YO! I'm back with another chapter and man, things have been hot here! I mean over 100 degrees hot. I hate heat advisories and I hate the weathermen who LIE… and yes, you do LIE… about when they're supposed to end. Anyhoo… Let's get this show on the road, shall we? I want to thank my loyal readers and reviewers for their love and continued support and I wanna send a special CENATION SHOUT-OUT to my newest reviewers: KATIKATI9027, STRAIGHTEDGEPUNKXXX and DEANWINCHESTER'SLITTLEBABEXX! Thanks, guys! :D Now… ON WITH THE FIC!
DISCLAIMER: You know the drill. I own NOTHING except, Gwen, Dee, Thunder and any and all UNFAMILIAR people and places. That is all!
(A/N: This is my longest chapter to date! I'm kinda taking a few cues from the RAW that aired on Sept. 3, 2012 and redoing them to fit my story. I KNOW that some people weren't even present and in some of those matches, certain people lost… but this is MY story… so there! Okay. Time in! :D )
-FedEx Forum, Monday Night RAW-
GWEN'S P.O.V.
Man, for years, I've wanted to attend a live Raw event… now I'm at TWO and this time… wow!
After John told me I'd be sitting at the announcer's table for the rest of Raw, they went to commercial and security let Dee out of the front row to come the announce table. John jumped down and helped me down after. Okay, I can get used to him picking me up like that. Michael Cole stepped out from behind the desk to let me and Dee in. Dee sat next to Jerry and I… lucky me… sat next to Cole. But it's cool. I'm still close enough to finally shake hands with a living legend! I swear my autograph book and photo album are gonna be filled by the time I go home.
"Well, it's nice to meet you both." Jerry said. "I'm-"
"Jerry Lawler! We know!" Dee said excitedly. "Gwen and I have watched you on Mid-South wrestling every Saturday morning since we were kids."
"And the Jerry Lawler Show on Sundays." I added. Man, this is so cool! "You were- well, are awesome!"
"A couple of fans! Where are you two from?" Jerry asked.
"Greenville, Mississippi. But we get Channel 5 so we never missed a show when you were on." I smiled.
"Now, that's dedication. Good to have you ladies aboard." He chuckled and shook our hands. I look over and Michael didn't look so enthused over the fact that Jerry was getting most of the attention. "Oh, stop pouting. You look ridiculous."
"I just don't see why they're making such a fuss over you, Jerry." Michael said.
"I guess the whole 'we watched him since we were kids' thing went over your head." I said simply. "Just chill out. One day someone's gonna gush over you like we're doing to him." I just shake my head and look at the headsets kinda weirdly and Jerry chuckled.
"Don't worry, girls. Just follow our lead. Sometimes you'll hear the directors say something, just go with it. But act natural. You'll do fine."
"If you say so, King." Dee smirked as she and I put our headsets on. As soon as we did, we heard the director go through the countdown. In a few seconds, Me and Dee will be live!
"Okay, we're on in 5… 4… 3… 2…"
"And we're back on Monday Night RAW. Right now, we're being joined by two lovely young ladies. One, you just met before the commercial break. Gwen Turner and this is…" Michael Cole stalled.
"Dee-Lo Maxwell. No relation." She chuckled.
"Well, nice to finally put a name to you, Dee-Lo." Jerry said with a smile. "So, how are you two enjoying yourselves?"
"Oh, this is such a blast! I still can't believe this is happening!" I said. And I didn't. Stuff like this only happens in fanfiction!
"Well, it is." Jerry chuckled. "I mean you saved John Cena's life. This is what happens."
"Personally, I wished you just let the guy choke." Michael Cole said.
"That is a terrible thing to say! And you wonder why nobody likes you." I said simply.
"Hey, the MIZ thinks I'm awesome!"
"Like I said, and you wonder why nobody likes you." I repeated getting a laugh from Jerry.
"Okay, I see you two are gonna get along great." The King chuckled.
Cole gave me this look and I gave him one saying something along the lines of "Try me". Now, something must have happened during the conversation because Cole and Jerry looked at each other and gave each other a slight shrug. I guess they were gonna let us in on it during the next break. I'm not sure. I see Sheamus in the ring about to have his match when the sound of Punk's music began playing. I knew he's supposed to be a heel so Dee and I play along. He and Sheamus are talking back and forth about respect and then AJ comes out.
"No disrespect, Punk, and no disrespect, Sheamus." The diminutive General Manager of Raw began. "But, I have an announcement to make. Night of Champions is less than two weeks away which has given me an idea for tonight's two main events. In one match, the challengers for the World title and the WWE title will face each other which means Albert del Rio will face John Cena. And the other main event is gonna be a Champion v. Champion match." The crowd went nuts and Sheamus looked pleased about this development. Punk… not so much. "Which means World Champ Sheamus will face WWE Champ C.M. Punk." They throw each other smug looks and when AJ's music started up, she began skipping around the ring. She waved to the two of us before skipping back up the ramp.
I hear Michael Cole talking about the two matches and Night of Champions and, okay, I admit, he's pretty good. Just cut out all the brown nosing shit and he'd be a great announcer. I hear him mention Randy Orton and Dolph Ziggler's match next and Dee fans herself.
"I'm looking forward to that one!" Dee shouted.
So, they do flip flop. I remember seeing them fight in Last Friday's SmackDown and Randy won that time. The second Commercial break came up and Jerry motioned for us to remove our headphones.
"Hey, girls. We just got word from our directors and they seem to like what you bring to the commentary."
"Is that good or bad?" Dee asked.
"Oh, it's very good. They're basically giving you carte blanche to say or do whatever you want…"
"Within reason. You can't go attacking the wrestlers or valets or anything like that, but you can talk smack to them. But if I were you, I'd keep from doing that."
"Too late." I said simply. And Jerry let us know to put our headsets back on. Five seconds to the end of the break. I was about to say something when…
"Excuse me! EXCUSE ME!" A shrill voice screamed.
"You're excused, already! Just turn down the volume!" I shout. "Geez, where did she get that voice? Sirens R Us?"
