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CHAPTER SEVEN

BREAKING POINT: MONTREAL, QUEBEC, CANADA

I was sitting in Paul's locker room, watching the PPV from backstage. Albeit, I was a little bit pissed that there were no women's matches at Breaking Point, the show wasn't bad so far. It was just coming up for Legacy's match against Shawn and Paul, the match I was most excited to see. That followed by Randy's; both for obvious reasons.

I watch the monitor as Paul and Shawn headed down to the ring, DX's music blasting loudly around the arena. The fans were mixed in their reactions and as I kept watching, I realised it was down to the storyline Shawn had with Bret a few years ago back in Montreal.

Legacy's tune started up, Cody and Ted appearing from the curtain, mouthing off to the camera's about the match as they walked to the ring. The match started instantly, all four of them going at each other rather brutally. Having been trained in the art of wrestling, I knew what was going on out there was more than just wrestling, they were actually fighting with each other.

I watched as Paul dragged Cody through the crowd, beating on him before Ted and Shawn caught up to them, fighting all through the crowd, heading up the staircase towards the top of the Bell Centre.

They go backstage for little bit before Shawn and Paul drag them back out, applying double 'figure fours' to both Ted and Cody on the steps.

As the fight heads back towards the ring, I close my eyes tightly when Cody's body gets wrapped around a steel chair in a 'Boston Crab'. Shawn then applies a 'Camel Clutch' to Cody as well as they both vie to make him tap out.

After Ted breaks up the submission holds, the fight splits again, this time with Cody and Shawn headed up the ramp and Paul still in the ring with Ted. Cody and Shawn fight in the crowd before Cody pushes him over the guardrail. He lands several feet below, almost knocked out.

Paul and Ted have since moved up the ramp towards where Cody and Shawn were fighting and Paul moves to check on Shawn. Paul starts to fight both Legacy members and lays Ted out with a 'Spinebuster' on the steel grates at the top of the ramp. Cody and him head backstage, fighting before Ted gets up and follows. Paul tackles Ted through a table filled with food and all three fight again.

My eyes are trained tightly on the screen, anger bubbling within me. I knew things were way out of control between them and I was seething inside with all four men.

Ted smacks Paul over the head with a cooler twice, and leaves him knocked out on the floor. The crowd's reaction changes as Shawn gets up and heads to the ramp. Legacy double team him at the top of the ramp before throwing him in the ring. Cody applies an ankle lock but Shawn fights out of it. With a 'Superkick' to Cody's face and a 'back body drop' to Ted, he lays Legacy out in the ring before applying a 'Figure Four Leglock' to Cody. Ted breaks it up and both tackle Shawn again in the ring. Cody hits his shoulder off the ring post after missing a move and falls out of the ring. Shawn sets up for 'Sweet Chin Music' but Cody grabs his legs on the outside and yanks him down, wrapping his legs around the steel post in another 'Figure Four Leglock'. While this is being done, Ted comes to and then applies 'The Million Dollar Dream'. Paul's on his way back to the ring now, crawling down the ramp but isn't close enough as Shawn taps the ring post, giving the match up and letting Legacy pick up the win.

I watch as Cody and Ted leave the ring, celebrating their win. I'm left sitting in the chair, my face red as a tomato, my fingers curling tightly as my nails dig into my palms, anger coursing through my veins. None of that was supposed to happen. Well it wasn't meant to go down like that. Not as brutally anyway. Why do boys have to be that way? Always getting one up on each other. It really is just a big pain in the fucking arse.

I storm out of the dressing room, heading in the opposite direction of the ring, anywhere away from them to clear my head.


TEDDY'S POV

Well, that match was pretty brutal. Clearly Shawn and Paul both had issues before going out there. Damn, my back hurts. I can't get over how angry they both were, as it was clearly evident in the punches they were given. My head is pounding as well. Damn, they both need to keep their personal problems out of the ring. The only reason I was hitting back so hard was because they started it.


CODY'S POV

Fuck! I wonder how Teddy's feeling? 'Cause my whole god damn body is aching. That was some shit out there. The punches they were hitting weren't exactly held back. They were full force smacks. Even the submission holds were used with force. I feel like I've been turned inside out like a fucking pretzel. Damn!


NOAH'S POV

I stood outside the back of the arena, in the cool night air. My arms were folded over my chest, as I hugged my black cashmere jumper around me. I was just so pissed off, I needed some air and some space to get away from them.

I didn't really want to go back into the arena, as I knew I'd have to see one of them first. Most like Paul and Shawn, considering I was camping out in their dressing room. I sighed and slowly turned back inside, closing the doors behind me and walking despondently back to the dressing room.

I opened the door slowly, walking inside to see Paul on the phone and Shawn laid up with some ice on his arm and back. He looked at me and his eyes lit up a little.

