Chapter Four: DX's Little Lady
A/N: Storyline dialouge in bold.
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The next taping of RAW was in Chicago, Illlinois at the Allstate Arena. Before I had to head out into the ring, I stopped in the lounge to grab a cup of coffee. I was by myself, but after a while I was visited by Shawn.
"Hey Caria?" he called to me.
I turned and saw the dirty blonde standing by the entrance. "Oh hey Shawn, what's up?"
"Can I talk to you for a sec'?" he requested.
"Sure, no prob." I accepted.
Shawn stepped into the room with his hands in his pcokets. "About the thing in Stephanie's office... I didn't mean to offend you when I didn't accept her whole idea of the love thing right away."
"Oh no, Shawn, it's cool. I understand, it was just sudden when she said it. That's all." I said. "I just hope that I didn't offend you. I mean, if I wasn't in this prediciment that I'm in now I would-- I mean, no wait--well you are good looking. It's just--but I meant--"
The dirty blonde just laughed while I was acting like a dork. "Caria, it's okay. I get what you mean. Haha."
I laughed along with him. "Alright then, sorry. I was just trying to word it right."
"I know, I know." he replied. "But we're cool, right?"
I patted him on the shoulder. "Yeah, we are."
"Okay, we'll I'll see you out there." He gave me a quick hug. Before he exited the room, he spun back around. "Oh yeah, and I want to apologize for not talking to you about the whole Jeff thing..."
"It's fine." I smiled.
Shawn just gave a nod before he exited out into the halls.
'Are you ready... ?'
The crowds of Chicago's own screamed loudly for the coming of D Generation X. Green lights were flickering everywhere. Multiple fans held up neon green signs with DX sayings on them. Then, the two figures came out in the open. When they got in the middle of the ramp, they showed off their pose. Triple H was standing in the back, and Shawn kneeled down in front. They got up after a minute and continued their way down to the ring.
Before they entered through the ropes, they were handed a mic each. As they got in, the cameras flashed repeatitively; from both fans and WWE Magazine photographers alike. As soon as it was after a couple of seconds, the audience got silent to hear what DX had to say.
"For the thousands of attendants here, and the millions watching at home..." Hunter began. "...Leeeet's get ready to--"
Shawn cut in. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I, uh, can't do this."
Hunter got up from squating. He blinked. "What's up Shawn? What's botherin' ya?"
"Well uh," Shawn began. "I'm just a little upset I guess..."
"What happened?" the other dirty blonde asked.
"Rebecca and I got a divorce..." he confessed.
The crowd gave a negative and confused response. They were definitely expecting that. Usually with DX, it was all shits and giggles. and even though it was only a storyline, the fans didn't know that.
"Are you serious?" Hunter blinked again.
"Yeah, it's hard." Shawn said gloomily.
Hunter put a his free hand on his friend's shoulder. "Hey, cheer up. It's alright. We'll just get you a new chic for ya."
Shawn shook his head. "It won't be the same."
My entrance "I'm The One" by Van Halen came on and I came out with a microphone in my hand. The fans started cheering loudly for me. I gave a couple of waves to everyone as I strolled down the ramp.
"Hey guys, how's it going?" I greeted them. "I'm sorry for interrupting, but I overheard a rumour that was just lingering around backstage and was wondering if I can ask if it was true?"
"What rumour?" Shawn asked.
"That you need a new member to join DX." I answered.
The fans became excited with cheers they screamed. No, actually, they were more than excited; they were ESTATIC.
"Well..." Hunter started. "Yeah we are."
Shawn played off like he had no clue. He blinked and turned his head toward Hunter. "We do?"
"You didn't know? We've discussed it over like a hundred times." he replied.
"Oh." Shawn said simply. "Must've forgot, but anyways, continue."
"Here's what I planned out." I began. "Let me be the new DX member and I'll fight under your command. Actually, do every command, no matter what it is; a sort of Boss'/Flunkie type thing."
"Boss, just boss." the Arizona man corrected. "Hunter usually makes most of the decisions."
I rephrased what I just had said. "Alright ... Boss/Flunkie. But yeah, what do you say?"
There was only silence for a minute.
Hunter nodded and broke the awkwardness. "Sounds good, I like it. You're in..."
I threw my hands up in the air for victory. Everyone just couldn't believe it. We let the audience take it in for a moment. I just smiled brightly.
"...Under a couple conditions." he added.
"I'm listening." I paid my attention to him.
"Re-create your clothes into something more ... attractive and DX-y. Listen to every word I say or else there will be punishment." Hunter listed. "And make sure to re-dye your hair back to a normal color."
I picked a strand of my blue bangs and looked at it strangely. Then I fixed my eyes back on the ring. "Are you--Are you serious?"
"Yeah. Blue just doesn't fit in with our colors, as you can clearly see." he pointed out. "You understand right?"
I didn't like it, but I obeyed anyway. "Yes, I'll take those conditions."
I began to walk away, but I was stopped.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa Caria. Hold on a second. There's one thing I uh, left out." he said.
I looked at him again. "Sir?"
"You... havetodateShawn." he blurtted out.
I pretended as if I didn't hear him right, but Shawn got every word. He stared at him tag-team partner in absolute shock.
"What ... was that?" I asked.
He pointed towards Shawn. "You have to date Shawn."
"What?" I said just as surprised as I was in Stephanie's office.
"Yeah, you gotta do it." Hunter ordered.
"Hunter!" Shawn siad loudly. "DON'T."
Hunter gave him a look. "Oh come on Shawn, don't be like that. Just take the chance."
"Don't I have a say in this?" I spoke up.
The Game arched an eyebrow. "You interrupt me?"
I shook my head in a fast motion and peered down at my feet. "No sir."
"So what do you say Shawn? Would you like to date Miss Caria Swatson?"
All waited on his answer. What would it be? Yes or no?
Shawn held up his mic to his mouth. "My answer will be given ... next week."