She introduces Dolph Ziggler and he comes out wearing this God awful shirt that says "It ain't showing off, if you can back it up". He then turns around and does this gyrating move. Please.
"Okay, I could have gone the rest of my life without that." Dee groaned.
"What? He's Mr. Money in the Bank. He can do what he wants." Michael Cole said.
"Ugh, you sure your last name isn't Hoover because you're the biggest suck up I've ever seen in my life." I say in annoyance. "And also, Dolph's shirt… misleading advertising. You should NEVER do that move and wear a shirt talking about backing it up unless you actually HAVE something to back up! Chippendales, you can rest easy. Your jobs are safe."
I see Dolph enter the ring and try to talk smack to us.
"Yeah, after this show, you should try out for 'What Not to Wear'! You'd be a shoe-in!" Dee shouted back before she waved him off. Vicki came over to us and, despite all the things I can't stand about her, I do like one thing.
"I like your hair." I say sincerely. She looked at me kinda weird. I guess she was expecting an insult. But I was serious. One thing you gotta know about me: If I like something or hate something, I'll tell you the truth.
"Really?"
"Yeah. It looks really good. If I had the guts to go short with mine, I think I'd try that style."
"Oh, well, thank you." She smiled.
"Girl, were you serious?" Dee asked me.
"Yeah. I like her haircut."
Anyway, then comes Randy's theme song and the crowd erupts. These headsets work because I know the guys are screaming their heads off behind me. I see Randy walk out to the ring and Cole is talking about Twitter and how everyone's on it talking about last week's news. He invites them to join in on #Raw. The Viper gets up on the turnbuckle facing us and does that arm thing he always does. He looks down at me and Dee and flashes that trademark smirk of his.
"Mmm, if he wasn't married…" Dee chuckled.
"Um, Dee? You have a man, remember?" I say.
"I know, but we flirt with other people all the time. We have an agreement. As long as it's just harmless flirting and it doesn't go any further than that, it's cool. It's all about trust. He trusts me not to stray and I trust him not to do anything to make me cut off his nads and feed them to him." She said with the biggest grin.
"Are you serious right now?" Cole asked her with a look of disbelief.
"That's the kind of bond we have. Our relationship is based on the fact that we're both nuts and we like it!" She laughed. "I love you, DeVon, baby!"
"You are a piece of work, Dee-Lo!" Jerry laughed.
I just shake my head. Little did I know that the people in the Director's truck are laughing. Apparently, their loving us. Throughout the match, the four of us provide commentary and play-by-play during Randy's match. He had Dolph in the corner and dos this wild spin move to get the pin, but Dolph cheats with a tight pull and gets the win.
"And here is your winner… if Dennis the Menace grew up and went into male stripping… Dolph Ziggler." I say into my headset.
"Not one of your favorites, I gather." Cole replied.
"You catch on quick." I say to him. As Dolph and his harpy Vicki walk back up the ramp, I hear…
"AWWWWWWWWWWEESOOOOOOOOOME!"
"Oh, have mercy." The girls groaned.
"He's got a suit on. You know what that means…" Gwen cringed.
"Guest commentator." They said in unison.
Shit! I'm really gonna have to keep from strangling this guy. I haven't met him as of yet, but I have a feeling this initial meeting isn't gonna end well. Who knows, maybe he's one of the ones who's really nice off screen. Only time will tell.
"The must-see champ is now the must-hear champ! Monday night just got AWESOME!" The Miz said. I just rolled my eyes at the whole thing. "So, you must be the chick everyone's talking about. You saved Cena's life. Why?"
"Uh, because it's what a decent human being would do? Something you obviously know nothing about." I say back. "Now how about we not talk about you and get on to something more important like this whole anger management class Daniel Bryan is attending. It was a big thing already but now Kane's there, too? Whoo, boy!"
"I agree. Who knows what could happen in class." Jerry added.
"No offense to Kane, but if I found out he was in any class of mine… I'd cut." Dee chuckled. "The dude is just frickin'… he makes Stephen King look like Mr. Rogers."
"And that's saying something. But right now, let's see what was in their lesson plan. Last week, they had to do an anger collage. Let's how well that worked out."
They cut to Daniel and Kane's anger management class with Dr, Shelby and Daniel pills out this sheet of paper with the words "yes" and "no" written all over it. He talks about how he used to say yes and then how he used to say no and how everyone kept saying yes… then he tore it up and said I can't take anymore. That makes two of us. Then Kane… yeah. He has a blank sheet of paper that he crumples up and throws in the metal trashcan. Then, with his move we all know, the can explodes in flames before he sits down. Then Daniel had the nerve to call him Teacher's pet.
"Uhhhhh… you know what? There are no words." I say. "Even Merriam-Webster couldn't invent a word for that."
"I actually agree with you." The Miz nodded. My best friend looked in our direction with bug eyes.
"Y'all agree!? We're so screwed." Dee cringed.
"In any rate, I can't wait for the next match. Sin Cara, the high flyer from Mexico is set to team up with Rey Mysterio for the first time tonight on RAW." Jerry said with excitement.
They then cut to his match on SmackDown which aired last Friday, another flip flop, and they showed Cody trying to take off Rey's mask. Then Sin Cara came in with the save giving Rey the chance to do a 619 on Cody. Then, and this was fun, Sin Cara puts a duplicate mask on the Dashing One's head. Nice! Now we're at another break and we all take our headsets off.
"I honestly don't know what the appeal is with you two, but the directors just told me that they're loving your commentary." Michael Cole said with a shrug.
"I dunno. Maybe y'all needed a more feminine touch." I chuckle.
"Anyway, why are you acting so threatened by us? Just chill out." Dee said. I could tell Cole was getting on her nerves, too.
"I'm not threatened. Especially not by a couple of little girls." Cole insisted.
"Then quit acting like a big baby. It's just one night; it ain't gonna kill ya." I say to him. Okay, for someone in their 40's, he was acting like a spoiled brat.
"Hey, we're about to come back from the break." Jerry informed us. I just took a breath and slid my headset back on.
"This is Monday Night Raw and We are live in Memphis!" Cole said.
