A/N: Gaspies. Another update. ;D I'm feeling super generous.. Now this update, deeeeeeefinitely a long one. And I'm sorry if I'm throwing a lot at everyone at once, but like... I'm having issues at where I should cut the story off. I don't want it too short... I'd rather a story be too long. AAAAANYWAY.
This was it, what she'd been waiting for. After meeting with J.R, she'd flown up to meet Mr. McMahon and they'd decided to bring her onto TV. WWE Smackdown, to be exact. She had been so ecstatic about finally getting her chance to be a WWE Diva… that is, until he explained what her role would be. But it was her shot, and she wasn't going to let anybody ruin it. So she signed all the paperwork, went back to her apartment and packed, and was on her way to her first taping. Her knuckles were almost white as she gripped the steering wheel; practically chewing a hole threw her bottom lip as she pulled into the arena parking lot.
"Dammit Colbie, get out of the fucking car." She hissed at herself as she stared at the arena, taking an extra 10 minutes to mentally prepare herself before she got out and grabbed her bag. She hurried inside the building, stopping one of the backstage tech's to ask a few questions about where she was supposed to be going. Once getting to her designated locker room, she sat on a bench the farthest away from the door… and tried to get herself ready for the night. She was so scared, it was ridiculous. She'd tried calling Justin more than once to tell him… but she figured Vince had already let the guys know. And if he hadn't… well, they'd all be getting a surprise later.
The Corre stood in the ring, staring dominatingly up the ramp. Wade paraded around with a microphone in his hand, his usual cocky smirk painted across his face.
"Now, as you've all seen the past few weeks… we have nothing but dominate the wrestlers here. The Big Show being the main person… You're a rather large man, Show. And though there are four of us and only one of you...We'd still like it if you'd come down here please. We'll be civil, and talk like real gentleman." Wade let his hand drop to his side, waiting patiently. He didn't have to wait long for Big Show's music to start up, and the large man bounded down to ringside to fetch a microphone, before entering the ring. He stood on the other side of the ring away from The Corre, with a grin like the cat that just got the canary.
"Wade, Wade, Wade…" He clicked his tongue and continued, "You and your lackeys haven't dominated anybody at all. In fact, all you've done is gang up on wrestlers that are already hurting after their matches. And seeing as how I don't believe that you could ever be a gentleman, I have some back-up that I'd like to invite down here… If that's alright, of course." Wade held his hands up, before waving his hand at the ramp as if to tell them to come.
Music started blaring through the speakers, and the first man out was Rey Mysterio. Wade and the rest of the Corre had attacked him after their match in the previous weeks, making him yet another victim of a senseless beat down. After he reached the ring and climbed in, Kofi Kingston's music started and the bouncy man bounded down to the ring and slid in rather quickly. The Corre hadn't went after him yet, but it was only a matter of time… especially now.
"Alright, alright… I know you might be a bit slow in the head from the beatings and all, Show… But I'm counting, and I still only see three of you. While there's four of us… so how does that make you really feel any safer?" The laugh that the Big Show let out not only shocked The Corre, it worried them all deeply. Heath and Justin gave each other a sideways glance, a frown on their faces… He had something planned, and it didn't settle right with any of them.
"What's so bloody funny?" Wade spat, taking a few steps closer to the large man. Big Show held his hand up, wiggling a finger at him.
"If you'll stop rushing me, I'll bring my fourth person out here. They're new to the company, but I have a feeling that they'll be pretty helpful." He waved his hand towards the top of the ramp, grinning crookedly.
An unfamiliar song started to play, and every person in that ring and in the crowd was staring anxiously up the ramp.
"I wish my girlfriend was more like you…"
And out pranced a tall brunette, the smile on her face nearly knocking down ¾'s of The Corre. Breaking kayfabe was something you didn't do, but Justin couldn't help his gawking. Colbie was walking down the ramp, dressed in wrestling gear - a glare reserved just for the four men of The Corre. She slid underneath the bottom rope, climbing to her feet and placing her hands on her hips as she stared them down. The crowd's reaction was crazy, shocked that a girl was involved… and the fact that she was gorgeous didn't hurt anything. He looked at Heath, his friend's reaction mimicking his own.
