A/N: I'm skipping the actual match action because I don't think I could do it justice. Also, I don't own anyone here except the OCs.
Dirty Deeds
A WWE Fanfic
CH 10: After the Match
As expected, I win my match. Layla rolls her eyes at me when I head ringside to see Tara and her family. "Are you guys having fun?" I ask.
Tara gives me a serious look. "Matt was holding hands with Maria."
"Yes," I say. "Maria is his girlfriend."
"Oh." She looks bothered by this. "I thought you were his girlfriend."
I smile at her. "Nope, we're just really good friends." I'm not sure whether it's the truth or a lie, but it seems to make Tara relax.
"Well, you should be his girlfriend." Oh boy.
"Tara," her mom says. "Be nice."
"It's fine," I say with a smile. "So are you guys going to stay after the show and come backstage?"
They nod. Tony says, "Thank you for the tickets, Michelle McCool."
"You're welcome, kiddo," I say. "But now I've got to get backstage and shower up. See you guys after the show."
"Bye!" Tara says, waving. "See you later!"
Layla's already backstage, waiting for me. "Sorry about earlier," I say.
"You've been acting really weird all day," she says. "Are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm sure I'll be fine in the morning. Oh, that reminds me. I ran into C. M. Punk in catering earlier. I had to make the excuse that you think he's cute to Matt, and…"
"Who's cute?" Layla asks.
"Punk."
"Punk?" she all but shrieks at me. "He's not cute, he's…"
"Shh!" I hiss. "Listen, okay? I had to tell Matt that so he wouldn't be suspicious when I went to talk to Punk."
"Why did you go talk to Punk, anyway?"
"Matt and Maria walked me to catering, and she was giving me the stink eye the whole way. Then Matt wanted me to sit and talk with them. I had to say something!"
"Fine," Layla says, rolling her eyes. "So I think Punk's cute. Great."
"Anyway, the point is, Punk yelled at me across the room to tell you he'd see you tomorrow."
"Um, ew. He does know I don't think he's cute, right?"
"He knows," I say. "But I don't want people to ask you about it and have you freak out, like you just did on me."
Layla smirks. "Next time you decide to use me as an excuse, maybe you should pick someone I'd actually be caught dead talking to as your cover to get away from the losers."
"Matt's not a loser," I say automatically.
She stares at me. "Please tell me you're not buying into this joke, Michelle."
Before I can say a word, Punk walks past us. "Hi, McCool," he says, and then he pauses, bats his eyes at Layla and says, "Hi, Layla," in this flirty voice.
"Yuck!" Layla says. She turns to me. "When this is over, you are so dead."
Punk laughs and starts to walk away, but I grab his arm, stopping him. "So you're coming over tomorrow for something?"
He grins at me. "Oh, no. I expect you'll be by to see me sometime tomorrow. And for the record, you're welcome." Then he pulls his arm away from me and walks off.
"What is he talking about?" Layla asks.
"I don't know," I say, but the sinking feeling is back. I have no idea what Punk's done, but I suspect it's going to be something that I don't like.
It isn't too long after we see Punk that the show ends. I wait for the crowds to thin a little before I head back down to the arena, looking for Tara and her family. They're still in their seats, waiting for me.
"Did you guys like the show?" I ask.
"That was the coolest thing ever!" Tony says.
"It was a pretty good show." I jump. I didn't even hear Matt walk up behind me. I turn to look at him, and he grins at me, then leans against the divider. "So are you guys ready to get your backstage tour?"
"Yes!" Tara says. She looks like she's ready to climb over the divider to get to us.
Matt says, "Come this way," and he leads them toward the opening in the divider. Tara's mom stays where she is, along with another woman.
"This is my sister in law," she says. "My brother said he'd go with you guys and the kids. You don't mind if we stay out here, do you?"
"Not at all," I tell her. "This probably won't take more than half an hour. Most of the superstars are tired after the shows and want to get changed and head out for the night. We'll be back before you know it."
She nods. "If they aren't behaving, bring them back. And don't let them be rude."
"The kids or the superstars?" I joke.
"I meant the kids," she says, but she smiles at me. "Thank you so much for this, Michelle."
"It's my pleasure," I say, and I mean it. Tara is now on my side of the divider and once again throws her arms around me. "Oof! Hi, Tara."
"Michelle!" she says, grinning up at me. Man, this kid's adorable. "Matt says you have your own room here!"
"Sure do! You want to see it?"
"Yes!"
I grin. "Come on, then! There's a lot to see."