(A/N: Yeah, I know Raw on Sept. 3, 2012 was in Chicago. I said I was taking some cues from that show to fit this chapter. :p)
After he said that, the pyros went off and Rey's music began. Dee and I were singing along to it and just having fun. Justin Roberts was announcing Rey as he came up to the ring. Along the way he gave his mask to a little kid and they touched foreheads. When he saw another kid with a mask, he did the same thing. It was just amazing how he can connect like that. Next Justin announced Sin Cara and we both watch him run and slide into the ring before standing on the middle rope. He pointed to us and nodded before he did his trademark flip and his pyros went off. I heard The Miz make a comment about flashy entrances not winning championships… he does. I just rolled my eyes. Yeah, we'll see how confident you are when you LOSE said championship, hot shot! Next to come out was this big dude named Tensai. I've seen him on tv and the only thing I can say is I feel really bad for Sakamoto. I mean, come on, dude! Harness your Asian heritage and go ninja on his ass! Something! I know this is a show, but bullies are bullies and I hate them with a passion.
"And here comes the man who has become obsessed with the masks." Michael Cole stated.
"Yeah, I don't get it, though. He had a mask when his nose was broken, right? It's a mask. Get over it!" I said. "Maybe if he quit spending time trying to unmask them, he'd actually win some matches?"
"I don't get the masks. I mean, when you go out you want people to recognize you. You want people to take pictures. Sign autographs. You get free stuff like that." The Miz prattled on.
"That's not what it's about for them." I interrupted. "In Lucha Libre, the mask represents history, heritage and tradition. Really, the mask is their whole identity. It's not about anything superficial like getting free stuff or autographs. But someone like you wouldn't get that."
"Well said." Jerry chimed in. "On both counts." He chuckled. "Whoa! Nice move from Sin Cara!"
"And it looks like we're at a standoff and that takes us to a commercial break!" Michael Cole reported.
Now as we break, the match is still going on and Cody had tagged in this huge Tensai. I remember his last match with Sin Cara and he's looking to get some revenge over his loss. I can imagine someone as big as him losing to someone basically half his size… it's so wicked cool! I love underdogs!
"So how are we doing?" Dee asked the group.
"I think you two are doing a great job. Keep it up." Jerry smiled.
"Just so you know, I was supposed to do that whole mask history." Michael Cole said to me sounding more and more like a little baby.
"Cole, relax. It sounded better coming from her anyway." Jerry smirked.
"And what was that crack about me not knowing anything about 'that'. What's 'that'?" The Miz asked me.
Okay, I'm about to give this guy a verbal SmackDown.
"'That' is integrity. Even though they wear masks, I can still tell they're amazing people on the inside. Your face is open for the whole world to see and right now all I see is a shallow, superficial little prick who thinks just because he's famous, people should fawn all over him. You may be good looking on the outside, but inside is the ugliest person I could ever meet."
I hear the people behind me applaud and pat my shoulders. I guess they agree with me.
"I couldn't have said it any better myself!" Jerry laughed as we were given the signal that we were coming back from commercial.
Now we're back and Cody gets tagged back in my Tensai and he's going to town on Sin Cara. He's kicking him in the corner and when the ref comes in to break it up, Tensai sneaks in with a headbutt and here goes Miz running his mouth.
"Cody puts too much focus on the masks. He could have put Sin Cara away weeks ago, but… I get it, I get it. I've seen him backstage with his mask off and he is ugly. He is hideous. Maybe you could hire him out to Halloween parties, maybe scare the little kids a bit because he is ugly."
"I know you're not bagging on anybody's looks." I said back. "I've seen Rey without a mask and he's really cute. Now I've never seen Sin Cara's face but I'd bet money he's way better looking than you. And you have NO room to talk about ugly when you do that neck thing and poke your lip out like Elvis with a nervous tic. No offense, King."
"None taken." He laughed. He was enjoying me lay into him,
"I mean, what IS that? If you're trying to do the ghetto girl neck roll, honey, you need practice because you are WAY off!"
That shut him up because we look back at the ring and we see Sin Cara flip Cody into the ropes long enough to tag in Rey Mysterio. I hear Miz talk about if Rey had missed a step since losing to him at Summer Slam and he actually gave him props. Maybe there's a glimmer of decency in there… maybe. Rey is attempting a pin and Tensai sticks his nose… or rather his boot into Cody's business breaking up the count. Now he has Rey up for a Power Bomb as the ref counts, but Rey wriggles out of it. He then kicks Tensai's legs so he falls into the ropes. And Dee and I start shouting…
"619! 619!"
"Why don't you two zip it!?" The Miz snapped.
"Why don't you make us!?" I snap back. "We're fans first so… allowed to chant! Suck it up and deal with it!" I can see the Miz's face and he's not happy with the fact that we have carte blanche while we're here. I love it!
I look back and Sin Cara does a missile drop kick from the top knocking Tensai out of the ring. Nice! I dunno, it just seems like the wrestlers are putting a little extra effort into their matches tonight. Cody slams Rey into the mat and tried to get a pin, but Rey got his shoulders up in time. Good. He then goes for a power bomb and Rey counters it with a Hurricanrana sending him… into the ropes. Hehehehehe.
"619! 619!"
And Rey delivers. After a legal tag to Sin Cara, he goes to the top and does this splash and it looked like he missed it, but he got up to get the pin on Cody.
"You gotta be impressed with those two." Cole reported.
"I'll say. If they ever decide to team up and go for the titles, they'd be a force to be reckoned with." Dee added.
"I can see it, you're impressed, Miz." Jerry said.
"I am. I am. I can't deny that."
"Love the in ring celebration. Giving each other props. That is true Lucha Libre." I smile.
"Well the next match up is Brodus Clay, the Funkasaurus taking on Damien Sandow. But right now, we're gonna take a look at Class number two of Daniel Bryan's and Kane's Anger Management. Can't wait to see this." Cole reported.
