If I Never Knew You
Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated with the WWE. Evangeline is my only creation.
So, I've had mild writer's block this past week… I knew where I wanted the story to go, but I was just having so much trouble figuring out how to put it down… so I watched a WHOLE BUNCH of Randy Orton fan vids on YouTube. You know the ones I'm talking about- the ones where somebody splices a lot of video of somebody and puts a catchy song to it. TOTALLY INSPIRING! (i'm a tard, i know) So, if you're ever struggling with writers block, try that out. It may help :)
Enjoy!
FOUR
Evangeline arrived early to the arena so she could get some practice time in. She had a match tonight against Maryse, and during the match Edge would come and interfere. She was worried because, up until this point in her career, she'd never had to deal with any of the men in the ring.
She plugged her headphones into her ears and started a basic ring warm-up. She didn't notice the eyes following her as she bounded across the ring. She didn't notice the eyes that watched as she danced with a phantom, flipping over, and- almost- twirling around the ring.
Evangeline looked up the ramp and saw Edge- Adam- making his way toward her. She pulled her earphones out and dropped her iPod down to the mat. She smiled, "Hey! Thanks for getting here early."
"Not a problem," he said as he climbed in between the ropes. He was only in a pair of jeans and a black pair of sneakers.
Looking him over, she asked, "What's up with the getup?"
"You like?" he asked, striking a pose. She shook her head and he said, "I'm gonna be doing this tonight in my street clothes. No sense in breakin out the tights if I won't be wearing 'em."
"And the lack of shirt…?"
"Oh, I was hot." He grinned wide, letting her know that he meant the double meaning.
She rolled her eyes. "So let's do this."
"Should Maryse be here?"
"She's not here yet, but she'll be lying outside the ring when you run down. I'll, of course, have my back turned as you sneak your way into the ring. I'll be on the right side of the ring, where Maryse is, yelling at her, trying to get her to get back into the ring. You head to the corner, do your whole I'm-getting-ready-to-spear-somebody thing."
He clapped his hands together: "Okay, why don't you go over to where you'll be. Just, do it like you'll do tonight. So you won't miss a beat or be odd or anything."
She continued on with her shadow dance as Edge went outside the ring and back up the ramp. At the point where she tossed her imaginary opponent out of the ring, he ran down to the ring. Evangeline continued to shout out at the floor. "After you've been in the ring for eight seconds, the ref will give me the signal to turn around."
"One…two…three…" Edge counted out for them. "…six...seven…EIGHT!"
"He'll pull me back and I'll turn to my left." She did so. And he ran at her. He tucked and rolled with her.
Pulling her to her feet, he said, "Go with my momentum. Don't try and hold your head up, you're neck stiffens up and it's a bitch the next morning. I won't hit you so hard that you'll hurt your head. The bump might hurt, but it won't be concussion material."
"Okay," she responded, feeling more confident about everything. "Maryse will be here in about an hour, so we may practice again. I'll shoot you a text."
"Sounds good. And after spearing you, I'll grab the mic, explain my dastardly deeds, and then the knight errant comes to rescue the damsel in distress- you."
"That about sums it up. After he chases you from the ring, your job is done for the night."
"How's the stomach? No more pain. Because if you're still in pain, I don't know about doing this tonight."
Evangeline smiled at her concern. At least somebody showed her some… but now wasn't the time to think about Randy. "Everything is in tip top shape. The trainers just said it was a bad strain. I'm all good now."
"Good, good. Well, if you're sure. Anything else?"
"Nope. I'll see you later."
He left the ring. Evangeline collected her things and followed him up the ramp.
No, they never felt the eyes watching them.
Maryse had Evangeline bent in a brutal camel clutch. Evangeline challenged anybody who said wrestling was fake to try out this move.
She grabbed Maryse's leg, and shoved her off of her. Standing up, she was prepared for the forearm to her face. "Jesus, lighten up a little."
"Oops," she replied with a barely there wink, and her signature sneer. She came at Evangeline, who was ready for her. She dropped down on her back, pulling the middle rope with her. Maryse sailed right out, just as they planned. Standing up, she shoved her hair out of her face as she started yelling at Maryse. The referee kept trying to get between her and the ropes. Maryse laid out on the floor, playing up her inability to continue.
Evangeline felt the ring move with Edge's entrance. The referee started counting. He got to six, and Evangeline stepped back from the ropes, appearing to go along with him telling her to get back.
"…seven… eight."
She turned. And was hit.
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