"What?" He smiled ear to ear.
"Why would you do this to me?" I asked sadly.
"Do what to you mean?" he asked innocently batting his eyes. I wanted to smash one of the cameras in his face. He was making my blood boil and my ears ring. It was just for show, but story lines like this always put stress on relationships. Especially since Chris and I are engaged. I looked to the hate filled eyes with disgust.
"You sure as hell know what I mean!" I said.
"Oh you mean your match with the John Cena tonight?" he smiled.
"Yeah!" I yelled back.
"Well you always complain about not having enough competition so here you go." He resolved with a wink in his eye. This is where the acting begins.
"You're an asshole Mr.McMahon"I replied spitting in his face before walking out of the room in a fury that would put even The Great Khali to shame. I knew he would be left shaken and infuriated, but I wanted him to feel just the same way I did.
I went parading around the back in my black and red shorts white tank. I passed by several superstars and divas who all just stared at me. I was fuming and on the edge of tears. I really didn't know if I was just acting or if my feelings were real. I didn't know about the my match with John until a few minutes ago. I got to the weight room where I found Chris doing bench presses and talking to Triple H and Shawn.
"Can I talk to you?" I asked standing besides him. I smiled reluctantly toward Hunter and Shawn's so they wouldn't be suspicious of anything.
"Yea.." he escaped as he lifted the weights and put them on the rest. He stood and we walked to the nearest corner.
"What's goin on babe?" he asked.
"The storyline...Its so gay!" I almost started crying.
"I know! Mr.McMahon told me before he went to talk to you." I sighed.
"So who are you cheating on me with?" I asked holding back my tears.
"Mickie James" he mumbled holding me in his arms. I loved him so much as he rested his chin on my head. Even though it was fake the idea of him cheating on me just made me so despondent. I shook my head at the idea and just left him there with his friends.
"Ayodele!" he called after me. I sighed and stopped.
"Let's just get away for a couple minutes, okay?" I nodded.
Chris walked me to the break room he always goes to when he's in Austin. You see, unlike a lot of other backstage areas of the arenas they show on TV everywhere in the Austin Convention Center is beautiful. The room was painted blue and white with cream couches and a fridge. He sat me on one of the couches facing the flat screen TV and started to massage my shoulders. I could feel the tension leaving my body.
"Feel better?" he asked after a few minutes.
"Yeah, thanks. This is just so ridiculous!" I pouted.
"I know." He rocked me for a while (at least until I got over it) and we left again for the curtain.
"Weighing in at 126 pounds, from Austin, Texas (the crowd went wild) Rayne!" Lillian Garcia called. I held hands with Chris as I emerged into the blinding lights of overhead heat lamps and thousands of fans. I entered the ring through the ropes Chris had held down for me like the true gentleman he was. I hugged Lillian then smiled and both Jerry and JR. I cringed when I heard John's music come on. I mean this guy was like my best friend. I couldn't believe what was going on. John walked up to the ring and treated some fans to his shirt and hat. He shook Chris' hand and I knew Chris told him to go easy on me. We met in the middle of the ring and he hugged me and whispered he was sorry in my ear. DING DING DING.
Just pretend he's someone you really hate. Someone who's hurt you. Oh! perfect. I'll pretend John is Jared or even Adam. WOW, what a stretch. From best friend to worst enemy in 6.2 seconds. If Jared or Adam were standing in front of me what would I do.
As soon as that mentality set in I jumped on John and started beating his face in. Within moments of the main even I had forgotten that I was fighting my best friend. He embodied that of a man who claimed to love me. A man who claimed to love me so much he'd rape me. In an instant Jared disappeared and Adam came into play. He had beaten me to a bloody pulp on numerous occasions and this was payback. My fists kept John in the corner. He didn't want to be rough to me, but he had to push me away. He paced holes into the mat keeping me at bay. I could feel my eyebrows wrinkle as I thought of the most painful hold I could put Adam in. The figure four leg lock was the first in my mind. I kicked John several times in the face and back to get him to the ground. As soon as I went for the figure four he had lost all control. unfortunately the strength in my legs compared to the strength in his was like trying to keep and elephant off its feet.He pulled himself to the ropes easily and I had to break the hold. As he got up I was filled with rage and just started punching him into the corner. I could tell he wasn't fighting me on purpose. The referee counted to 4 or I'd be disqualified. I backed up and started screaming at him.