We see in the TitanTron everyone, well almost everyone, holding hands in a circle. Then Dr. Shelby asks Kane and Daniel to face him and do… the trust fall. Oh, boy. This isn't gonna end well. But to my shock, and everyone else's, Kane catches him. Now the doc wants them to work together to catch Harold and judging by the look on his face, he's not thrilled about it. And rightfully so because NEITHER one catches him. Oddly enough, it brings about a breakthrough. Weird.
"WHAT!? 'I understand you?'"
"Progress."
"Yeah. Let's go with that. Progress." Dee says with a nod as I just shake my head. Now I thought we were gonna go to another break, but they go right into the next match. I hear Cameron and Naomi introduce Brodus Clay and then he returned the favor by introducing them.
(A/N: Yeah, I know Cameron is suspended, but I had this thought out before I knew. So, I'm keeping it. LOL)
"Funk is on a roll… funk is on a roll…." Music… and you know what's gonna happen now!
"Dee, you know what's about to happen and I apologize to the people behind me, but when a jam's on, I gotta dance!"
"Hit it, girl!" Dee cheered.
I take off my headset and I do my own dance. Man, I feel like I'm back in the club with this music. I look over and I see Brodus and the Funkadactyls pointing at me and smiling. When they finish, I can hear some cheering behind me as I sit down.
"Sorry, y'all! But the music was callin' me!" I say.
"I don't think they're complaining." Jerry chuckled. "In fact, there's a new trend. #BabyGotBack is trending worldwide on Twitter! I think the guys back there enjoyed the view."
I look back and, sure enough, most of the fans behind us are guys and they wanted an encore.
"Maybe if you're good." I laugh.
JOHN'S P.O.V.
I'm watching the show on a monitor in the back with some of the other superstars and we were enjoying the show almost as much as the girls were.
"Man, they are really laying into Cole and Miz." Sheamus laughed. "Not like those two don't deserve to get knocked down a peg or six."
"They got spunk. I'll say that for them. Kaitlyn agreed.
"Tell me about it. And Gwen isn't backing down, is she?" AJ smiled.
"I didn't know she could dance like that. Girl got some moves!" R-Truth nodded.
"You should have seen her at the club last week." I smirked. Yeah, I got a front row seat to her dancing… twice. I am slightly jealous of the guys sitting behind her, though. Lucky dogs.
GWEN'S P.O.V.
Okay, I had my fun and now here comes the killjoy. I hear "The Messiah" playing and I'm thinking someone's got a high opinion of himself.
"And, finally someone to interject some intelligence into the show!" Miz said.
"Because, Lord knows you're not doing it." I say back.
"In any rate, Damien Sandow is the intellectual savior of the WWE. He's here to bring the Age of Enlightenment."
"By talking down to people?" I add. "You don't enlighten anyone by telling them they're dumb. He may be intelligent, but he's not very smart. There are consequences when you say the wrong thing to the wrong person. In a normal situation, I can carry on a conversation with him and keep up just fine. But since he wants to be an arrogant snob about it, I choose not to."
"You certainly have a lot of opinions, don't you?" Cole finally asked me.
"Like the old saying goes: opinions are like anuses, everybody's got one!" Dee says with a smirk and the Funkadactyls cheer. "Now, let's continue this discussion later; the match is starting."
Okay, I know I'm neither Cole or the Miz's favorite person right now, but WHO CARES!? I'm having a blast and doing something most people just dream about! As the match goes on, Cameron and Naomi rooting for Brodus while control flip flops between the two. It's getting close to the end of the match and I see Damien slide out and get ready to beat another hasty retreat. Oh, Hell no! not this time.
"Um, excuse me, but I have something I need to discuss with Mr. Sandow." I say. I take off my headset and jump over the desk.
"You can't put your hands on him!" Cole shouts.
"I won't! Chill out!" I yell back. I run to stand in front of Damien and put on the air of an inquisitive young girl with a question. "Um, Mr. Sandow? I have a question and it's been bothering me all night. I was hoping that you, with your infinite wisdom could help me." I have my hands up to stop him and to also prove that I'm not touching him because the cameras were on me the whole time.
"That depends. What do you wish to know?" Damien asked.
"Well, I wanted to get your view on the effects of shows like this and how it relates to the decline of education in our country." Of course it was a load of bull, but I hoped this guy would be gullible enough to have a shovel.
"Why, that is a very intelligent query, young lady. "I'd be happy to offer my insight."
Gotcha. Now to reel this sucker in. I look behind Damien as he prattles on and give Brodus a look for him to get him back in the ring. Brodus smiled, got out of the ring and grabbed the smartass. He threw him back into the ring and quickly performed his splash. 1-2-3! And Brodus wins. I look at the camera and say "I didn't touch him" before winking.
"What in the world!? She can't do that!" Miz snarled.
"Hey, you told her not to touch him and she never laid a finger on the guy." Jerry said in my defense.
"It still shouldn't count." Cole balked.
"But it does so quit crying!" Dee replied. "You go, girl!"
Brodus and the girls were dancing in the ring with some of their Funkateers and I was on my way back to the table when Brodus called me in.
"Get in here, girl!" He said with a smile.
"Not without my BFF!" I smile back.
Brodus nodded and called for Dee to come in as well.
"Come on!"
"Boys, I just got an invite to a party! Excuse me!" Dee laughed as she left the table.
Brodus held the ropes open as we got in and when we did, it was on! Dee and I danced and had just as much fun as anyone else in the ring.
"I don't believe this. Now they're roped in." Cole shook his head.
"They're having fun, Cole." Jerry laughed.
"Well, I wanna thank the Miz for joining us at ringside."
"It was a pleasure, Cole." The Miz smirked.
"And when we return, it'll be the first of our two main events. Sheamus v. C.M. Punk in a Champion v. Champion match."
We're in the middle of another break and Dee and I join the guys back at the table.
"Man, that was fun!" Dee laughed.
"Okay, I officially found something new to put on my iPod!" I smile. "I got myself a new jam!"
"You do realize what you did was ridiculous." Cole glowered.
"Cole, I've seen you dance. You have no room to talk." I say back. "Besides, you didn't have to watch. Oh, and I'm sorry, Jerry. I think Dee and I are stealing your thunder."