"Holy shit, dude." Heath whispered, turning to look up at Wade. His calm façade hadn't broke, his lips still pressed in a thin line on his face. He looked down at the ground for a minute, his lips pursed to the side before looking back up again and laughing.
"A woman, Big Show? Really? What in the world could she do, to help you?" The crowd began to boo, causing Wade's smirk to widen and Colbie to take a few steps towards him. She held her hand back towards the giant behind her, taking the microphone from him before stepping toe-to-toe with Wade. She threw a cocky grin up at the Englishmen, lifting the microphone up to her lips.
"I can do a hell of a lot more than you think." Colbie answered simply, crossing her arms across her chest as she stared up at the man towering over her. Justin chewed on his lip, immediately finding his boot covers so much more interesting than they originally were.
"What can you do exactly?" He sneered, and she snickered quietly and took a step back.
"Oh, I don't know… Distract you, I guess?" Once the words had left her lips, the whole group glanced around the ring to realize the other three men had all spread out around them. Before The Corre had a chance to even move, they were all getting the same beat down's they had given or would've eventually given the other men. Justin was knocked down to his knees, grabbing the back of his head in pain from a fore-arm he'd taken to it. He glanced up and saw Colbie walking towards him, noticing the pained look in her eyes.
"Colbie…" Justin said quietly, his eyes growing wider as she sped up and delivered a big boot directly to his face. He fell to his back, his hands covering his face as he rolled around in pain. Looking up as she stood over him, he saw the tears settling in her eyes.
"You're worthless." Colbie simply whispered, before kicking him in the side as hard as she could. As he flopped around, she delivered kick after brutal kick to his now-aching ribs. He rolled over to the ropes in escape, only to be dropkicked from the ring and onto the hard floor. The rest of the Corre had gathered around the ring in shambles, grabbing onto each other to pull themselves together as the other wrestlers all stood at the edge of the ring watching them with grins… except for Colbie. Her eyes still shone with unshed tears, her upper lip curled aggressively as she grasped at the ropes, leaning over them. Nobody could hear what she said, but Justin could read her lips clearly.
"I hate you, Gabriel."
"Hey, are you okay?" Rey had seen the tears slipping down her face once they'd headed to the back, and couldn't understand why she was crying. It was her WWE debut; she was teaming up with a team of top WWE Superstars to take out one of the top factions terrorizing them all.
"I'm fine." Her answer was short and snappy as she pulled her hoodie on over her ring gear, not even bothering to get changed into her street clothes. She wasn't stopping to eat or anything, all she wanted to do was climb into bed and cry herself to sleep… much like she had almost every night since Justin left.
"You're lying, chica… but alright. You got my number if you need me, alright?" Colbie smiled at him gently, nodding as she grabbed her gym bag and hoisted it onto her shoulders. She gave him a small wave as she left the locker-room, heading down the hallway and back towards the exit - hopefully without seeing any old friends. She could handle seeing Wade, Heath even… but Justin wasn't someone she looked forward to seeing or dealing with at all. She'd even begged to be put on RAW, even as a weak valet for a middle-carder. But Vince had bigger plans for her, regardless of how they hurt her. When she signed a developmental contract, she agreed to do anything Vince had her do… and now he almost regretted it.
"Home free…" She whispered as the doors she came in were in view, walking a little quicker. All she had to do was get in her car, head to the hotel… maybe stop at the bar, then go upstairs and go to sleep. But things are never that simple.
"Colbie?" Her name made her freeze on the spot, her jaw clenching as her heart accelerated. She spun around slowly, coming face to face with the Poster Boy of South Africa… who was sporting a nice black eye. She grinned internally, knowing she was the one who put it there… then accepted the rush of guilt she felt afterwards silently.
