Disclaimer: I only own Elizabeth. WWE is owned by Vince McMahon.
A/n: There are a few flashbacks in this chap and they are in italics.
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Chapter Nine:
Raw
"Of all the time I've spent here. In this same desk that they fly city to city. I never thought I'd miss it." Elizabeth muttered as she threw her stuff into a cardboard box.
"Then don't leave."
"Come on, Lil. I have to. Jeff still hasn't answered me. Which obviously means it's a no. No, he doesn't want me to stay here for him."
"Then do it for you. You love Raw."
"Yes, but I need an education and NYU is calling."
"Well, you better stay in contact with me."
"I will and every time you're in the city, it's me and you doing something crazy and wicked fun."
"Like going to the spa?" Lilian asked hopefully.
"Ugh. No, you can go to the spa, and I'll…not go to the spa. Not my scene."
"Yeah, but its wicked relaxing."
"Yeah, having people touch me is so wicked fun."
"You like it when Jeff touches you." Lilian teased.
"You're right, I do. But, still. He won't be touching me anymore. And why you ask? Oh yeah, because he hates me."
"He doesn't hate you. How many times must I say this?"
"Until I get it, which I wont so…don't waste, your breath."
Lilian rolled her eyes at the eighteen year old.
"It's going to suck without you here."
"Yeah, well. Life sucks." Elizabeth picked up the picture frame of her holding Aurora and then stared at her smiling face. Aurora Rose was so pretty and Elizabeth had began to love her like a niece already. Elizabeth placed the picture in her box.
"Lilian, we need you on stage. Heat is about to start." A stage head knocked on the door.
"I'll see you after the show." Lilian spoke as she walked to Elizabeth and hugged her.
"Bye chica."
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"Stay." A hand was placed on Elizabeth's desk as she was tapping away on her laptop.
"John, I'm not staying." She already knew it was John because of his voice. She didn't look up from her laptop.
"I want you to."
"So? John, you can't have everything you want."
"You'd stay if Jeff tells you. Why not me?"
"Because…" Elizabeth looked up and frowned at John. "I … I… I… love him."
John was silent. "Yeah, well. It's going to suck when you're gone. I don't know who will be GM."
"Steph and Shane will run the company. I'll be out the way, so everyone wins. No more of my bitching and irritableness."
John shook his head and turned to leave.
"John?"
"Yeah, Z?"
"I'll miss you."
John smiled. "Same here, shorty."
Elizabeth smiled. Usually she would tell him not to call her shorty, but she said nothing.
"Yo," a voice called from behind Elizabeth. She groaned, not again, she turned. "You're not thinking about going in there are you?"
"So what if I am?"
"I'd say you are a perverted freak."
Elizabeth laughed. "I am not going in there."
"Good, Shorty."
"Hey, don't call me Shorty."
"My bad, you prefer Z, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, don't expect anyone to call you that."
"And, why not?"
"You're the boss lady. You're either Miss. McMahon or Elizabeth. Never Z."
"Well, that sucks."
"I know."
"You know who I am…who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor of Thuganomics," he then patted the title that was on his shoulder. "WWE Champ, John Cena." He held out his hand.
"Interesting. I'm…you already know who I am." She put her hand to his, he than kissed her hand. "Wow, you are so charming and so not my type." She took her hand away from his.
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"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be champion." Ken said as he sat on the leather couch.
"Uh, yea you would've. It's not like I went out there and fought the match. You're WWE Champion for a reason."
"Yeah, but for how long? I have Triple H gunning for my title."
"It's scripted. Remember? I think the writer's need someone like you to be champ for awhile."
"Yeah. Well, you know. If you need anything, I'm here for you."
"Thanks. And just like Nation wide. I'm on your side." Elizabeth giggled sadly.
The locker room door opened. John and Elizabeth both looked to see Ken Kennedy.
"Cena, didn't know you talked to pretty ladies."
Elizabeth blushed. John looked at her than to Kennedy.
"Kennedy, didn't know you thought ladies were pretty." John remarked.
Elizabeth giggled. "Guys, calm down. Kennedy, thanks saying I'm pretty. But flattery doesn't work. You know, Kennedy. You should feel so lucky right now."
"And why is that?"
"Not just you, you too, Cena." John looked at Elizabeth in confusion. "You both have the honor of being in the first match that I'd ever make in my GM career. The WWE Champion John Cena vs. Kennedy!"
"That's MRRRRRR. Kennnnnnnnnnnnedddddddy. Ken-ne-dy!"
"Good for you." She patted his shoulder. "By the way, boys. That match is next. Go get ready." She laughed as she walked away.
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"I'm going to tell her." Jeff said as he chatted on the phone. "Tonight when everyone's around the ring to say goodbye to Elizabeth. I will get into that ring and I will tell her how I feel. I just hope it's not too late."
"I'm glad you've found someone Jeff. Elizabeth seems like something really special."
"She is, Matt. I know it."
"That's good. I got to go, but I hope everything works out in the end."