"Are you kidding? I'm enjoying it!" He laughed. "Anytime you girls wanna put Cole sore in his place, by all means!"
We come back from the break and we all put our headsets on.
"And we're back in the longest running weekly episodic television show in history! Monday Night Raw and in case you missed it, here's what happened in the previous match between Brodus Clay." Cole said.
"Now we see Mr. Sandow make his exit…"
"You mean turn tail." I interject.
"As I was saying, Mr. Sandow was trying to make his exit when… out of the blue… YOU go over claiming you had a 'question' to ask the savior of the WWE after I told you you couldn't touch or attack any of the Superstars."
"And I didn't. I never laid a finger on him the whole time." I rebutted with a smirk. "It's not my fault he likes to flaunt his cerebral capacity. But it does prove my point, though."
"What point?"
"That just because you're intelligent, doesn't mean you're smart because if he was as smart as he claimed, he would have seen that my 'question' was a ploy. I was trying to stop him and make sure he got his comeuppance."
"Wait… you tricked him!"
"And he fell for it hook, line and sinker." I smirk. "The intellectual savior outsmarted by a member of the so-called 'unwashed masses'. I LOVE irony!"
"I bet you don't even know what comeuppance means!"
"Comeuppance-getting what's coming to you. Yes, I do know." I smirk.
"She told you, Cole." Jerry laughed.
I hear Sheamus' music playing and the Great White walked out to the ring first. Then, we hear Punk's music and, like last time, Dee and I play along with the fact that he's a heel.
"Um… he's still in his street clothes. I guess he missed the memo about his match with Sheamus. I mean, how could he? He was standing right up there when AJ told him he had one." Dee said.
We all listen to C.M. Punk go on about respect… again. Only this time he makes a reference to the fact that it was Labor Day and how most of us were taking the day off of work. And what he says next doesn't sit well with the crowd.
"That's why I'm sure they're all gonna respect the fact that I'm doing the same thing."
Punk threw the mic down and walks out of the ring and presumably out of the arena.
"Punk's punking out!" I say. "Everyone's here to see you wrestle and you leave them high and dry like that? He has no right demanding respect after this."
Sheamus picks the mic up and reminds Punk that what he was doing was disrespecting the WWE Universe because they wanted to see the match. And they did. The boos prove it. They then cut to backstage where AJ tries to convince Punk not to leave.
"Check my contract. I have personal days and this is one of them." Punk told AJ before getting into a black car and driving off. Talk about leaving someone in the lurch. Matt Striker, bless his heart, tries to get an interview with AJ and she apparently doesn't know who he is. At this point, I don't think she even cares, but she says she'd find him an opponent and I believe her.
"Stay strong, girl. Don't let this rattle you." I say.
After the next break, Dee and I hear…
"Alberto del Rio?" We both say. "He's gonna be Sheamus' opponent?"
"Uh, nope. I think he's coming to our table, ladies." Jerry assumed. Unfortunately, he was right.
"Well, he's gonna be facing Sheamus at the Night of Champions in two weeks…" Cole said.
"Again." I add. "I mean, how many do overs does one person need? Kids playing hopscotch don't ask for as many as he does."
The next thing I hear is music and I'm not familiar with it. I am familiar with who comes out to it.
"Oh, come on." I say.
"Well, looks like Jack Swagger is gonna be Sheamus' opponent." Cole reported. "It's nice to have you here, Mr. del Rio."
"It's good to be here, Michael."
"Ladies, I assume you know about Alberto del Rio?" Cole asked us. Dee and I just look at each other and we both say in a deadpan voice:
"We've met."
"Yes, we have." Alberto said. Needless to say this was gonna be a very… interesting match.
"In any rate, Sheamus is in a predicament. He's gonna need eyes in the back of his head with you here and with Swagger in the ring." Cole pointed out. "Most likely he volunteered for this match to stop a losing streak that's going on 9 months."
The match goes on with the usual banter and after a few minutes. Swagger comes over to us. I guess he hasn't forgotten our last encounter.
"Yeah, did you learn how to use pronouns yet? If not, you don't need to be talking to us. Go on about your business!" I shout at him. He's so distracted with me, it gives Sheamus a chance to capitalize. The World Champ breaks out a submission move nobody's seen before. And, thanks to it, he gains the win much to the chagrin of Alberto and Ricardo.
"Nice! He's got more to his arsenal!" I say.
Now, as Swagger leaves, I see Ricardo go to one side of the ring while Sheamus and Alberto exchange words over here. Del Rio then runs to the ring and catches Sheamus off guard. The champ gains control but Ricardo comes in and tries to pull the Irishman off his boss. DUMB MOVE! Sheamus just throws him into the turnbuckle and then delivers the White Noise to del Rio. He then looks to the crowd… and it's a look we all know well. We know what's coming! BROGUE KICK! He sets it up and goes in but Ricardo pushes Alberto out of the way taking the full brunt of the kick. I see Alberto's face and he looks genuinely concerned for his personal ring announcer. Maybe he does have some decency in there. During the break, medics manage to revive the guy and cart him out on a gurney to get more medical attention. Now we get to the Divas match and Eve comes out first. So, that's her name. She's the same one who gave me that mean look at the gym a while back. And when she gets to the ring, she sneers at me.
"Whoa! What did you do to her?" Cole asked.
"Who you asking? I never even talked to her." I say truthfully. Anyway, after she and I exchange looks, Kaitlyn's music hits and she comes out. They show how she beat Eve at that battle royal two weeks ago and it was beautiful!
"Now, we're being joined by the Divas Champion, the lovely Layla." Cole announced. "Glad you could join us."
"Thanks, Michael, Jerry. And hey, you two!"
"Hey, Layla." We smile.
"How are you enjoying yourselves?"
"It's so frickin' awesome!" Dee grinned.
"Total blast!" I add. "Good luck in your match at Night of Champions."
"I'm glad you're having a good time and thanks."
The match progresses and Eve wins. But, here's the weird thing. She sees to Kaitlyn and shakes her hand but after that, she comes to the announce table and shakes Layla's hand. I don't blame Layla for being apprehensive. When Eve goes back to the ramp, I have my own comment.
