Now You Know What You Gotta Do

The dress was a lot more trouble than it was worth. Even sitting down was becoming a hassle for Darcy. Whenever she went to sit on a seat, the neck would choke her because she hadn't realised that she was still standing on the back of it.

Being short meant that she had never worn long dresses; just being Darcy meant that she had never worn many dresses of any length. If her job didn't depend on it, she would have at least hacked at the bottom of it with a pair of scissors so that it didn't drag along the ground.

After she had sat down next to Jon in catering and fixed up her dress, Darcy started picking hair out of her lip gloss.

"That's really hot," Jon deadpanned when noticed what she was doing. "Keep it up and I'll have to fuck you here on the table."

She looked at him and blinked at him a few times before she exaggeratedly pulled one last hair away from her mouth. "Just because you get to go out looking like you just got out of bed."

"Darcy doesn't go out to the ring until she's made sure she looks like she just got out of bed," he retorted and Darcy shrugged her shoulders.

"I saw Tessa here before," Darcy said, looking around catering for any sign of the Divas Champion. "Is her match still happening?"

Jon looked at her somewhat incredulously, "You're concerned about Tessa?"

"I don't think she should be doing it – she was in a wreck like two weeks ago and she doesn't look right."

"She's been around the block a few times," Jon said. "I'm sure she knows when she can and can't wrestle."

Darcy was sure that was the case but she couldn't help but feel more than a little uncomfortable with the idea of Tessa returning to the ring so soon. If she was going to be Tessa's opponent there would be nothing from stopping her matching into anyone's office and demanding the match be taken off the card.

"What if she puts out Summer?" Darcy asked, completely seriously causing Jon to look at her with more confusion that he had in recent memory. "Who am I going to dance with when I get drunk?"

Jon rolled his eyes at both the stupidity and the selfishness of her question and he chose not to respond to her.

While the cage match was being discussed, Darcy stood off to the side and waited for her name to be called. She knew that she had almost nothing to do with the actual match and was purely there to be a distraction and aid Harper and Rowan in preventing Cena from winning the match.

"Is there anything particular wanted to do, Darcy?"

Darcy's face screwed up as she looked up to John confused, "What do you mean?"

"Did you want Sister Abigail to do something during the match?" John asked again and Darcy felt her eyes widen.

"You're asking me?"

John nodded, "They want Sister Abigail to go over and it's only fair if you have a say in how it happens."

Darcy went into what she could only describe as shock. Sister Abigail was supposed to go over. They were actively trying to make it happen. John Cena was asking for her input. She wouldn't have believed it if she'd been told a year earlier that it would be happening.

"I don't think Sister Abigail is supposed to do anything but stand around."

"She can't just stand around forever. She's going to help Wyatt out, isn't she? Harper and Rowan are going to kick the door into my face, maybe there's something like that you could do. A cage match doesn't allow for much interference?"

"Maybe I could hold the door shut on your arm, or something?" Darcy suggested half-heartedly, uncertain about how it would be received. Throwing around ideas was still not something she was completely comfortable with unless it was only to do with her own 'Darcy' character.

"I'll sell it like it's nobody business," John said perfectly seriously and Darcy was even more shocked.

-Live on Extreme Rules-

With Luke Harper and Erick Rowan standing directly behind her, looking like bodyguards, Sister Abigail stood in front of the cage door. She watched intently as Cena crawled towards her desperately, hoping to exit the cage and be free of the torture he was being subjected to.

He knew that she was out there, she had been the entire match, but it wasn't until he was touching the cage that he really took her into consideration. It was clear, that despite the opportunity he had created for himself after successfully grounding Wyatt, Abigail's presence was causing Cena to hesitate.

No words were spoken – not one of the three standing guard spoke often, if at all – but Abigail's presence was felt throughout the entire arena as she took one small step forward. Cena reached out slowly, testing the waters. Abigail shook her head gently. She took another step.

Cena backed away from her and back into the ring. Abigail took two steps backwards so that she was again standing in front of Harper and Rowan.

She wandered around the ring, following Cena's movements as he circled Bray and waited for his opponent to rise. Every time Cena looked towards the crowd, Abigail was standing ringside watching him intently and waiting for him to do anything.

He rushed to the cage's entrance again after managing to knock Wyatt to the ground, knowing that Abigail was on the opposite side of the ring. He was standing between the ropes and the cage, ready to descend the steps. Harper foresaw what was happening and wasted no time in kicking the door shut with the bottom of his foot – a big boot to cage and Cena simultaneously.

Making her way to the cage door, Abigail stood onto the steel steps and walked up higher, the referee having been chased away by Rowan. She slowly pushed the cage door shut and stood on top of the steel steps, keeping it closed even despite Cena pushing against it.

- Off Air -

Darcy's hand was firmly in Jon's as they walked out of the arena towards the car and she rolled her eyes when she heard screams coming from nearby. She understood being excited to see your favourite wrestler – if you got her anywhere near James Franco she would probably lose the ability to speak – but the screaming was unnecessary and something she would never understand.

"Fucking hell," she cursed, rolling her neck. "They're louder than they were inside. Are you gonna talk to them?"

Jon looked over at the people, only to turn back at her and shake her head, "Not tonight."

Darcy nodded, happy that that was his answer. The fans were an important part of their success but talking to all of them wasn't possible, especially when all any of the wrestlers wanted to do was sleep.

"You aren't going to start it?" Darcy asked when they were sitting in the car, Jon in the driver's seat. He had put the key into the ignition but hadn't turned it at all.

"I told Renee that we'd drive her back to the hotel," Jon answered, looking back over his shoulder to see if he could see Renee through the back window. "That cool?"

"You haven't really given me much of an option," Darcy responded, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

Jon didn't say anything else to her so she decided to check Twitter. Despite having one, Darcy maintained that it was one of the dumbest things ever thought up. She also thought the same of much of what was sent her way.

She barely used the website for anything other than tweeting complete nonsense with the occasional Q&A, mostly because everything that was being tweeted at her was some form of insult or a question about her personal life. It didn't help when people had just seen her leave the arena hand in hand with Dean Ambrose.

"You can at least look a little less pissed off when Renee gets in the car."

"It's not that," Darcy grumbled, though that wasn't helping. "Those screaming girls? Have twitter and now there are pictures of us two."

"Good for them," he said nonchalantly.

"We should tell people that we're married," Darcy told him, shifting around in her seat so that she was properly facing him. "At least people that we work with."

"By all means, go ahead. Don't know why it was such a big deal in the first place," he retorted, turning back around to the front as Renee opened the car door. "Hey, Renee, Darcy and I are married."

"Oh! Really?" Renee asked in a high pitched, gleeful voice. "Congratulations!"

Darcy cringed at the sudden loud noise, "Thanks."

"When? Where? Why didn't you tell anybody? That's such good news!"

Jon answered all of Renee's questions, grinning as he did so, while Darcy sat in silence and tried not to snap at Renee's happy attitude. It was largely the reason she didn't want people to know – the overly enthusiastic response they were sure to be met with. It wasn't anybody's business in her mind and was certainly not as exciting as they were all going to make it out to be.

Renee had only proved her right.