This chapter starts their storyline, finally. I don't own anything besides the plot, Isabella, and Harmony.


Chapter 4: Drunk Men Tell No Lies

(Isabella POV)

I stood in a pair of black cargo pants, a tight black tank top with 'Punk Duchess' written on the back in neon green script and neon pink, purple, blue and green, paint splotches all over. Sighing, I adjusted my belt, which had a sparkly Biohazard symbol as the buckle, and looked at my arms. One had a neon purple and blue striped fingerless arm sleeve underneath a fishnet arm sleeve. The other had a black fingerless glove. My black hair was half up, the rest slightly curled and simple makeup was applied, smoky eyes and no lipgloss.

"From Whispering Pines, North Carolina, Isabella!" Lillian shouted.

Riot, by Three Day's Grace blared through the speakers and I ran through the curtain, throwing my hands up in the 'rock on' sign. I slapped a few hands on my way to the ring, entering between the top and second rope.

Shannon's music blasted and, like I was, he went down to the ring, slapping hands and being a face. Both of us got cheers. "And joining her, from Whispering Pines, North Carolina…Shannon Moore!"

Shannon got a mike and smirked. "I'm glad to be making my long awaited return to the WWE. I've waited for a while, wrestling independently just wasn't cutting it. Also, when Vince offered a valet/ tag team partner of my choosing, I couldn't help but pick the lovely Isabella." The words sounded weird coming from him, but I ignored it and smiled sweetly. "Well, now that I'm back, I'm coming after a title. Not just any title, but Randy Orton's WWE Championship title."

At that moment, Randy came out as his music played. Cody and Ted beside him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold your horses. You just came back, try earning it, not just calling dibs. If you think you're good enough, think again. You are inferior to me. Everyone is inferior to me, because I'm the WWE Champ, and you're not!"

"I think you need to think again, Randy." I stated, shocking everyone.

"You, shut up! Who the hell do you think you are?" He asked, cutting me off. "You're nothing compared to me! Listen up, sweet cheeks, you-"

"A couple things first, Randy. One, don't interrupt me. Two, don't call me sweet cheeks. And three, I think I'm Isabella Smith, because I know I'm Isabella Smith. Now that we have that taken care of, I'd like to say something. You and your Legacy, friends here, bring a whole new meaning to narcissistic. You are all so conceited, that you think you can beat anyone. Hell, I could beat anyone of you, anytime, anywhere."

"Oh, you're sure about that?"

"Dead sure." I replied.

"Well, then you have a match with…Cody Rhodes. Right now." Randy decided as Cody stepped forth, peeling his shirt off before stepping into the ring.

Shannon gripped my shoulders. "Isabella, don't do this." He whispered, making it seem like he was encouraging me. "Don't mess up, or you're screwed." He added before going into my corner.

The bell tolled and Cody and I got into a headlock. Cody Irish whipped me into a corner and came running at me with his elbow up, sinking to the floor, just in time, I elbowed him in the face. He backed up, slightly dazed and I used this opportunity to perform a sidewalk slam. Randy looked annoyed that I had just lifted one of his partners without breaking a sweat. I went for the pin.

"1...2-" Cody lifted his shoulders and lifted me up before slamming me into the mat. He tried for a pinfall.

"1!" I kicked out and he paraded kicks and punches on me before Irish-whipping me again. On the comeback, I clotheslined him. Going onto the top rope, I did a shooting star leg drop and went for the pin. He kicked out before the ref reached one, and pulled me into a Russian Leg Sweep before going on the top rope. Standing up, I climbed up there with him, fighting for the upper hand. Knowing, Randy was watching, Cody wanted to make sure he wasn't beaten by a girl. Too bad for him, I chuckled to myself as I pulled him into an elevated neck breaker and jumped from the top turnbuckle into a seated position.

"1...2...3!" The ref slapped the mat in time with the crowd.

"Here's your winner, Isabella Smith!" My music played again, and I smirked at Randy and Ted, who were helping Cody. Leaving the ring with Shannon, I went backstage.

"Oh my God!" Harmony grinned. "That was wicked!"

"Thanks."

"Scripted." Shannon muttered.

"Shan, be happy, she kicked his ass in under ten minutes. Plus lifting him up." Beth said as she gave me a high five. "Good job, shortie. You and I would make a great team, think about it. We could be called Bellazon." She joked.

"I'd stab my eyes out with a rusty fork before going by Bella. It makes me feel awkward because of the whole Twilight thing. People would say I was copying and all that crap." I stated as John approached and gave me a quick kiss, Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shannon roll his eyes, but smile when he saw Kelly.

Matt jumped in front of me. "C'mon, we're going out after the show."

"So I can be the designated driver?"

"No." Matt said sheepishly. "Okay! It wasn't my first thought, though."

"Yeah, Iz, come to the club with us." Kelly pleaded.

"First, no. No Iz. It's either Isabella or Izzy. No Iz, no Bella, no Bellzy, no Izzyabellz, and no Izzyabellzy." I said, glaring at Shannon. "Secondly, fine."


I sighed as I stood by John. "Babe, you sure you don't want one, it tastes good."

"No, I'm sure. I don't drink." I looked around at my drunken friends. I started to move towards a table full of friends, when I ran into somebody. My butt never met the floor, the person caught me in his arms.

"Whoa, there, gorgeous. Watch out." He giggled. Looking up to stare into jade green eyes, I gasped.

"Shannon!" He let me go. "Are you drunk?"

"Well, it depends. Does 3 vodkas and a tequila make you drunk?"

"Yeah, you're drop dead drunk." I sighed again and ran a hand through my hair.

"You're drop dead gorgeous." He replied. I could hear the surrounding Superstars laughing.

"Shut up! Listen, Shannon, have Kelly drive you to the hotel."

