Chapter Eight - Orton's New Manager
"Glad we had this talk," he replied. "I'll see you next week." She nodded, and he let himself out. She stood alone in the empty locker room, wondering what next week would have in store.
Things were better this week, John Cena had to admit. Not only did she cheer for him, but she actually had a Hustle, Loyalty, Respect minidress made to match him. And those heels...he had to focus. He had just defeated Carlito, and focusing on how hot Mira looked was probably not a great thing to be doing at that time. Especially after he had been informed Randy Orton was the new number one contender for his championship. That man was capable of anything and he needed to watch his back now more than ever. It didn't help he still didn't trust Mira all that much; not after WrestleMania, he didn't.
"Let me show you what love is, let me show you how to move your body..."
Mira's face instantly marred into an ugly scowl. Out strolled Candice Michelle in the little white number that she wore on the cover of her Playboy magazine. She had that stupid wand in her hand that made Mira want to beat her about the head, neck, chest and face area with it. Not that she didn't want to do that when Candice didn't have the wand, either, but that was a different story. She was already armed with a microphone and she climbed into the ring to stand face to face with Mira. Cena was staring at Mira, who was seething to no end.
"Sorry to interrupt your victory, Cena," she replied seductively before turning her hard brown eyes to Mira, "but a real Diva has something to say.
"Since you balked at Randy Orton's offer to become his manager last week, I would like to take this time to announce to the world that I have stepped in to be Randy Orton's manager."
Mira gave Cena a tap on the chest. "Grab me a mic," she replied. "Diva thing." He was floored though. She had never mentioned anything about Orton approaching her. "Cena." He nodded and went.
"And I vow that I do everything that I can for my client," Candice added, her tone filled with innuendo. "Is that how it works for you?" The crowd was actually booing Candice. No matter how much they hated Mira, they hated Candice more. At least that made Mira feel better.
Mira put the microphone to her lips, hoping the fans didn't notice the flinch that she had made when Candice made that comment. "Wow, you're Orton's new manager," she replied. Candice nodded. "I hope you don't mind. I love to know the details, so mind if I ask our number one blockbuster Diva a question or two?" Candice nodded and that's when Mira brought out the big guns.
"I gotta know, honey, how does it feel to be second choice? Or is that something you're used to?"
Cena couldn't suppress a laugh. She smiled when she heard his melodic laughter fill her ears. Candice went to strike her, but she caught her hand in mid air and leveled Candice with a slap of her own. With Candice on the ground, rubbing her throbbing face, Mira leaned down to get on her level.
"Let's get one thing straight, bitch - I am a two-time Women's Champion. You mess with me, and I will end your career like that." She snapped her fingers. "Now get to steppin'." "The Time Is Now" began to play and Candice rolled out of the ring, making her way up to the ring, vowing revenge.
"How come you never told me?"
"Told you about what?"
"Orton's offer?"
"Oh. That. Didn't seem important."
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"Looking out for me."
"Told you I would, didn't I?"
They were standing outside of Mira's locker room. There was this awkward feeling in the air between them. "Mira, I..."
"I gotta roll. Early flight. See you next week?"
He nodded, defeated. "Yeah." She disappeared.
She drove along the Connecticut roads, head rested on her hand. She was tired, but she had the window rolled down so that the cold, whipping air would keep her awake.
She was going to crack. She could feel it. Tonight, when Cena was standing so closely to her, she felt her resolve starting to weaken. She was in love, and she was afraid of that. She turned on the radio to hear the soothing melody of Celine Dion's "I Love You" fill the car. She changed it around until she got to the song "Mesmerised" by Ja Rule. She decided to give it one more time, and got "Are You That Somebody?" by Aaliyah. She shut off the radio, lamenting at its cryptic choice of songs. She hadn't felt this way with Randy, or with Brock, but Cena...it was like, wow.
She pulled to a stop at the stoplight across from McDonald's. It was midnight and the roads were empty. Except for a car that was peeling out of McDonald's at an alarming pace...
John Cena sat on the balcony of his hotel room, sipping a coffee that tasted like motor oil. With a slight grimace, he poured it over the balcony, thankful that everybody downstairs had since gone to bed.
He could hear the sirens approaching in the distance. He heard the sound of tires squealing and a loud smash earlier, and it sounded like a pretty nasty pile-up. Figuring that was going to be the only excitement for the night, he disappeared into his hotel room, shutting out the light behind him.
Things are going to pick up between Orton, Candice, Cena and Mira. Keep on reading.
