When she heard the knock at the door, an hour or so later she opened with a smile. He didn't need to bring her the flowers or the wine but they were a nice touch. " That's sweet of you." She commented, placing them on the side and smiling over her shoulder at him. " So, I know you'll be shattered but the Notebook isn't on." She teased, moving to sit on the bed. " So, I guess we'll watch Gone in Sixty Seconds.....You won't mind that will you? You know.....cars." If she was honest it was one of her favourite movies. A good choice for the both of them to enjoy. Hearing about her father, she cleared her throat and offered a chuckle " Yeah, you're probably going to get your ass kicked. I had to talk him out of shooting you." Elisha joked with a grin. It was just nice to smile again, nice to have his company and just talk.

" Now, unless you plan on standing up for this whole pyjama party, get that big ol' butt on that side of the bed." Elisha said as she flicked over the channels to start on the movie. She got comfortable, looking over at him with a smile and then back to the movie. Of course, she wasn't going to make this easy for him, but she was certainly excited about the cuddling.

Posted by: yunalesca Dec 9 2014, 06:30 PM
It had been a little over a week since her retirement party and her mind had been far from it ever since. It had been a nice gesture from the company to give her the soiree before she departed for good, but it was in the past and she had to hit the ground running. She was confident she was ready for her match with her close friend, but it didn’t stop her from continuing to try and improve. She had a lot on her plate considering she was trying to get the plans finalized for her studio in Toronto as well as one last title shot to get her into the books. She wasn’t overly obsessed with the gold like so many she knew, but one last opportunity to hold it before she was gone would mean something. It had been taken away from her by surprise and she wanted it back for that last day even if it meant she would have to best the woman she had taken under her wing.

Once she arrived to the arena she noted half the card hadn’t been made yet which was worrisome. She didn’t see herself, John, or Elisha scheduled yet which set her alarms off even further. She didn’t believe the McMahons would risk their biggest draws, but she couldn’t honestly say she ever knew what was going on in their minds. Stephanie had played nice during the party, but it was plausible she no longer was up for fake smiles and retracted claws. With two weeks to go until her final pay-per-view, anything could happen. She was locked into the title match so she knew nobody else could try sneaking in to steal it from her. That was the only surety she seemed to have at this point.

Though there was still time before she even had to think of preparing for presenting herself to the crowd, she reached into her bag for some suitable street clothes to change into should she get surprised with an interview request. As she pulled out a pair of jeans she noticed a slip of paper flutter to the ground next to her duffel. Her brows furrowed slightly as her fingers closed around the stray paper before she brought it eye level to read what was on it. A ten digit number was scrawled neatly across the length of it and she didn’t need to think of whose it was. In her busy schedule she hadn’t had time to store Chris’ number in her phone, or perhaps she still wasn’t quite sure about him. She felt her teeth pull at the skin of her lip with indecision before her hand slid to her pocket to remove her phone. She found herself pausing for some time after throwing his number into the ‘send to’ box, her mind racked with indecision. Things had been left comfortable between them and yet she was finding it difficult to find what to say now as her mind seemed to want to make contact with him. She sighed heavily before typing something simple into the text box before hitting send, knowing she would lose her nerve if she didn’t.

*

Any other man would have been clamoring for a medal after the amount of torture he put up with when it came to Elisha, but John stuck to his guns and was patient when it came to the limits of their relationship over the weeks’ time that passed. He wanted to be close to her again, but their schedules and his persistence to take things slow kept his hands primarily to himself. He managed to avoid her father during the week, not hard considering he rarely attended anything outside of Raw, but he knew eventually he would get pulled aside and receive a verbal lashing. He deserved every moment of it he was sure, he just hoped the elder Michaels’ would take into consideration how careful John had been around his girl since she let him back into her life. Bringing it up would be a double edged sword, however. If he informed Shawn that he had been taking things slow and keeping his hands off his daughter then he would question what had been happening before. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand they had likely slept together, but bringing it out in the open was suicide.

He was waiting for her now in the hotel lobby, foot resting on opposite knee and a local paper draped over his leg. They were on separate schedules again and so had arrived to the city at different times. This would be the first night they would share a room again since they had decided to try once more. He was admittedly a little nervous even though he had slept beside her hundreds of times before. Something about this rein-station of the relationship left him feeling like it was brand new. He knew every curve of her body by now, but he didn’t feel like he did. He knew she fit perfectly beside him as they slept, but had somehow managed to forget that in the time they had been apart. He wanted to get this show over with so he could be with her again; it was a far cry from the man he had been a month ago when she walked out on him. Getting the gold back was important to him, but it wasn’t the primary target of his vision any longer. Elisha was all the gold he wanted or ever needed anymore, it took a friend to make him realize it.

Posted by: starlight. Dec 9 2014, 10:45 PM
Although it had been blissful to know that John was only a phone call away, the differing schedules had been a blessing in disguise. With the pay-per-view coming up and the biggest match of her life on her hands, it was nice not to feel like she was following him around like a lost puppy, like she had previously. She was focused on this match, and being in peak condition. The Women's Champ's schedule had been crazy, with house shows every other day, appearances, and now Raw it had been a crazy week. She was looking forward to being able to relax at the end of the night. For the first time in over a month her and John would be sharing a room together - not that she was expecting anything to happen. They were once again moving at a glacial pace, sure for the most part Elisha was making him work - but she didn't want to push him either. All in good time.

Moving out of the chauffered car, stopping to sign and take pictures with the fans, the blonde finally moved into the hotel lobby, suitcase wheeling behind her. Dressed nicely in a pair of ripped denim shorts, a baggy white t-shirt and her cowboy boots, it was clear to see that she had just stepped off the plane from whatever city she'd flown in from. She moved to speak to the gentleman behind the desk who handed over the key card. She figured John would have been at the arena by now. She smiled politely and walked towards the lifts, not even noticing he was sitting in the lobby. If this had been any time previously, she would have met him at the hotel. It's not like she expected everything to change.

Tiredly, she stood at the elevator, pressing the button impatiently. It was a habit, and she hated waiting for them. All she really wanted was to curl up onto the bed in the hotel room and sleep. When he wasn't there she didn't sleep so well. It'd be nice to have John's company.

*

Chris Jericho had been on and off so many planes in the past week that he had to make sure he listened to the announcement over the speaker when the plane landed. He wasn't going to be on RAW but he was going to be there, he'd been training his guts out for weeks, and now he was just waiting for the right time. It was good to be backstage again, hanging out with the guys and seeing everyone. He wasn't sure he'd be so happy to be back if he hadn't taken the few years off. When he left he'd been in a bad head space.

Moving down the white bricked hall, he moved to stand infront of the card posting, just interested to see whose names were printed. It appeared they hadn't finalised the night ahead. He always hated those kind of surprises.

Posted by: yunalesca Dec 14 2014, 08:57 AM
If he had actually been paying attention to the paper he would have missed her wheeling past him in the lobby. As it were he could hardly read as his eyes had been flicking up every few seconds to look for her and observe the people walking in, luckily none noticing him as he hid relatively well behind the paper. It took a few moments for him to register it was Elisha as she walked in, but when it did he folded the paper and dropped it on the side table next to the chair he had been occupying. He was on his feet rather swiftly, dodging through the small crowd in the lobby as they checked in and mingled about. He was fortunate to not be stopped as she was hitting the ‘up’ button as he was halfway across the lobby. He might have yelled for her, but wasn’t in the mood for dramatics.

Somehow he managed to reach her before the elevator reached the main floor, a signal that it was a busy time for a seemingly busy hotel. Regardless of the reason he was glad it was taking a while despite Elisha’s obvious frustrations based on how often she was hitting the button. He slowed his approach and smiled before slipping his arms through hers to wrap around her torso before his lips found her ear. “Maybe it would get here sooner if you were a little bit nicer to it,” he said teasingly though he knew it was borderline dangerous to do so when she was anxious…and the fact he had snuck up on her without warning. He missed having his arms around her, but it was as far as he had gone since they had decided to get back together. He had taken his time over the course of their first year together so he knew he could do it again, no matter how difficult he thought it might be.

*

Once she stored Chris’ number she couldn’t help but look at it before putting her phone back into her pocket. She turned to busy herself with choosing gear again, but before she knew it she was pacing and pulling her phone out again. “I’m not calling him,” she said to herself before stuffing the phone away once more. It wasn’t long before she found herself leaning against a wall sighing heavily and looking at her phone again. Too soon, the voice in her head reminded and she forcibly tucked her phone in her back pocket again. It was clear if she stayed alone in the locker room she would be tangling with this dilemma for some time so she shook her head while making for the door. Things had gone well between them last week, but she still wasn’t in a state to be making any decisions about men. Her mind had to be focused on being in the best shape to give the fans one last match from her. The issue was that her brain incessantly returned to Chris when little things came up to remind her, like his number.

She was starting for catering in hopes of grabbing a protein drink before the show started. She was so in the zone that she almost missed the blonde superstar standing in front of the card. She was in the motions to sidestep without disturbing the male, but then her eyes flicked up to his hair and felt herself slow to a halt. “Chris?” She questioned, knowing it was him before he turned to look at her. She recognized the curves of his face even in profile. It was an image that had haunted her for a long time after they went their separate ways. It would seem fate wouldn’t let her entirely forget him nor focus entirely on the mountain set before her.

Posted by: starlight. Dec 14 2014, 06:42 PM
She'd been in her own little world, frustratingly hitting the elevator button when she felt John's arms around her. She knew it was him before he'd even said anything to her. The anxiety she'd been feeling, bottled up inside her started to fade when she heard his voice. With everything going on, it was easy to let everything get to you and she had to admit, it was difficult not to. " Well, maybe the elevator should know I'm in a hurry." She said with a laugh, turning her head somewhat to catch his eye. Before she could say anything, she was moving into the now empty elevator and pressing the floor to their hotel room. She'd heard the card was still empty, that wasn't helping her anxiety at all. It'd been a bad flight, she'd hardly slept and now she couldn't even prepare for her match properly. She just wished she could sleep for days. As soon as the elevator doors closed, she moved to slip her arms around him and rest her head on his chest, " I missed you." She admitted.

It was a moment of calm, something that she hadn't had over the course of the week. Everything finally began to slow. When the lift opened on their floor, she separated herself from him to grab her bag and head towards the room. She needed to shower and get ready for Raw. Not that she wanted to, hell, she wasn't even sure if she was needed. But she was a champion, and there was no doubt Steph and Paul wouldn't use her. She was a pulling point now. She unlocked the door of the hotel room and dragged her suitcase into the room, taking a deep breath for a moment before turning to look at him with a smile. She leant up on her tip toes and kissed him gently. " You been okay?" She asked curiously.

*

He hadn't even noticed the fogure behind him at the card. He'd been in his own world. Jumping slightly, he looked over his shoulder and gave her a smile. " Hey!" He said happily. " Fancy seeing you at a place like this." He wasn't surprised. She was always at the arena early. " By the way, you never saw me, I'm not here." People were trying to keep it as much of a secret as possible, and so far they'd been succeeding. There had been minimal talk on the internet, which meant they were beating the fans. His comeback was going to be huge, he doubted people expected him to ever return.

" How's the final few weeks going?" He asked her curiously, it really wasn't easy. Knowing that you were leaving, but this had been home for so long. He'd been through it once, and even though back then he'd wanted it, his body had screamed for it, it wasn't easy.

Posted by: yunalesca Dec 22 2014, 10:49 AM
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Feeling her melt into him in the elevator brought an immense calm over him and he sighed gently as he wrapped his arms around her again, then kissed the top of her head. Why he had ever thought he would be fine without her was beyond him. He was just thankful he was given another chance to have moments like these. The moments were, admittedly, fleeting considering their schedules but he still enjoyed every second of them.

Upon entry to their hotel room he gave her some space to do as she needed before they would head to the arena together, John not risking losing a moment with her before they would go off on separate planes again. Arriving together with Shawn lurking about was like a chance run in with a tiger, but he was willing to take a few chances. He had a feeling the elder would keep his impending implosion contained in the presence of his daughter anyhow. John wouldn’t say he was using Elisha as a shield, but it was a perk to traveling with her. When the time came to get the lashing from Shawn, he would take it like a man, but this was not the day he would search for it. The card wasn’t finished and three of the main draws were absent from the plan: himself, Elisha, and Trish. It made all of them nervous he was sure and he didn’t need added stress thrown on his busy plate.

He graciously accepted her chaste kiss before he brought his hands up to stroke her arms affectionately. “As alright as I can be with people breathing down my neck. You’d think not having the title would give me some time to relax. It doesn’t matter right now, though. Not while I’m with you. We work every day, let’s forget about it for just a few minutes.” He offered before leaning his head down slowly, expressing his request for permission to kiss her. He was far gentler and careful now than he had ever been with anyone, including when they had first started seeing each other. When she didn’t stiffen or back away he took it as an opening and pressed his lips to hers gently before deepening the kiss at an even slower pace. He missed the taste of her, but he still kept his kisses to a minimum to make sure he didn’t get carried away. They had yet to fully discuss parameters and how wrong he had been in letting her walk away, that wouldn’t just fade out with kisses and time. Knowing this was one of the many things that kept him in check, though he did allow himself to break from her lips then trail a few kisses down until he found her pulse in her neck. He was reluctant to let her go, but thoughts were undoubtedly swirling in her mind as they were his and he wasn’t going to rush back into things. So with immense control he let her go then smiled down at her while working to hide the lurking hunger in his eyes. “You should shower,” he said as an out to what could happen if they continued like this.

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She had always felt like she was easy going and could conquer any awkward moment, but for some reason when Chris turned and acknowledged her she felt her palms grow sweaty. Even after all this time he was holding a special spot in her heart despite their history and her attempts to brush him aside. She couldn’t lie to herself about that any longer. Her biggest strength had always been to be honest with herself when it came to her feelings or where she was going with her life, changing that now would completely throw her off track. “Who was it I was supposed to have seen?” She said smoothly even as her heart pounded away in her chest. Only moments earlier she had been staring at his number with a thought to call him, but ultimately didn’t. Was this some heavenly body’s way of telling her maybe she should go forward with this pursuit? She knew her focus had to be on her upcoming match and retirement, but Chris had popped up yet again to distract her. She slid her hands into her front pockets to keep from showing any nervous ticks as he spoke, swallowing the heavy lump in her throat.

She smiled at him before gracefully tossing her hair over her shoulder and tilting her head down slightly in a coy manner. “I feel it’s going well, but I’ve never done this before so I can’t be sure. When I left modeling it was easy, but I didn’t need to prepare for a contest against my friend or think of how to impress thousands of people in an arena expecting something phenomenal.” She stated as her eyes lowered slightly. It wasn’t really something she had considered and felt a mild panic set in as she remembered all the great matches she had given them previously. How could she top a hardcore match, going through a table, beating an ex-boyfriend in a match? She had done so much already that she wasn’t sure she could top any of it despite it being a finale between two of the best in the business. Her brows creased slightly in concern before she forced herself to brush it off for the time being. She still had time to talk with Elisha, put something together to make this truly special for them both.

“Hey, I don’t really have anything going on later and since you’re in town…Maybe we could grab something to eat? I could use some pointers on this retirement thing, I’m actually getting nervous about it.” She offered, holding her breath once she was done. It wasn’t something she had expected to say to him upon seeing him again, but the planet seemed to be forcing them together so perhaps she should see what it was the fates had intended for her. Dinner didn’t mean a ‘date’ and it certainly didn’t mean feelings had to be involved. He had been cordial and pleasant at her party so she expected it from him again. They had grown and matured since their failed relationship those years ago; Enough time had passed that they could have a meal as friends, right?

Posted by: starlight. Dec 22 2014, 06:21 PM
Her body was tired, screaming for a night of rest - she almost hoped her name didn't appear on the card. A girl could dream right? She melted into his kiss, savouring every touch as if it would be their last. They hadn't exactly spoken about the new parameters of their relationship - how fast or slow they should move, but it felt as if it were glacial. He was treating her like she'd break at any second. She hadn't expected things to go back to the way they were, but square one didn't feel right either. Pulling away from his sensual touch and kisses as he chose when their embrace would end she gave him a small smile. " I should." She agreed, moving her aching body to the bathroom. The hot water turned on, and once she'd stripped down, she felt her body melt into the water. She was bruised from training and from house show matches, Elisha was aware she was pushing herself, and maybe a little too hard but she needed to be ready. Too many people were counting on her for this match and her competitor was one of them.

Her shower lasted longer than expected, as she had found herself sitting on the floor of the shower letting the water run over her. It was relaxing, gave her time to think. Finally after what felt like forever, but not long enough she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself, exiting the bathroom to head to her suitcase. She'd been spending so much time on her own that she had forgotten John was sharing the hotel room with her. Holding onto her towel with one hand, she searched through her suitcase for some clothes, finally deciding on something and grabbing them - disappearing into the bathroom. If it hadn't clicked that she was sharing her room she would have changed right there, but she did click - unlucky for John. She did leave the bathroom door open as she changed though. Call her a tease.

A clean pair of ripped up jeans, and a black t-shirt, washed hair and a fresh face of make up she exited the bathroom with a smile. " Alright." She said thinking to herself for a moment before looking over at him with a smile. " You ready?" She questioned, zipping up her duffel bag, the title sitting on top, carefully placed. How much longer was she holding this title for? She wouldn't give up without a fight, but it wouldn't be easy. Word on the street was Paul Heymann was back sniffing around, probably pushing Brock for the pay per view. If it was anything like last time, she could end up sleeping alone. That made her feel even more anxious. She couldn't lose John again at a time like this. She stopped and looked over at him, wondering for a moment if she should even say anything. " ...You're not going to drive me away again are you?" The last they had spoken about their relationship was the night of Trish's retirement party, and even then - she had listened to what he had said and not said much at all. " Because I can't go through it again John. I hate being alone, I hate not having you around, but I hate this tip toeing around me. It's me, if you treat me like I'm going to break, I probably will. I just..." She paused, thinking of the right words " I feel like you're scared to love me, because you know it's going to happen again." She was tired and anxious, being by herself had given her time to think. He was being attentive, and showing her how he was trying to repent but there was something else. Like he was afraid that she wasn't real, if he kissed her like he should, like he felt she was going to run. It was the last thing she was going to do.

*

She was smooth, Chris would have had no idea that her heart was pounding as hard as his was. She still made him feel exactly like she had all those years ago. It had been years, and they had both grown and matured. There was no way they would have been doing this five years ago. Perhaps him retiring had been the best thing for them. " You don't need to do anything extra to impress the fans Trish." He informed her. " You'll do that anyway, don't put too much pressure on yourself, or the kid." He could only imagine how her competitor felt about this. It was someones last match, their leaving impression - that was some pressure right there. The fans loved Trish, there was no way she would disappoint them. But she had always been a perfectionist. He could understand how she was feeling though, but then she was leaving for good. Chris had always had the intention of coming back. When he was ready. When he'd repaired himself and his mind was strong. It'd taken him a long time to get his passion for wrestling back. Now he was itching to get back into the ring.

He hadn't been expecting her to ask about dinner. Considering she hadn't called, he figured she wasn't ready. So it was a pleasant surprise. " Dinner sounds great." It wasn't a date, it was just dinner between friends. Two people sharing stories, memories and advice. Although he wasn't too sure that he could give her much advice. She was different to him, always on the go and ready for anything. When he had retired it'd taken him a while to get back on his feet. His body had been broken and needed alot of time to recover. " There's that place a few blocks away that we all used to go to. I hear they have really good pie still." He joked. Years ago, there'd been a big group of them that would just sit and shoot the breeze after the show. They'd all been a family back then. These days, when he looked around the locker room he could see the clear divide. No one looked out for eachother they like all used to.

Posted by: yunalesca Dec 31 2014, 08:37 AM
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She continued to make it difficult for him to show restraint and he was sure she was doing it on purpose. It would have been all too easy to sneak a peek while she was changing, but he forced himself to move over to their window and look out after opening the curtains a crack on the side. Things in the city went on as normal, taxis speeding by and people walking down the street without even acknowledging who was looking down on them now. He enjoyed the life he had been given, but sometimes he wished it was all like this again. He loved the fans and how much they supported him, but there were times when he craved to have his anonymity back. It was a normal human reaction wasn't it? You'd never have her if it weren't for this, he reminded himself before she was pulling his attention away by calling out to him.

