A/N OK, for all those out there enjoying this story, do you want your ideas to be inserted? Send me a message or put it in your review if you've got an idea! Whom ever has the best idea in my eyes could see it put to life in a chapter! Oh and by the way, I realized like yesterday that I posted this story just before Evan got moved to RAW. Now, as much as I would love him being on RAW in the story, I'm, for once, saying screw chronological order and keeping him on ECW for now. Oh, and for reference, I use for when Cat gets a little pissy.
Chapter Nine—Downhill Ride
It was late afternoon on Tuesday and, having already taken good care of her tigers, Catalyn was getting ready for the evening. She had been given a backstage pass by her uncle earlier that day and boy was she excited! That's how it always happened. Finlay would give his favorite niece a backstage pass whenever they were in the same place so she could enjoy the show like a true fan. Currently, Catalyn had her entire wardrobe laid out on her queen sized bed, looking over her clothes.
She grumbled, "Le's narrow it down. I know I don't want ta wear me skirt so…" She removed her skirts from the bed. She looked at her tops, "And these uns I only wear wit' me skirts." She grabbed a few shirts and tossed them aside. Now all that was on her bed were jeans, shorts, and an assortment of tops. She looked over her baggier shirts, "Well, those jist won't do. I cin't be goin' there lookin' a mess." She removed her baggy clothes. Now she had it really narrowed down to four pairs of shorts, three jeans, and seven tops. Well…That's narrowed down enough for Catalyn. She continued to look over the clothes and shook her head, removing a few shirts that were rather slutty, "Now those won' do. I cin't look like a feckin' trollop 'round so many men." She then looked at her shorts and removed them all, "Booty shorts are a no go." She looked at what was left. Her jeans and three tops. She grabbed her favorite pair of jeans and a fitted white tank top. Then, on her knees, she rummaged through her shoes until she found a cute pair of short white heels she hadn't worn in ages.
Catalyn hopped up happily. She had a great outfit that was simple, but good enough to show off a little in. She set everything in a chair and took a quick shower, trying her hardest not to get her hair wet. Stepping out of the shower she pulled on her under garments and a thin robe. She grimaced as she looked at her hair in the mirror. It was just as wild and unruly as ever with no hope of being tamed. She sighed and looked through her hair supplies. Catalyn probably had enough hair products to stock a shelf at Wal-Mart. After brushing her hair she grabbed a bottle of what was called Super Skinny. Squirting some of it in her hand she ran it through her fiery locks. The product had a neat effect. It tamed naturally wild hair and once it dried your hair could be much more easily managed. Catalyn worked it all through her hair and while she waited for it to dry, she started to heat up her straightener. This was very rare. Catalyn only straightened her hair when she found the time. It was four and the taping started at seven. It would take her maybe ten minutes to get dressed and do her makeup, so that left her just over an hour to work her hair.
Once her hair was dried, Catalyn attacked it with her straightener. It was a tedious job to straighten her hair. You had to do it slowly and carefully, being sure to make every curl straight. The process took a full hour and a half and made her hair nearly a full six inches longer, hitting almost three quarters down her back. She glanced at the clock. It read five-forty-five. She had forty-five minutes before she had to leave. She looked in the mirror and started to work her hair into a ponytail held by hair wrapped around the base and only a couples pins. That took twenty-five minutes because she messed up a couple times. Twenty minutes until go time. Quickly and carefully she got dressed and did her makeup. Ten minutes until go time. Just enough time to run and let Sanja know she was leaving, then get in her car and head out.
Walking outside she walked carefully to the stables. She saw Sanja riding a young stallion named Chance in the arena. She called out, "Sanja! I'm leaving! I'll be home later!" Sanja just raised a hand of recognition. Catalyn nodded and quickly made her way to her car. She quickly pulled out and hit the highway. She had come to know Missouri very well and knew the exit to get off at. Pulling off she groaned. Everyone was now getting out of work, making St. Louis impossible to drive through. She looked at the clock; ten minutes until they started. She gritted her teeth and with the fury of a man in a huge pick-up truck she blared the horn at the slow drivers. Some actually got out of her way. She grinned and sped on.
Finding a parking garage she quickly parked and got out, making her way across the street and down a back stairwell where the entrance to the backstage area was. After showing her pass, she was admitted with a new pass dangling around her neck that was brilliant blue and said FAN PASS and the date. She was just in time for the opening pyro to go off. She asked a stage hand which way to the catering room where she was meeting her uncle. The man smiled and pointed down the hall and to the left. Thanking him, Catalyn was off like a bullet. Opening the door, she looked around. Most of the superstars and divas from Smackdown and ECW were hanging around, enjoying a snack.
While she tried looking over them, one Natalya Neidhart walked up, "'scuse me hon, are you looking for someone?"
Catalyn nodded, "Yes, me uncle Dave Finlay."
Natalya smirked, "I've got it." Turning to the room she put her fingers to her lips and whistled out. Everyone stopped to focus on the sound. She smiled, "Finlay! Your niece is here!" From behind a couple superstars and backstage workers came out the wrestler.
Catalyn smiled, "Thanks." Everyone went back to their business as Catalyn and Finlay made a quick embrace.
He chuckled, "Ye're hair is straight. Where'd me favorite curls go?"
She smiled happily, "Took me o'er an hour to do it. T'was a pain wit'out Sanja's help." She kissed her uncles cheek and snatched a strawberry off the table. She bit off the tip and with a smirk drew a heart with the juice on her uncle's cheek.
