Title: Bed of Lies
Rating: T
Genre: Drama/Romance
Summary: After finding out she's being cheated on, Michelle breaks up with 'Taker. Alone, friendless, and nearly out of a job, someone she least expects comes to her aid and helps her on the road to redemption. But is there more than friendship on his mind?
Disclaimer: I own no one. WWE is owned by Vince McMahon. Lyrics for this chapter title are from Everybody's Fool by Evanescence.
Chapter One: Everybody's Fool
You don't know how you've betrayed me and somehow you've got everybody fooled
She should've known. From the lack of time he spent with her to the way he treated her. Every time she called him, and it'd go straight to voicemail and he never returned her call. That should've been her first sign that she was being played. The second probably should've been how distant he had been acting. He told her he was just stressed. Yeah right. There were other signs as well, but she chosen to ignore them and her gut feeling. But she couldn't push this aside or deny this.
A mysterious manila envelope had arrived in the mail this afternoon while she was at home, which was a rare occurrence. It was for her, and I guess it made since that it arrived today since her boyfriend wasn't home and had to do Wrestlemania press. Soon as she got the envelope, and realized it didn't have a return address, she debated whether she should open it or not. Of course curiosity kills, and she sure as hell didn't want to die anytime soon. She opened it. She didn't know if she should regret her decision or not… but she knew that she could not deny the proof that was right in front of her.
Her loving, caring, amazing boyfriend was anything but. He now, was more so a lying, cheating, scumbag boyfriend. Confined in the envelope were pictures of him with other women. Women that she had never seen before, and if she did she'd tear them limb from limb. Her thoughts were filled with questions, most of them starting with 'why' and ending with 'I thought he loved me'. One of her thoughts flashed to the envelope.
The mysterious manila envelope wasn't as mysterious as before, the only mystery it now possessed was who sent it. But she pushed that thought aside, along with her tears and feelings of betrayal. She had to think of what to do. Confront him, leave him…or stay, continuing to love the lying bastard, while hiding what she knew.
She was not a fool, however Michelle McCool couldn't help but to feel like one at this very moment. Her strong girl exterior was destroyed, she pushed the envelope onto the floor along with the pictures and changed from her sitting position as she sprawled out on the bed, as she couldn't hold in her tears a second longer, the need to cry was just too great. So she let the tears flow freely from her clear blue eyes.
-LIESLIESLIESLIESLIES-
Saturday has passed and Tuesday was now here. Tuesday… meaning the night of Smackdown's tapings. She didn't know how she could prepare herself for this, but she had to somehow compose herself and show him that she was strong. Even if that meant she had to put up a huge front. Michelle walked through the backstage arena, her sports bag on her shoulder. She had arrived alone, which usually she would arrive with her boyfriend. But she was avoiding him, but tonight she couldn't as they were coworkers and eventually they'd have to see each other.
"Look, the slut's alone."She heard as she walked passed, she kept looking straight ignoring the comment. She was used to it by now.
"Maybe it's trouble in paradise." She could still hear them even as she turned the corner. The small fake smile she had painted on her face quickly washed away and was replaced by a frown.
Even though she was used to the names and everything people said about her. It still hurt, especially when it came from her former best friend, Maria. The two met back in '04 because of the WWE Diva Search. She had been the fourth one eliminated from the contest, earning seventh place. She had signed a deal even if she was a diva search reject, which she had constantly been reminded of. Her friendship with Maria had ended a little while after she had started dating her boyfriend in early 2007, while his divorce with his wife was still processing.
Once Michelle had started to date him, a WWE veteran, future hall of famer, needless to say her attitude had done a complete 180. She wasn't the sweet little innocent girl she was. She had changed. Her confidence turned into a cockiness that stood till this day, she thought she was better than everyone because of who she was dating. She had took the saying 'it's not what you know, it's who you know' to a whole new level. Most people didn't like it, but fuck them. She was Michelle McCool, and while she talked about how she was greatness she had been egger to prove it in the ring. Everyone could call Michelle whatever they wanted, and maybe what they called her would be true. But the one thing you couldn't call her was talentless. Michelle had talent and she would display it every single time she entered the ring or cut a promo.