His fingers dropped away from the curtain and he was slow to bring his gaze to her while what she said rolled around in his mind. He had been careful with her because he was afraid coming on too strong would send her running, but to think he would ever intentionally hurt her in that manner again was deplorable. He shook his head before slowly approaching her, carefully reaching out to rest his hands around her arms. “I’m not going anywhere unless it’s you that sends me away. I’m not making that mistake ever again, Elisha. Gold doesn’t mean a thing to me compared to you. You’re all I could ever want.” He said, one hand coming off her arm to curl his fingers under her chin affectionately. “I love you, I just wanted to take things slow to make sure this is what you really wanted and that it wasn’t just a whim that night. I wronged you and didn’t feel it was right to just expect things to go right back to where they were. Lord knows you’ve made it agonizing to restrain myself, but I have to make sure that you’re sure.” He explained, hoping he was offering her a proper dissection of his motives. If she couldn’t read the sincerity in his eyes he didn’t know what would help them. Some part of him wanted to make some lame joke to break the seriousness of the moment, but he knew it was seriousness they needed right now. Parameters hadn’t been discussed or set, this was the time to get it out in the open. Albeit the timing sucked considering the night they could have ahead of them.

“If you want to discuss this more in depth later when you don’t have a ghost match to worry about, I’d understand. Don’t worry about us right now, it’ll be here when you’re ready to have a proper discussion about it.” He added in an attempt to subside her anxiety.

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When he accepted her offer she felt a weight come off her chest and she exhaled quietly while offering him a smile to cover her relief. She hadn’t really expected him to decline the offer, but then she didn’t expect anything of him these days as she didn’t know how he had changed. Certain traits and behaviors of people would never change, but many of the population would evolve with time and so it left her curious on where he stood now. “Cool,” she responded with rather lamely before looking at him and a half smile pulling at her lips this time. When nothing further came from him she started to laugh slightly as she spoke. “Oh, you’re serious. I was expecting some sort of Dwayne joke. Pie innuendos still haven’t stopped around here.” She explained as her fingers curled around stray threads in her pockets like she was grasping them for help on where to proceed from here. She was a confident person, but she was finding it hard to find the words to keep communication open for them as she was careful not to reflect on their past while she waited to see what kind of person he was now. What he had done had been deplorable, but she was grown enough to know she couldn’t hold it over him forever especially if he had truly changed.

“Well I was just going to grab a quick fix, how about you text me the address sometime tonight and I’ll meet you there.” She paused and leaned in closer to his ear for torments sake, just because she could. “To keep your little secret between us, eh?” She whispered before pulling back and flashing one of those divine smiles in his direction, then her back was to him and she was walking away. Once she was hidden away in catering she took a deep breath to steady her racing heart, then moved to grab a protein drink while her mind swam. Coming off as that confident and collected around him had been a challenge, surprisingly, and it ultimately gave her a twinge of anxiety about how the night would go. The best thing she could do for herself was to remember it wasn’t a ‘date’ by any means.

Posted by: starlight. Jan 4 2015, 06:15 PM
" I don't want to discuss it later." She told him simply. It wasn't like her to be forceful, or even to push a subject. Hell, she was hardly one to bring anything up but this meant something to her and she wasn't just going to deal with it later. She wanted to deal with it now. " If my decision had been a whim John, I wouldn't be here. I'm not saying lets pick up where we left off, but this glacial speed you're rolling at? It's killing me. I want to feel loved, I want you to hold me, hug me, kiss me, just show me how much you love me. Don't make me feel like you're afraid of me." Was it too much to ask? She knew he hadn't meant to hurt her, but she was struggling with this.

Her frown turned to a grin as she leant up to press a soft kiss to his lips. " Can you just be you? And not this weirdo who would rather stare out a window than watch his girlfriend change." She smiled at him and let go, moving to swing her bag over her shoulder. " Come on Sugar Tits. We're going to be late." She teased, holding open the hotel room door until they were both out. Now that she'd gotten that off her mind, she could concerntrate on the mytsery night ahead. Just because she was 'in' with the McMahons and they were practically family didn't mean she was exempt from punishment or Stephanie's wrath.

She'd been training so hard, working on trying to give Trish a great match - that her body was screaming for a rest. She almost hoped that she wasn't scheduled for a match. Elisha was battered and bruised from the house matches, and the relentless training. No doubt if John had watched her change he'd have some questions and would probably tell her to slow down, take it easy and give herself a break.

*

" You're a cruel, cruel woman." He teased as she leant up to whisper in his ear. " But I'll see you later." He promised with a nod of his head. That was the Trish he knew and as much as it still hurt to think loved, the confident and strong woman who didn't take any crap. He'd always love her, he had loved her when things had ended and even though he had tried to bury his feelings he never could. She'd always be the one that he couldn't get over. She was the one that he knew he'd screwed up with. One might have said, the one that got away.

He moved down the hallway, ducking past some of the rookies and into his locker room. They were still trying to keep him as hidden as possible, but he was getting antsy. He was starting to get restless and was taking to more people than he should have. He got up from his couch to head to catering just in time to see the reunited golden couple enter the arena. He offered them both a nod and a smile, moving past them to catering. Well, all was right in the WWE Universe now that they were together again.

Posted by: yunalesca Jan 8 2015, 11:35 AM
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He knew she was bound to do things her way and when she wanted, but he was still blindsided as she argued back at him, pressing him to talk about this now. He kept his mouth shut while she spoke as he knew she wouldn’t take to being interrupted. She had valid points at every turn and all he could think was that maybe he had misread everything. He wanted to give her time to be sure, to feel out whether there were still problems in their relationship before jumping back in. Apparently it was the furthest thing from what she wanted. He didn’t even have the opportunity to explain his apprehension before she was switching gears like someone with split personalities. He stared after her for a moment before grabbing his own bag and following after her. “Let’s not utter that pet name in public, please and thank you.” He managed to say with a small laugh when they entered the elevator.

Due to the congestion within the city, corporate had a driver ready for them at the back door as they were leaving. John felt it was a bit ridiculous, but wouldn’t complain about it. He wasn’t quite in the mood to drive in clogged traffic while he was sorting through what Elisha said to him. He loved her, god help him, but he didn’t know how far he should be going or at what rate. She said she wanted him to be himself, to hold her and touch her like she was his girlfriend, but he feared she wouldn’t stop him if he pulled her into bed and they would wake up feeling like it’d been a mistake. He had never cared for a girl like this, had never stopped to think on how slow it should go. Timing had never been a problem for him, but losing her again wasn’t an option. He supposed he would have to check with her at every move, no matter how much it would annoy her.

“Here’s to another day of avoiding your father,” he murmured as he got out of the car with her, hand reaching for hers to show he wasn’t afraid of her like she had said.

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Once she ducked into catering and began picking fruits and vegetables off the table for her shake she felt she could finally breathe again. She permitted herself to take on big breath to ease her racing heart before she was peeling the fruit to throw in the blender. She remembered the first time she had gone on a date with Chris, though she learned later it hadn’t been real. It was a shame considering she had let herself have a good time that night. She knew he had been doing it as part of a bet, but she might be mistaken in believing he had actually enjoyed her company that evening. It didn’t bode well to dwell on their bad past, but she couldn’t help but wonder as she dropped orange slices into the machine. This isn’t a date, you said as much, she reminded herself and shook it off while throwing kiwi in.

As she was reaching for the protein powder she felt a hand drape over hers to grab her attention. Her eyes lingered on tan skin for a moment, an inkling of fear welling as she imagined it was Morrison coming to plead for her heart or something just as ridiculous. When her eyes rose, however, she felt her whole body freeze with indecision. “Mamacita,” Chavo’s voice acknowledged lightly before he removed his hand from hers, a hand that felt like ice now. She hadn’t seen or spoken to him since his reprimand for his behavior outside of the arena. To be honest she had imagined he had been fired considering he had become quite the ghost. “I didn’t come here to cause problems or hurt you,” he started as she pulled her hand back with the protein powder. The best she could do right now was to continue making this shake as though he didn’t bother her.

“New leaf?” She questioned flatly as she dropped two scoops of pink powder into the blender before adding her vegetables. There were few people she despised, but Chavo Guerrero had managed to make the list with his misuse of her. One would argue Chris had done the same, but Chris hadn’t been sleeping with her sworn enemy while trying to date her, either.

“Trish, I just came to apologize for my behavior. There are no excuses and I don’t expect you to want to hear any of them anyway. I didn’t want you to retire thinking I didn’t feel bad for what happened.” He pressed on before she turned on the blender. He was right in the fact she didn’t want to hear it, she hoped he would take the hint. But he waited until her drink was made and she began pouring it into one of the bottles next to the blender. “I hope you find happiness out there. This business hasn’t been so kind to you. You deserve better.” He finished, pausing to see if she would look at him, but she didn’t. Only when she was sure he was gone did she look up and begin to feel the sinking feeling in her core. Her retirement was really happening and only after hearing his apology did she begin to realize it.

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Posted by: starlight. Jan 8 2015, 06:22 PM
" But it's my favourite." She teased in regards to the childish nickname she had called him. When they got to the chauffered car, which was a surprise - but the city was busy and it was getting closer to show time. Once she got into the car, it was mere moments that her head was against his shoulder and she was fast asleep. She'd learned to catch a nap wherever she could at this point. John's shoulder had always been a great pillow. As the car came to a stop in the back of the arena, she slowly sat up - giving herself a moment to adjust before glancing over at John with a smile. It was nice to feel his hand wrap around hers as they walked - she hoped she hadn't said anything wrong, or upset him but it had been time for her to get it off her chest. There was only so much pussyfooting she could take.

As they walked past the card, she let out a laugh at the newly posted draw. Well, at least some mystery had been solved. " Good luck with that one." She said laughing as she nodded to the paper. " I can't promise he'll play nice." She told her boyfriend as she let go to head into catering. 'Lisha had spent far too many hours over the past week trying to get her father to understand. She frowned at the look on Trish's face, raising a brow. " Well, I don't like that look." She noted as she moved to grab herself a bottle of water. " Everything okay?" She asked curiously. Competitors or not, Trish was still her closest friend and confidant. Trish had been there above and beyond what Elisha had expected when everything had happened with John, the least she could do was ask.

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There were alot of things that Shawn wanted to say to John - hell, he'd rather not use his words and just kick the kid's teeth down his throat. But alas, his daughter had talked him out of that numerous times. He was angry, angry that his little girl had been hurt by someone she loved and adored. There was no doubt that he understood John's state of mind when everything happened, Shawn had been there numerous times. He'd even made the same mistakes, and maybe that was what made him the most angry. He had spent years trying to make up for lost time and broken, empty promises - he just hoped that John had realised his mistake sooner rather than later. When his phone lit up with an email about the card, he let out a dry chuckle. For a brief moment he had thought it was Steph playing a joke on him, but when there was no follow up email he knew what he had to do.

He exited his locker room and headed down the hall. It was best to get this out of the way before the show got started. He spotted Cena in the hall, and could hear Elisha off in catering talking to someone - that kid was never without food. He walked towards the man who had made his daughter shed tears worse than he could ever remember and cleared his throat. " Should we get this out of the way now?" He questioned John with a raised eyebrow. He'd play nice for the cameras, but he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't speak his mind back here. He followed John to his locker room and moved inside to sit on one of the chairs. The amount of times he'd thought about giving this kid a verbal lashing and yet here he was sitting here thinking about his words carefully. " I can understand why it happened Joh, you're looking at someone who's lived through it more than once." And maybe that was a reason Elisha had reacted so badly, she'd been seeing it and living it for most of her life, he was making up for lost time with her now. " But I swear John, if you ever make her feel like that again, if I ever get a phone call from her sobbing because the man she loves has made her feel worthless - I wont hesitate to kick your teeth in." He didn't say anything else as he rose from the chair and smiled, clapping him on the shoulder " I'll see you out there, buddy." He grinned exiting.

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Apparently she had been standing there in a daze for some time as she didn't even notice Elisha enter and approach her. Slowly she brought her eyes away from the wall she'd been staring at and to her competitor. It seemed everything was written on her face based on her comments, shock and an amount of despair welling up within her. "Chavo was just here," she started, fingers running over the lid of her drink as she reflected on what he said. It wasn't something she had ever expected to hear from him, at least not genuinely. Her brows furrowed anew as she brought her attention back once more. "He apologized and it caught me off guard. I guess it made me realize that this is really it, I am retiring in a few weeks." She ended with an intake of breath followed by a long release.

Her fingers fiddled with the lid of her drink for a few moments before she forced a smile on her face and looked to Elisha again. "So you and John are doing well again?" She questioned to change the subject. She didn't feel like discussing her impending release from the company. It wouldn't go away if she didn't say anything, but she wasn't quite ready to openly talk about it even with Elisha. She had dabbled a little with Chris, but he had actually been there. It was different with him. She also didn't want to give Elisha anxiety about their match.

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He didn't think he would avoid Shawn forever, but the fact the McMahons had decided to play a joke with the predicament didn't make him very happy. A slight growl erupted in his throat at the sight of the card before Elisha was slipping from him and heading off for catering. He bit on his lip and shook his head while running a hand over his short hair in frustration. Shawn was a stand up guy and generally wouldn't leave someone high and dry in a match, but John had screwed up with the man's daughter...and not to mention that he was running around with Triple H again; he was a dangerous man in a powerful position.

He hasn't left the card yet when Shawn seemed to come from nowhere and caught John by surprise. The moment he felt the others presence he swallowed every feeling and turned to face him like a man. "I suppose we should." He managed to say before it came. He was expecting a hell of a verbal lashing, but what came surprised him. He didn't let John off scott free, but he didn't try verbally murdering his ego either. Still, he took it without a word until he was clapped on the back. "Not something I aim to repeat, believe me." Was all he got out before Shawn was gone, ducking out until it was time for them to talk again about the match. With a heavy sigh he turned from the card and made for his locker room to wait for Elisha. He was sure she was expecting his guts had been made for garters, wouldn't she be surprised when he talked to her.

Posted by: starlight. Jan 19 2015, 07:55 PM
She rose a brow of sheer surprise when Trish mentioned that Chavo had apologised. What was she supposed to say to that? The whole Trish retiring ordeal was already surreal enough. She couldn't think of this division without her, and in a few weeks it'd be over. She'd been paying attention to the pink protein shake she was making when Trish changed the subject and she let out a small, nonchalant shrug. " We're together. I don't know if you could say it's going well." She explained simply. " Just had to have a conversation about my feelings." She was a bottler, the last thing she liked doing was talking about how she felt. It was probably why she had walked out on him in such a spectacular fashion. " I'm not asking for it to go back to how it was, but you know show me that you want me, show me that you care. Don't just tip toe around me." It sounded harsh but was she really asking for too much?

Sipping from her drink, she sighed. " We'll see. At this rate I could be walking around naked and he wouldn't give me a second glance." She was tired, anxious and longing to feel like he wanted her again. " I'm sure it'll fix itself." She was hopeful, that was for sure. " I should get going." She explained, offering a small smile as she exited catering and headed back down the hall to the locker room. She was hoping her father had listened to her begs and pleas. That he wouldn't rip John a new one. Especially not here before a big night. She knew he'd say something, but she hoped it wasn't anything too harsh. Elisha knew her father, he'd punish John eventually - probably when he least expected it.

She glanced at the email that buzzed through her phone about the card update. Great. Just what she needed. A match against Mickie James with Trish on commentary. The last time she had faced Mickie in the ring, she'd broken her nose. Sighing, she walked into the locker room and put her bag down, " Well, at least you're alive." She noted, chuckling somewhat. " Let me guess, if you do it again he'll kick your teeth in?" She asked with a small smile, grabbing her gear out of her bag. " Just so you know, I wouldn't turn your back on him for a second tonight." She knew her father, and knew very well what he was capable of. If his daughter was warning John, then something had to be up. He'd make it look like a well timed accident, there was no doubt in Elisha's mind.

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Posted by: yunalesca Jan 22 2015, 12:49 PM
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The fact that Elisha had passed over comment on Chavo’s apology made Trish feel grateful, it was awkward enough as it was without further comment. Her admission that things weren’t quite butterflies and rainbows with John made the Canadian uneasy, however. She shifted her weight on her feet and furrowed her brows slightly. She hardly knew what to say in such a situation, similar to what her friend felt with Chavo it would seem. She had been happy to hear that they had worked something out and were seeing one another again, but it would appear that was just the beginning. She could understand both sides of their plight, but whether she should play devil’s advocate in the situation was what had her hung up. She wanted to comfort her friend, and competitor, but wasn’t quite sure if she was looking for that or a straight up answer to what was going on. Trish could be known to be blunt if the situation called for it. Oddly enough she was usually quite intuitive to the signs, but they weren’t present here. All she could do was offer a slight hum of acknowledgement and consideration before Elisha seemed to feel it was time to close their discussion. “See you later,” she said simply before the girl was gone and left her alone in catering once more.

It was as her phone buzzed with a card update that she realized she hadn’t even mentioned she had asked Chris to dinner that evening. Undoubtedly the news might have cheered her friend up, possibly made her girly giddy with annoying prods at them having a future together. However, after a moment she realized it was for the best she had failed to mention it. Chris was trying to be on the down low and Trish wasn’t about to get sucked into the hype of a ‘budding relationship’ again when they had both agreed this wasn’t a date. With a sigh she pulled her phone out to read the update, giving another heavy sigh after reading the screen. She didn’t hate being on commentary, but in the past something had always happened to draw her out from behind the booth. She may try her hardest to keep her ass put so they could put on a good match, but with Mickie she didn’t know what would happen. She shook her head and put her phone away before turning from the blending table with her drink in hand. She would be expected in hair and make-up now that the update had been sent out. Wrangling the stylists in may just be her biggest battle tonight.

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He had very little time to think about what Shawn had done and said before his daughter arrived to their shared locker room with a touch of humor. “I’d consider it the best of the possibilities,” he remarked back before turning to his bag to choose gear for the night. His shorts were a given, he was just struggling with his shirt. Normally it would be an easy task, it was just a shirt, but he felt he may be working to tie himself up in this decision so he wouldn’t have to think about the fact he would be wrestling with someone who may genuinely hate him. He deserved the heat, but he had hopes that the elder Michaels could show professionalism in the ring. Based on the warning from Elisha that made him pause, however, it didn’t seem he would show that respect to John. He, like so many other fans, was familiar with the Montreal Screw Job. It had shown just how low the man could sink. Thanks to Elisha he was now wondering if he would do it again to send an even clearer message to his daughters would-be suitor.

"I was hoping I could get a little respect in the ring, but I trust your judgment more than my own." He said to her with a bit more of a heavy heart. He knew he didn't deserve her fathers respect, or Elisha's for that matter, but he hoped for the fans sake at this point they could get along to put on a good match. Leaving him high and dry to be pummeled would surely send a message, but John felt like he had already gotten it. Sleeping alone for weeks was enough wasn't it?

"Listen, about earlier," he started as he moved closer to her, carefully taking her in his arms as he was still feeling unsure about how to navigate the hurt he had caused her. "You know I love looking at you, touching you. I have just been careful in showing you the respect you deserve. I don't deserve the opportunity to have you completely all over again, not yet. You might be ready for it again, but I'm not. I don't want to trick myself into thinking sex is going to make everything alright. You've asked me to be me and I'm asking if you could be just a little more patient so I make sure I don't hurt you again." He finished, not having intended to lay this out before a show, but once he started he couldn't stop. "I love you, you have to know that." He said as a hand came from her waist to brush her hair from her face, hand cupping around the side of her jaw.

Posted by: starlight. Jan 22 2015, 11:24 PM
Everyone knew of the Montreal Screwjob, if you didn't you weren't a wrestling fan. It was the moment everything changed for her father - everything was different. Sure, decades on they'd buried the hatchet But if he'd done it once, there was no doubt he'd do it again. She'd given her warning, there was no need for another one. Sighing as she pulled out her own tights, and started getting changed - the usual struggle with her spandex. She grunted and groaned, finally pulling the tights on with a mutter of profanities. The next stop would be hair and make up where they would no doubt make her look like a drag queen or a porn star. She pulled a baggy jumper over her head and moved to take his hand, " Just watch your back out there with him." She paused, squeezing his hand and taking a deep breath " If I were you I wouldn't trust him." It was her own father she was talking about, but she was well aware of his capabilities. And the last thing she wanted to be doing while she was trying to get her relationship back on track was deal with the fall out between her father and her boyfriend.