"It will. I'm sure of it." Jeff hung up his cell phone and smiled proudly as he laid on the locker room couch. Tonight, Elizabeth would be his. She wouldn't leave, she would be in his arms. Yet, he couldn't help but to have this bad feeling about it. A really bad feeling.
She felt something shadowing above her, she looked up when someone sat down. She took off her ear phones and turned off her iPod.
"Elizabeth, right?"
She nodded. "Yeah…Elizabeth."
"I'm, Jeff."
"Cool…so, what do you want?"
Jeff chuckled. "Well, I wanted to meet you."
"You wanted…to meet me? And why is that?"
"People say you're a bitch…"
"That's what the say, don't believe the hype."
"I don't." he stood. "That's why I came to find out for myself."
"And….what's your verdict? Am I a bitch?"
He looked Elizabeth up and down. "No, just someone who's willing to fight for what she wants."
"Interesting…and, do you know what I want?"
"To be loved." He than turned and walked away.
Elizabeth smiled and watched him walk away.
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Elizabeth stood by the gorilla waiting for her chance to come out. The superstars were already around the ring and Linda was in the ring speaking. Stephanie and Shane were both there with her.
"I'm so scared. Do I look okay?"
"You look fine."
"Coming from you," Elizabeth looked Stephanie up and down. "Barbie, I'll take it."
Stephanie laughed as a memory filled her thoughts.
"In 5minutes, the superstars are making there way out to the ring now. Stephanie and I will be out there and introduce you."
"It's clear now, Shane…all of the superstar's are out there." Replied Stephanie coming into the room. She froze when she saw Elizabeth.
"Remind me to never let you go shopping by yourself again. What the hell are you wearing?"
"Clothes."
"They look like they came out of a bad vampire movie."
"You look like you came out of a Barbie box." Elizabeth giggled. "You even have the boobs."
Stephanie turned in a huff and walked out the door.
"Come on." Shane replied, Elizabeth rolled her eyes and followed him.
As they made there was to the gorilla. Stephanie turned and looked Elizabeth up and down in disgust.
"Like what you see?" Elizabeth smiled sweetly.
"Do you want me to answer that?"
"Only if I can throw up from the sound of your voice."
Stephanie was silent.
"Aww, sounded like a fair deal to me." Elizabeth looked down at her black pained nails.
Stephanie's music began to play and she walked out with Shane by her side.
Stephanie didn't want to admit it, but she would miss her younger sister. Even if things didn't turn out right at the beginning.
"It's our cue." Shane told his sisters.
Elizabeth and Stephanie walked in front of him while his music played. He looked at Elizabeth sadly.
"What happened here?" Stephanie demanded.
"He poured coffee on me!" Elizabeth yelled.
"What?" Shane asked. He looked at Santino. "Did you pour coffee on my little sister?"
Elizabeth's eyes widened at what Shane said…little sister…wow. That was a bit too much, yet he said it with ease. Did he really feel that way?
"Yes, I did. But, she insulated my Maria!"
"Your Maria?" Stephanie spat. "Please, Santino, she is a woman not an object!" Stephanie glared at him before taking her hand and smacking him dead in the face. Her famous slap that she was so famous for. "You're fired!"
Elizabeth was surprised with the power in Stephanie's voice. Stephanie turned to Elizabeth. "I got some clothes you can borrow. Let's go." Stephanie grabbed her little sister's arm.
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The McMahon children walked down to the ring. The ring that was surrounded by so many Raw superstars.
Linda handed Stephanie, Shane and Elizabeth a microphone.
"Everyone, as you all are aware this is Elizabeth's last night here in the WWE." Linda spoke. Elizabeth's eyes connected with Jeff's.
She gave him a small smile, just to see what he'd do. He nodded to her before grinning. Elizabeth grinned back, she blocked out everything that was said as she and Jeff stood staring at each other, both with grins on their face.
"Z! Z! Elizabeth!" Stephanie yelled. Elizabeth blushed and turned to Stephanie, Shane and Linda who looked like they had been trying to get her attention for awhile.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to say something?"
"Oh, um. Yeah." Elizabeth was still blushing.
"Aww, look. Little sis is blushing." Stephanie pointed out laughing. Stephanie didn't care that the world was seeing a softer side of her, which was very rare.
Elizabeth didn't deny the claim. "I would to say that this experience has changed me. It may have only been for two months but I fe---." Before Elizabeth could finish someone interrupted her.
A theme song blasted thru the arena. A theme song that nobody thought they would ever hear again. And then, the man who was thought to be dead walked out.
"Oh my God!" Shane yelled. Everyone was silent, the whole arena.
Vince McMahon walked down the ramp with his familiar walk. Soon as he got into the ring Stephanie ran into his arms, and she hugged her father, crying.
Elizabeth however stood their confused, pissed but confused.
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A/n: Yes, Vince is alive. Wonder who knew he was alive -Cough- Linda -Cough-. Much is explained in the next chapter.
