AHHH I love starting new fics! This is a Randy/Michelle fic, and it's called Need You Now.
I actually really like this couple, and I hope you like the story.
Please review, whether you think it's good or bad :)
WORLD WAR THREE
There was an awkward silence in the hotel room, as Maria Kanellis watched her roommate Michelle McCool packing her suitcase. There was usually never a dull moment between the friends, however today was different.
Maria didn't even know what to say, instead she looked down at Michelle's suitcase in disbelief.
The redhead had never expected this day to come, and now it was here, she wanted to stop it. Maria snatched the blue t-shirt out of the blonde's hand, and threw it down on the floor.
"Is that the best you've got?" Michelle didn't know whether to laugh, but she couldn't help but smile at Maria's dramatic outburst.
Maria looked down at the suitcase, and reluctantly took out a neatly folded white tank top. With slightly winced eyes, she threw the top down on top on the ground.
Michelle shook her head pityingly at Maria. She could've kicked her ass so easily, and Maria knew it, which is why Maria instantly knelt down and picked up the clothes, folded them and put them in Michelle's suitcase.
"Sorry." Maria mumbled.
"It's okay." Michelle said gently, continuing her folding.
"I just... I just really don't want you to go." Maria sounded as if she might cry. "Smackdown won't be the same without you."
"Raw won't be the same without you." Michelle nudged her friend's elbow, encouragingly.
"I can't believe you're just going." Maria shook her head in disbelief. "You're just... going."
"Pretty much." Michelle zipped up her suitcase.
"You've already spoken to Teddy Long?"
"Yep."
"And he's already traded you?" Maria confirmed.
"Yep."
Another uneasy silence settled in the hotel room. Maria sat down on the edge of her bed, and played with a lock of red hair, analysing the tips for split ends. Michelle walked into the bathroom and began tying her long blonde hair back into a ponytail.
Maria walked over to the bathroom door and watched her friend struggling with a hair band. Michelle had never been that resourceful when it came to hair and beauty.
"Are you gonna help me or not?" Michelle snapped, to which Maria simply stood and watched her, pouting. "What?"
"You can't go!" Maria exclaimed, however as she did so, she walked over to Michelle and began fixing her hair.
Michelle sighed. "Maria..."
"The Michelle I know isn't a quitter!" Maria tugged at Michelle's hair slightly as she spoke.
Michelle didn't know what to say in response; instead she brushed Maria off and walked out of the bathroom, picking up her suitcase along the way. "I'd better get to the airport. Are you coming?"
Wiping the beads of sweat off her forehead, Michelle sat down on a nearby bench in an attempt to catch her breath. Training sessions could be long and hard, especially on hot Florida days.
"Come on, Maria!" Michelle called encouragingly to her friend, who was in the ring with Natalya – something Michelle had discovered long ago, was not a pleasant experience.
Maria shot a quick smile back, however she was caught off guard, by Natalya delivering a hard knee to Maria's stomach.
"That's how it's done, Michelle!" The Hart diva called back, with a smirk on her face.
Michelle simply brushed off anything the Canadian diva said to her. The two of them had never gotten along, and they'd both learnt the only way to deal with each other was through competition.
Digging her water bottle out of her shoulder bag, Michelle loosened the cap and drained the contents pretty quickly. She dug out her iPod and slipped the earphones into her ears, going straight to her workout playlist, a selection of upbeat songs.
She leant her head back against the wall, taking some deep breaths to relax herself, however her attention was caught by the action in the training ring between Natalya and Maria.
It was obvious that Maria was getting hurt. Not wrestling hurt. Genuinely hurt. She was doubled over in pain from every shot Natalya took to her midsection, and she was contorted as she lay on the floor.
"Natalya!" Michelle called, to which the third generation diva's head snapped round. "Can I have a word with you?"
Natalya, who had Maria held over her shoulders, simply dropped her on the floor, before exiting the ring to see Michelle.
"What do you want, McCool?" Natalya rolled her eyes, as if she could be doing something much more productive, as opposed to talking to Michelle.
"I could be wrong, and correct me if I am, but it looks as if you're actually hurting Maria." Michelle said gently.
"It's wrestling, Michelle, not wrestling dress-up." Natalya retorted, bitterly.
"You know how... 'Green' Maria can be, and besides, it's only training." Michelle paused. "Just... go easy on her."
"Go easy on her?" Natalya laughed, to which Maria began walking towards the pair. "Are you trying to give me wrestling advice?"
"Wrestling advice? Of course not, I just..."
"Cause if you're trying to give me some 'words of wisdom', you can just go back to whatever little hick-town you came from, and leave the wrestling to the pros." Natalya hissed, flecks of spit flying at Michelle.
Something inside Michelle snapped. She wasn't sure what – or why – but she lost it, and lunged at Natalya, shoving her down to the ground. Natalya simply smirked, and got back up.
"Is that the way you wanna play it?" Natalya shoved Michelle back, however Michelle didn't fall. Instead, she flew at Natalya like a wildcat, clawing and scratching until she was pulled away by one of the trainers.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" The trainer screamed at her. "Are you..."
"Insane. You're insane for leaving." Maria smiled slightly, as she watched her friend walk towards the departures lounge. "You could've had her."
"That's not the point." Michelle sat down on a bench. "I lost my cool, and I snapped. I shouldn't have done it."
"She had it coming." Maria muttered, to which Michelle smiled slightly.
The pair sat in silence, however there was something companionable about this one. It was comfortable.
'Last call for the 2:50 flight to Jersey City.' A woman's voice came from over the speakers.
"That's me." Michelle got up, and began fumbling inside her bag for her boarding pass, holding it up in triumph.
"I guess I'll see you at the next pay-per-view." Maria wrapped her arms around her friend, and didn't want to let go. Michelle had been her rock through everything, and the last thing she wanted was for that rock to disappear.
"Just so you know, I'm not a quitter." Michelle shook her head defiantly. "I'm just a girl who stood up for her friend. I've always been that girl, it just backfired this time."