She smiled softly up at him, hardly expecting it. It was before a show and he usually liked to get in the zone. She certainly appreciated this. " I know." She told him softly, realizing that perhaps he'd misunderstood what she was asking for. She hadn't been asking for him to throw her against a wall and have his way with her, ravish her. She just wanted to feel close to him, feel that connection between them. " I want you to know I'm not asking for that." She squeezed his hand softly. " Just, even this." She said motioning to their close embrace. " Just more like this." It made her feel safe, less uneasy about everything. When she was in his arms it was the one place she felt safe. It wasn't as if she hadn't waited before, and there was no doubt it was worth the wait - she could wait again. She let her head rest on his chest, taking in a deep breath. This was where she wanted to be. " Sometimes all we need is a hug to put together all our broken pieces." Elisha could say she wasn't broken, that she was fine. But she wasn't. Everything was taking its toll on her. She was losing her best friend to retirement, her father was being a jerk, and her and her boyfriend were only just getting back on track. She was far from okay, and it was getting harder and harder to hold all the pieces together.

" If I don't catch you before your match, good luck." She smiled sweetly, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips, letting it linger for a moment before she pulled away and headed for the door. It always seemed to take ages in the styling department, and even though Trish was there - Elisha used the time to get in the zone, headphones on getting ready for her match. When they had finally finished with her, she offered Trish a smile. " I'll see you out there." She said happily, exiting the brightly lit room and heading off down the corridor. She thought of stopping by her father's locker room, telling him to back off, that everything was fine now. But she knew it would fall on deaf ears. He had his own plan of attack, his own motives and nothing Elisha said or did was going to stop him.

Soon enough, the familiar sounds of the opening pyro filled the corridors and Monday Night Raw was in full swing. There were people running up and down the corridors listening to the opening promo. With only a week to go before the pay-per-view, everything was at 110%. There was no rest for the wicked.

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If there was one thing Trish understood well, it was that a wrestler needed time in their own head to prepare for the upcoming battle in the squared circle. It was because of this she could hardly be offended when she got little more than an acknowledgement nod from Elisha when she entered hair and makeup to be fussed over just the same as Trish was at the moment. Considering most of her wrestling days had consisted of straight hair or an occasional pony, she easily reined in the stylists wants to volumize her hair. She was persuaded into a ‘beach’ curl that gave her a change of appearance but nothing dramatic. She was going to have a headset on so anything over the top would have been flattened regardless. Makeup was easy enough with a grey smoky eye and shimmering white in accent at the corner. When she left to entertain herself before the match she noted her friend wasn’t getting off so lucky. She couldn’t help but discreetly smirk as she was aware of how much the Texan hated what they did with her every week. The best thing she could do for herself was to learn she had a hand in her appearance if she pushed back hard enough, maybe it would be the last bit of wisdom she would impart on her friend before her retirement.

With nothing to prepare for, Trish spent a good portion of the night before Elisha’s match sitting cross legged on an equipment box in the Gorilla position, half emerged in some trashy novel and half paying attention to the matches going on down the rampway. Considering she hadn’t looked at the card once it had been completed she didn’t learn of John’s match until it was announced in the middle of the night. It was bad enough he was matched with Elisha’s father, but with his opponents consisting of Orton and Morrison, she didn’t like his odds. It was another reminder that it was a good thing she had distanced herself from Morrison when she’d decided she would retire. She didn’t need to be involved in the power struggle while she was trying to plan her end and new beginning.

Eventually she was signaled by a stagehand that it was time for her to get ready to go ringside, so she snapped her book shut and left it on the equipment box, not really caring if it was still there when she got back or not. She took a deep breath as she took post at the top of the ramp, logging this feeling as she would only have it 3 more times. Her eyes flitted to the stagehand, stepping out when he gave the cue and her music played over the speakers. She had figured they would send her down on a commercial break, but apparently her being ringside was a bigger deal than she had thought. She expertly hid the emotions she felt as she walked down to the commentary booth, getting a hug from JR and King both as they seemed to be giving their goodbyes already. She felt a pang in her chest due to this, but didn’t let it flash over her face as she took a seat and lifted the headset to her head.

She had to work at keeping the commentary on the match at hand and off herself as she wasn’t so eager to take attention from her future opponent. She was focused on it until Mickie took Elisha down rather hard, then proceeded to roll out of the ring. The referee was thoroughly distracted with ensuring the blonde was still conscious and didn’t pay attention to what was about to happen outside. Trish considered herself patient and didn’t like to get involved, but Mickie gave her little choice as she approached the booth threateningly. The Canadian found her feet and quite dramatically lowered her headset to the tabletop as the crazed wrestler began insulting her former competitor. By the time she heard Chris’ name uttered she had taken enough. The referee was still distracted and so didn’t see the right hook plant into Mickie’s jaw before Trish grabbed the woman by the hair and slammed her face first onto the commentator’s booth. Knowing she had little time before the referee would turn, she quickly lifted Mickie away from the booth by the hair, then proceeded to throw her back into the ring to be thoroughly dealt with by her real opponent.

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He felt relief that their conversation had seemed to have gone over well the moment he explained himself a little better. He was terrified of messing things up again and had to let her know that without explicitly stating so; the man had to keep some of his dignity even if he didn't deserve to.

He was gentle in his kiss back to her before she was gone, leaving him alone once again to think about what tonight would bring. With the weight of her frustration off his shoulders he was allowed the chance to actually try and wrap his head around the possible ways this match could play out. Earlier he may have only thought of a few ways that Shawn cold leave him high and dry, but after Elisha's warning he was seeing several possibilities of it happening. Individually he could handle his competitors, but together he was concerned. He was back on the trail to reacquiring the gold and couldn't have a serious injury right now. Morrison would look to eliminate him completely so he could cash in the briefcase without worrying about John coming for him, or that was what he would think if he was smart. He clearly didn't have enough sets of eyes for this match and he had to wonder if this had been McMahons plan all along. Was he planning to bury him already? He was a prime target now that he didn't have the gold and wasn't considered the 'face' at the moment. He hadn't always seen eye to eye with the Chairman and may just pay for it now.

With a heavy sigh he finally turned back to his bag to get his gear ready for his match. There would be no amount of knee pads or cool shoes that would save him should Shawn turn on him, but he could hold some hope that just possibly things would turn out alright.

Posted by: starlight. Jan 29 2015, 10:16 PM
The look on Elisha's face said it all as the styling team played with her hair. This was the worst part of the job by far. She'd happily be battered and bruised over primped and primed any day of the week. At one point she removed her earphone to look at the woman. " If you don't calm this down, I'm actually going to do it myself." She said motioning to her hair and face. She might have been a Texan but she didn't need hair higher than Jesus. Excited wasn't the right word for this match. Her body was screaming for a rest, she'd almost wished it'd been her on commentary - but she was a champion and she needed to remind herself of that. There was no point in whinging about sore body parts, bruises and needing a rest - it all came with the territory. She watched Trish depart, as she continued to be abused by the styling team. One day she was going to have to remind them that she wasn't a porn star.

Elisha wandered the halls, avoiding people who may want to speak to her. She briefly moved into the locker room, offering John a small smile as she removed her headphones and unzipped her hoodie. In the month or so that they'd been apart, and even now - she'd changed. She understood what it meant to be a champion, to hold onto the gold and be looking over her shoulder. Grabbing the belt from her bag, she moved out of the locker room without another word and headed down the hall just in time to see Trish head out for one of the final times. To say it was emotional would be an understatement. Her mentor and closest friend was hanging up her boots if Elisha was honest she was feeling a little lost.

Mickie James went out before her, the crowd displaying their displeasure at the Diva's appearance. After the stunts she'd pulled against Trish, no one in or out of the locker room liked her. Finally Elisha's music hit, and just like every other time her heart started to race and the adrenaline began to pump. Even when things seemed pretty dim, hearing the crowd get behind her made everything seem just that little bit better. Mickie had been a tough opponent, when she'd hit Elisha hard there was a brief moment where she wasn't sure if she was conscious or not. So much so that she had no idea what was going on outside the ring between the two Divas. Her mind was telling her to get up but her body wasn't responding. Mickie had come to before her, and slid her arm over in a pin, she probably thought that she had her - but with all the strength and pride Elisha had, she pulled her shoulder up to avoid the three count.

It was a long match, a throwback to when Divas were more than just eyecandy and had some talent. With everything she had, after throwing herself from the top turnbuckle, she pulled herself up in the corner waiting for her crazed opponent to rise, and when she did the crack of her boot connecting with Mickie's jaw filled the arena. She covered her, waiting for the three count that sounded the end of the match. Tired was an understatement. Spent more like it. Slumped in the turnbuckle for what seemed like hours, but was mere moments, once her arm was raised and her titled handed back she started for the back - unsure where the energy to carry herself came from. With one week to go before the biggest match of her career she couldn't afford to drop the ball now.

She knew which match followed hers, which was why she didn't make it all the way back to the locker room. Painfully, Elisha lingered by the entrance as she saw her father walk up, her boyfriend only metres behind. She chose not to exchange any words with her father, but the look she gave him spoke a million words. 'Don't fucking think about it' was what it said. If her father thought that this would solve problems or teach lessons, he was wrong. Shawn, of course innocently returned her look with a smile, patting her on the shoulder and telling her to cool down. Emotions were high as it was - he didn't need his daughter on his back. Her warning was certainly falling on deaf ears. With slow, pained steps she made it to John, offering him a gentle squeeze of his hand. " Good luck, and don't turn your back." She muttered quietly, before she moved off. She'd heard Trish coming through the entrance not too long ago - she wasn't mad at what happened, Mickie had attacked her. But Elisha knew what people would say, what they'd think. The blonde had to stop for a moment to catch her breath and regain her composure. She was hurting - her day off couldn't come sooner.

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He was usually rather good at making time to watch Elisha’s matches, show some support and anxiety as his girl battled for the right to keep her title, but he regrettably only heard of the outcome as he passed by a tron on his way to wait for his turn. His mind was overwhelmed with concern of whether her father would dump him at the most inopportune time that he couldn’t bring himself to watch Elisha battle it out with Mickie James. He didn’t want to see her get hurt and know he couldn’t do a thing to stop it. Call him selfish, but he could only handle so much on his mind at that time. However, from what he heard of the broadcast, Trish had managed to get involved and possibly secure the win for his girl though he was sure it was more of a personal matter than to actually help Elisha out. The Canadian respected the Texan and knew she might not appreciate intentional interference. From what he gathered, Mickie had run her mouth too much for Trish’s liking and she had subsequently silenced her. He felt a minor weight lift off him in knowing his girlfriend was okay, though an elephant was still pressing down on him as he approached the curtain.

He wasn’t surprised to see Shawn was already there peeking out through the cracks to view the crowd before their entrance. John could only bring himself to quietly look him over at first, hoping to read him well enough to know what would happen in the ring, but the man was a pro and wouldn’t give anything away if he did have a plan. He had been told many times to never play poker with Shawn Michaels and he was aware of the reason now when he finally cleared his throat to announce his presence. “Give them a good show, right?” Was all he could muster as he felt like he was marching to the gallows though there was a possibility it could end well. He didn’t like the situation he had been put in, but he would have to atone for his deeds eventually, wouldn’t he?

He watched as Morrison and Orton moved past them to take their spots in the Gorilla Position in preparation for their entrances, eyeing them suspiciously as he didn’t entirely trust they would be fair on this night either. Morrison had seemingly been working to turn over a new leaf since his break up with Melina and the push from creative, but everyone may just see how far he would go to prove himself and John could be the one on the receiving end of it all. He didn’t know if he would return to his dirty ways, but Orton he was for sure on in that matter. He wasn’t called the Viper for nothing and he had proven to John on more than one occasion that he was dangerous.

Seeing Elisha had not been expected, however, so when she approached he swallowed the ache in his chest at the sight of her injured. He knew she would brush it off like all wrestlers did, but he could see she had taken a beating even if she did pull out a win. He began to wonder anew how long their bodies would hold out for this business and whether either of them would ever really retire. If she was anything like her father, and she had a lot of that in her, she probably never would. He offered her a small smile of reassurance and a gentle squeeze of her hand in return before she was gone and Trish was beginning to move past them. The diva merely flicked her eyes cautiously between Shawn and himself before moving past without a word. Once she was gone his eyes moved to his partner again, studying him further to see if anything changed, but he merely looked back at John and offered his characteristic smirk. “Ready, kid?” He asked and John set his jaw in determination. Ready for you to screw me over? he thought before moving toward the curtain.

Posted by: starlight. Feb 4 2015, 07:33 PM
Sometimes your instincts warned you, her father had always told her to trust her insticts, But this time she didn't want to. No amount of warnings or to John or pleading with her father could change the outcome of what was about to happen. The uneasy feeling in her stomach didn't waver as she continued the long walk back to the locker room. The next thirty minutes were going to be gut wrenching, like a trainwreck that she couldn't look away from. Elisha had resigned herself to the idea that her boyfriend and her father would never get along. There was too much ego, too much history. Blood may have been thicker than water but this was different. She loved John with all her being, she wasn't leaving him just because she had an overprotective father who couldn't let go. Family Christmas would just be a little bit more awkward.

She did her best not to watch the match, flitting around the locker room, stretching, showering, changing - distracting herself from the match that was playing on the monitor. She had too much on her mind, too much anxiety about the whole thing. Why couldn't they just get along? Of course, she knew the answer to that question. Her father's ego was bigger than all of this, and she knew what it was going to take for him to stop being such an ass to John. Her boyfriend was going to have to stand up to her father, take a stand, show he wasn't going to take his crap. It'd show Shawn that he wasn't just going to lie down and take a beating, he was going to fight, fight for his relationship with Elisha - she'd already put him through enough hell for screwing up the first time. They were getting back on track, no one needed this sending them two steps backwards to square one.

Elisha had packed both their bags, having the feeling they were both wanting to get out of the arena sooner rather than later once this match was done. She'd changed into her street clothes - ripped, skinny jeans and a baggy t-shirt in hopes that by the time she was done the match would be over. She sat, tapping her hands nervously as her eyes watched the monitor. To say she felt uneasy would be an understatement. Her stomach was in knots, and she could blame the tough match she had early on the vomit she'd done when she got into the locker room. But she knew what it was really from. She wanted her boyfriend to beat her father at his own game, show Shawn that his game was up and two could play at it.

There was no doubt that she loved her father very much, and if this had happened a couple of years ago - when she was younger, more naive, new to the business perhaps she wouldn't be praying for him to be left alone in the middle of the ring. But it wasn't. She'd changed, grown older and wiser to his tricks. She was alot like him, but she had qualities about her to spite him. Her relationship with John wasn't to spite her father, but it was one of the perks about it. He'd never wanted her to be part of this business, but here she was - showing the world what she could do. He might have thought that he was helping, but he was doing anything but. Family problems 101.

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He couldn't say if reluctance was the right word for him to use in the current situation, but it was the one that came to mind when he took a moment to glance back at his opponents gathering some yards behind them. The way they tossed looks his way made him feel more unnerved than he had been which ultimately led to him looking away and back to Shawn. His behavior seemed normal as he stretched and twisted in attempts to limber up before the match, but he was the king of screwing people over and the former champion had no doubt he was at the top of the list for potentials. One didn't just go around inadvertantly hurting someone's daughter and not pay a price. He had yet to receive the full brunt of what he had been expecting from father Michaells, getting left behind in the ring would probably do just that. He took a breath as though he were to say something, but Elisha came out of nowhere to express her affections before the match began. He could feel Shawn's eyes on them as John was careful in how he returned the gesture. He wasn't about to let them an rule their intimate life, but in his presence before a match he would behave himself.

"Don't sorry," he whispered in her ear as a gentle kiss was planted at her temple before she slipped away. He didn't miss the message in her expression. 'He'll turn on you' it had warned and he was obliged to agree with the statement. He had been thinking it ever since he had received word of the card. If his own daughter didn't trust the man to play fair then John would have to agree with her. This match was about to be a rodeo and he had the choice of being the clown or the bull since Shawn clearly intended to be the rider. With a nodof his head to Shawn he initiated the beginning of the show.

It became one of the more technical matches the crowd had seen in some time as John and Shawn worked at wearing down the speed of their competitors, the former champion matching styles with the veteran in a slight attempt to impress as well as to keep an eye on him. If he powerhoused through the match he could easily be blindsided when he least expected it. With the match slowed and in control he could send his focus to more than one place. The momentum had been building until John felt that shift. He had just shut down the competitors attempt to rebuild their strength when Shawn seemed to become less interested in what was going on. This is it, he thought and turned to reach for the tag. As he went to his corner, Shawn eyed him then withdrew his hand and backed away. He former Champion had hoped that this wouldn't happen, that the veteran would be a stand up guy, but it just wasn't going to happen this night.

"I'm not getting Montreal'd," he slightly yelled before reaching over the ropes, grabbing Shawn and whipping him over the top rope. The elder was caught by surprise at someone guessing his game and landed with a shock. Pulling a page out of Steve Austins book, John flipped the double bird before hoisting a still flabbergasted Shawn over his head and delivering an FU to his own partner. With Shawn thoroughly incapacitated, he finished off his competitors by knocking Orton away and doing the same move to Morrison.

Once it was over he didn't look back and didn't help Shawn from the ring. If that wasn't a message well sent he didn't know what was. He was too angry to think of what this could mean with Elisha, all he could see was how Shawn had turned his back on him and intended to leave him high and dry.

Posted by: starlight. Mar 3 2015, 06:50 PM
Elisha had kept her eyes glued to the screen, watching to see what would ensue between her boyfriend and her father. She was hardly surprised by what she saw. It was what she expected from her father. He was angry, she understood that, but it wasn't his relationship to get involved with. She grabbed both their bags and moved to wait outside their locker room. She didn't want to stick around and she wanted to make a quick exit. Seeing John come down the hallway, Elisha could read him like a book. He was angry - angry at her father, angry at what had just happened. She was certainly not going to try and make it better. He had every right to feel that way. " We're leaving." She said simply, tossing his bag at him so he'd catch it.

She'd drive, he could cool down, both physically and mentally. There was no chance that she would make excuses for her father. He knew what he was doing when he had chosen to try and turn his back on John. Deep down she knew that things were never going to be great between her dad and John - there was history, far too much ego and even more emotion involved. She was counting down the years until her father retired. Tossing her bag into the trunk of the car, she glanced over her shoulder briefly, seeing the camera crew coming their way before getting into the car. They were starting to film things for Total Diva's, something she was contracually obliged to take part in.

Her body ached, her head pounded - that had been a nasty fall she had taken. The silence was deafening as she finally exhaled after what felt like forever. " Hungry?" She asked curiously. They were trying to get their relationship on track, trying to make things right, but talking about this wasn't the answer. It wasn't going to change what happened, it wasn't going to change her father. What had happened out there was no surprise to anyone. Should they talk about it? Probably, but what was she going to say to him? Clearing her throat, she stopped at the red light and took a deep breath. " I'm sorry." She said finally. " I know that you're angry and I don't blame you. But I'm sorry." What was she apologising for? It wasn't like she had done anything wrong. Hell, she'd even tried to warn John the best she could.

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Considering she was already in street clothes it made her exit of the arena easy, just a pit stop to the locker room to get her bag before she would jet. She wasn’t particularly keen on sticking around to see what happened between John and Shawn, or get stopped for an interview. Or get stopped and confronted by some other wrestler she might have pissed off this night. She had never had an intention on interfering, but Mickie had confronted her; the Canadian wasn’t known to back down. Unfortunately it left her rattled and more than a little frustrated that the diva had been able to draw her out from behind the announcer’s booth. She didn’t know if Elisha was aware that her friend had interfered and quite frankly she wasn’t sure she ever did want her to know. There was pride on the line and Trish didn’t really know how the diva would take it when she did learn of what happened. She had seen people snap when they found out there had been an assist.

Her bag flew over her shoulder in a flurry of anger as she continued to think about it. Many might tell her it wasn’t something she should be concerned with, but she was. She had allowed someone to bait her and she didn’t like it. She wanted to throw punches at a wall, but a broken hand before her retirement match wasn’t the wisest decision. Instead she did what she had done ever since she had tried putting the Vince thing behind her, she bottled it and swallowed the hot fire burning in her chest. Hiding what you really felt was one of the many tricks you had to learn quickly in this business. If people caught on to a specific emotion they would exploit the hell out of it. She had a week left and wished to be left relatively alone until she would walk away from this for eternity.