The blonde finally stopped walking. She stood in front of a door which had a sign reading 'the Undertaker' on it. He was a WWE veteran, future hall of famer, and her boyfriend. They shared the locker room together, since she could never belittle herself by sharing one with talentless eye candy that put more into their sex lives than they do in the ring. Taking a shaky breath she opened the door slowly before walking in.
Michelle eyes landed on Mark 'Undertaker' Calaway. He was sitting down in a chair lacing his boots. In her mind she flashed back to when they had begun to date and she had laced his boots, which seemed like light years away. And from where they were now, it was. Sitting there he looked so peaceful so at ease, he had no idea she knew he was cheating on her. That he had been lying to her, for how long? She didn't know, but she wanted answers. Just not tonight, because tonight she had a tag match with Maryse against Melina and her ex-best friend, Maria and had to be focus on that and not where their relationship had gone wrong. Now she couldn't help but to think maybe it was a mistake to bring personal business to the work place, but she had to do it face to face. Or maybe she could do it after the show. "I need to speak to you after the show." She spoke into the silence.
He glanced over at her a bit surprised, but quickly hid it. Michelle, however, saw the surprised look, but refrained from commenting. "I'm busy."
She wanted to roll her eyes then and there but didn't, instead her face fell. She was quickly losing her patience here as she looked at him as if he were scum. "It wasn't an option."
"Listen little lady, you avoid me for a few days and then, you want to come here and demand, not ask, but demand to speak to me after the show when I already have plans? Darling, you're pushing it."
Michelle scoffed, in which Mark gave her an amused look. "I know I'm in no place to demand, but you're in no place to decide that we can't talk. What I have to say won't take long, but it has to be said. And I'm going to say it after the show, and you will be there to listen." She informed him.
"If it won't take long and it's so damn important, then let's hear it. What do you have to say, Michelle?" he titled his head to the side, waiting for a response.
The woman bit her bottom lip, she couldn't tell him she knew right here. This was a professional work setting, and she was, among other things, a professional. Or, at least she tried to be. "I know. That," she paused. "Um…" Mark looked at her with concern, thoughts swarming his mind, but they were so far off from what he thought she 'knew'. "You don't love me." Tears made their way into her blue eyes. She mentally cursed at herself, she promised herself that she would not cry. But here she was being a big ass cry baby.
"What?" his green eyes widened a bit at that revelation. "That's not true, I've loved you since the moment we first said hello. You're a fool to think that I don't."
"If you love me, you wouldn't be fucking around behind my back."
He sat there stunned, not denying the accusation, not saying it was true either. He watched her as she cried, her hands covering her face in shame. He knew Michelle was a strong woman and that she had probably tried so hard to keep it together, but she had failed. "I-I…"
"D-Don't l-lie to me." She removed her hands and wiped her tears with her fingers. "I don't want to hear your lies. I have proof, I'm not stupid."
"I never said you were. You're not, you're smart Michelle. I love that about you." He stood up from the chair and walked over to her. Intent to hug her, she moved away from him.
"Don't touch me. Just, stop. Okay? Please." She backed away and went over to the door. "I can't even begin to tell you how I feel. W-we need to take a break. I can't be with someone who can't love me, and just me."
"I do love just you." He tried to convince her, his words sounded so sincere.
She shook her head. "Then why are you cheat," her voice broke. "ing on me?" With one last look she opened the locker room door and walked out. She ignored Mark's calling her name, as everyone stared at her gossiping to the closest person as she passed. No one dared to comfort her, she was just a wicked witch to them. But Michelle McCool was much more than that, and he knew it, yet he wouldn't speak of it as he watched her pass her, heading to the rest room, the only place she could call her sanctuary and get away from the wandering eyes.
-LIESLIESLIESLIESLIES-
A/n: So, this is an idea I wanted to try out. I like it, it's different for me. I don't know if I'll continue this because like I said, it's just an idea I wanted to try out. I want to see if you all like it and if so, I probably will continue it. But no guarantees, though I can definitely be swayed by a review or two...