The fighting Irishman rolled his eyes, "Oi, ye haven't done that since ye were little."
"Yes, but I felt like doin' it now," the dancer remarked with a grin. The two found a seat and Finlay attacked his juice covered cheek with a napkin. The sat there talking and seeing as how the Irishman didn't have a match that night at all, he was free to talk with his niece for quite a while.
The only thing that caught her attention was when Evan walked into the room. She stood up and excused herself before sneaking up as best as she could. Reaching up she put her hands over his eyes, "Guess who."
Evan reached up and touched her hands. His first instinct was to tell her to bug off because of what he'd seen, but he didn't want to cause a scene…especially not with her uncle a mere fifteen feet from them. So, swallowing the small amount of anger in his system he said, "Let me guess. It's definitely a girl. Maybe around five foot six or so…red curly hair."
Catalyn grinned, "Nope! Her hair isn't curly!" She dropped her hands and let him spin around.
Evan almost had to remind himself he was mad at her when he saw her. With her hair straight and pulled up like that she didn't look as Irish as usual…if that was even possible for her. The white tank top, despite her pale skin, looked amazing as it hugged her sides ad the jeans she had chosen looked amazing on her hips. He smiled and gave her cheek a kiss, "I like your hair like that." That was true. No point in not commenting her even if he was rather pissed.
She smiled sweetly, "Thank ye, ye won' see it too often. I cin't spend so much time on my hair every day." She took one of his hands as they took a seat together. With a match on his plate, Evan was already dressed in his gear and was constantly checking the clock to make sure he got to his mark on time. They talked as if one of them didn't have reason to believe the other was already cheating…only about a week into their official relationship.
As the night wore on Catalyn actually began to notice that Evan was acting a little funny. He seemed more distant then usual. However, she just passed it off. She may have been talking to him nonstop for about three months or so, but there could still be things he hadn't opened up about. Not everyone was an open book.
On the other side, though, Evan was fighting with himself. After his match he took a quick shower and stayed backstage chatting with people, all the while Catalyn was by his side. He couldn't help but watch and re-watch what he had seen in his head. He saw Liwanu approach Catalyn and kiss her. He hadn't stuck around long enough to care about what happened after that. What he kept envisioning though was rather brutal on him. He imagined that Liwanu kissed her then flat out ravished her in the enclosure…Something in all honesty he himself had a slight fantasy of doing. Not like he would…but it would be interesting. Thus, the night continued until everyone began to vacate.
Evan decided this would be a good time to talk to her. He turned to her, "Hey, wanna come back to my hotel room to chat for a bit more?" He could tell by the look on Catalyn's face the she was probably thinking he was being a guy and wanted to…well…"chat." Yet, she nodded. He grinned, "Get your car and meet me at the Hilton just down the block. I'll be in the lobby." Catalyn nodded and kissed his cheek.
Evan watched her leave with a blank face. He made his was to his car and left, driving past the screaming fans, waving out the window. He made his way to the hotel. As he walked inside he mentally prepared his speech. At first, he was going to be an ass about it because that's what Sergeant Testosterone was telling him to do. However, his little Captain Calm was telling him otherwise. So, he went with the little Captain on this one, having seen what Catalyn can down when she's pissed. That poor…poor…cell phone.
He was waiting in the lobby when she walked on. Oh, and like he had before he had to remind himself what he wanted to talk to her about. As she walked in, she pulled the two pins holding her hair up, letting her now straight hair fall down her back and over her shoulders while the light wind she let it disturbed the locks, blowing them around. Evan swallowed and gave her a smile, holding out his hand. Together they walked up to his room.
Once inside, Catalyn turned to him with a grin, "Well, ye got me here. What did ye want to talk about?"
Evan ignored her appearance, trying not to be a guy and imagine just what he could do for once in his life, and spoke, "Look, yesterday we were supposed to have dinner, right?"
Catalyn nodded, "Yeah, but ye had somethin' come up wit' work an' ye couldn' make it."
He grimaced, "Actually, I got there about half an hour early. As I walked in I looked around for a second. I was about to walk outside, but I could see through the glass in the window. I saw your coworker, Liwanu I believe is his name, make a particular move."
Immediately she got red faced and started to shake. She was getting mad. Catalyn grimaced, "Oh…"
Evan nodded, "Yes, I saw him kiss you…" Right there Captain Cool ducked out. Sergeant Testosterone stepped up, "Now would you like to explain what the fuck I saw? I saw someone kissing my girlfriend, which she had only been for all of a week!"
Now, you see Catalyn had her own little battalion as well. She turned a glare on him. This was when her highly-decorated, war-veteran, lived-trough-bullets, no-shit-taking Commander Bitch stepped up to the plate, "Excuse me? Ye think I was doin' a line, eh? Ye think I kissed back tha' clatty bastard?" Here, Evan realized he had been wrong…but it was too late! "Ye pile of ballsch! Ye…Ye bombay shitehawk! Ye feckin' chancer! Ye think I did anything back? Feck no! I gave 'im a right clatter to the jaw, I did! Knocked the arse on his bum and should'a smashed him in the clackers!" Catalyn huffed, "Oh! Ye American men! All ye think of when ye don' stay for the whole thang is tha' yer girl is a feckin' trollop who plays yah fer a fool!" She walked over to the door, "Evan, I suggest ye either get yer story straight by mornin', or don' bother me any more."
With that Catalyn walked out, leaving Evan silenced. Strange enough, the only thing that ran through his mind was that for their first argument, he didn't even get to yell back! Wow…strange how a man's mind works, huh?
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