The only indication she was on edge as she walked to the parking garage was her unusual grip on the strap of the bag wrapped around her shoulder. Her knuckles were white as she used it as a way to blow off that steam that would prefer her fist was connecting with someone’s face. Don’t let Chris see this, her conscience whispered as she took to breathing through her nose when she spotted him waiting patiently in his car near the back of the lot, car inconspicuous so he wouldn’t draw unwanted attention. He shouldn’t have even been at the arena if he was to be keeping it a secret, but Chris liked to ride that line.

She took a breath and attempted to exhale that last bit of frustration before she started for his car, her nails tapping on his window to announce her arrival before she smoothly slipped into the passenger seat. If she were honest with herself she shouldn’t be driving with pent up rage, though she wasn’t about to admit that to him. Before strapping herself in she slid the bag between them to the back seat before she offered him a charming albeit fake smile to cover what she really felt. “My car will draw attention, where are we going?” She offered, her eyes carefully guarded and not necessarily because of their past history.

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After what had just happened he couldn’t say he was in quite the mood to be sticking around either and seeing Elisha outside the dressing room with their bags ready to go reminded him why he loved her. She already knew what he would be feeling without even having to see his face. All he did was nod and catch his bag, digging for a t shirt as they walked down the hallway with a few superstars stopping to stare. He had just beat Shawn at his own game, few people did that and got away with it. He had a feeling he had just painted an even larger target on his back, but he wasn’t about to let the elder Michaels push him around; John didn’t care who it was, he didn’t let people pull the wool over his eyes.

The silence between them as she drove might have felt awkward if John were in the frame of mind to notice. His posture was closed off, unintentionally, and his eyes were locked on the window though he didn’t see anything that went by. All he could think about was how he might have handled that differently and every angle he took he could still see Shawn leaving him high and dry or partaking in a beat down with their opponents. He had been feeling good about the status of his relationship with Elisha, but this complicated matters. It was obvious she didn’t fault him otherwise she wouldn’t be with him right then, but it still nagged in his mind that this could put a wedge between them again. He had promised he would do everything in his power to keep her happily by him, this didn’t seem like a good start to that.

When she finally spoke he wasn’t sure how to respond. Honestly he should eat considering he hadn’t since early that afternoon, but he could hardly bring himself to make a decision on where to eat when his mind was unable to focus. It was when she started apologizing that he pulled his eyes from the window and looked at her, brows furrowed slightly in frustration and sympathy. Instinctually he reached a hand out to clasp over hers to let her know he was listening. “You have nothing to apologize for. You can’t control him any more than he can control you. I’m just sorry I didn’t handle that better. I’m certainly not making this very easy for you,” he offered as he felt some of the anger at Shawn dissipate as he found something else to focus on. She wanted nothing more than for the both of them to get along, but it didn’t seem that would be destined to happen. His family loved the hell out of her; he wished it would be reciprocated. He had messed up with her, but that was something they had to work out together without interference from her father.

“Let’s do ourselves a favor and get room service. There’s a juicy ribeye calling your name,” he said in attempts to lighten the mood. He didn’t think either of them were on a level to deal with the public right now. They could use a bit of privacy, though that would mean they would have to discuss what happened.

Posted by: starlight. Mar 26 2015, 02:56 AM
Feeling his hand clasp around hers made the anxious feeling begin to disappear from her body. This wasn’t what either of them needed to deal with a week our from the PPV. If either of them had any chance of putting on a show, having a great match and winning situations like this needed to disappear. “ How else were you supposed to handle it?” She asked him softly, stealing a glance over John’s way as she waited for the light to change colour. “ I don’t expect you to put up with his games, John. The last thing I want is my father thinking he can leave you high and dry with no repercussions.” This was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, the man she wanted to marry, have children with, build a life with - it was about time her father accepted that and stayed out of her relationship.

Room service sounded like a perfect idea. “ I could probably swallow the whole thing whole I’m that hungry.” She laughed, turning into the parking lot. Fans were out and about, but she was hardly in the mood to stop for them. It was out of character yes, but right now the only person she wanted to be with was John. Parking the rental, and getting out, she grabbed her bag and waited for him before taking his hand. She was sticking by her man and rightly so. It was about time her father stopped trying to get involved in her relationships. At some point she’d have to have the conversation with him about it, but now was certainly not the appropriate time. No doubt he would be angry. After all, he’d been beaten at his own game.

Heading straight for the elevator and stepping in, once the door closed she let her head rest against John, taking a deep breath, with everything that had been going on around them, she’d forgotten just how nice it was to be with John. It’d been a couple of weeks since Trish’s retirement party, but this was the first time they’d been able to spend time together. It was just unfortunate there was a dark cloud hanging over the both of them. Giving his hand a soft squeeze, she looked up at John and smiled over at him “ You better be prepared to cuddle tonight.” She chuckled. “ I’ve been deprived for too long.” She wanted nothing more than to just be with him, feel his arms around her again. That was all she wanted.

It was a short walk down the hall to their suite, the McMahon’s clearly wanted to keep them happy - there was enough room for the whole locker room in there. Putting her bag down, she opened it up and grabbed out one of John’s old merch t-shirts. It swam on her but it was comfy. Sans pants and changed, hair tied up in a messy bun, she lay back on the bed reading over the room service menu, not that she could focus. Her head was pounding and her body aching. Elisha did her best to stay away from pain pills - with her family history anything could happen. It was no secret her father had struggled with prescription medication addiction, the last thing she wanted was to travel down the same path.

“ If you want to go cool off and shower or whatever, I can order.” With one glance at the menu she already knew what he’d be ordering. He was so strict with his diet that there were hardly any options and this close to a PPV she knew better than to even suggest he just ‘live a little.’ After everything that had happened Elisha had learnt to read John, know when he wanted space, know when he wanted time in his own head. The last thing she wanted was to smother him and force him to have a discussion he wasn’t ready to have. Sure, at some point in the evening they were going to have to talk about things, talk about how they felt, make sure they were on the same page. She wanted John to know that they were on the same team, she was by his side and supported his actions. Her pain, her struggles, her feelings about what she was going through could wait - she doubted he wanted to hear about how she was doubting herself in the lead up to the biggest match of her career. Stressed and anxious didn’t even begin to cover it.

*

“ It’s a surprise.” He said to her with a smile, pulling out behind the car that no doubt contained John and Elisha. They were no doubt going to have an interesting evening. But that wasn’t Chris’s focus. Trish was his focus for the night. He wasn’t sure how many more times he’d be able to have her company, he wanted to make the most of it. “ You know, if you grip your bags any tighter you might do them some damage.” He said with a chuckle. Sure, there were a lot of people around that wouldn’t have noticed the brave face that Trish had on, how she was trying to swallow her anger, bottle it all up. But Chris had been around for years, he’d spent enough time with the Canadian to read her like a book. She was a champion, and kept her emotions in check like they’d all learnt to. It was a true mark of a champion - of course it messed up how you acted in real life, when you weren’t working - some it took years of therapy to work through the emotional mess.

“ So.” Chris said, keeping his eyes on the road. “ When I thought I was done with all of this, when I thought that I wasn’t coming back I thought that I would achieve so much. I’d get so much done, my family thought that I’d finally settle down, you know, find the right woman to put up with me but I just couldn’t adjust.” Maybe because he hadn’t been done, he hadn’t been sure that he was done with the life. He knew Trish would be different, she was ready to go, ready to hang up her boots and move on with life. “ I guess I wasn’t ready for normality.” But hey, being a rockstar was normal, right? Pulling up at a quiet diner, just on the outskirts of town he grinned. “ Remember this place?” He asked as he turned off the car with a smile. “ We came here after a RAW a few years back.” He remembered it, maybe because he’d been there with Trish and they’d been awake for hours just laughing and joking with each other. He missed those days. He was going to have to savour the last few he had with her.

“ Excellent pie from memory.” He noted, getting out the car and moving around to help her out. “ You want to talk about what happened tonight?” He asked her curiously. “ Or do you want me to go along with pretending like you’re okay and nothing happened?” Chris questioned, closing the car door behind her and moving into the diner - being the gentleman with the door. “ Because we can do that too, if you’d like.” Maybe she didn’t want to talk about how Mickie got under her skin, how one person could make her so angry. Although, if he was honest he remembered when he was that person in Trish’s life, he was glad it wasn’t him any more.

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Normally John was very good at putting on a face for the fans and stopping for autographs or a chat, but he didn’t have it in him tonight especially as he saw Elisha wanted to shirk them. Most fans were smart and logical so he felt it would be alright for them to skip the meet and greets for one evening. They were both tired physically as well as mentally. He felt relief in the fact his girlfriend wasn’t blaming him for his actions against her father, but that only took him so far. At the moment he was simply looking forward to a meal and quiet night with his woman. They’d spent a lot of time apart since their reconciliation and he felt they needed to make up for that time. Once they were in the elevator and moving toward their room he wrapped an arm over her shoulder to keep her close for those precious moments alone, taking in her scent. When she finally spoke he smirked before kissing her hair. “Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said in return before exiting after her once they’d reached their floor.

Once inside he found himself collapsing into one of the executive chairs by the window and closing his eyes for a moment, letting his body relax momentarily before he heard Elisha rustling through her bag for sleep clothes undoubtedly. He missed the feel of their skins pressing against one another, but he wasn’t about to suggest they jump right back into that just yet. They still had a serious discussion ahead of them and sex might just complicate matters. He was a male, however, and let his mind wander momentarily as she slipped into a shirt for sleeping. He had to admit he was smiling at the fact she still slept in one of his shirts as he thought she might have shredded them all in their time apart.

When she offered to order for them he made himself get up from the chair and move to the bed, taking a seat behind her and slowly brings his hands up her back to her shoulders where he began to massage. He had been able to see the tension in her body, now that she was beneath his hands he could feel the knots it had produced. He didn’t feel like leaving her for a moment and so would forgo a shower for the moment. “I have a better idea, but it’ll have to wait until after dinner. I’ll take care of the knots while you order, you know what I like.” He said in her ear before kissing it gently, resuming his massage.

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Her jaw noticeably tightened when he commented on how tightly she had been holding onto the strap of her bag as though it had been the one to wrong her. They had both been in the business long enough to notice the little things that gave away someone’s thoughts, but she had placed false hope in a wish he would somehow overlook it. Chris was more observant than most and he generally didn’t know how to keep it to himself. Some things would never change and at this moment she had hoped maybe he had dropped that annoying habit. Regardless he seemed to not care to hear it as he switched gears. Admittedly hearing his little ‘pep talk’ on retirement didn’t make her feel much better either and it took a lot of effort for her to not pull her phone out and text someone to keep him from talking to her. She was regretting her decision to come along until they pulled up to a small diner she recognized once they were parked.

She felt she couldn’t quite move as she stared at the building and every moment of her shared time with Chris came floating back to her. Finally she looked over at him with the weight fluttering from her heavy shoulders. “I couldn’t forget if I tried,” she said softly as that wall she had put up came down for a brief moment. She looked at him with an expression she hadn’t given him for a long time. She saw him as she had before he’d broken her heart, for a brief period of time before regaining her composure and exiting the car. Though that thin wall was back in place, she had to hide the smile from him as he assisted her from the car. Careful a voice said gently to her as they started toward the diner, him assisting her with yet another door before a hostess was moving quickly to seat them as though she recognized them. Just like before, they were given a table for two in a quiet corner of the restaurant so as to not be disturbed.

When she sat she finally took a breath and felt that weight on her chest again. She had been ignoring what Chris said until now, thinking maybe if she did so he might let it go, but she felt that maybe she would feel better talking to someone about it. She couldn’t speak with Elisha considering it had been her match she had interfered in. “I’m not good with these social prerogatives, none of us are…” she started tentatively, ignoring the menu in front of her as she was suddenly not so hungry. Her gaze had lowered and her fingernail picked at the corner of the menu before she made herself look back up to him. He had been there before, he knew what she was going through. “I’m bothered I let her bait me. I’m going to be retiring and giving her that satisfaction was not in my agenda. I made her regret it, but getting involved in my competitors match was not a good thing. I don’t want people to think I’m that person anymore. I built my career on that shit when I first started and I’m embarrassed by it.” She admitted, telling him a fear she had kept so close to her heart, telling him something she hadn’t spoken to anyone else in the business about. She had been around long enough and done enough good that she should have been able to let it go at this point, but she couldn’t. It haunted her and probably always would. Maybe it was the real reason she was retiring. As she took a deep breath she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “I’m going to need a Chardonnay after that,” she said quite seriously after realizing what she had just done. What the hell was she doing?

Posted by: starlight. Apr 9 2015, 08:05 PM
Elisha did her best to let her body relax. No matter what she told herself, no matter how hard she tried to relax she just couldn’t. Her body had began to hold tension in her back, not even a professional masseuse had managed to get the knots out. It was weeks of stress building up, maybe after this PPV things would die down a little. But she doubted it. She ordered for them both, nothing special just meat and vegetables. There were so many things on the menu she wished she could have ordered. Cheeseburgers, fries, fried chicken - if she thought about it any more she might have started drooling. Rolling her shoulders back, Elisha glanced over her shoulder at him “ Oh, someone enjoys baths now do they? If I remember correctly it was you that thought they were a bad idea.” She teased, remembering the first time she had suggested he have a bath to relax.

It wasn’t very long until room service arrived, slipping out of his grip, she got up to open the door, thanking the man before she shut the door and smiled over at John. “ A romantic dinner for two is served.” She teased, passing him a plate of steak and vegetables, and grabbing her own of chicken and vegetables. “ If I have to eat another chicken breast after this PPV I actually might go insane.” She muttered, joining him back on the bed to eat her food. Sore was an understatement, Mickie really had hit her for six earlier.

Elisha poked and prodded around her chicken and vegetables. For as hungry as she was, she wasn’t exactly eating it. She had too much on her mind, too many anxious feelings in her stomach. Putting down her plate, she took a deep breath and just rested her head on his shoulder not even sure what she should say. “ I.” She stopped, choosing her words carefully. “ I’m petrified I’m going to let everyone down.” She finally spoke. If anyone knew what she was going through it was him right? For years he’d had expectations weighing on his shoulders, surely he knew how she felt. “ What if I’m not good enough on Sunday?” For weeks she’d had this feeling, but who could she talk to? Trish was her competitor she couldn’t say anything to her, her father was more concerned about hurting her boyfriend and she hadn’t seen John to talk to him. It wasn’t often she talked about these things, but if her and John were going to get back on track Elisha needed to learn to not bottle her emotions, tackle things head on - no matter how scary it was.

*

He wasn’t stupid, he knew Trish didn’t particularly want to talk about it. He’d known her too long, and knew her too well to see that. But, he also knew that bottling everything up wasn’t going to help. “ No one is going to remember you for the time you let Mickie James get the better of you.” Chris mentioned, looking over the menu although he already knew what he was having. It was the same thing he always ordered. “ No one is even going to remember the things you think they will.” He shrugged. “ They’ll remember you for being a pioneer of the women’s division. They’ll remember you for all the good you did. I guarantee you.” Every wrestler remembered the mistakes they made in their career. But the fans? They remembered the good times, the times you made them feel like they were the only ones in the arena, they remembered the times you pushed the envelope, when you made them laugh, cry, and scream louder than the person next to you.

“ We’ve all made mistakes in our career Trish. I know I have.” He mumbled, looking out the window for a moment, then back to the brunette. “ Some of us are still trying to make up for those mistakes. But you?” He said shaking his head. “ You’ve done more than you could imagine for our sport.” He wanted her to think positively. So what if she’d gotten involved in a match tonight? It hardly even made a dent in her career. “ Don’t dwell - you’ve got one more match. Don’t dwell on the past, look forward to the future.” What else could he say? He couldn’t think of anything else to make her feel better. He’d practically repeated the same speech he’d received about retirement.

He looked up to the waitress, ordering for himself, listening to Trish order before chuckling. “ People won’t be forgetting you in a hurry.” He reminded her.

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She wasn't sure what she expected from Chris when she finally hit a breaking point and snapped. She wasn't sure she had expected anything of him to be honest, but he was surprising her once again,much like when he showed at her retirement party. As she careened over the menu she listened to him, really listened for the first time in ages. Many people could tell her the same things as he was at this moment, but oddly it felt different hearing it from Chris. She might have blown it off in favor of actually deciding what to have, but she chose to listen for reasons she may not be so ready to admit to just yet. They were connecting again and it scared her to think about it. She had enough to consider at this moment without adding the complications of whatever was going on between them to her plate.

When the waitress returned she found herself looking at Chris with different eyes as he was distracted with ordering. He wasn't the same man he had been those years ago when he hurt her so badly. He genuinely wanted to be in her company just to be there should she need it, not because of some bet or wanting to apologize so badly. His desire to be there made her reflect until the waitress turned to her. She folded the menu and handed it to her whilst ordering the grilled chicken and asparagus with portobello marsala sauce. Wine in her food may be a little indulgent, but for once she was permitting herself to love in the moment. A side of chardonnay wouldn't hurt either so long as she was careful with it. She wasn't about to let herself make any major mistakes tonight.

Once their audience left them, she smiled slightly at Chris, being careful to not give the wrong impression. "When was it you decided to come back? I've heard your music is doing well so its obviously not due to that. You'd have more downtime touring with the band in comparison to bring back here," she started, cutting herself off before she could say 'you'd have time to create a family' as it wasn't something she felt comfortable discussing.

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John worked his fingers into the tension knots around her shoulders, prying to get her relaxed and into better shape before a very important match. Honestly he hadn't let himself think about it much considering it was between his girlfriend and a friend who'd made him open his eyes to see what he almost lost for good. He knew each of the women would play fair and put on a hell of a show, but it still wasn't something he wanted to think about. Trish had introduced him to Elisha and had saved their relationship, what if he needed her after she left?

Room service saved his mind from traveling too far down a road he didn't want it to. Elisha slipped from under his hands beating him to the door. "Baths aren't always a bad idea, I just didn't think it was a particularly good idea at the time," he offered as she was laying their food out on the bed and almost making him cringe. Eating in bed wasn't something he liked to do, but he sensed she needed him by her at the moment so he thanked her and began devouring the broccoli first. He hadn't realized how hungry he had been and so was entirely distracted with his meal which caused him to miss how Elisha was essentially avoiding hers. That was until she finally uttered a single 'I'. At this point he glanced to her, then to her plate in disarray from food being pushed around. This made him stop the filleting of his steak and shift his body a little more in her direction. The moment she went on he found himself putting his plate on the nightstand and shifting his arm so it wrapped around her torso to offer comfort.

He was quiet until she finished, taking a moment to formulate what to say before he squeezed her slightly. "The first time I saw you wrestle I couldn't help but tell people that you had it, that you were the future of the division. People didn't believe it then, but they do now. Listen," he said, looking down into her eyes so she would gather the seriousness. "Trish wouldn't choose to go out with a sub par competitor. This isn't about the title for her, its about ending on a high. She will push you to your best and you'll do the same. Its normal to be nervous. The moment you're not excited, scared, or nervous is the time to get out. You will be more than 'good enough' on Sunday. I know that for a fact." He concluded with a finality that left no room for argument. Slowly his expression evolved into a smile as his other hand came up to stroke her cheek before he leaned in and kissed her with care. His hand moved to delve into her hair and he fought the groan in his throat as he felt the first twinge of pressure in his pants. The timing isn't right he reminded and broke from her.

"Now eat or I won't do that again," he threatened with false bravado.

Posted by: starlight. May 11 2015, 08:30 PM
Elisha listened to his words, doing her best to believe what he was saying. It was nice hearing it from someone that wasn’t her father, he’d tried after seeing just how insecure his daughter had felt about the whole thing. But it was different coming from John. She pulled her lips away from his, regrettably. It’d been ages since he had kissed her like that and she’d missed it. For week’s they’d been dancing around each other, just trying to figure out where they stood with each other. It’s not like they could just jump right back to where they were before. Looking back at her chicken, it took her no time to catch up and finish her plate. Grabbing her plate, she moved off the bed and placed it back on the serving trolley.

“ I think I might take that bath now.” She announced with a soft smile, moving off into the bathroom to start running the water. “ Feel free to join me when you’re done.” She called, tossing off the oversized t-shirt and underwear before stepping into the hot bath. With her hair messily ontop of her head, she smiled submerging herself under the water until she was conveniently covered in bubbles. Resting her head back and closing her eyes for a brief moment, she tried to not let her mind wander to the last time they’d shared a bath together. They hadn’t spoken about anything, hell, they hadn’t had time to. With two massive matches, of course their focus had been on work - maybe dancing around the issue wasn’t exactly a good idea but what else could they do? When would the right time be? There was always going to be something.