`"I can't, she drunk too!" Shannon laughed as he tried walking, but almost fell flat on his face.

"You're going back to the hotel."

"Izzy, will you drive me? Please?" Shannon pouted, giving me puppy dog eyes. Under the heated stares of 90% of my co-workers, I knew refusing would instantly get me dubbed as 'bitch'.

"Fine, do you have everything with you?"

"Mmm-hmm." He murmured as he tripped on air and almost went down. Jeff caught him. Jeff was only half drunk, but no matter how drunk they are, even if it is just a little buzzed, I get all the car keys. Everybody knows I don't drink and take advantage of that. Maybe I should start a designated driver's business. They'll be my clients and have to pay me for my services. Ew, that makes me sound like a hooker.

I threw one of his arms over my shoulder and put one of mine around his waist. Casting a glance at John, I mouthed 'sorry' before leaving the club.

Outside, the quiet night air blew cool breezes that dusted my shoulder. Opening my car's passenger seat door, I slid Shannon into it. Grabbing the seat belt, I stretched it over his chest and had to lean over him to see the buckle. Arms slid around my waist and pulled me into his lap. Yelping, my eyes widened. "Shannon!"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Hugging you." His words slurred.

Ignoring him, I clipped the buckle and went over to my side. I started the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot. Traveling the whole ride in silence made me wonder what he was thinking. A couple minutes later, we were at the hotel and through the lobby. Moving towards the elevator, Shannon stopped right in front of it.

"You don't like ele-a-vators."

"I don't care right now, Shannon. I'm not lugging your body up 16 flights of stairs."

"You could though."

"Yeah, but your body becomes a dead weight when you're drunk." I stated as the doors opened and I dragged him in. As soon as the doors closed and before I had a chance to press our button, he had pressed all the buttons, twice. Groaning, I closed my eyes.

"Oopsy. Are you okay?"

"No." I answered.

"Are you mad at me?"

"A little."

He whimpered. "D-Do you hate me?"

"No. You just get on my nerves a lot." I sighed. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close to him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I knew you didn't hate me! And I don't hate you, either!"

I smacked his chest to get him to let go of me. "You do hate me Shannon. You torture me everyday. I don't torture you as much as you torture me. It's just the vodka talking."

"No." He whined. "I don't hate you! I likes you a lot, Izzyabellz!"

"I thought I told you never to call me that again!"

"Sorry." He looked sad and like he was going to cry. "You're a lot mad at me, aren't you? You're just saying that you're not to make me feel better. I love you!"

"What?"

"I love you! I never mean anything cruel I say to you! You're smart, and pretty, and idependent, down to earth, sexy, and sometimes intimidating."

"Again, you're drunk, it's influencing your speech." I said as he was about to reach for another button. Smacking his hand, I growled. "I swear to God, Shannon, hit another button and I'll push you down the sixteen flights of stairs."

He backed away. "Okay, but stop hitting me."

The elevator stopped at our floor and I grabbed his wrist and led him to our room. With my free hand, I reached into my pocket and dug out my key. Unlocking the door, I flicked on the light and drug him to the bed. "Sit here and wait until I get out of the bathroom, okay?" I sat down next to him and looked through my bag.

"Wear…that one!" He pointed to a pair of shorts and a camisole. "It would look good on you."

Grabbing the said items, I was walking off when he grabbed my wrist and made me turn around. "I hope you know that I think you're beautiful."

Again, I ignored him.

"Stop ignoring me! I know what I'm talkin' about. Cena doesn't deserve you." He whined.

"Go to bed, Shannon." I said as I went into the bathroom and shut the door. Changing into my pajamas, I pulled my hair into a ponytail and washed my face. I heard rustling outside and ignored it. Everything was confusing right now. Shannon was drunk, or else he better hope so. Catching my breath, I left the bathroom and was about to head to bed when I saw Shannon standing right outside the door. Jumping in surprise, I growled. "I thought I told you-"

I was cut off as he held my face in his hands and kissed me. Gasping, I pushed him away and gingerly touched my lips, where only a few seconds ago, his lips had been. "Drunk men tell no lies, Isabella." He whispered.

"Go to bed, Shannon." I whispered back as I went to my bed and fell asleep, facing away from him. My mind couldn't get over those five words. Drunk men tell no lies.

In the morning, I awoke to realize that there was somebody else in my bed, who had their arms around my waist and had me pulled against their chest. The tattooed limbs could only belong to one person. "Shannon!"

Surprised, he let go and rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a harsh thud. "What the hell?"

"What are you doing in my bed?"

"You looked kind of lonely, and you were shivering, even with the blanket on." He mumbled.

"How much of last night do you remember?"

"Um, I remember you yelling at me, then me kissing you, then going into your bed. By the way, don't tell Kelly."

"Don't tell John." I reasoned.

"Deal." He rubbed his temples. "Have any ibuprofen?"

"Yeah." I got the bottle for him and a bottle of water. "I'm going to take a shower." I stated as I got clean clothes and a towel.

After my refreshing shower, I dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a black tank top with electric green and blue lightning bolts. Shannon was dressed, had his hair in a bandana and a hat over it. "C'mon." He said as he opened the door and I quickly slipped a pair of sneakers on as I ran to catch up with him. A brush in hand, I ran it through my black locks and dropped it into my purse.

Looking at Shannon out of the corner of my eye every now and then, I frowned. "Shannon, the scene is just around the corner. In two weeks, to be exact."

"I know, I'm planning on buying as much toothpaste and mouthwash as possible."

"So, now that we're normal again, let's get on with our petty lives." I said.

"Correction, you get on with your petty life. I've got a goddess to spend my day with." He smirked and walked away.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

Drunk men tell no lies.

Drunk men tell no lies.

Drunk men tell no lies.

Dammit!


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