"They smiling in your face. All the time, they wanna take your place. The backstabbers…"
"Backstabbers." Dee and I sing.
"Watch her. I don't trust her as far as I can throw her." Dee said.
(A/N: I know there is more, but I'm just gonna skip to the Kane/Daniel hug fiasco, the slap with AJ and Vicki and of course the last match with John and Alberto. :) Lots of stuff and I don't wanna make this chapter too long.)
After a promo with AJ and Jack Swagger, we go to the last part of Kane and Daniel Bryan's Anger management class. I won't go into much detail, but everyone left when they started having words… smart move. Even the Doc left angry. Now Cole is letting everyone know that it was gonna be up to the WWE universe to decide what Kane and Daniel should do. The choices were fight each other, fight together in a tag team or… and this is a laugh… "hug it out". Time passes and more matches take place and it's time for both guys to enter the ring and find out what they have to do. Dee used the tablet to go on her Twitter account to vote. Personally, I'm curious to see what she and everyone else chose. The moment of truth came and… HUG IT OUT!? Oh, this won't end well! After two failed attempts, they actually hug… and shake hands. That's a shock. But when they kinda give each other slaps on the arm… that's when it went downhill.
"Oh, snap! They should have quit while they're ahead." I say. The Big Red machine goes off and lays into Daniel and is about to decapitate the guy with a folding chair, but the refs stop him. Daniel uses this chance to hit Kane over the head with it and he wisely bails.
"Okay, did anyone NOT see that coming!?" Dee asks the group.
"Stevie Wonder could have seen that coming." Jerry laughed.
"Yeah, this is why sometimes, the best way to deal with anger is to beat the living crap outta something! You have to let it out! Tekken, Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter… I use them to vent my frustrations."
We 're about to go to another break when Vicki comes screeching in and uses the folding chair to launch a sit-in. Last week AJ beat the snot out of her and now she demands an apology. AJ's music hits and she comes out, but the look on her face isn't so cheery. Plus, she's not skipping to the ring. RED FLAG! She tells us that the Board of Directors informed her that she's not to put her hands on any superstar or manager ever again and, on top of that, she has to apologize to Vicki. Ugh! Man, I feel bad for her. So after she apologizes to the harpy, Vicki keeps goading her until she gets an apology "that means something". Bitch, she just did. Let it go! AJ does and then Vicki slaps her across the face not once, but twice! Now she has the audacity to skip up the ramp leaving AJ to have a fit in the ring. I don't blame her.
"Just stay strong. You're still the GM. Fire her!" I shout. What? She still has that power. I feel so bad for her. I mean, Okay so Vicki got her revenge with the slap. I get that. But she should have only gotten one!
"Ladies and Gentlemen, coming up next is the main event between John Cena and Alberto del Rio in a Falls Count Anywhere match Live on Monday Night Raw."
"Oh, yeah! I've been waiting for this one!" I smile.
"Hmm, I wonder why." Dee chuckled.
We go to break and pull off our headsets.
"Okay, I feel bad for AJ but I don't envy her. If I had the choice between fighting as a wrestler or being a GM knowing I can't touch anyone… WRESTLER!" I say.
"I'd choose the same. Firing doesn't have the same satisfaction as pounding the snot out of someone." Dee agreed.
"We need more women like you in the world." Jerry smiled.
"Women like us don't come along often. Dee's snapped up; her man's at home watching as we speak and me… well, I'm still looking."
We get the cue that we're coming off break and put our headsets back on. Cole talks about the matches at Night of Champions with John Cena going against C.M. Punk for the WWE title and Alberto del Rio going after Sheamus' World title… again.
"Honestly. He should change his name to Alberto Do Over." I say in annoyance.
I hear Jerry and Dee laugh. Cole is shaking his head but that doesn't matter as some very familiar music hits the air. I hear those first eight notes and I go nuts!
"Yeah, been waiting for this!" I shout.
I smile as John comes out and I can't hear what he's saying to the camera. I guess I will when I watch on YouTube.
JOHN'S P.O.V.
Now, it's my turn to go out and, as usual, there's a mix of cheers and boos, but this time there are more cheers. I look to the camera and talk to the WWE Universe at home.
"I feel great! I'm here in Memphis and I'm alive! And it's all thanks to you, Gwen!" I wink at the camera before I give my salute and run to the ring. The ring guy announces me as I bounce off the ropes a few times and throw my hat to the crowd. I then go over to the side where the announce table is and I blow Gwen a kiss. I see her looking down and I know she's smiling… and maybe blushing. I don't think I'll ever get tired of that.
GWEN'S P.O.V.
I'm sitting here and John blows me a kiss. Oh, my God! I just look down, but I can't help but smile. Damn it; those dimples get me every time.
"Whoa, is there something going on between you and him?" Cole asked. NOW he's interested.
"Yeah, he just blew you a kiss." Jerry chuckled.
"It's probably just to thank me for saving him." I'm blushing like 80 going West but it was sweet.
"Girl, don't front! He's so flirting with you!" Dee teases. "Oh, man! Check it out, girl! You're trending again! This time it's #Cena'sHero!"
"Get out!" I say with excitement. Sure enough, I'm a trend! Who knew? Next, Alberto comes out walking down the aisle. Too bad, because I had the chant "It's a rental" all ready! The match gets underway and they are already going "Let's Go, Cena!/Cena Sucks!"
"Lemme tell you. Nobody evokes more emotion out of a crowd like John Cena." Cole referenced.
I see Alberto go to the top turnbuckle and when he jumped, John catches him with a dropkick. Nice move!
(A/N: We all know how this match ended on Raw this past Monday, but I'm changing it. Why? Cause I can! LOL)
The fight spills out of the ring and around to us. Alberto tries to throw John into the ring steps, but it gets countered but del Rio gracefully hops over the steps only to get Ungracefully knocked down by a clothesline. John goes for the pin but Alberto kicks out.
"Excuse me, ladies." John says to us.