“ Hey babe, can you bring me my phone?” She called to him, rolling back her shoulders with a sigh of relief. She needed to relax, and she certainly hoped that falling asleep next to John for the night would help. Just having him around put her at ease.

*

Chris thought about her question for a moment, before taking a deep breath. “ I realised that I was just replacing one vice with another.” He explained to her with a shrug of his shoulders. “ And I mean, as happy as I am on tour. If I’m going to be away from home, and travelling around I want it to be the one thing that I enjoy doing.” Plus, he couldn’t sit around at home. He had been getting restless at home and that was never a good thing. “ Plus, it’s not like I managed to do everything I wanted to do. It was never retirement as such, it was just a break.” Well, that was his story and he was sticking to it. He’d wanted to go home, meet a girl that would make him happy, they’d start a family and he’d have a Chris Junior. But of course, none of that happened.

He sipped from the beer beside him and took a deep breath. “ So, you’re going to go start your yoga studio, hunt down that Doctor guy you were seeing and have genetically blessed kids?” He was half joking, wanting to see her reaction. Sure, he didn’t exactly want that. He wanted it to be him. They’d be able to make it work, surely. People before them had. And who better to be with than someone who understood the life? He’d spent years trying to find someone to replace her, someone that could make him feel like she did. But he hadn’t.

“ Whoever he is, he’s the luckiest guy in the world.” He hadn’t realised what he’d said until it was too late. He’d never been happier to see his food arrive than that very moment. Smiling at the waitress as she set his plate down, he quickly dug in. “ So what have you got planned for your final match? Anything special?” Smooth subject change Chris.

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Hearing Chris speak of vices made the fellow Canadian fall into a brief relapse of thought. It made her wonder if she would end up missing the road and all the people she got to meet. She could tell that the business had begun to break her body down and she realistically couldn’t continue on in this fashion if she hoped to be able to walk in the future, but she still wondered if she would feel an ache in her chest. What she was going to leave the business to do was fulfilling and still left her active every day, but it would be easier on her to do it. She could return to her own home and bed everyday, she wouldn’t miss family dinners anymore. It would all be worth it, right?

Her thoughts were interrupted when Chris seemed to have read her mind, at least momentarily, as he spoke of how he seemed to have stumbled on what she was going to be doing with her life after this. His mention of the man she may have married outside of him made her stop breathing momentarily. Her eyes lowered and her thumb rubbed the stem of the wine glass as she remembered him. Not many understood why she felt how she did for him, they would always remark how she was a ‘10’ and he was a ‘2’, but she had loved him for so long she didn’t notice. He had noticed her before anyone else ever had. He quite possibly may have been her soulmate, but he had slipped through her fingers. “No. He found happiness elsewhere, as he should have.” She stated flatly before bringing the wine glass to her lips and drinking away a good portion of it. They had gone their separate ways for good many years ago, but thinking about it once more made a familiar hole in her chest begin to pulse. She left the conversation closed as it wasn’t something she wanted to discuss or hear ‘he missed out’, or whatever ridiculous things people said trying to make another feel better.

Timing on the waitress’ behalf could not have been better as their food arrived just as she was looking for ways to dodge the incoming conversation. She found her appetite had diminished as she recalled the man across from her had also left a gaping hole in her chest when he had slipped away, but she was going to stuff her mouth as quickly as possible to keep from answering anything further. The warm buzz from the wine barely took the edge off her uncomfortable mood as she suddenly wished she had never allowed herself to be in Chris’ path again. Luckily he didn’t start that particular conversation up again when he spoke next.

She focused on the taste of her food before answering him, giving herself the time to clear her mind from the swarm of heartbreak first so as to not give away how his words had been a bit of a slap to the face. “I’m not really sure yet. It won’t be easy regardless what I do. I couldn’t ask for another street fight no matter how much of an upper hand I could have there. I get the feeling it may come down to the battle of the Sharpshooters. Apparently Bret and Shawn have passed the battle on to the next generation.” She said with a slight smirk before dropping her gaze again. If Elisha did lock in a Sharpshooter, Trish wasn’t sure how the crowd would react; would it be in disdain, would the ‘screwjob’ come up? She hoped to keep such politics out of this final match, but she was sure that wouldn’t happen; It was the pride of Canada against the Heartbreak Kid’s daughter.

“And what of you? You looking to have my friends head on a stake like everyone else, or do you have your sights set on something more unpredictable?” She questioned to move the conversation back to him. She felt like too much of herself had been exposed already. It was a cop out and clearly a sore attempt at small talk to keep it from being too awkward, but she found it difficult to keep the attention on herself after what had been brought up unintentionally.

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Once she left him in favor of a bath he found himself chowing down on his meal a bit more ravenously, his manners going out the window without her there to impress. She offered for him to join her, but he was still a little apprehensive when it came to such intimate things. Neither of them were shy about the physical aspect of the relationship, but he still didn’t feel jumping the gun before their very important matches. A ruined night would ultimately spill over into their professional lives and he didn’t want to cause that for himself or for her. Something like that could likely be the downfall of this second attempt at their relationship. He wasn’t willing to jeopardize it ever again so he played it safe.

That was until she was calling from the bathroom for her phone. “It’s a cruel world,” he muttered before grabbing the device and stepping into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe and looking down at her, trying to keep his eyes on her face but it was damn hard. A cruel world indeed. “I think this inhibits that whole relaxing thing you should be doing.” He said with the phone waving between his fingers before he finally moved closer and knelt down beside the tub. A nice bath with her would be phenomenal, but he had to remember the boundaries he set for himself and the tub was clearly not meant for two people. He wasn’t sure if he could even fit comfortably in it on his own. “I’m not so sure you even wanted the phone. I think you just wanted to torment me,” he said as his fingers splashed in the waters. So many temptations, but he would be the gentleman for a bit longer.

“The question is whether you’re going to be a little minx tonight or are you going to let me sleep?” He questioned before splashing some water up toward her face.

Posted by: starlight. Jul 25 2015, 06:26 AM
Trish was always good at turning conversations around on people. She did just that and he shrugged. “ I mean, I’d love to hold the titles again, but it’s not my number one concern. I was talking to Paul the other day, all these young kids are coming in and they’re just thinking they’ve already made it. No one is working their asses off like we used to.” He paused, thinking of an example. “ I hate to use this example, because I know you love her but look at Elisha. If she wasn’t Shawn’s daughter, there’s no way she’d have the gold around her waist. Hell, I doubt that she would even be in the business - the difference between her and most of the kids in the locker room is that she works her ass off.” He pointed out. “ So, I’m just going to beat some respect into some kids before I go after the belt.” John had enough on his plate right now - Chris wanted his full attention.

“ You know, I think you and Elisha should just have a match. Nothing fancy. No street fights, nothing like it. Strip it back to why we’re all here - to wrestle.” Because take away all the pyro, the music, the fans, all of it what were they there to wrestle. Vince might have disagreed and said they they were there to entertain, but that was up for discussion. He looked down at the food that was set infant of him and took a bite, thinking for a moment. “ Just, take a few days to let everything sink in when you’re done.” He told her “ It just takes a while to get used to not having to move around from one hotel room to another.”

He couldn’t get used to it. It was why he’d spent so much time with Fozzy touring. Some people just needed to live the life as long as he could, and he was one of them. “ You’ll probably get yourself settled and the man of your dreams will walk right into your yoga studio doors.” The fact that he hoped it was him, he hoped they could figure something out was another subject for another day. Of course he’d love that, but Trish had made it very clear that he’d hurt her something chronic a few years ago - could she ever forgive him and move past that?

*

Elisha rose a brow and looked over at John with a chuckle. “ Oh please, if I was trying to rattle you I’d be walking around this hotel room naked.” She laughed, taking her phone and checking her messages for a moment before looking up at him. “ Which I’m more than happy to do, but you know, you’d need to exercise some self control and I’m not sure you can do that.” She teased, sitting forward and flicking the water from her fingertips at him. She glanced up at him, moving some hair behind her ears and watching him. “ What’s on your mind?” She asked him curiously, he was clearly thinking about something but she was hoping to distract him.

Smirking, she leaned forward and while he was talking she grabbed the hand held shower head. Quickly, she turned the water on and sprayed him with a giggle, leaning back and laughing at him. “ Ooops.” Elisha teased, winking. It was a way to lighten the mood. She held onto the shower head and offered John a wide smile. “ Could you please pass me a towel? I’d hate for you to get the wrong idea.” She was joking of course, she didn’t care if he saw her naked, hell, she’d enjoy the whole thing. But they were taking things slow again and this was what they had to do.

She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t upset by it all. It was what they needed to do, take a step back and take things slow. “ But as long as you cuddle me all night, I’ll be happy.” She’d missed falling asleep in his arms. It’d been months, and she’d missed it more than the sex, more than anything. Falling asleep in her safe place, where nothing could hurt her. In John’s arms, listening to his heartbeat.

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Over the years Trish had become quite good at biting her tongue when the time called for it, and this was definitely one of those times. Sitting still as Chris seemingly berated Elisha for having been a second generation star took some self-control. She knew what he was getting at, and eventually he brought it around to complementing her opponent. Trish had taken the girl under her wing and was her guide until she met John, she took personal offense to what Chris had said regardless of his intentions. She may be her final opponent in the ring, but the girl was going to be her friend beyond the mat. He always had a point to what he was saying, but he still found ways to irk her to no end. That was one thing that hadn’t gone away and it made her wonder what the point of all this was. Was she just curious to find if he had changed, curious to hear what she should expect when she retired, or was she curious for something more?

The thought was jolting and in her reverie she hadn’t heard what he had been saying; catching the tail end of his conversation as he spoke of the ‘man of her dreams’. It was the second time this had come up, she wasn’t sure she could so smoothly skirt the matter again. He was digging for something and she couldn’t quite see what it was. If she didn’t have blinders on she might have seen it plain as day, but as it seemed to continually be with him, she didn’t know what his intentions were. All she could do for the moment was swallow a lump in her throat and lightly push the remainder of her food around her plate with her fork. He wasn’t going to let this go, she knew, and so was aware that she would have to give him something substantial enough to make him drop it. Getting angry worked its wonders, but she had already told herself she wouldn’t let him see when he upset her. She didn’t know what he was up to, therefor she didn’t know if he would use anything against her in the future.

The irony of the evening didn’t seem ready to end, either, as ‘You Belong to Me’ by Dean Martin began to play over the speakers. It made her blood run hot momentarily, as though Chris had intentionally had the song played, but it quickly subsided as she concluded that would be ridiculous. “I’m not interested in dating a client. Besides, it would be easier for me to find someone normal. A dentist or an engineer; somebody not associated with the life I’ve lived for the last ten years.” She said while leaving off something rather noticeably. It’d be too hard she thought but never said. She might ache for a return to the ring. She wanted this tie to be completely severed. It was time for her to go, she didn’t want to be like so many others who always came back when people asked it of them. She had missed a lot in her life while she had been traveling. She had seen a lot of things, that was no doubt, but she craved some semblance of normalcy now before she was too worn down to appreciate anything.

She cleared her throat slightly before finishing her glass of wine and finally looking at Chris, really look at him. “I should probably go. It’s getting late and I have an early morning.” She said quite flatly, her expression just as guarded. That in and of itself was giving plenty away to him, but the conversation had hit too close to home and she was ready to leave before he delved any deeper. She had days left and she wasn’t about to mess them up with a ‘heart-to-heart’ with the man who’d broken it once upon a time.

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What was he thinking about? He couldn’t come right out and say what he was truly thinking, that would just lead to what he had been fighting since they had chosen to give this another shot. Instead he decided to speak about his match and the complications that could occur during it, breaking that other oath to not talk about work while in the hotel room. They had to get away from that world at some point or they’d go insane, but it was definitely the safer of the two promises to break. It didn’t seem she was quite interested in what was on his mind, however, as she splashed him with a stream of water from the detachable shower head. He quickly jumped back and playfully glared at her while drying his face off. “If I stink, all you had to do was say so,” he smirked to her before pulling down another towel and handing it off to her.

“I wouldn’t worry much about that, there’s not a bed large enough to keep you away from me.” He said before turning his back and exiting the room, pulling the door closed behind him. He could hold her and control himself, they’d gone a year without getting physical, he could go another month…or however long he was willing to keep this going. He missed the feel of her, but he appreciated her company more than the chance to bury himself in her again and possibly lose her for good. Sex wasn’t everything, he could have that with anyone if he wanted it; it was the bond that mattered more to him. He would bide his time to make sure they were both ready, make sure she understood that wasn’t all he was after.

In preparation for turning in, he stacked their plates back on the room service stand and put it back in the hall before stripping off his shirt and climbing into bed; She had gotten it wet after all.

[starlight]

A fortnight seemed to fly by and here they were, at possibly the biggest PPV of everyone’s career. It would be the end of Trish’s career, and it could be a career defining moment for Elisha. John could have the title belt back in his possession and depending how Chris was feeling he could make an appearance if he so desired. It was going to be one huge night. So huge that Elisha thought she might just hurl. Had she slept? No. She hadn’t slept a whole night in days. God she was nervous. Elisha arrived at the arena in the first wave of superstars. She’d travelled alone, not because it was her choice, but because of the way her and John’s schedules had panned out. She hadn’t seen him in days, they’d been in different cities, at different appearances. Maybe that was why she hadn’t slept well. The only people she’d seen in three days was her father and Paul. They were helping her out with some training. Whilst things with Shawn weren’t great because for once Elisha was making her own decision and putting herself first, Shawn wanted to help her. They’d made an agreement - he wouldn’t ask about John when they were working and that when all this was said and done and the PPV was over, Shawn was going to put his issues with John to rest. For the good of their relationship.

Moving down the corridor, headphones in and head down, Elisha headed towards her dressing room. She had a new match outfit to try and get into, and knew that the earlier she got into hair and make up the better it would be - then she wouldn’t have to make small talk with any of the other Divas. Whilst she enjoyed the company of her fellow Divas she certainly wasn’t in any mood for that today. Dropping her bag by the door, she moved to the couch and lay back, taking a deep breath. Her mind was racing with expectations, with possibilities. If she was honest, it was making her feel a little sick. Her eyes must have closed, and she must have napped for an hour or so, because her alarm was going off like crazy. “ Shit.” She muttered, sitting up and rushing out the room down towards hair and make up. Now she was running behind - this was not what she needed. Not today.

Elisha sat in the chair, everyone was talking, chatting about how excited they were about the PPV she hardly listened to a word they were saying. Elisha was in her own little world, thinking about everything. The last thing she wanted was to let Trish down. There was a reason her last match was with her, there was a reason that Trish had picked her. The level of respect Elisha had for her opponent was immeasurable. This was the woman who had helped pave the way for wrestlers like her. If it wasn’t for Trish, none of them would have this. This wasn’t just a final match. This was a ‘Thankyou’ match.

Instead of the usual, large porn star waves that the stylists were pros at, Elisha had opted for something a little more understated a little more ‘her’. This was a match between Trish and Elisha - the last thing Elisha wanted was to be compared to someone else. It was all her and no one else. Plus, if she wanted to beat the Canadian she had to be nothing but herself. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a high, straight ponytail, her make up smokey with a neutral lip. For once she was walking out of this room feeling like herself.

Walking back into her and John’s dressing room, she smiled softly at him. He’d obviously arrived while she was gone. “ Hey.” Having only been able to have a few phone calls and exchange a few text messages she wasn’t exactly sure what kind of mind frame he would be in, so she figured she’d tired carefully. “ How’ve you been stranger?” She asked as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips before moving away to give him some space. She was sure he wouldn’t want her all up in his personal space. Things had been great with them, sure they weren’t back to where they had been previously but she didn’t care. As long as she got to fall asleep next to him she could wait. Sex wasn’t everything although a little bit inside of her did miss it. There was just an added level of intimacy that came with sharing those kind of moments.

*

Whilst the dinner with Trish didn’t exactly go the way Chris had hoped - although he wasn’t really sure what he wanted to come of it. He hoped that she had understood his message. He would always be there. He wanted her to remember what she had contributed to their industry. That she wasn’t just a pair of boobs and some blonde hair. She was much more than that. He knew how much respect people had for her. Hell, even Stephanie McMahon couldn’t argue about this. She was one woman who knew exactly what Trish had contributed to female wrestling. He really did hope that Trish remembered that when she walked through the curtains for the final time.

He’d given her space over the few days since their dinner. He could read the woman like a book and knew that some of the topics that they had been discussing made her feel uncomfortable. Maybe he hit a sore spot, maybe Trish had realised that this really was the end of her wrestling career. Whilst the road would always have a spot for her, there was no place like home. It wouldn’t be an easy transition, but Chris knew if anyone could do it, it was going to be Trish. There was no chance that they’d be seeing her back here in a year. She wasn’t like that.

Moving down the hall, he slipped past a few of the superstars who were getting ready for their matches and moved to take a seat in catering. He liked to watch. Already he’d seen Elisha rushing through the halls, he’d seen Cena stop by catering for his ritual of collecting some lunch and a few bottles of water, he’d seen Shawn and Paul talking shop. Really, sometimes you learnt much more by watching than just running your mouth. He had certainly taken his time to learn that, but it was some of the best advice he had ever heard. In fact, he was fairly sure it was ‘Taker that had given him that gem. Sipping on a cup of coffee, he began to flick through the WWE magazine, reading about how the new Diva’s show would be starting. After everything Trish had done, now they really were just parading the girls around for money making. These women were talented, a reality show didn’t exactly show that.

[Yunalesca]

The days following an uncomfortable dinner with Chris hadn't been any easier. The Canadian diva had hoped she would be given small favors to the effect of being given some peace and quiet, keeping her schedule light as she prepared to face her final opponent and say goodbye to a decade long career. She should have known better than to wish for so much, it would seem, as only now while she sat in the back of a luxury car being chauffeured to the arena did she have a moment to herself. Not a moment had been spared to really think through what tonight would be, it almost felt as though that had been on purpose. Corporate had kept her busy with appearances, a press conference, and a lengthy interview with the .com writers. The moment she thought she may be able to focus and possibly make a call to her friend and opponent, a last-minute request for her to view and approve the video package for the match had been made. They had always trusted that writing and editing would know how to best program their characters to the audience without a wrestlers' approval,but it would seem they wanted her involved. The project was a masterpiece that she was sure would please the fans and she hadn't needed to change a thing.

As she looked out the window at the passing scenery she reflected on that now, letting 'the end' truly set in. She had been viewing this as a 'beginning' since she had made her decision,but now she saw what so any others were seeing. Tonight was it, no matter how she performed. In this last moment alone she was beginning to understand what Chris had been hinting at. A person could go crazy if they let themselves think so negatively for too long.

As the arena came into view she turned her mind away from the sadness and began focusing on what was ahead of her.

*

It didn't take long after her arrival for her to feel restless. She had been hiding out in her dressing room to avoid talking to people about her retirement, but her nerves were getting the best of her. She knew the match would go well, but being alone let her mind wander to other things. She would have to speak with Elisha before the match, but for now that could wait as she was sure the other diva was busy getting ready and spending time with John before the night began.

Food wasn't even on her mind, but somehow the catering room was calling to her. Maybe it was the buzz of conversation that could keep her thoughts from the future or something else, but it seemed to be the place she was destined to go as her feet took her there after exiting her locker room. It was a prime spot to get cornered into talking to someone, but she didn't quite want to be alone at the moment. She would be alone a lot in the near future so it would be best to soak up the last few moments of being surrounded by people who understood the lifestyle you were in.

She didn't take notice of anyone in the room,skirting people and trying to be invisible as she grabbed a water and one of the magazines spread on the table to offer distraction while people conversed around the room.

Johns time since the last show wasn't exactly faring much better than Trish' as he was separated from Elisha most of the time with their bookings on different shows and signings. Eventually he hoped they would be able to be together for everything, but he understood why it was this way for now. There was a lot of build up to the coming ppv which meant the stars had to be spread out to reach as many people as possible beforehand. John did it for the fans, but he knew coporate was looking for that profit. WWE had been slipping since the 'PG era' had hit and they had to find ways to make up that profit margin. Though John wouldn't be surprised if maybe Shawn had spoken with Paul on the matter of keeping his daughter from John as much as possible. He didn't figure the legend would be so vindictive, but he was incredibly protective of her since things had gone sour; who knew what he was capable of.