"Justin." She said his name as more of a statement, her arms crossing over her chest. The man in front of her dropped his bag, taking a few steps closer to her.
"Is that really you?" She snorted loudly, running a hand across her face in annoyance.
"No, Justin. I'm a goddamn doppelganger." Her words came out snarky and angry, causing Justin's face to fall momentarily. Her lips twitched downwards before she pulled them back into a smooth line, tilting her head at him, "What do you want? I wanna go to the hotel and get some sleep." She was growing impatient, and emotional. She didn't wanna see him any other time than in the ring, and she could already see he was gonna make it hard. He dropped his gym back on the floor, walking nearer to her until he was looking down at her.
"Colbie, I…" Justin started to speak, his mouth left open as he searched for the words Colbie knew he'd never find. Sorry would never be good enough.
"Eight months, Justin. Eight. Fucking. Months, Justin." She spat, dropping her bag onto the floor by her feet. His face fell as she pressed a finger into his chest, glaring at him angrily.
"I waited eight fucking months, for you to call me. Even if you had called me to tell me about a new girlfriend, all I needed was to hear from you. You went from calling me every night, to not calling me at all! And what did I do? Absolutely nothing! You went and did your stupid show, and even after you got voted off… You had more chances than ever to talk to me, but that's when the calls started getting fewer. Wade was already planning this stupid Nexus thing even then, and you pushed me away because of it! Why? I wanna know why!" Colbie was shouting now as she shoved him, the tears burning her eyes and blurring her vision. Justin wasn't doing much better, tears slowly falling down his cheeks as he held his hands up helplessly.
"ANSWER ME!" That time she screamed, shoving him against the brick hallway wall.
"BECAUSE!" He shouted, breathing heavily as he stared at her. She was on the verge of hysterics, her shaky legs barely managing to hold her up.
"I was embarrassed of what I was going to do, what I was becoming! And if I was embarrassed, I knew you would be!" He yelled at her, which only seemed to make her angrier. She charged at him now, one of her hands fisting in his shirt as she shoved him back against the wall again. Colbie's temper could get out of control, but Justin had never seen her this angry before, especially at him… and that only made him feel worse.
"Why in the hell would you think that, you idiot? Right before you leave, I end up telling you I love you… and you think something so stupid is going to embarrass me?" Her hand limply fell from his shirt and down to her side as she stepped away from him, wiping her face with the sleeve of her hoodie.
"I loved you." She stated sadly, turning to grab her bag off the ground.
"What do you mean…you loved me?" Justin asked quietly as he slowly walked at her, watching her gather her things.
"You don't love me anymore?" His voice came out quieter that time, and strangled…like saying those words could kill him. He knew it was wrong to expect her to still feel the same after almost a year of ignoring her, but his feelings hadn't changed at all. In fact, they'd grown even stronger. Distance makes the heart grow fonder was a true saying, in his case at least. He walked up behind her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
"Please answer me…" He whispered, and she turned around to face him. His heart broke once he saw she was crying again, but not out of anger. This was a sadness he had never seen from her before.
"No, Justin. I don't… and it's your fault." She picked up her bag, giving him a weak smile.
"I don't wanna talk to you, or see you unless it's for Smackdown. So just leave me alone, Justin. And we can both go on with our lives." Justin's hand fell from her shoulder, hanging limply by his side as he watched her hurry out the door. He stood there staring at the door for awhile, not able to make much sense of what had just happened. She was lying, he just knew it… there was no way she couldn't…right?
"Hey dude, did you catch Colbie before she left?" A hand clasped on his shoulder that belonged to his ginger friend, who gave him a hopeful smile. Until he saw Justin's face, that is.
"Dude… are you okay?" Justin blinked blankly, raising his hand up to push through his hair slowly before turning and looking at Heath.
"She doesn't love me anymore." Was his simple response… because it was the only thing that made any sense.
