Okay, so here's chapter nine! I am actually really happy With this chapter, especially in comparison to my most recent chapters, which I will admit, were getting worse and worse with each one. But I'm back now and though I probably won't be updating every day or maybe not even every second day, updates will be longer and hopefully much better! I want to dedicate this chapter to a few people who left really cute reviews and made me really want to keep going with this story:
PL-LovesDAandSPNForever946
BadgerLynne(again ;))
Chocolate-w-love
Octaivia
Lisa
ClarellyJelly (although your review was really short it was cute as well and brought a smile to my face)
Thank you everyone who reviewed but these ones just stood out the most to me. People have also written amazingly cute reviews for other earlier chapters but these were just the more recent ones.
Also, I dunno if I get a bit too cliché with the twitter bit in this story as I used to write and read a lot of one direction fanfiction and that was quite popular there, so please tell me what you think of it.
Anyway, here's the chapter!
Colby lay on the couch in the hotel room, lazily watching daytime TV. It was their last day in Florida, and instead of doing something a bit more productive, he had been sitting around all morning as Jon and Joe trained together. He had to admit, ever since he'd gotten injured, they'd been getting on a lot better, and sometimes he even felt like things could possibly go back to the way they were before. But things rarely happened like he wanted to them, so he pretty much gave up on that dream before he got his hopes crushed.
He walked into the kitchen to get a snack, even though the doctor had told him not to put any weight in his bad ankle. The kitchen was like two steps away, though, so it didn't really matter. He put two slices of bread in the toaster, and checked his twitter account while he waited.
Believeinthehoundsofjustice: WWErollins heard about your ankle injury hope you get better soon x
He smiled slightly. Trust the fans to already know about his injury. And that was cute. He began to reply when another tweet popped up.
Bigkissforambrose: So fucking glad WWErollins hurt his ankle. Maybe hell finally stop holding back the other two.
He felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. Everything had been going fine, and then he had to read that stupid fucking tweet. God, why had he decided to check his twitter at that exact time. If only he was a few minutes later, that tweet would've been lost among all the others, and he would never have seen it. Of course, he probably would've seen a similar one. He scrolled through the tweets, and the insults seemed to jump out at him.
Iloveitwhenitreigns: doesn't matter whether WWErollins ankle is fucked up or not he's still a shit wrestler.
Cenasbabydoll: tbh I don't care about WWErollins ankle the others are way better without him.
Crazyblackwidow: do I give a fuck about WWErollins ankle? As dean would say, nope! Lmfao
There were good ones too, of course, but he could barely concentrate on them. He knew he should put his phone down, as the tweets (good or bad) weren't making him feel any better, but somehow he couldn't stop. It was like he was hypnotised.
"Colby, stop, put the phone down."
Colby nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned around to see Barbie Blank standing near the door of the hotel room. "Barbie, what the fuck? How long have you been here?"
"'Bout two minutes. I came over to see Phil, but he was out, so I decided to check on you." She said, simply, as if she hadn't just fucking given him a heart attack. "I used Phil's spare key, I hope you don't mind." She smiled, and Colby tried to slow his breathing. "Now put your phone down, and stop reading hate."
"How'd you know I was reading hate?"
"God, Colby, you act like I wasn't in this fucked up business for six years. Now give me your fucking phone."
"I just can't, you don't understand." He said, as he walked out of the kitchen.
"Right, because I've never gotten hate before." Barbie said, and the iciness in her voice made him hand over his phone. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "People are gonna say all kinds of shit 'bout you in this business, and you've gotta pretend you don't care. This isn't Ring of Honour, you don't get judged on your wrestling skills, you get judged on everything. You're gonna get enough hate that you can't avoid, so avoid the hate you can."
She threw him back his phone. "Take it from someone who knows what they're talking about." She said, and with that she turned to walk away.
"Hey, Barbie, wait,"
"What?"
"You wanna watch Spider-Man?"
Barbie smiled, and this time it did reach her eyes. "I would love to," she said, and jumped on the couch next to him.
And it was there that Jon found them a couple of hours later, when he came back from training with Joe. He had to admit Joe was good. Hard to tell he'd only been wrestling a little while. But, god, it was so awkward between them. I mean, they weren't exactly being nice to each other, but they certainly weren't being horrible. It was like when you first meet someone, and everything's awkward and you're a bit too nice to each other but you're not actually nice at all. Sometimes he felt like he was meeting Joe for the first time. God, now he was getting all fucking sentimental.
"What ya watching?" Jon said as he flung himself over the couch between Colby and Barbie, who had been sitting a friendly distance apart.
Barbie hit him, and told him to shut up as it was just getting to the good part and Colby told him they were watching Spider-Man, which earned him a slap from Barbie.
"I thought you watched this like two days ago," Jon whispered.
"You can never watch too much Spiderman." Barbie replied, and Colby hit her playfully.
Joe stayed at the training centre long after Jon left. He wanted to prove to everyone that he was as good, if not better, than Jon and Colby, even if they had been wrestling way longer. He hated the way people felt he was holding the other two back, and he didn't know if he even wanted a push anymore. I mean, of course he would love to be working the main event, but what if everyone thought he didn't deserve it? What if the same thing happened to him that happened to Batista, and everyone hated him? It was absolutely fine to get booed as a heel, but to get booed as a face, he didn't think he'd be able to handle it.
And, besides, the so-called 'internet fans' would go crazy. Sure, they didn't hate him, but they would much prefer Jon or Colby to get the push. And angry people could be quite vocal with their opinions; they didn't stop to think about what they were going to say. God, he didn't think he'd be able to handle everyone hating him. And what about Jon and Colby? What if they started to hate him?
Fuck, maybe he should just quit. This job brought more pain than joy.
Okay, there was the chapter, what did you think of it? Oh, and if I used your username in the twitter bit, I apologise and don't take it to heart, as I just made them up completely randomly, and it means nothing about how I feel of your account.
So review please! Follow&Favourite!
Thank you all for sticking with this story even when it got really shitty.
I know it's cheesy but I love you all!