Though it was a silent suffering to be far from Elisha on those nights, it may have been a blessing in disguise as he was more than ready to see her again as he entered the arena with the regular staff, showing up early as one of the locker room leaders. Coming in now sent a message and he was all about it now as he was back on the road to bringing the championship back where it belonged. Shawn wouldn't dare interfere there, that much he was confident in. At least the man understood the drive for the gold, and respected it. Nobody would be in his path tonight besides that of his opponent, an opponent who was the size of two men and was called a 'one man wrecking machine'. Lesnar was in the house with gold about his waist and a mouthpiece that got under the skin of even the most seasoned wrestler. His work was cut out for him tonight, though he somewhat felt the locker room support behind him. People didn't like Lesnar and they liked Heyman even less. If anyone could wipe the smug look off the fat man's face it would be Cena.

His shared locker room was empty upon his arrival, except for that of Elisha's bag to let him know she was there. He had spent his time outside and down at the ring after he first arrived, taking his mind off what was to come and to show his presence, let people know he wasn't about to be brushed off as a has been. Time had slipped away from him and he didn't realize he had to be in the back until one of the referees pointed to his watch to inform him the fans would be in the arena soon. He had killed hours in the blink of an eye, or so it felt.

He had just relaxed into the couch and closed his eyes for a second when he heard the door and the sound of prep come in with the burst of outside air. He looked up at his girlfriend as she entered, taking her in momentarily before standing and placing his hands on her hips with familiarity, taking her kiss and groaning on the inside at her abrupt departure. They had been apart for days and he wanted more, but here and now was hardly the place. Each of them had important matches to prepare for; they could be affectionate later when they were alone. "How I've been hardly matters now," he murmured when she slipped from him. He didn't want to say how he missed her, it didn't mean much with her beside him now. "Speak with Trish yet?" He segued into though he didn't care much to talk about work currently. "Saw Chris in catering earlier, wonder what he's up to," he said as almost an afterthought. He figured the man was going to make an appearance, but he looked as though he had been waiting for someone, maybe a girl he had once broken the trust of.

[starlight]

The quickening beat of her heart returned to a more calm pace as she felt John’s arms wrapped around her, his lips against hers. Everything was right in the world. “ I think we both know why he’s here.” She said with a chuckle, moving to her bag and beginning to sift through her suitcase for her new attire. She was nervous, she could feel her hands shaking as they held onto her new outfit. “ I’ll try and catch her later. I’m sure she has a few things to do before she gets to me.” Elisha explained to him. The last thing she wanted was to get Trish at the wrong time, she was a veteran and deserved all the respect in the world. Her and Elisha would get their time to talk. Trying to take a steady breath, she glanced over at him once more, and thought about swallowing her words for a moment. But she chose against it. Stepping towards him, she returned to slip her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest, listening to John’s heart beat. “ I missed you.” She admitted. Sure, he was here now but she wanted him to know he’d been on her mind. Yes, for the most part she had been consumed by her match, but there had been moments where she’d been alone - when there were no fans, no chauffeurs, no minders, no one that she had time to think. Her mind had always wandered to John, and how much she wanted him by her side - then of course she wondered if her father had asked the powers above to separate the two of them. She certainly wouldn’t have been surprised.

After a brief moment of just enjoying being in John’s arms, she raised her head and leaned up to kiss him again. “ I should go find Trish before it gets too late in the evening.” The last thing she wanted was to leave the locker room, but this needed to be done. As hard as it was going to be. The other reason she didn’t want to leave the locker room? Facing Trish, saying goodbye, knowing that this was it? It was all a little too much for her at this point. If this was any other match, against any other Diva she wouldn’t have been feeling so emotional about it all, but the pressure she felt weighing down on her shoulders was beginning to be unbearable. A part of her wished it could be over, and the other? Wished it wouldn’t for the simple fact that once it was over her closest friend retired. Things were about to drastically change.

“ I’ll be back soon.” Elisha promised as she gently squeezed John’s hand and stepped out of their locker room, pulling her jumped over her hands as she headed up towards catering. What was she even meant to say at a time like this? What felt like the longest walk ever up a corridor was abruptly ended by her arrival at catering. She noted Chris and Trish separate on different tables and sighed to herself as she entered, carefully walking up beside Trish to grab a water bottle. “ Hey….” She started off, not even sure how to follow.


*

Chris had kept his distance, he wasn’t an idiot. He knew how she was feeling, he’d been there at least once before. Chris didn’t need to tell her that he would be there for her when the curtain closed and the lights went out. She knew that. He watched as Elisha tentatively approached her. He was watching the past, present and future of female wrestling come together in one room. But it was more than that. He could see the respect, the friendship and the determination. These two women were going to leave nothing on the table, everything they had would be left out in that ring. He rose from his chair and grabbed his things, quietly heading out of catering to give the ladies some privacy. They had enough eyes on them.

Chris walked down the corridor, chomping down on a green apple, a smirk on his face as he passed a few familiar faces. He had always been a fan of the roadies, and had always appreciated their help with everything. He stopped himself out the front of John’s locker room, and knocked, before poking his head in. “ Good Luck tonight.” He said with a smile, “ You don’t need it, but we’re all rooting for you.” After all, no one liked Brock and his short, fat sidekick Paul Heyman. He moved his head back out and continued down the hall. He had his own locker room, after all, he liked his privacy and he was meant to be keeping a low profile for himself.

Once he got to his own locker room, he put himself on the couch and flicked on the TV. They were starting the pre-show entertainment, running promos and what not. If he saw the commercial for Total Divas once he saw it a thousand times. He felt a little bad, these girls just wanted to wrestle and now their personal lives were there for everyone to watch and judge. John and Elisha’s relationship would be all over the world, there was no hiding now - he hoped to god that in the craziness of this job, they found some time to hide and be with each other. Surely there were clauses in the contract. This company was turning into a money making, entertainment machine. He had to admit that he was glad that reality television didn’t exist in the same capacity when he was dating Trish - hell when they were younger the whole roster got up to some serious mischief.

[Yunalesca]

It was not long before her time alone was interrupted by a timid ‘hey’. If it had been anyone but her competitor the Canadian likely would have skirted any conversation or well wishes they wanted to bestow upon her. But with Elisha she made the exception. This would be the last time they would speak in catering like this, it was bittersweet and a difficult pill to swallow. Her head rose from the magazine she hadn’t really been reading and she offered a smile to the diva, knowing it was something she needed in order to establish that Trish wasn’t going to be aggressive with her. The blonde should know by now that Trish merely wanted to put on one last good match and it was nothing personal, but rumors ran rampant in the locker room with no evidence to support the claims; the former women’s champion wanted to squash those fears before they got too far into a conversation. This had to be easy or they wouldn’t work well together during the match. Trish wanted to beat her competitor and therefore wasn’t going to give away all her ideas, but there were some spots she felt would be highlights for the fans. At the end of the day they were what really mattered, they ultimately paid the bills for the stars. And she wanted to ensure they would not forget her or the last match she had with a true friend.

Originally her thought was to invite her friend to sit and speak with her, but after her gaze rose to Elisha it swept the room to see multiple sets of eyes watching them as discreetly as possible. She understood people were curious of what they could be talking about and whether the veteran would give any last minute advice on her way out, but Trish had come from a different time where privacy was a little more sacred and the locker room was a large family. Somewhere along the way that had begun to shift as the company moved toward more transparency and selling its product on the reality market. If she stepped back and truly looked at the situation she would see that she was exiting at just the right time. “Let’s head somewhere else,” she said quietly before rising and taking her bottle of water with her, leaving the magazine for someone else, she had no use for it.

She led the way from the catering area to the halls, passing locker rooms until she found an offset hallway that was suitable enough, crates of electrical equipment pressed against the walls which were perfect for sitting on. She knew this arena well, as well as she knew all the others. Her life had been spent in places like this and it would be different not going behind the curtain again. She brushed the thought aside and hopped on one of the crates. “I won’t lie to you, I want to win tonight,” she started, coming out with it from the start even though it might come as blindside to her friend. She considered her smart enough to anticipate as much from her competitor, however, and knew she could handle the truth. “But I’m not going to play dirty to do it. That’s not how I want this to be remembered.” She finished as a way to ease any doubts her friend may have. It was a little disheartening for Trish to realize she didn’t need to hold Elisha’s hand any longer, but there was no other way that she would be ready to take over upon the Canadian’s departure.

“I think we should push for a falls count anywhere,” she urged shortly after the statement. Her eyes locked on Elisha’s to show she wasn’t joking around. The girl had to realize how much power she could hold if she wanted and now would be the perfect opportunity. Vince couldn’t say no with this being Trish’s final match. It was a hell of a way to make a lot of money. “They can’t say no to us. We can stress that we aren’t looking to mutilate each other. As the Champion you can ask for a lot.” She wasn’t sure if Elisha would go for it as she was more at liberty to call the shots with being the Champion regardless of how much a veteran Trish was. All she wanted for this night was to show what she had left in the tank and possibly bring home the gold one last time. She couldn’t predict the outcome other than it would be something that would not be forgotten.

Letting her go was difficult after having spent so much time apart, but he had to do it as she slipped from him to attend her own business. He knew he was damn lucky to even have her back in her life and suffocating her was hardly the way to keep her at his side. He had taken great care in trying to make up for his mistakes, but now they were surely past that. Things weren’t quite where they had been, but he didn’t expect them to ever be that way. This was a new path they were on and he hoped it was going to be better than what they had before. Only time would tell he supposed.

His thoughts were interrupted a short time later by someone poking into his room and wishing luck. John looked up from where he had been sitting on the sofa to see Chris’ blonde head hovering in the door before disappearing as quickly as he had appeared. He rose a brow at the appearance as he still wanted to question what his business was here, a mystery people were still trying to figure out. If it did have to do with Trish he felt as though he had taken his time to resurface. She’s a big girl he reminded himself and dropped the matter from his mind. He had a match to mentally prepare for and no matter how many people were rooting for him, it wouldn’t be enough. He had to be smarter than his opponent as he was not close in size to the wrecking machine. He had no doubt he could get him over his head and deliver an F-U, but Lesnar would not just let it happen. There was also the matter of his ‘handler’ Paul Heyman. The man was bound to be a distraction and he was clearly the brains of the operation. Cena would have to change his game if he wanted to win tonight, and he so badly wanted to bring that gold home.

[starlight]

Elisha was hardly taken aback by Trish’s honestly. After all, how could she expect anything less from the veteran. She wouldn’t be going into a match to lose, would she? Especially not this one. She didn’t sit, preferring to stand, her arms crossed over herself protectively, not that she was afraid of Trish, but she was thinking things through. This was a moment she had been dreading. The last conversation with her best friend, mentor and shoulder to cry on. “ I’ll see what I can do.” It wasn’t a promise, but Elisha wasn’t stupid. She knew how much pulling power she had in the company - not just because she was Champion either. Elisha didn’t like to use her last name and family connections but when she had to she would. What more was there to discuss? Taking a step back, she turned to leave the hallway before stopping, and looking over her shoulder at Trish. “ Just so we’re on the same page, I plan on leaving this arena Champion.” Just because Trish was her closest ally and this was her retirement match didn’t mean that Elisha was just going to lie down. Hell no, that belt was coming home with her - no matter what.

After what felt like hours of jumping through hoops and selling her soul Elisha let the powers that be send Trish the alert the stipulations had been changed to what she asked for. Falls count anywhere? It didn’t change a god damn thing. The pay per view had already started and she was running behind. Rushing back to the locker room, she began to change, her iPod back in her ears as she pulled on her new outfit. It was a little more her, a lot more comfy, and she’d given it a few test runs in the practise ring. There she was, standing infront of the mirror, championship belt in her hand, ready for the biggest match of her career. Nervous didn’t even begin to cover it. This could be her moment, she just had to shine.

Checking the time and one last deep breath she was out the door without a word. Elisha had spent weeks doing this on her own, trying to get through this without burdening anyone - John had his own match to prepare for. The last thing she wanted was for her to be a distraction. It was a long walk down the corridor but she was ready.


*

After their entrances, a handshake and the sound of the crowd going crazy the match was underway. It was clean, respectful and a hell of a good match. Neither woman was going to go down without a damn good fight. It was the clash of the super kicks, and only one could reign supreme. There were moments where Elisha felt the match slipping, where she felt like Trish had her. The woman was a ring veteran and she was schooling Elisha every spot she could. But, like all good, memorable matches there was a time when Elisha, herself had the upper hand. They were giving the fans a match of the decade, that was for sure. They’d made their way out of the ring, around the ring and now they were back in the middle of the square circle, wresting like professionals - they would certainly have given some of the male talent a run for their money.

But there they were, back in the middle of the squared circle after having beaten the absolute hell out of each other. What was it going to take to put Trish down for the three count? A well timed Sweet Chin Music and a drop to pin the Canadian. Hearing the sound of the bell ringing almost felt like a dream. Elisha collapsed into the bottom turnbuckle, trying to catch her breath as she heard the crowd going crazy. Her head was spinning, and her breath short - had that just really happened? Her eyes just stared ahead in disbelief as she ran a hand over her face, had she really just beaten Trish in her last ever match?


*

Chris wasn’t sure what to expect. He knew it’d be a great match, but really he had no idea what either Diva was going to bring to the table. No holds barred? Falls count anywhere? No DQ? The list could go on. But he’d heard that Elisha had been in The Corporations office for at least an hour discussing something. Apparently Trish had convinced her that she did have the power to influence decisions. Would it be Trish’s last lesson to the young gun? He sat back, wishing he had a box of popcorn for this. Screw the main event between Cena and Lesnar, this was what he wanted to see, and Chris was sure that the fans would agree.

He didn’t look away from the monitor once the whole time the match was on. He would always be impressed with the way Trish performed, she really was the best in the business. He didn’t care what people said, when you spoke about the Women’s division she was the first to come to mind, and for him, she always would be. He really thought she had it, he really did. From a educated perspective, he thought that Trish had it. But, it was all over within a matter of seconds. Was it luck? Did Elisha get lucky and catch Trish at a vulnerable moment? That’s what the locker room would say. But Chris wasn’t so sure. Maybe Trish had taught her too well.

He watched as the bell rang, sitting forward and running a hand over his face. It was really over. The end of an era.

[Yunalesca]

Knowing the two of them would be going into this bout with respect for one another and each of them giving it their all to win had helped soothe some of the butterflies flitting about Trish’s gut, but it hardly lasted long as the curtain was up and show began. Normally she would have watched the others perform, maybe learn something new, but this time she wasn’t sitting behind a teleprompter or standing behind the curtain; she was alone with her music sitting on a stack of gear boxes as it was all sinking in. She worked to not think too hard on it as she had a match to be focusing on, but it kept sneaking back into her mind. This was going to be her final performance in the squared circle and it was a lot to swallow despite the fact she had made the decision herself. This was what Chris had been trying to tell her and for the most part, she hadn’t listened.

The time slipped away from her as she sat thinking on how she could best her friend in the match and what she would be doing once this was all over. They were calling for her before she knew it and it took an immense amount of effort to keep from watching the package reel that was airing before the girls’ entrances. She didn’t want to shed any tears before this was over, she had to go out there with strength. She caught Elisha’s eye briefly before she started for the ring, offering one last nod to her before she took a deep breath and stepped up to peek at the crowd as her opponent started down the ramp. There was a mixture of boos and cheers, her heart sinking a little as she had hoped the audience was mature enough to show respect for both competitors. She didn’t care for either of them to come out of this as the bad person, but that was one of the appeals of wrestling; choosing and showing who you cared about and who you didn’t. At the end of the match she was sure there would be a new respect for Elisha, that was one last thing she could strive for regardless of whether she brought the title back one more time or not.

With one last deep breath she stepped up to the gorilla position and hopped from foot to foot to release some pent up excitement and energy. There was nothing else in the world that would provide this kind of adrenaline rush and she savored this last moment of it before stepping out to her music, it switched back to ‘Rock and Roll’ for one last homage to her history.

The match proceeded in a way that no one had really expected, which was a feat as people had been anticipating a lot from the two women. Despite the fact they were friends and keeping it legal, they were beating the hell out of each other trying to get the three count. There were multiple near falls and many reversals of finishers before they could make contact; each diva catching the others foot and spinning them away, or slipping into a backbend, before feet could connect with a head. Many thought it was all over when Trish locked the Sharpshooter in after having trapped Elisha in the middle of the ring, but somehow the diva had persevered. The Canadian would have liked nothing better than to win with a Sharpshooter after gaining Bret Hart’s blessings, but it was not to be. If the iconic women’s champion were to think back on the match later she would only see a blur of images in no particular order as it lasted so long and had become a blur after a time. She pulled out every move, switched her tactics to more groundwork, but it wasn’t enough. In the end, with both women thoroughly fatigued, it was a minor distraction that led to Trish’s downfall. She lost focus for a mere second and felt the consequences of it when Elisha’s boot hit her in the head.

Whether from shock that it had just happened or from hitting her head relatively hard on the mat, she was lying conscious with her back to the mat as her competitor covered her. Despite this she could not find anything left to kick out and the bell ringing was the only thing bringing her back to reality. She had just lost her final match, there was nothing left she could do about it. How was she expected to act about it? It was hard to formulate many thoughts as the crowds roar was erupting around her, or was that her ears ringing? She swallowed as she heard something new in her ear, a voice trying to gain her attention it would seem. Her eyes closed before slowly opening once more, her head turning toward that familiar voice that she would likely never hear again, referee Patton. “I’m okay,” her voice croaked as the reality of it came back and hit her once more. It was all over.

After a moment she found the strength to roll out of the ring and stumble towards the timekeeper still holding the belt as Patton’s concern had been over Trish instead of handing the championship over to her competitor. She knew already what people may be thinking, the crowd at least since there were no cameras following her as of yet. No one dared stop her as she took the belt from the table and stumbled back toward the ring, rolling back in. Finally the crowd was hushed as Trish found her feet and made her way toward Elisha, her back still turned as she also was trying to get a grasp on what had just happened.

When she turned back around she almost stumbled back from seeing Trish standing with the belt in hand. She could take her anger and pain out on her friend, drop the gavel on their partnership, but she merely stood there with eyes locked on the blonde. Choking back any tears that may betray what she was feeling, she took a breath before extending her hands to Elisha and thus the championship. “You earned it. Do me proud.” She said just audibly enough for her to hear. When the belt was removed from the former Women’s Champion, she pulled the girl in for a brief hug before quickly parting. Her heart was breaking and she couldn’t bear the thought of everyone see her cry on her exit. It was only as she was at the top of the ramp she turned and looked over the crowd one last time, kissing her fingers and giving a farewell salute before she was gone behind the curtain...for good.

There wasn’t much time for John to think over what it meant to have Trish gone, allowing himself to become involved in the women’s matchup just before his own would shake his focus and with a competitor like Lesnar, that was nothing but bad news. So he detached himself from the situation to be analyzed at a later date, maybe give the diva a call as he knew she would understand.

With himself being the challenger he had to enter the ring first, the crowd not as mixed about him as usual since very few people actually liked Lesnar. He couldn’t say for sure if it was because Heyman was his handler or that the man had a bad attitude; he felt it may be a mixture of both. Considering he knew the big man was going to try and beat him down quick, he spent much of the match trying to tire him, taking shots where he could. He knew it wasn’t going to necessarily win him any more fans, but this was the best strategy he could formulate as letting Lesnar get ahold of him would spell his demise. He wanted to bring the title home to his waist, make the Golden Couple two for two,

And he thought he had it when he tricked Lesnar and was able to get the giant over his head in preparation for an F-U. He roared as he lifted the beast over his head, face red and muscles bulging, but something went incredibly wrong. As he was preparing for the drop, he felt something pop in his shoulder, then a rip of fire race down his bicep and through his elbow. He could barely contain the painful yell, masking it as one of power. When Lesnar dropped, he didn’t fall with full force and John almost collapsed on top of him. He fought the urge to grab his left arm as just as suddenly as the pain had come it was now numb. He tried to wrap his fingers around Lesnar’s wrist as he crawled to cover him, but he couldn’t get his hand to respond. Something was wrong.

