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It was Monday night, and I was in the back watching the monitors as Phil's match with Mark Henry went on. I winced as Mark Henry kicked Phil hard in the stomach and Phil fell over, gasping for air.

These were the type of matches that made me really nervous, especially when Phil was involved. I knew Phil would be almost ruthless against his opponent, and with Mark Henry, he would have to be.

I watched as Mark hit really hard across the back with a chair and I dug my nails into my palms. This wasn't supposed to go on this long, and Phil was set to win anyways, but I couldn't help it.

"Take it easy there Nova," I heard someone tell me. I looked over beside me and saw Glenn Jacobs, or Kane, looking over at me.

"Oh shut up Glenn," I grumbled. "Stupid babysitter."

Yes, before his match, Phil had gotten me into the back near catering and gotten the nearest guy to watch me while his match was going on. Since Kofi had a match later on tonight, he couldn't do the babysitting. So here I was, stuck sitting here with a six-foot something huge guy in a mask with eye makeup watching me like a five year old.

I watched the match go on, and Phil finally winning. Something tells me that he wasn't exactly supposed to jump off the top rope with a chair and hit Mark Henry with a chair to his head, but winning is winning I guess.

I jumped out of the chair and hopped out of the room on one foot. I had gotten quite good at this, and I don't think that Glenn was anticipating it because I heard him yelling after me and soon, I heard his boots behind me as I traveled down the hall to the gorilla.

I waited behind the curtain for Phil, but stopped bouncing up and down when I heard Jericho's voice. I realized he was on the titantron and I stood there.

"I woulda carried you ya know," Glenn said behind me, slightly huffing from the unplanned work out.

"SHUSH!" I said to him, trying to listen to what Phil was saying to him. He was saying something about in front of his home crowd and street fighting.

I hit Glenn in the chest behind me. "Way to go loser, you made me miss what happened."

"Who in the blue hell are you calling a loser?" he asked, a low growl in his voice. I just rolled my eyes and tried to listen more. I gave up and sat on a nearby speaker next to the sound tech guy and waited until Phil came through the curtain.

I didn't have to wait that long because he came through not five minutes after I sat down, drenched in sweat and a sadistic smile on his face. He noticed me and his face sort of dropped, not much though.

"Aren't you supposed to be in catering where I left you?" he asked, coming over and standing by me.

"Hey, I didn't put any pressure on it, and don't go blaming Glenn either."

He smirked. "Did ya hear?"

"I would've, but I hobbled here as soon as the match was over, and big mouth wouldn't be quiet long enough for me to listen," I said, nodding my head towards Glenn.

I heard a gasp and looked towards the techie, who was staring, wide eyed at me. I looked over at Glenn, only to see him glaring at me.

"Thanks for watching the pain in the ass Glenn," Phil interjected before I could say something along the lines of what a true smartass would say.

"She wasn't really a problem until the match was over anyways," he said shrugging, and without another word, stalked away.

Phil turned back to me. "Why do you have to be such a pain?"

I smirked in true Punk fashion. "Because I can. Great match by the way," I said, hopping down.

"Thanks Shortie," he said, throwing his belt at me. I caught it with a loud "OOF". Which was completely understandable, because that thing was like thirty-five pounds in the least.

"Unnecessary," I grumbled.

He laughed at me. "Come on, Nov. Get on my back so I can take you back to the locker room with me."

"No, absolutely not."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because you're a giant sweat-monkey right now."

"Sweat monkey?"

"Yep," I said, limping down the hallway towards his locker room. We finally got there, and much to my dismay, of all freakin' people, Randy Orton was there, waiting by the door.

"What the fuck?" Phil snarled under his breath.

"Oh calm down," I said quietly.

We reached the door and Randy had been watching me the whole time.

"What are you doing here Randal?" Phil said, his eyes narrowed.

"I need to speak with Nova," Randy replied, cutting his eyes towards me and back again.

"You can when you drop dead Freak. Now move," I said, attempting and failing to shove him out of the way.

"Nova, please."

I stopped and rolled my eyes. I turned to him and crossed my arms. "What do you want?"

"I'd rather do it in private," he said.

"Nope. Sorry BUD. No can do. There's nothing you can't say in front of him," I said, pointing to a seething Phil.

