Chapter Two: Beginning Of An End

I took another swig off of my bottle of water and ate my last bite of the sub John bought me. I wiped the sweat off from my brow. Ugh, I could really use a shower. I had just finished my practice match with Maria and was so incredibly exhausted.

As I passed the corner of the hallway, I threw my wrappers into the trash can. Then, walking towards my locker room, I brushed shoulders with an unwelcoming face.

Great. It was Dave. I looked down at my feet as I moved on by him. I wanted to avoid any expressions from him at all costs.

"Having a wonderful time with your new fling?" he muttered quietly. I wasn't exactly sure what he actually said, but that's what it sounded like.

I stopped in my tracks and turned my head in his direction. I was really hoping to not have all this go on! "What?"

He halted too so the both of us could speak face-to-face "You heard me. Do you love him more than you did me?"

I sighed. I hated when drama like this began. "Dave, please don't do this. I needed to get out. Our relationship wasn't working from the beginning and you know it too."

His eyes were strangely dark. "Then tell me why this one won't be the same from what we had."

I couldn't answer the question. I just shook my head and said. "Dave, just please leave me alone..."

"Dame, I love you and that will never change. But I hope that moron breaks your heart." Dave said coldly to me. "And when he does, I won't be there when you crawl back. Because you'll know how it felt."

Tears threatened to fall down my pale cheeks. I became very angry. "Prick, how dare you speak to me like that."

I was about to slap my ex-husband when he caught my hand with his large hand. I felt him grip it a little tight. He looked and me and said "You better cut that shit out. It's getting old."

I yanked my hand back. "I hate you. Stay out of my life."

Dave just responded to me with a smirk. He walked off in the opposite direction as I watched him.

I heard footsteps approach me. A slender hand touched and rubbed my shoulder in a comforting way. I looked and saw my best friend Caria.

I was handed tissues by the Prescott native as we talked in my locker room.

"What an asshole. Ugh, that makes me sick just hearing him speak to you like that." Caria said in disgust.

I sniffed. "It's just really hard for him. You can't really blame him for being a little jealous."

Caria scoffed. "A little? Girl, he's obsessed! Dave has to stop this before he gets seriously hurt. I mean, I've known Cena for about six to seven years. If he wants something bag enough, he'll get it. Why do you think he's still the champ?"

I nodded. "You're right. But even though Dave is getting under my skin, I don't want to see him crash and burn. I can't allow it to get too brutal. Especially since John and I are an on and off screen couple. I love him to the absolute extreme, but he can't get too agressive."

She agreed. "Yeah I know. That's why we're going to end this once and for all."

I stared at her. Caria had 'the look' smile on her face. I became suspicious. "Caria, why the hell are you smiling like that? What're you thinking?"

"I'm thinkin' Batista vs Cena in a 'I Quit' match. And you'll be the special referee." Caria smirked.

I shook my head. "No, no, no, no, no! Bad idea! Bad move!"

"Don't worry, when I talk to Vince, I'll just have him transfer Dave back onto Smackdown!" Caria reassured me. "We'll have it next week.

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Quote of the moment: SILENCE!! (Squeak) I keel yoo." -- Ackkmed off of 'Jeff Dunham -- Spark of Insanity'

--- Miss Dollface