"Hey Baby Girl, we'd wondered where you'd got to?" he said in a more of a 'tell me where you were now' than just a curious statement. I shrugged and stayed silent, sitting on one of the comfy leather chairs in front of the monitor. It was in the middle of the Singapore Cane match between Kane and The Great Khali. I sighed and crossed one jean clad leg over the other, looking down at my nails as I sat in the chair.

I heard Paul click his phone shut and then let out a really loud groan.

"So where on earth did you get to then Little Girl?" he murmured as he came over to sit on the arm of the other black leather chair. I shrugged and continued looking at my nails.

I heard him whistle out lowly before he spoke again.

"Want to tell me why I'm getting the silent treatment?".

I shrugged again.

"Okay, Noah, cut the bullshit. Tell us what the hell is wrong with you?" Shawn demanded, using his in ring voice.

I stood up out of the chair, my face angry.

"You want to know what the hell is wrong? How about the fact that that wasn't just some pish little wrestling match out there. You lot were fighting like a bunch of immature kids. What the hell was that? Lets pay Legacy back for badmouthing me? Was that what it was Shawn? Let's fuck with Ted, and put him in place so that he knows where to stop when it comes to me or anyone else? You two are pathetic and I don't want to speak to you right now. So what I am going to do, is get my things and get out of here, before I say something I really regret". I stepped away from them and turned to grab my bag.

"C'mon Baby...." Shawn started but I turned to him and held my hand up as gesture for him to stop. He stepped back a little and closed his mouth and I stared at the two of them, both speechless and not knowing what to say to make it better.

I stormed from the room, my phone clutched in my hand and let the door slam behind me. I walked down the corridor, heading anywhere, I could see the rest of the show.

"Hey Noah!" someone shouted from behind me and I turned to see Mickie James there. I smiled at her, she was one of the few Diva's I'd make friends with since starting on the show "Where you headed?" she asked, clad in casuals clothes, obviously here to watch the show just the same as me.

"I was going somewhere I can watch the show. I'm not in the mood to be in Paul's dressing room. And I don't really want to talk about why".

"Oookkkaaayyy" she replied dragging the word out with a shrug "Well, we can head over to Phil's locker room if you like. I know you probably haven't met him, considering he's on Smackdown but he's a really nice guy. You want to go over?"

"Yeah, anywhere is good. Plus it might be hard to believe but I like meeting new people".

She laughed and linked her arm with mine and led me down another corridor in the direction of Phil's locker room.


"Hey Punk, you decent?" Mickie knocked once and then opened the door a bit.

"When am I ever?" came the laughing reply. She pushed the door open and I followed her in gingerly, not sure as I didn't want to intrude. I watched as she walked over and gave a tall slim but muscly and toned man with shoulder length black hair a hug. He was dressed in his ring gear which consisted of blue trunks with orange stars and matching knee-high wrestling boots. He had white tape wrapped around his hands, up his forearm, with a black cross scrawled across the back of each hand and a black hoodie on over the top. He looked over Mickie's shoulder at me and smiled a little before pulling away from her. He tilted his head to the side, looking at me but never said anything.

"Oh, this is Noah. Noah this is Phil". I stepped forward in order to shake his hand but I was engulfed in a hug which made me gasp out loud.

"Wow, its uh..nice to meet you" I mumbled patting his back with one of my barely move-able arms. My bag had dropped to the floor when he'd hugged me and Mickie was standing there almost rolling on the floor laughing at my expression.

He pulled back and laughed at me.

"We don't shake around here, we hug".

"Sounds like something out of the 70's" I replied with a small laugh. He smiled at me.

"Its uh...nice to meet you too" he said repeating my words back to me. He bent down to pick up my bag and handed it to me.

"What the hell do you carry in there?"

"My whole universe" I replied with a small giggle.

"So how can I help you ladies?" he turned back to the monitor for a few seconds to see the match. Over his shoulder I noticed it was Randy's match. At that point I had to fight to keep my eyes from the screen.

"Well, Noah, had a little difficulty which we aren't going to talk about and she has nowhere to watch the show. So, I wondered if we could commandeer your dressing room in order to do that?" Mickie asked, a pleading tone in her voice.

"Despite my on-screen pleading for the saying 'Just say no', I can't say no to you. So yeah sure, you can use it" he smiled "And you're welcome here anytime as well Noah. So how are things going on RAW for you ladies?"

"Great" Mickie replied, referring to her title belt

"Good so far. Alicia Fox was a pain in my arse that I sorted out but so far pretty good. I'm not on the show tomorrow but I'll be back next week with a vengeance" I laughed a little.

"Are you enjoying it?"

"Yeah, its good. Has its ups and downs like all jobs, but so far, so good".

"I'm glad. I can't help but notice you see a little distracted. Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry. I'm being so rude. Here you are being nice to be and my attention is on the TV. I really wanted to see Randy's match tonight. I'm really sorry".

"Hey! Its cool. We can talk later. Lets sit and watch the match". He motioned for Mickie and I to take a seat on the sofa and then he sat between us, his arms stretching out on the back of the chair. I sat back, feeling his arm at the back of my neck as I sunk into the sofa. He smiled at me and I knew it would be the start of a good friendship. Meanwhile, I turned my eyes back to the TV.