He failed to hear a count being made and turned his head, painfully, to see Heyman on the apron distracting the referee. He had forgotten the fat man and should have removed him from the equation from the beginning. He pushed himself off Lesnar with his good arm and turned toward the manager. While he was distracted with him he forgot about his opponent. It was only at the last moment did he realize something more was amiss and turned right into a waiting Lesnar, championship in hand. It was the last thing he remembered as the cold metal scraped across his face, the nameplate screws catching on his forehead and cutting deep into his skin. Instantly blood began to bubble from the scrapes, the ring becoming a bloody mess as Lesnar dragged his unconscious body across the ring and went for the cover. The former champion wasn’t aware as the hand hit three times by his ears, didn’t hear as the referee tried to get him respond. It was nothing but silent darkness.

[starlight]

As she watched Trish go for the championship belt by ringside, a number of horrible thoughts went through her head. Surely, this wasn’t the way Trish wanted to end it. She wouldn’t turn on her like this, not now. Her trust in her friend prevailed, as the Canadian handed her the belt. Elisha nodded softly before they hugged briefly, it wouldn’t be the last time she ever saw Trish, but it was the last time she’d ever see her here. The thought of not having her best friend by her side on the road scared her - up until now she’d been pretending like Trish wasn’t retiring, that it wasn’t happening, and now? Now it was all a little too real for her to process. Elisha watched as Trish farewelled the crowd before she made her way up the ramp and behind the curtain. Her hands were shaking with adrenaline, and if she was honest she didn’t even know how she was feeling. There was still one more match.

She walked the corridor to the now empty locker room she shared and closed the door behind her before she started to warm down without a second thought. She couldn’t think about this too much. Of course, she wanted to go and see Trish, but what left was there to say? The torch had been passed on for her to carry. Sitting there on the cold hard floor, she looked to the monitor to watch John’s match. Was she nervous? Of course. Was she worried? Any girlfriend would be. She knew how much this meant to him, how much he wanted that gold around his waist, and more to the point how much he wanted to beat Brock Lesnar to a pulp.

But something went horribly wrong - she saw that brief hint of pain. She saw the split second look in John’s eyes, and anyone who had even seen a wrestling match with John knew that he put someone down for an FU much harder than that. But that wasn’t where it stopped, Lesnar got dirty - what a surprise. A cold feeling ran up her back as she watched her boyfriend lie unconscious in the middle of the ring. Her eyes were drawn to the bright red blood covering his face, and she felt herself begin to panic as the ref called for a stretcher. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. Not tonight. Not to John. She knew the EMT’s were experts but it didn’t help her shake the feeling that this was more than just a week off. John was on the stretcher and Elisha was already out the door, heading for the waiting ambulance. There was always one on site after all. There was no way she wasn’t riding with him.

Still in her ring gear, she rushed through the corridors, people making way for her and now - the camera crew that were following her. The telecast cut off for the viewers as Elisha got into the back of the ambulance and the doors shut, but it didn’t end for her or John there. Worried was an understatement and familiar feelings of seeing a loved one in the back of an ambulance all came rolling back. Her hand rested around his wrist as the ambulance sped off, sirens and lights flashing. It was going to be a long night.

*

Halfway through the match Chris had made his way to Trish’s locker room. He couldn’t let her be alone for all of this. He didn’t want her to be. She didn’t deserve to be. He waited for the door to open, turning to look from the monitor to the woman he completely adored. There she was, thinking she had nothing to go home to, nothing left. But he was still here. He cleared his throat, not even sure what he was going to say before something smart came out his mouth “ Were you going for irony with the Sharpshooter?” He asked teasingly, trying to catch that smile of hers. He had something to say to her, but he needed her to be ready to hear it. He really never was one for good timing - history proved.

The horns of John’s background music filled the locker room, and he looked over at her once more before he took a deep breath. “ You don’t have to retire with no one to go home to.” He finally blurted out. “ Because, although I might not be there, and I’ll be here out on the road some of the time, I want you to know that I can be there for you.” He had been working himself up to this for weeks, and now he felt like it was his one last shot to say anything. “ But only if you’ll let me.” He paused, running a hand through his hair, trying to read her for some kind of reaction. “ I know I hurt you, I betrayed you, and I’m not proud of that. But I’m a little older, a little wiser and I know what I did was wrong. And I know that I lost the best thing that ever happened to me.”

He needed to stop talking, but he couldn’t. He’d said how he felt, and all he wanted was to hear her speak. Would she laugh at him? Think he was kidding? There was only one reason he was standing in this locker room and he was looking at her.

[Yunalesca]

It was incredibly hard for her to wrap her mind around what had just happened and that was the last time she would enter that ring, hear the crowd like that. That was what had her more hung up than the fact she had just lost and wouldn’t go home with one more title checked into her record. At the end of the day, gold meant nothing. It was what you were able to take with you and that wasn’t something that you could. As painful as it was she felt the division would be in good hands with her friend. That much she hadn’t been able to say for fear of choking up; she started to as she opened the door to her private locker room. She wanted to just thrust her back against the metal frame and let herself cry, but the release couldn’t come as someone was waiting for her.

It was difficult to maintain a straight face, but she mostly managed the facade as she looked to Chris. She should have known he would be there, but she was still incredibly oblivious to the reasons behind his sudden re-entry into her life. He had said his apologies and it should have been left at that, but there was more to it as it became obvious now. She didn’t really see it until he finally finished and seemed to be waiting to hear her response, possibly expecting the worst in return to the gesture. It was so much for her to handle that she couldn’t say anything at first. He will always be the king of ‘worst timing’ she thought before her feet were allowing her to step toward him. Everything hurt and she couldn’t find her voice, all she could do was something she hadn’t done for many years. Without warning she embraced him, burying her face into his chest uncharacteristically as the pain of reality hit her once more. It was all true, that she would be returning to an empty home. Her life had been this company and now she had nothing to show for it. She had traveled alone since the beginning, but now she was truly alone.

She still said nothing as she fought back tears, though a few managed to slip from beneath her eyelids and dampen Chris’ shirt. This was something that had been building for weeks and she had desperately skirted it, afraid of losing her focus, but it was clear now she had no other excuses. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath of his scent. “I need your patience, I won’t rush things again.” She responded, giving him the best answer she could. She wasn’t ready to solidify something the moment a big part of her life was ending. That would be far too much for her to handle, but she had a feeling he would take anything. Why else would he be here when he could be a million other places?

If he had been conscious enough to feel her touch, John likely would have taken Elisha’s hand and assured her all was okay when it was so clearly not. Wrestlers were injured all the time, but the recovery time for a tear was lengthy. He had been working hard to get back on top and when he woke there was no saying how he would react. But these were all thoughts he couldn’t think as he waded through the inky darkness of his mind, voices muffled as they permeated his subconscious. He wished he could respond, or even make sense of what was going on, but he was choking on the darkness.

When he did finally respond he was on an CT table and if the strap hadn’t been velcroed about his body he might have jumped off the board. “Relax, John. Take a deep breath, we’re almost done.” A woman’s voice assured, though it did little for his blood pressure as waking up in an unfamiliar place was not a pleasant feeling. Still, he did as he was told and tried to relax as best he could. He was grateful to finally be able to think, be able to know that they were checking for brain swelling. He wanted to tell them that wasn’t what hurt the most, but he kept his mouth shut as he was sure by now they had examined his shoulder. Elisha he panicked at the thought of her witnessing what had happened to him. The blood she likely would deal with, but she had grown up around the business and had to know something had gone wrong the moment he had lifted Lesnar over his head. What if he couldn’t come back from the injury?

“Can you slide over to the bed?” A nurse asked and he obliged, finding that an attempt to nod his head resulted in a rocket of pain shooting from his neck down his spine. Clearly the hit had done more damage than he would have expected. Luckily he was able to remember that much meaning there likely wasn’t any damage.

“Elisha?” He questioned, voice cracking from dry throat.

“Pacing the halls, don’t worry.” The nurse said with a soft laugh before they were out of CT and in a more open hallway. That’s when there was a flash of blonde and he knew instantly who it was.

“It that bad?”

[starlight]

Bad? Bad didn’t even begin to cover it. When they’d got to the hospital. and all they doctors were worried about was John’s concussion she’d practically begged them to check out his shoulder. She wasn’t stupid, she’d seen something go wrong with that FU and she knew her man too well to know that something had gone wrong. She’d seen the same look in Triple H’s eyes when he tore his quad. If it hadn’t been for Lesnar playing dirty and ending the match, she hated to think how long John would have gone on for. There was no way he wouldn’t have finished the match, and by then the damage would have been done. Hell, the damage was already done.

So whilst they conducted every scan under the sun for John she had paced the halls, up and down for what felt like hours. She’d been stopped a couple of times by some fans who had been at the hospital, and done her best to look happy in a photo for them. The job never stopped. To be honest, she just wanted to know how bad it was - Carol had called and Elisha just wanted to be able to give her an answer that her son was okay. Elisha had a feeling John would be spending a little more time in Mass than he was expecting. Her life on the road was about to get pretty lonely and things were about to get pretty damn hard.

People were going to throw around the word retirement, Heymann would be hollering ‘End of Career’ at the top of his lungs, but Elisha knew John better than anyone. He’d come back better, stronger and hungrier. However it was going to be a long road to recovery. The doctors were saying eight months to be fully cleared and recovered. Eight months without John on the road was going to be the longest eight months of her life. She wasn’t looking forward to seeing John’s face when they told him. But this was the business, they put themselves at risk every day to do what they loved - it was all part of their job.

Her wrestling boots continued to pace the floor until she saw his trolley being wheeled back into his room. She was sure she had never moved so fast in her god damn life to get into that room. Her face said it all, how bad this situation was. She was never good at hiding her emotions, especially from John. No matter how hard she tried, he could read her like a book. Moving back into the hospital room, she moved to take a seat on the chair that had numbed her butt earlier and instinctively took John’s hand. She had been so worried about him. Sure this wasn’t the first time he’d hear news like this, and it probably wouldn’t be the last but it didn’t mean she didn’t want to be there. There was no where else she’d rather be than right by his side.


*

He was a little taken back by her sudden movement, but instinctively wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He’d wanted to do this ever since he saw her at her party. He knew Trish, and he knew that she was struggling with the idea that this was ending. Sure, it had been on her own terms but it didn’t make it any easier when this place, this company had been your whole life. Chris kissed the top of her head softly and just held her, bad timing or not - it had been his last opportunity and he wasn’t going to let it go by, not this time. “ Well, from what I hear you’ve got all the time in the world.” He teased, hoping to lighten the mood somewhat. Neither of them liked facing their feelings, but this had what it had come down to - a new beginning.

He said nothing else as he held her, remembering how her body fit perfectly against his, how he felt automatically calmer when she was there - why had he been such an ass to let this go in the first place. He had kicked himself every day since. He took a deep breath and finally parted from her. “ Now I’ll give you two options. We go eat, or we get your friends locker room together and take everything to the hotel.” He knew how much Elisha meant to Trish, and John as well. Whilst she might not have been fully aware of the situation she knew she’d want to help. But, at the same time did she want to keep helping when everything was over? He knew better than to suggest going to the hospital, both he and Trish had been in the white walled hell hole and knew the last thing either John or Elisha would want is their company.

“ Maybe we could even run up their room service charge.” He joked, looking around the locker room. This would be the last vision Trish would see. But at least he was in it. He wasn’t going anywhere, he wouldn’t screw this up. Now now. Now this time.

[Yunalesca]

Regardless of what was occurring, she had to smile against his chest to his comment. If she didn't know him so well she may have taken it for a jab, but he hadn't come here to hurt her. Being who they were they had become incredibly good at hiding their emotions and having them exposed was new and slightly uncomfortable,hence the joke. She parted from him, though the space between was smaller than before. She didn't know where this was going, but familiarity was something she would be craving in the coming days.

“Honestly, I never liked having a stranger drop my things off at my room when I was sent to be checked out. Leave the room service out of it, however.” She urged him before grabbing her own bag. “I'll be a minute.” She informed before slipping into the bathroom to change into modest street clothes. She no longer had anyone to impress, comfort won out over painful fashion. Jeans and a sweater were enough. Although she did take a moment to freshen up her face considering mascara had run when she had a moment of weakness.

She chose to ride with Chris, neither of them saying anything of it when she did. Easily she could have stretched her hand to Chris to feel something during the ride, but she didn't. Instead she looked out the window to the passing scene, evaluating what she would do now. Not once had her mind turned to the fact she had lost, that was a distant memory now. It didn't seem important the grand scheme of things considering John was in the hospital and there was nothing Trish could do for the loss now. The match had been everything for the both of them and she was sure it would be remembered. That's all she could ask for at this point.

“Did you come here tonight just to be there for me?” She questioned finally. She felt she knew the answer but had to ask anyway.

Given the fact all she had done was grab hold of his hand and almost refuse to look him in the eye was all he needed to know the prognosis wasn’t going to let him go back to work Monday. Instead of trying to get it out of her he swallowed the lump in his throat, the one that came to every wrestler who began imagining their livelihood was ending. “Don’t let it eat you up, nothing keeps me down.” He offered to her, feeling like he needed to comfort her rather than the other way around. His throat was so dry his voice was raspy and forced, he wondered if he could get some water soon or if they would be performing something medical and were keeping him off fluids. He prayed that wasn’t the case; he trusted the medical team knew what they were doing, but how often did they have a professional wrestler come through with whatever had happened to him? He didn’t need an inexperienced hand working on him.

When the physician finally returned to the room, John felt a little more alert and was reading his posture to deduce he was going to finally tell him the extent of the injuries and seemed to be a little nervous about it. He couldn’t really blame the guy, he was considered a big star and had the muscle mass to rip through restraints if he had to; not that he would do such a thing, but surely this had crossed their minds. “She stays,” was all he said at first, assuring the physician that Elisha could be there when the information was passed on. He knew how these things worked and she was the closest thing he had to family right then.

The doctor nodded and cleared his throat, still standing to prove that he was nervous around the couple. “You have a significant tear through the deltoid muscle of your shoulder, it’s a surface muscle that may heal on its own,” he started and John bit his lip.

“I’m guessing there’s a ‘but’”

“I’m going to guess you heard or felt a popping sound before you knew something was wrong. That is what is more concerning. It was your rotator cuff, a tissue that runs deeper and controls more of your range of motion. There’s a large tear in the tissue that has to be repaired surgically and takes a significant amount of time to heal…” He explained, but John had already turned him off in his mind. He was aware of how these injuries played out and it meant he would be out for a year if the physicians had their way. He had seen this happen to many before him and he had hoped with his strength training he would have been able to avoid it. There were two main things running through his mind now, though one greatly outweighed the other; he had just repaired his relationship with Elisha and now he would be back to seeing her sparingly for up to a year? What would that do to them? Was he going to lose her all over again because of his job? He knew she would never willingly ditch him, but time could be a killer in a relationship. He turned his head and looked at her with some concern, though it wasn’t necessarily for himself.

[starlight]

She smiled softly at his words - even when he was about to hear the worst news possible he was trying to reassure her that everything would be okay. It wouldn’t be easy, there was no doubt about that. But she wasn’t going to leave him, not over something like this. Surgery wouldn’t happen here - WWE Superstars were lucky enough to have their surgeries at a private hospital with the best surgeons in the country. Headquarters knew how to look after their talent in that respect. Once the doctor left them with the information they needed, she finally turned to look at John. “ Well, I guess we’ll be on the first flight out of here.” She didn’t care if she was scheduled or not, there was no way in hell she wasn’t going to be there while John was cut open and repaired. He was far more important than any championship belt.

Gently she squeezed his hand, kicking off her wrestling boots with a sigh of relief. “ You better scooch over, because if they’re keeping you here overnight there’s no way in hell I’m sitting on that chair.” She told him with a small grin. It was a brief moment before she was making herself fit in the hospital bed, sure to be on his unbroken side as she rested her head down on his chest. Everything would be fine if she could just lay here with him. “ We’ll be fine.” She promised glancing down at their intertwined hands “ We’ll make it work, I’ll fly back to Mass every chance I get.” If she really thought about it, she could get there at least once a week. It’d take some begging and pleading to Stephanie but she could make it happen. She didn’t like to pull family strings, but she would if she had to. Elisha would do anything to see John, even if it was just for five minutes.

“ But that doesn’t mean that you can be moping around, just waiting.” She knew he wouldn’t “ You need to come back bigger, stronger and better than you ever have been. Because if you’re leaving me out on that road alone you better be spending every waking minute working on getting back by my side.” A year without him? That just wasn’t going to happen. If anyone could defy the odds, it was John.

*

The silence in the car wasn’t awkward, it was pleasant and welcomed with neither particularly needing to say anything. He was stopped at the lights when she spoke, glancing over at her for a brief moment he swallowed hard before nodding his head. “ You were the one and only reason I was there tonight.” He wasn’t going to let her leave the arena alone, come back to an empty locker room, or sit in an empty car. He knew that feeling. It made you rethink every major decision you’d had about your career. Too many ‘what ifs’ went through your mind. He’d been there once and look where he had ended up.

He moved off at the lights, keeping his vision straight ahead “ I couldn’t bare the thought of you going through it alone. I didn’t want you to. You didn’t deserve that.” Whilst she’d achieved greatness on her own, it had no doubt come at a cost. Greatness had come at a cost for all of them. Where was Chris’s two kids and a wife? Where was his family? Where was his support system? He’d pushed everyone away to be at the top, and now? Now he was going back to the only family he could rely on. Even if it had changed.

“ Hey, at least you got out before that god damn reality show starts.” He said trying to lighten the mood. “ I can just image you loving being followed by cameras everywhere that you go.” The young ones, the fresh ones, they would love it. The instant fame without any work. At least there was a few good eggs left.

[Yunalesca]

Despite the fact he knew he wasn’t particularly on the good side of the boss at the moment, he had a tendency to do that, John was scheduled for his surgery a week after the incident. The hospital he had originally been attended to had been reluctant to release him, especially knowing he would be flying after his discharge, but with a phone call from a board member he was signed out. He was grateful for that and Elisha being at his side, for he had been unable to fend off the pain after a while and had reluctantly let the medical staff give him a norco. He worked hard to steer clear of narcotics as so many of his comrades had ended their careers early by becoming hooked on them, but considering he hated the feeling they gave him he should have little to fear. Being so disoriented and tired was not appealing, he couldn’t understand how people enjoyed being on substances; which was another good reason to have Elisha there to get him safely to a vehicle and back to their room where he would undoubtedly sleep uncomfortably. It was a nice surprise to see their things already brought to the room with a get well card written in familiar handwriting and X’s and O’s. If he hadn’t been so out of it he may have smiled more.

The morning of the surgery he was working hard to not be in such a foul mood, but it was difficult even when he was waking up next to his girl. Going in to surgery was admitting he was going to be out of action for a while, going to be away from the thing he had learned that he loved the most. While she was still sleeping beside him he had taken the time to study her face as though he would never see it again though he knew he would. This wasn’t goodbye, but it sure felt like it. It was almost funny that the one thing worrying him most had nothing to do with being under anesthesia and something possibly going wrong. His life was spent trusting other people even when he barely knew them so placing confidence in a physician that almost solely worked on wrestlers was not a big step.

Though he was grateful to have her with him every step of the way, John couldn’t help but silently wish Elisha was elsewhere with her mind fully distracted from the procedure he was about to go through. He didn’t like knowing she was worried. She knew how to hide it well, as all wrestlers did, but he could read her by now. She was likely imagining all the bad things that could happen when he was confident the surgery would go well, it was the recovery that he was more iffy about. Regardless, he didn’t bring it up on the way to the hospital. They had spent the morning talking around the subject and the car ride was quiet, John's hand enveloping Elisha’s as their driver took care in getting them to the hospital. Luckily here they would not be dealing with eager fans or have to go through a back entrance; wrestlers were regularly worked on in this building and securities were in place to make the process as smooth as possible.

While the Women’s Champion was unscheduled from Monday Night Raw there had been a decision made to showcase the up and coming talent in the diva’s division. A battle royal would take place to decide a number one contender for the title. There was one woman in the hunt that was relatively unheard of yet as she had been biding her time in NXT. True fans would recognize her, but unfortunately the business rarely rewarded those with the spirit and passion for wrestling. Real fans knew the best talent would come from NXT as they showed better skills than many of the current roster on the flagship show. She took her time learning her craft even though she had little in the way of female competition; it still didn’t stop her as the odds had been stacked against her for so much of her life she barely noticed that it was men she had to out compete. She held her own in the ring, a submission artist with a hint of a brawler that could come out of nowhere and turn the tables. She had paid her dues in life, it was her time to step up and show the world what a real woman looked like. She was the wild card in the matchup and the executives knew it when they took the chance to promote her to the regular roster. She was either going to choke on the pressure or go through the division like a tornado. Would she be the next Jazz or Victoria? Maybe, but she preferred people to think of her as who she was alone and not compare her to someone who came before her.