We all get up and move back because this is the part of the show where the announce table is abused. John rips the top cover off. He pulls out all the monitors and microphones and after he does, Del Rio used the corner of the desk to launch himself up to kick John in the back of the head. Okay, I can't stand the guy, but that was a good move. He then points at me and Dee saying that he was gonna take out our hero. He goes in for the pin but there's a kickout by John. The look on Alberto's face is like "What do I have to do to put this guy away!?" Meanwhile, Dee and I are cheering for John to get up. He does and goes for the, I think, third F.U.
"He's going for another F.U!" I said.
"It's called the Attitude Adjustment." Cole corrected.
"No, YOU call it the Attitude Adjustment. To me, it is, was and always WILL be the F.U."
As I say this, Alberto rams John into the ring post and we both scream. Del Rio grabs a folding chair and sets up to hit John with it. Luckily, he dodges out of the way and I think Alberto hurt his hand in the process. Good! Leave John alone, you jackass! After throwing the pompous right guy over the barrier, John moves the ring steps to the table. He pulls Del Rio back and hoists him over his shoulder. He brings him to the steps and tries for another F.U. but he weasels out of it. He grabs Cena and throws him back for a suplex, but they both get the raw end of that deal. Del Rio tries for a pin, but no go! John kicks out again. Over time, the match goes backstage and John FINALLY lands his F.U. The ref goes over and…
"1-2-3!" He gets the win! But his victory would be short lived because guess who comes back!
"What the-" We all say and we see C.M. Punk hit the GTS on John. Now he's laid out as Punk goes back into the same car he got in earlier. But here's the kicker… Paul Heyman's driving!? And that's how the show ends this week.
-After RAW-
Me and Dee are in the locker room area with some of the superstars and in walks John with an ice pack.
"Are you okay?" I ask. Okay, I know it's scripted, but you can still get hurt doing this.
"I'm fine. After last week, a GTS feels pretty damn good." John chuckles.
"Don't even joke." I smile. "Oh, and way to embarrass me on national tv." I laugh.
"What? It seemed like the right thing to do." John smirked.
"Someone has a crush!" The divas sing. Dee is NOT helping things by singing along.
"Okay, change of subject please?" I laugh. "Be honest. How did we do at the table tonight?"
"I never laughed so hard in my life!" Sheamus grinned.
"Same here. I love how you put Cole and the Miz in their places." Kaitlyn smiled.
"That was fun." I smirk. "Tough luck on your match, though."
"Ah, it's cool. Not the first time I lost. Won't be the last." She nodded.
"I liked seeing you dance finally!" R-Truth said. "John said you had some moves and he didn't lie."
"I do alright." I smirk.
"We had to keep a straight face with you, Punk. You make a convincing bad guy." Dee nodded.
"Well, thank you!" And he did his best impression of an evil laugh… which wasn't that great because he coughed in the middle. "Man, how do those guys do it?"
"But, really. This is the best night of our lives. I'm just sorry it has to end because I have to be back home by tomorrow morning." I say sadly. Most of them were upset about it, too. Nobody more than John.
JOHN'S P.O.V.
I hate the fact that Gwen and Dee are leaving tonight. I'd give a year's salary to have her with me for one more day.
"I wish you didn't have to go back." I say.
"I wish we didn't, either." She tells me. "But we have to. Unfortunately, I have work in the morning."
We just stand there looking at each other not really knowing what to say yet. Then I hear everyone doing violin impressions like off a soap opera and laughing.
"Shut up!" I laugh. "I guess I can take you both back on my bus."
"You sure you don't mind?" Gwen asks.
"Of course not. Now, if you left without saying goodbye to the guys here, there might be some problems." I smirk.
"So for the next half hour, the girls say their goodbyes to their new friends and Alicia Fox walks up with a box for each of the girls.
"Hey, before you go, the Divas and I got you both something. Kind of like a parting gift."
Dee opens her box first and she goes bonkers.
"Oh, SNAP! It's those red stilettos I had my eyes on! Thank you so much!" And I see Dee hugging each Diva there. Then Gwen opens her box.
"Shut up!"
It was a pair of White Converse All-Stars signed by all of the superstars they made friends with. Of course my signature was the biggest.
"This is so wicked! Thanks guys!" She smiled. She hugged everyone there saving my hug for last. And it was time. I dreaded this moment from the second Raw began tonight. The girls and I walk to my bus with Randy close behind. He'd gotten Thunder from his bus since Sam and Alanna were watching him for the night.
"Alanna's gonna be crying for a dog now." Randy said as he handed Gwen her little dog. "Maybe when she's a little older. Like… eight."
"Thunder's a hard dog to forget." Gwen chuckled. She and Dee hugged Randy before getting on the bus. "Tell Sam and Alanna bye for us."
"Will do!"
"See you at the next stop, man!" I say to my best friend.
Randy just nodded and walked back to his own bus. The girls quickly get settled in and got ready for bed. I did the same thing and I go into Gwen's room. NOT WHAT YOU'RE THINKING! Man, you guys are animals!
"Hey, I just wanted to say you did amazing out there tonight."
"Thanks. I was a bit nervous, though."
"You didn't show it." I say. "Lemme tell ya, everyone was cracking up in the back. You and Dee were awesome."
"It was a once-in-a-lifetime chance and I loved it. Thanks for doing that for me."
"I'd do anything for you." I say. Then I realize what I said and correct myself. "I mean, I was happy to do it."
"Well it was really sweet." She smiled. "I think I'm gonna get some rest."
"Uh, me too. The driver will let us know when we get to Greenville. Did you give him directions to your place?"
"Yup."
"Okay, then. Um… good night. And Good night, Thunder."
Little Thunder barks at me cutely and curls up in the little bed Sam gave him when he stayed with her and Alanna. Gwen climbed into her bed and gave me a small wave. I go back to my room and get into bed. I am not looking forward to tomorrow morning. Mainly because… I have to say goodbye to the greatest girl I've ever met.
-The next morning-
It's 6 a.m. and we arrive in Greenville and we're still a ways off from Gwen's place. I go to wake Gwen up and… she's already up; showered and everything. The hell?
"What are you doing up so early?"
"I've been up since 5."
"What!?"
"Long story." She chuckled. "Anyway, how close are we to my place?"
