Chapter 4.5 - Friday Night's Alright for Fighting...

by Alias6829 in conjunction with FanFictFunGrl215

"What does that girl think she's doing?"

From the safety and comfort of their hotel suite bed, Triple H and his soon to be wife, The Supreme Diva, watched in amazement as Dee and Smackdown's own General Manager rolled around on the outside of the ring. Although she couldn't see it from the angle she was at, snuggled into his side, she could tell that her fiance was smirking. None of her friend's actions came as much of a shock to her, quite the opposite, actually; Dee has yet to learn the fine art of looking before you leap. Neither girl has changed much since meeting over eight years ago in high school, both fueled by the same desire to be the best female to ever grace the squared circle. Dee was always running head-first into trouble, mouthing off to whomever she felt like it, defiant 'till the very end. Her partner in crime, however, was quick with a crack and a joke for every occasion but with a heart of gold. That last bit, however, didn't stop nearly everything that came out of her mouth to be drenched in sarcasm. At some points you couldn't have two completely different girls, yet for some reason, they clicked. The ying to the others yang.

"She's YOUR friend."

Althrough this statement was made in jest, it was true none-the-less. More than true, actually. Closer than close, better than sisters, the girls had been through it all together and now their dreams were coming true. This was especially true for the one the wrestling fans had come to know and love as The Supreme Diva. With the WWE's Diva's Championship title around her waist and an engagement ring of white gold around her finger from the Cerebral Assassin himself, life was going absolutely perfect for the little girl from Philadelphia.

With a sigh, she grabbed for her phone on the nearby nightstand. "That girl...she reallyh needs to learn to stay away from bad boys. They've always been her weakness." Next to her, The Game shook his head mockingly as the woman he loved's finger dialed the all too familiar number. After a few rings, it went to voice mail.

"Jeezy-creezy woman! I thought you were joking when you said you were helping him. Now we're going to have to deal with the blubber troll! CALL ME!"

Mumbling, she dropped the phone back on the nightstand and flopped herself down with her back to her fiance. Her shoulder-length red hair made its way across her face, obstructing her view as Hunter wrapped his arms around her and moved her towards his warm body. Within moments his lips found their way to the back of her neck, making her shutter as they made their way down her shoulder, stopping at the neckline of her shirt. She turned and met his lips with her own.

"You can't be her mother, Meg...she's a big girl now. She'll figure things out."

"You don't get it, she's stubborn as they come and as hilarious as it is to watch Vicki flop around like the skanky swine that she is, Dee is playing a very dangerous game."

He silenced her concerns with a passionate kiss. "You are so cute when you pretend to be serious."

"Thanks?"

He kissed her forehead. "Not to change the subject, but when exactly am I going to meet this elusive mother of yours? She keeps turning down my offers for Raw tickets and backstage passes and I'm starting to feel like I'm not meeting the standards she set for her only child-"

"It's... complicated."

"Is she embarrassed by what we do?"

She bit her lip in the cute way that she knew drives him nuts. "It's a long story. Something I can't exactly get into."

He pulled away from her. "Why do you keep hiding who you are from me? You can tell me anything, you know it. If you can't trust me, then why are we ge-" He stopped and composed himself after seeing the growing hurt in her blue-green eyes. "Listen, I'm sorry to pry into your business. But if we are ever going to get married, you've got to learn to trust each other."

She nodded slightly, then buried her head into his chest. "I trust you...it's just-"

He sighed. "I know, it's complicated."

With a quick kiss to the top of her crimson hair, he settled himself in for a much needed night's sleep. Of course, after the little quarrel he had with the woman of his dreams, sleep was the last thing on his mind. While this relationship was a walk in the park compared to the anguish that came from being married to the infamous Stephanie McMahon, it was moments like these that make Megan Elizabeth Gratton a handful. Yet, it was one of the many attributes that attracted her to him the moment he laid his eyes on her. The girls had barely been with the company two months when their lives crossed paths backstage at a house show. He was just getting back from injury and re-getting acquainted with life on the road when he noticed those sparkling blue eyes staring at him from across the hall. She was barely twenty-two at the time and almost half his age, but that didn't stop him from approaching the Diva in the making. She matched him joke for joke and never seemed to stop smiling; she was unlike any other woman he usually found himself falling for. After his divorce from the McMahon family was finalized, he didn't think he would find another woman he would want to spend the rest of his life with, yet there she was, sound asleep in his arms. His tomboyish little Diva. All he had to do was get past her tight-lip policy on her family ties...