Cody Rhodes
Hardcore Holly's sister
Maria Alyssa
Ring Name: A.M. Holly
Author's Note: I put the information up there to let you know what is kind of going on. I did it on my last one, and it usually happens on all my stories. Don't ask, it's a habit. As for my last story, He's An American Dream Ch. 1, I apologize for how crappy it came out. I promise to make my new stories more readable, honest. Thanks for reading and let me know anything I can fix to make it better.
A few weeks ago, my brother and his tag team partner Cody Rhodes won the tag team titles from Lance Cade and Trevor Murdoch. Let me just say, that week was a party week. I've known Cody for a while, seeing as he wrestled my brother to gain his respect. It's no secret that I think Cody is, well, hot but no one other than Bob knows that I have intimate feelings for him. Trust me, I get enough crap for him. I'd rather not have the entire Raw roster bothering me about how I feel about my brother's tag team partner.
Anyway, it was a new week on Raw and Cody & Bob had a match against Carlito & Santino. I hated the guys but the only bad thing is that now Maria left Santino, I have no one to talk to during the match. Maria and I are best friends on and off screen. I always have helped the guys train before every match but for some strange reason, this training session was unbelievably awkward. I couldn't stop staring at Cody and both of them noticed right away. We had to cut that training session short because I was close to having a panic attack. Tonight I felt pretty bad because I cost the guys training time.
I sat in their dressing room with my head in my hands, trying to avoid anyone and everyone. I heard the door open, so I turned to see Cody standing there with a smile on his face.
"Hey Cody, what's up?"
"Nothing, just concerned that's all."
"About what?"
"Not what, who. I'm concerned about you tonight."
"Why? I've wrestled Melina before, it's not a big deal."
"I'm not talking about your match tonight. I know you can handle that, I do. It's just...you seem distant."
"Oh, it's nothing. Just thinking about too many things at a time, that's all."
"Oh. I, uh, do that all the time. Come here."
Cody opened his arms, letting me know that he wanted me to give him a hug. Of course I hesitated because I do have feelings for the guy. But I obliged and hugged Cody. Let me just tell you, I did not want this moment to end. Apparently neither did Cody because he made no motion to pull away. My biggest fear at that point was my brother walking in on us hugging. I mean it was only hugging but Bob would take it to the next level and bug me until the end of time. I, unwillingly, pulled away smiling.
"Thanks Cody. I needed that."
He smiled at me. "So did I Maria. It feels weird calling you that sometimes because of the other Maria and you two are best friends. Talk about confusing."
I laughed and stood up, which was mistake because I hadn't moved for the better part of thirty minutes and my legs gave out on me. I kind of stumbled, sending me straight into Cody's arms.
"Whoa. Are you ok?"
I looked up into his amazing blue eyes, instantly getting mesmerized. "Um, yeah. I've been sitting for a while so I guess my legs decided to give out on me."
"Oh. Makes sense. It happens to me sometimes so I understand. When is your match?"
"After yours. Why?"
"Just wondering. I had planned on coming out to the ring with you."
That's Cody for you, always wanting to support me. It's nice of him to do that but when he's around me I tend to fantasize about us being together and it's a big mess that shouldn't happen during a match. But I still appreciated his support.
"Ok. That'd be nice. Are you going to be ringside or with Jerry and JR?"
"Ringside. Jerry and JR are cool but during a Diva match, I'd rather not sit next to Jerry because, well you know how he gets."
I laughed. Jerry did get a little out of control when it came to the lovely Diva matches. "Thanks again Cody. I'd be happy if you came to watch my match."
Cody smiled and stood me back up on my feet. "You ok now?"
I nodded and smiled at him. Oh God, my match isn't going to be the number one thing on my mind tonight.
A/N: That's the end. Short, I know but it's just the beginning. It's definitely more structured than my last one. All because I would rather not be in the same damn sentence as the idiot Mike Adamle. He's the biggest moron in the WWE and he shouldn't commentate. Sorry, my opinion. Feedback appreciated. Thanks!