Her experience in the wrestling world was only through NXT as she had never imagined her life would come to this profession. Before being signed with the company she had been part of the ‘Legends Football League’. It was annoying that the only way to play football in America was to show skin and remind people you were indeed female, but she tolerated what was expected of her and had rose to be a powerhouse there before she was noticed by a talent scout looking for the next big thing. She was going to be an injection of power into the women’s division, something they needed with the retiring of their legendary star Trish Stratus. She didn’t particularly care for their reasons behind plucking her from ‘Legends’ as she knew her team was about to be absolved anyway. The women were about to be absorbed into the New England team and honestly the sound of New York Blackhearts was far better sounding than New England Liberty. The woman had talent that was recognized, but a team made up of so many girls would make it hard for her to shine. She didn’t care about being popular, she just wanted to get play time on the field.

So now she was here, changing in a bathroom as she didn’t trust anyone in the locker room and wasn’t about to leave her bag around to be chained to the ceiling. One of the girls’ in the Blackhearts had thought it a good idea to rib the new girl, she paid for it with a broken nose. She understood why people did it to the new person, but she didn’t particularly care for being called to an office her first day because she got too rough with someone during the match. She had a temper that was incredibly hard to control especially when she felt she was in the right to defend herself. It was a documented history that she was sure creative had heard about when the LFL had tried to block her from leaving, but they took their chance and would have to deal with the consequences. Changing in a single stall bathroom was difficult enough when one was not required to fit into a leather jumpsuit (Here) she had been mandated to wear. As the new girl she didn’t have control over what she wore, but that was nothing new and despite the material would be hot under the lights, she was grateful to have some more clothes on for once. She wasn’t afraid to show her body as she knew it was toned and perfect, but it wasn’t the only thing she had going for her.

She could hear the voices down the hall as she ruffled her hair and did her own makeup, choosing to control her appearance in this aspect at least. Smoky eyes, blood red lips, and messy bob hair was good enough for her. She wasn’t about to allow extensions to be clipped into her hair so they could do more with it. Her appearance had been enough in NXT and it would have to be suitable enough here. She loved her red bob and would keep it for as long as she possibly could. It was a standout in comparison to the plethora of blonde and brunette’s running about, hair nearly to their asses and volumized to look like a fluffer in a porno. That wasn’t who she was and she had no intention of filling that role. She had been brought here for a reason. She was going to show them all what power really was.

She didn’t take the time to get to know her competitors or be caught in a conversation she didn’t want to have in the hallway. She was very obviously a new face and wasn’t in the mood to play twenty questions. Instead she exited the bathroom and his her bag away just before the diva’s match was to take place, listening to theme music from the vents to know when it was time to go. She had arrived early to the arena to both assist with the ring set up, as she was not above that, and to read the card before anyone would notice her. She likely could have found herself comfortable with other members of NXT who had made it up to the ‘big time’, but she had never taken the time to bond with them either. She was a loner and wanted to keep it that way.

Her boots clicked on the pavement as she headed for the gorilla position, mind focused on what was to come as every other diva had entered the ring and she was the last. She didn’t know what kind of reaction she would get and really she didn’t care. She was here to win, or if not win, to make her statement on the division. She was here to wreck the facade and those who couldn’t contend with her would be broken.

“And our final contestant,” started over the speakers followed by silence. She took her cue and stepped up to the curtain, listening to the hush before her impressive theme music hit:

With intensity, Mika slipped through the curtain and started for the ring, an aura of evil swirling about her as each girl stopped to watch this new petite girl make her way down the ramp. They would underestimate her and it would be the final and only mistake they would make.

[starlight]

Thankfully, Elisha had been granted a week off to support John through his surgery. She wouldn’t be there for the recovery, once he was out of surgery and back home she’d be back on the road defending the title. They’d hardly spoken about what was going to happen, how they were going to deal with it, how John was going to deal with rehab - they’d avoided every conversation possible regarding John’s injury outside of a surgeons office. Maybe if they didn’t talk about it, maybe if they avoided the conversation it wouldn’t have to happen. Elisha wouldn’t have to go back on the road and John would be heading to Mass for recovery and rehab. It was going to be lonely for the both of them. Stepping out of the limo and heading into the hospital to check John in, Elisha barely spoke a word. What was there to say? They had all the information they needed from the doctors and the surgeons. Now it just had to happen.

Elisha kept hold of John’s hand as the doctors came in for a briefing with the two of them, once they were alone she swallowed and cleared her throat, looking over at him and giving him a soft, reassuring smile. “ I’ll be here when you get back.” She promised, kissing him softly. “ I love you.” John was wheeled out to the operating rooms and Elisha was left alone with a TV monitor to try and distract herself with Raw. The diva battle royal was meant to capture her attention, distract her and keep her mind off what John was going through, but it wasn’t really helping. All she could think about was the fact that after this, they’d be apart for god knows how long. Sure, she’d do her best to try and get back whenever she could, but it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be the same as falling asleep next to him every night, and waking up to him every single morning. It was going to be lonely.

Her eyes were glued to the monitor as each diva made their entrance, her eyebrow raising at the addition of Mika. She hadn’t heard much about the powerhouse, but knew she’d been likened to that of Victoria and Jazz. She was strong, determined, and focused. No doubt Elisha’s biggest competition. From what she’d heard, there weren’t many that walked the halls that liked Mika. She watched as she made light work of the other girls, her stomach tightening. If she was going to beat her, she was going to have to up her game. Trish didn’t leave the division to Elisha to watch it be trampled on by new kids with a bad attitude. She could feel the smack talk and the insults already. Mika was going to be no easy feat.

Taking a deep breath, Elisha glanced at her watch. It had been hours, and a nurse had come in to say that John’s surgery had gone well and he’d be out soon. Never had she felt so relieved. Sitting back in her seat, she pulled the blanket up over her and closed her eyes. Hopefully she’d wake up and John would be right there next to her.


*

Seth Rollins hadn’t been part of the main roster of the WWE for long. It’d been a matter of weeks. He’d been put with two other guys to make up the ‘protection agency’ The Shield. They’d been getting good feedback from the fans, so it looked like they were going to be made a permanent fixture. After playing around in the kiddie pool of NXT he’d been waiting for the opportunity. He hadn’t left ROH to sign with the WWE and get no where. No, this was his big break and he intended on making the most of it. He intended to be the greatest Champion the modern era had ever seen. With Cena out for the foreseeable future, now was his chance to have a big break. Not that anyone was exactly talking about Cena’s surgery. Everyone was tiptoeing around the subject, on account of Princess Elisha still being Champion. With her connections to the McMahon’s, it appeared that whatever she wanted - she got. Did it sit right with Seth? Of course not. The ‘Golden Couple’ as the locker room had dubbed them, were able to sway anything to their favour. One, was an injured has-been who thought he still ran the halls, and the other was a second generation superstar with zero skills except a last name. Neither of them had to work.

Whilst the Diva Battle Royal match was on, he sat enjoying his sandwich, watching the monitor on ahead. Mika was decimating the division, none of those girls inside the ring even stood a chance, and yet he doubted he’d see her wear the Championship belt around her waist anytime soon. Mika wasn’t marketable. She didn’t have the conventional porn star look that Vince McMahon had made the Divas look like. She wasn’t a long, blonde haired beauty with a face caked full of make up and boobs that were worth more than her contract. She might not have had The Corporation’s respect, but she certainly had his. It was no easy feat to make it in this business when you weren’t conventional. He knew all about that.

[Yunalesca]

The day had finally come and John couldn’t say how he really felt about it. His gut was twisted with a mix of emotions; fear, anger, worry. He had been trying to not think about what it would be like to be away from Elisha for so long, but he could read that was all she could think about as they travelled toward the surgeon and thus he was thinking about it. It would be cold in the bed next to him, a phone was hardly the same as having her curved against him, but there was nothing he could do for it. It was a miracle they had even let her have a week off to be with him for the surgery and some recovery time before she would have to return to the road. As concerned as he was for his own well being he was also thinking of her. If she didn’t keep her head in the ring she would lose the title in a blink of an eye and he didn’t think she would take that very well. The last thing he would be able to handle on this journey was her sudden spiral into depression.

He wasn’t sure how to approach the subject, however, as he didn’t see her as one to take his urgings to stop thinking about him very well. He could make the situation worse if he spoke too much, so he comforted her with his touch until they were separated and he was wheeled away from her. They were quick to sedate him and he could barely remember the insertion of his IV before everything went black.

He was held in recovery for a time before they permitted him to have visitors, Elisha being the only one. Most would consider it unusual that his parents weren’t there, but Elisha knew how to contact them and this was considered a part of the job by now. They obviously trusted he was in good hands. He was slow to respond to her gentle touch, the anesthesia still heavy in his mind as he worked to open his eyes. His world was blurry when he did, but he could make out her features regardless. “I’m okay,” he managed to slur, mouth like cotton from the heavy anesthestic.

At first the women in the battle royal overlooked her, choosing to take each other out and reignite old rivalries, which was perfectly fine with Mika. Though she had come here to showcase her talent for brawling and being a submission artist, if the girls wanted to make it easier for her she wouldn’t stand in their way. After the first few had been eliminated, however, the teamed factions took notice of her and moved to make quick work of this new girl. They had no intention of letting some upstart win by luck and attempted to gang up on her to remove her from the equation. Now was a good as time as ever to show these girls she wasn’t to be written off.

She could see in their eyes how they had already sized her up and deemed her ‘not worthy’ of being a contender in their division. She could read how little they thought of her, judging her size and appearance as though it was all she was worth. Clearly they had never watched her rising through NXT, having to fight the lightweight men more often than not considering there wasn’t someone of her caliber to fight with. She would not embrace the ‘diva’ title and it showed. Creative had pushed for her to get away with a blond bob, telling her it would be ‘cute’ and ‘appealing’, but she had managed to slip past the expectation as she reminded them what she could do. The division was flat with Trish Stratus now gone and no true contender to take her place. She was just as manipulative with her strength as she was with her tongue, and she took the opportunity to showcase it.

One of the many blondes that had been in the ring came at her now, mistaking her for a green wrestler and paying the price. With little effort the woman was over Mika’s shoulders and falling to the outside, eliminated. But this was not how she wanted to be showcased in her first match in the ‘Fed’. She took initiative and grabbed hold of another contender by the hair, ripping her off her intended opponent and swinging the woman over the ropes to be eliminated. She could feel the buzz of the crowd as she was noticed for cleaning house, but she didn’t think much of it as she began overpowering her opponents, and more importantly, outsmarting them. Once it was determined she was not to be ignored, the remaining women in the ring attempted to gang up on her, but her power pushed them back. One went over the top rope after a blast to the face from a right hook, another disappeared after a well placed kick to the middle. The ring was practically empty except for one diva, Summer Rae. The name alone was enough to make Mika want to puke, as if her bleached hair and perfect tan weren’t enough.

The diva noticed she was alone in the ring and seemed to try and scramble away from the red head, realizing now that she was not a ‘new kid’ who didn’t know her way around the ring. Mika let her scramble for a moment before she was grabbing hold of her and tying her up in a leg lock camel clutch. It was not something that was seen often and it was meant to cause immense pain. Summer’s screams were like music to Mika’s ears as she could feel her point being made. She had far more she could do to the girl to make an example of her, but she chose to reserve her repertoire and let her go. It was as she was bringing Summer to her feet that light was shed on her mistake in not watching her surroundings a little better. The female she had kicked in the middle hadn’t gone over the top rope, but through the middle and thus was still in the match. She had bided her time and took the opportunity to strike when Mika was distracted. With relative ease she blindsided the competitors and was able to topple them over the ropes.

In slight disbelief Mika looked up at the girl prancing about the ring now and vowed to make her pay. Though the championship was what she desired, Nikki Bella was now her prime target.

[starlight]

Elisha had kept her promise to John’s parents, keeping them informed every step of the way. The days following John’s surgery, Elisha had spent by his side at the hospital until he was released - until the surgeon was confident that John wasn’t going to do anything to jeopardise his shoulder and wouldn’t end up back on the operating table any time soon. To be honest she couldn’t wait to sleep in a comfortable bed and have a long hot shower. She was sure that John thought the same. But it wasn’t back to a hotel room, it was straight on a plane to Mass. The place where she knew that John wanted to be, where he could rest and recover to be stronger and better than ever. Still, the both of them had avoided the conversation they so desperately needed to have. But there never seemed to be the right time or place.

Tiredly stepping off the plane, hair in a messy bun, no make up on, it was nice to not be surrounded by screaming fans. It took no time to be driven to the Cena household. “ I’m sure your Mom will be glad to see you.” Elisha said softly as she rested her head against the car seat. Maybe she’d been a little distant, but she was trying to change her mindset. She was so used to being with John on the road, she had to prepare herself to be alone, close herself off so that she didn’t let anyone close. The last thing she needed was to be royally fucked over while John was gone. The championship couldn’t go anywhere else - it needed to stay around her waist, Trish had trusted her with the division and the belt.

Stepping out the car, she grabbed their bags, much to the protest of John and was greeted by the warmth of his parents. The house was quieter than last time, Elisha figured the brothers weren’t around yet. It’d be good for John to be surrounded by them. Glancing at the time Elisha smiled. “ If you guys don’t mind, I’m just going to nap until dinner.” It was only an hour or so. Curled up, hugging a pillow as if it was a person she closed her eyes and tried to relax. It was her only few moments of solace before she went back to the craziness of the road.

Once Elisha had headed upstairs, Carol fixed everyone else a warm drink. “ You two okay?” She asked, treading carefully. After all, she wasn’t too pleased her son had broken the girls heart months before. “ Perhaps John, you need to reassure her that everything is going to be okay. And that you’re not going anywhere.” She knew her son, knew he didn’t like talking about things, but this? This was her potential daughter-in-law they were talking about. “ Remember what it felt like, when she wasn’t around? That girl feels like she’ll be going through that all over again while you’re away. Go make sure she knows it’s different.”

*

Rollins was surprised, surprised she’d taken her eye off the ball. And now Nikki Bella was top dog? Now that just didn’t seem right. Running a hand through his hair, almost in disbelief he watched the monitor. Maybe she’d want a friend or two around this place, although she didn’t look like the kind of girl he could just walk up to - hell, she’d probably give him a black eye or something. So he kept his distance for a few days, he watched her house show matches, spent time it catering when he knew she was there - although that was only brief.

He was walking down one of the corridors of yet another arena, earphones in. He really wasn’t paying too much attention to his surroundings. Perhaps he should have been, considering he accidentally shouldered past someone. “ Woah.” He said, stopping and turning on his heel to look at who he had bumped into. “ Sorry there Mika.” He said holding his arms up apologetically. “ I was in my own little zone.” He had a match tonight, it was a house show but he needed to keep proving himself to get more air time. He needed to break away from being part of a trio at some point. “ Hey, good luck tonight. Not that I think you’ll need it.”

[Yunalesca]

Being back in Massachusetts was both a blessing and a curse to John. He felt that warming rise from his chest out to the rest of his body as he took in the familiar scenery as they approached his home, but there was a cold feeling in his gut as he recalled how long he could be separated from Elisha for. He was going to be extremely limited in his mobility for some time. When he was finally cleared to begin working out to get back into ring shape it could be six months. He was not the type to lay around waiting for healing, but it had been drilled into him that if he tried too much too fast he could possibly never return to the squared circle. The injury was serious, but for the first time he was more concerned with something else outside of the WWE. Elisha was not going to handle it well no matter how much of a front she put up in front of him.

This was a point that was brought up to him once again, by his own mother this time. He sighed heavily as he ran his good hand over his face, sitting on a stool in the kitchen with that ‘look’ being given to him. He knew she wasn’t going to let it go and she had always been careful about getting involved in his personal business, clearly this meant a lot to her. “I know. How do I say it, though? I fucked up...big time. I don’t know how much she’d be willing to believe after that.” He admitted and got a raised brow from his mother, a knowing look which made him sigh anew. “I’ll talk to her. I know what you’re thinking, what you’ve always been thinking. Now is hardly the time to be going down that road. We’re still feeling this out, I can’t jump into that when I don’t feel either of us is quite ready.” He slightly chastised. He hated standing up to his mother, but when it was concerned with his love life he felt he had to now and then or else she might overrun him. She was a concerned mother and occasionally got too wrapped up in that.

With another sigh he stood and pushed off the counter, turning and starting up the stairs to his room. He couldn’t forget what had occurred the first time he had brought her here, but he was trying very hard to push that memory from his mind as he approached his closed door. Going in thinking about such intimacy wasn’t going to win anything, especially in his condition. “Lisha?” He questioned softly as he entered. The last thing he wanted to do was wake her, but this was obviously a conversation that had to be had.

He lowered himself carefully to the bed, situating himself so he could brush the hair from her face and stroke her side. Only using one arm was getting old already. “I didn’t want to wake you, but I think we should talk,” he started and mentally smacked himself after saying it. That was never a good way to start a conversation. Regardless, they had been avoiding this talk, putting it off until the last moment. “I want you to know I’m not going to be forgetting you during this time. I have no intentions of calling this off again. I haven’t said anything because I didn’t want to distract you. You understand this doesn’t mean we’re over, right?” He asked of her, needing to hear it from her.

As frustrated as the new girl had become in her lost opportunity, she refused to let it eat away at her like a disease. She remembered what jealousy and rage had done to the girls she had played football with not long ago; she wasn’t about to make the same mistakes in the Fed. Her focus was on making an example of the Bella twin, but she held her temper (barely) and planned her attack carefully. If she went after the woman outright she could get yanked from the air. She knew she was considered a gamble by the creative team as she had been difficult with them from the moment she had signed her contract and so she couldn’t walk around like she owned the place just yet. Soon enough the roster would see her power and would quickly learn to respect her, but until then she had to plan carefully. She wouldn’t get any favors or be indebted to anyone willing to stick their neck out for her if she messed up. As usual, she was on her own and that was exactly how she preferred it.

Despite her loss she had struck someone’s fancy in the booking process as she was getting a match on a house show. Most would take it as being bumped down, not talented enough to perform for the airtime, but she took the opportunity and ran with it. If she couldn’t make a big enough impact on television she would at least turn heads on the house shows. At the end of the day it was all money and a chance to establish herself. She wasn’t ‘above’ anything. She had been prominent in the football league, but that didn’t reach a large audience either; she had done it because she liked athleticism and was able to put some hurt on girls who didn’t know the first thing about life’s struggles.

The house show had barely begun when she was walking down the hall in yet another jumpsuit until they decided if she was worth getting special gear made. For the time being it didn’t bother her much; if she could make her point and prove herself with more clothes on she wasn’t going to complain. Besides, it made her stand out a bit more if her flaming hair didn’t do the trick.

As she was making to dodge into an empty corridor to mentally prepare herself for her upcoming match against some blonde, someone shouldered her. Being who she was, her shoulders had been square and stride firm as her personality overtook her motor functions, she barely staggered and likely forced the person to take a step. Without losing grace she turned and glared at the person, not caring that it was likely an accident. She knew she was already gaining a reputation for having a bad attitude, but she wasn’t here to make friends. She recognized the man who’d entered her personal space as they had both been in NXT at one time, though she had never spoken with him; she had never really spoken with anybody. He knew her, however, as he used to her name. Her eyes narrowed further as he did so. Against her better judgement she stopped and crossed her arms under her chest as it seemed he wanted to attempt a conversation with her. May as well shut him down now she thought and sighed irritably.

“You’re right, I don’t. Luck is made, not some fallacy bestowed on the lazy. The only way you get anything in this world is by taking it yourself.” She offered darkly, her voice biting as though she were daring him to continue a conversation with her. When he took a breath as though he might say something more, she cut him off quickly. “I have a match to prepare for, maybe you should be doing the same.” She stated just as coldly before turning on her heel and ducking down the adjacent hall to escape him. Conversation was not her strong point, she was a loner and had no intention of drawing the attention of the men in the locker room.