"Hit me! Come on! All the other men in my life do! Just hit me! Do it!"
"No. I'm not like them" he said laying his hands on my arms."
"Just hit me damnit!" I screamed as I attacked him fiercely. I had him on the ground and punched him over and over. Chris jumped onto the apron and screamed something at me, but I just kept hitting John as he held his arms up to his face like a boxer would. The ref yelled at Jericho to get down and he did reluctantly. When he turned to me he counted to 5 and I was disqualified. I didn't even realize it and Chris had to pull me off of Cena. John stood up and gave me an evil look before walking up the ramp. It was the end of the segment and Chris and I went backstage. We were in my lockeroom.
"Are you crazy?! What do you think you were doing out there?" he began to yell.
Isn't it funny how things work out. I was so happy earlier to day to be home in Austin, and to finally have things settled with Chris, but even after a relaxing dinner on 6th street at the end of the day I still ended up feeling like crap.
"I just-I don't know"
"I mean what the hell was all that!"
"I just like imagined that he was Jared, and then I imagined that he was Adam. I just couldn't control myself." I explained exhaustedly.
"Well you better go apologize to him" He urged. I walked alone into the hallway with my head hanging low. "What a night" I heard Melina say to Candice Michelle. The halls that would usually be filled with wrestler life were solemn and empty. I silently prayed John would be in his lockeroom. My heart rate increased as I knocked softly at the door.
"Come in!" he yelled.
"John..." I almost whispered creaking open the door. He looked at me with a bag of ice over half of his face.
"What?" he asked irked.
"I'm sorry John, I just lost control of myself."
"Why? What did I ever do to you?" I've ALWAYS had your back."
"Look, I just imagined that you were Adam or Jared and I guess that just set me off."
"Oh. Well If I were either on of them I'd be scared"
"Why?" I questioned coming closer to him.
"You'd give em a pretty nasty beating" he said lifting the ice and revealing a huge red mark on the left side of his face.
"John I'm so sorry!" I screamed hugging him.
"It's okay, but next time you go on a violent rampage let me know before hand." I nodded as he held me for a moment longer. I looked at his deep brown eyes and got lost in them. I had an arm around the back of his neck and pulled him near the radio on the dresser. He dropped the bag of ice on the couch as I turned the radio on without looking away from him. Hilary Duff's "With Love" was on and I started dancing around him. Within moments we were grinding all alone. Fortunately enough the lights were adjustable and John turned the lights down low and we kept dancing through about 3 more songs. A slow song came on and I wrapped both arms around his neck. I hated the heat and tension between our bodies. He looked down at me and kissed me. I indulged in the sinful taste of his lips and hated myself, but I couldn't let myself break away. He licked my bottom lip and I gave way. Our tongues massaged each other and I felt fireworks go off in my mind. He began kissing my neck and all over my body I felt complete heat. I moaned softly into his ear. He cupped my face in his hand and kissed me on the forehead after our lengthy make-out session. Things got awkward real quick. I mean he was my best guy friend and well now I'm engaged. I took a deep breath and layed a hand on his washboard abs. He kissed me on the cheek softly and I felt the need to leave.
"Bye, John" I called.
"Bye, Babe" he replied.
Now that was a little weird, but what can I say to Chris now. I went back to the lockeroom and Chris and I discussed my situation.
"How did things go?" he asked me.
"Okay, I guess" I lied. Things went great.
"Is he mad?" I started changing my clothes.
"At first, but we're cool" I lied again. We weren't cool, we were getting pretty dang hot.
"Good. Now lets get back to your place. He drove us back and I nearly fell asleep in the car. I probably would have if I weren't thinking about John and how bad of a girlfriend, no fiancee I was.