Randy had John Cena chained up to the turnbuckle with handcuffs and was smacking him across the stomach with a Singapore cane. I jumped every time the wood made contact with John's skin, leaving angry red welts in its place.

Phil looked at me and smirked a little, his arm sliding from the couch onto the back of my shoulders. I shivered a little at the contact but I didn't mind.

I kept my eyes trained on the screen, watching as John finally got free of the cuffs and then locked Randy into them and hooked Randy to him. Randy's eyes got wide when he realised what had happened and he pulled and yanked at the chain on the cuffs, trying to get away. The crowd for wild for Cena and he started beating on Randy, putting all his anger into every hit and punch.

The difference, I noticed right away, was evident. Randy and John were using wrestling hits and maneuveres compared the full punches and smacks Paul, Shawn and Legacy had been delivering to each other.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Punk's legs start to shake up and down as if he was nervous about something. I sighed and realised it must be coming to the end of the match. Which meant it was time for him to face the wrath of The Undertaker.

John had Randy locked in the 'STF'. He pulled back a little as the ref asked Randy if he wanted to quit. He shook his head. John let go of the move before wrapping Randy's arm around his own neck and pulling on the chain, putting him back in the 'STF' at the same time. Randy yelled and screamed, trying to reach for the cuff keys before he screamed the fatal words into the mic.

Randy Orton had just said: I QUIT

My mouth almost fell open in shock. I couldn't believe he'd lost the title. It was completely unbelievable.

I sat back, almost crushing Phil's arm. I apologised but he shook his head to say it was okay.

"You better get ready for your match Phil" Mickie said.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go and speak to Randy. Good luck Phil" I said leaning over to kiss his cheek "You'll be great. I'll see you later Mick" I sighed, grabbing my bag and rushing from the room, running towards the gorilla position.

I knew John would be in the ring celebrating for a bit before he came backstage.


I stood, pacing back and forth in the gorilla, waiting for Randy to come backstage. When he did, he was holding his arm and walking slowly. He shook his arm a little, getting the cramp out of it. I dropped my bag in an instant and reached for him, going directly into his arms and hugging him, my arms around his neck tightly.

He was surprised at first when I launched myself at him but then his arms came around me and he held me against him tightly. I didn't care if he was sweaty and warm and sticky, I just wanted to let him know I was here. He bent me back a little, placing me back on my feet as we stood in the embrace.

"I'm so sorry you lost your belt O" I whispered in his ear. He rubbed my back softly and I just held him tightly, one hand on the back of his head.

"Its okay, I knew I was dropping the belt. Well for now anyway. If anyone was to take it, I'm glad it was John, he's my best friend".

"Good, but still. I feel so bad for you. As soon as I saw you say the words, I was shocked and I rushed straight over here to see you".

"Well, at least I feel special. C'mon lets head back to my locker room, I can get a shower and then I'll drive you wherever you need to go".

"You don't have to do that Randy, I've got a private car".

"Let the driver go home. I'd be happy to drive you Noah".

I nodded and we headed back to his locker room. He opened the door and went inside, and I followed him gingerly. I closed the door behind me and turned to see Cody and Ted still sitting there, albeit they'd showered and changed.

"I'm just gonna grab a shower and get some clothes on, I'll be like 20 minutes max. And then I'll take you to the hotel".

I nodded, not wanting to speak in front of the two boys. He smiled at me and disappeared into what I presumed to be the bathroom. I stood in the room, not meeting their eyes, walking around a little.

"Noah..."Ted started but I held up my hand in the same fashion I'd done to Shawn.

"I don't want to hear it. I told H and Shawn the same thing. You all acted like pathetic, immature kids. You think I don't know the difference between a real hit and a wrestling punch? I'm not 12 Ted. Just....don't okay. I don't want to speak to either of you or H and Shawn for that matter. There's nothing you can say, so don't try it. If you are riding with me and Randy to the hotel, I don't want you to speak to me okay?"

They both nodded and hung their heads. I thought it was quite funny to see two grown men just agreeing with me but clearly they just didn't want a fight.

I sighed and moved to stand near the door, waiting on Randy to come out.

He came out about 15 minutes later dressed in a pair of blue ripped jeans and a black Legacy shirt. He was freshly washed and smelled amazing.

He looked between the three of us and gauged that there was something wrong.

"Okay, what the hell is going on? What's with the silence?"

"Nothing" I squeaked "Just tired is all. I just want to get back to the hotel room and sleep, sleep, sleep".

He laughed at me and nodded before looking at they two.

"Well?"

"Same Randy. Just tired after the match" Cody answered.

He nodded and grabbed his stuff before they did too and we all headed out to Randy's rental to head back to the hotel.

I sat in the passenger side, thinking about what had happened and everything I'd been feeling over the past few weeks.

I just wonder, if its all worth it?

END OF CHAPTER

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