"I'd say about a half hour. What time do you have to be at work?"
"8."
"So what do you say to breakfast?"
"I say, I'm totally in." And here comes Dee. She's dressed, but she's totally in need of some coffee. "Caffeine… NOW!"
"You… don't do mornings? Do you?" I laugh.
"What was your first clue, Sherlock?" Dee said with a slight growl.
"We can stop by an IHOP." I suggest.
"We don't have one." Dee says back. "We do have a Huddle House, though."
"Their food is da bomb!" Gwen smiled.
"Okay, Huddle House it is!" I smiled. I didn't care. As long as I got more time with Gwen. After we have breakfast at Huddle House, and the place is good, we drive on to Gwen's apartment I help the girls with their luggage and Thunder barks sadly.
"I know, little man. I'm gonna miss you, too." I pick up the little guy and he licks my face. "You take care of your mom for me, okay?" Thunder barks and wags his tail.
"We'll never forget this week. Ever!" Dee smiled. "Or you."
Dee and I hugged and once we were finished, I look at Gwen.
"I guess this is goodbye." She said.
"I guess it is." I say sadly. "I can never thank you enough for saving my life."
"Well, I got to meet you. This really was the week of a lifetime for us. For me especially."
"I'm just glad I can make it happen. But, just so you don't forget me…" I get out a sheet of paper. I wrote this down last night before I went to bed. "Here's my phone number, my email and my Twitter account. Which reminds me. Didn't you see my message on Twitter?"
"She doesn't go on Twitter. She doesn't even have an account." Dee interrupts.
"So… you wouldn't have seen it anyway." I said.
"But Dee has one and… she wouldn't have known who you were talking about because you never knew my name and I never told her about it till the meet and greet. Man, fate just intervened at the right time because we're DUMB!" Gwen chuckled.
"I know, right!?" We both laugh. It's getting close to her time to go in to work so I just swallow. "So, do I get one last hug?"
"Of course."
I smile and hold my arms out. Gwen walks in and I just hug her like she'd vanish if I let go. She felt so warm and our bodies fit together so well; I just want to memorize how she feels. I take a moment to smell her perfume. Man, she smells so good.
"Um, John? As much as I love being in your arms, I have work in about 15 minutes." Gwen said in a muffle voice.
"Oh!" I say. I reluctantly let her go and chuckle. "Don't forget to call me. Or text me… or Tweet… just don't be strangers okay?" I laugh.
"We won't." Dee smiled.
I smile and I board my bus. I go to my window and I wave to both girls, but I basically wave to Gwen. I gave them a sad smile as they wave back. I'm gonna miss her like crazy, but this has been the best week of my life.
-Later that day-
GWEN'S P.O.V.
I'm making my way inside M.K. Banks Studio and instead of going to my first class, I run into my boss and he doesn't look happy. Does he ever? Really?
"Gwen! Where have you been!? Mr. Hardmon grumbled.
"On vacation. Why?"
"You didn't come in yesterday!"
"Yesterday was Labor Day! Nobody was working!" I say in my defense.
"I was trying to call you to come back because, due to our popularity, I had opened the place to take in new students today. You never answered your phone."
I look at my phone and… it was turned off. I don't remember turning it off. When I turned it on, there were the messages. Oops.
"I'm sorry, Mr-"
"Save it. I can't have an employee who can't have the decency to keep her phone on when I need her. You can clean out your locker. You're fired!"
"What!? You can't do this, Mr. Hardmon! I need this job!"
"You should have thought of that before you decided to turn your phone. You can pick up your severance pay tomorrow morning."
With that, he turned and left me in the hallway a broken woman. Now I didn't have a job! Great! I did clean out my locker and I make my way back home. Once there, I call Dee and told her what happened. Five minutes later…
"WHERE'S THE SON OF A BITCH AT!?" She shouts. "He had no right to fire you!"
"Well, he did. Now, I don't have a job and pretty soon I won't have a home because I won't be able to pay the bills. You know how hard it was to land that job? I'll never find another one!" I was growing increasingly upset to the point where I'm barely able to talk. I go to my room and slam the door before throwing myself on my bed and crying. I knew I shouldn't have let John talk me into staying an extra day. Damn, those dimples!
DEE-LO'S P.O.V.
Man, my girls in her room crying and because of her asshole boss! OOOH! Man, I'd love to shove my size 7's up his ass! Anyway, she left her purse and I know I'm probably gonna be in trouble for this, but she's my BFF. She needs my help. I grab that piece of paper John gave her and dial his number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, John. It's Dee."
"Hey, girl! Didn't expect to hear from you so soon. What's up?"
I tell him about how Gwen's boss fired her for some bogus stuff about Labor Day and John isn't pleased.
"He WHAT!?" He yelled. "That's bullshit! That wasn't her fault. If anything, it's mine. I convinced her to stay the extra day."
"John, don't. You had no idea."
"Doesn't matter. It was basically my fault she lost her job. I have to make this right." He said. I can tell he's feeling guilty.
"But what can you do? She's in her room crying right now. She's afraid of being evicted. She tried working at the doctor's office where I work, but she was VERY unhappy there. I can't ask her to go back to something she hates."
"I'll think of something. Just keep me posted and I'll let you know if I have an idea."
"Okay. Whatever you think of, I hope it helps. I hate seeing her so down after such an amazing week."
"And knowing I'm the cause of it makes it worse."
"John…"
"It's true. I got her into this. I'm gonna help her out. It's the least I can do."
"Well, good luck, John. I'll call you later."
"Thanks. And thanks for being there for her all these years. You're a great friend."
"She makes it easy." I smile. "Bye." I hang up with John and I hope he has a trick up his sleeve because I don't want to see Gwen sad anymore. Please… she deserves to be happy.
END OF CHAPTER 7
Oh, snap! Her boss is such an asshole! Firing her after she comes off an incredible wee like that? And just what is John gonna do to help her? If you wanna find out, leave me some love and pass it on! Faster reviews equal faster updates. Oh, and the dancing lessons will come soon so please be patient. I know John needs them, but they'll come. So, until next time… PEACE!