I noticed Phil was almost shaking with anger and I moved to stand in front of him, putting my back against his chest, praying he would calm down before it got bloody.

Randy sighed. "I just wanted to apologize about the store thing. I had no right to blow up on you like that. I was just having a bad day, and you just gave me a reason to do it."

My jaw went slack. I felt Phil tense up even more behind me. "Um, thanks, I guess. Can you move now?"

Randy pierced his lips but nodded. "I'll see you around then?"

"Doubt it," I said, pulling Phil by his wrists into the room. I shut the door behind us and flopped down on the leather sofa.

"Wanna explain all that to me?" he said, grabbing an ice pack from the mini-freezer.

"I had no clue that was going down, Phil, so please for the love of god don't start griping at me," I said, covering my face with my arm.

"Fine," he said simply. And he and I knew perfectly well that it wasn't, but the conversation would be dropped…for now. "I'm gonna go shower and then we can go to the bus okay?"

I nodded and listened to Phil unlace his boots and go into the bathroom. The water turned on, and I tried like hell not to picture what his ass would look like when he was getting into the shower. I failed…miserably.

I groaned and rolled off the couch, crawling over to Kofi's gym bag to get my iPod out of it. As soon as Betterman by Pearl Jam was blaring through the earbuds, I sat in the floor, leaning my back against the couch and decided to close my eyes for a bit.

All too soon, I felt a foot kick my good one and I opened my eyes. Phil was staring at me with an amused look on his face. I took one earbud out and looked at him pointedly.

"What?"

"Oh nothing. You know, you could give Eddie Vedder a run for his money any day," he said, picking up his back and offering me a hand up.

I took it and pulled myself to my feet. "Yeah right."

"For real, I've told you before and I'm telling you now," he said, turning towards the door. "You can really sing."

Sort of embarrassed, I just mumbled a thank you and we headed out of the room. Once we were in catering, Phil threw down his bag beside the door and we went to go find chairs in the corner of the room where we could watch Kofi's match and not be bothered.

Nobody even attempted to really talk to us anymore anyway. We always either ignored them completely, or acted like total jerks until they went away. There was really no point in trying to make friends with someone you might not see the next day due to an injury or being fired for whatever reason anyways. Kofi had a good match, but ended up tapping out to the LeBell Lock, or as that idiot Bryan Danielson aka Danial Bryan calls it "The YES Lock." I swear I wanna kill that kid sometimes…

We waited and met a showered Kofi back on the bus and were off to the next city.

"Jericho is a total idiot if he thinks he's going to win the Chicago Street Match against you," I yawned, sitting back into the couch.

"The writers haven't said anything about who's winning yet, so I'm just planning on beating his face in," remarked Phil, sipping on his Pepsi and flipping through yet another comic book.

"Well I can't wait to see it," I said, dipping my spoon into my mint-chocolate chip ice cream carton. No matter how much Phil insisted it was horrible for my health, he always managed to get me my favorite ice cream. Usually, I'd eat the whole carton in two nights, and another would magically appear in the freezer, no matter where we were. Phil may be a total jerk when he wants, but I know he's really sweet when he wants to be.

"Will you to shut up so I can get some sleep?" Kofi yelled from the bunkers.

I grinned at Phil. "Do you want us to start singing Kum Bah Ya again?"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO!"

"Alright then. Put on your headphones and shut up," Phil fired back, trying not to laugh.

Phil got up from his chair and sat by me on the couch. "So you gonna stay up with me tonight?"

Phil had suffered many years of sleep insomnia, and it wasn't getting any better. Ever since we had wrestled together in ROH I had stayed up with him after a match most of the time, other times, I had just fallen asleep beside him while he read to me from his favorite comic at the time.

"Sure," I said, taking my earphones out.

"What movie do you wanna watch?" he asked me, getting up and squatting beside the DVD cabinet.

"Um, how about Underworld or something?"

"Again?"

I shrugged, not that he could see. "I love that movie."

He sighed dramatically. "Underworld it is then."

He sat back beside me once he had popped the movie in the player. We sat there and did our usual commentary thing; whether it be making fun of the special effects, or claiming what we would've done in a situation. I ended up falling asleep against his shoulder, yet again about halfway though the film.


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