Chapter Ten: The Violence Begins
I HAVE INCLUDED PICTURES OF LILLIE'S RING GEAR FOR HER MATCH
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Yesterday was the first televised show that I had been to since Phil's hospitalization. Sure I acted different but afterwords I still signed autographs and took pictures with the fans, even if the only thought running through my mind at the time was which one of them could have attacked my Philly. But today is different. Tonight I have a house show and I have to fight against Trent Baretta of The Dudebusters. But right now, I'm sitting at Phil's side. More than one of us are allowed back here now so Luke, Joey, and Serena are in the room with me. I'm holding his hand and Joey speaks up, "I...I know I'm the new guy and...and I don't know Phil as well as the rest of you guys do but...but meeting him was the best thing that ever happened to me. Before I met him I was into some pretty heavy shit and he helped me out of it. Said that he thought I could be better than I was."
"We were all in dark places when Phil found us. I was addicted to prescription pills, Serena and Lillie were both alcoholics," Luke says. "And besides, now isn't the time for one of those sad speeches. He's going to make it out of this." Out of all three of them, Luke is the one I suspect the least even if he's in the tournament to get my championship. He's always been Phil's best friend. They would tell each other everything. He wouldn't want his best friend to die. At least, I know that I wouldn't want my best friend to die.
I look up at them, "Luke's right. Besides, Joey, you have a match tonight against Edge that I'd be getting ready for if I were you."
Luke looks at me, "That's another thing. I saw you talking to Adam backstage after your run in with Rey. You didn't get mad at him like you usually do. Please tell me you think that he's a suspect."
I bite my lower lip, "I'm not ruling anyone out but...well...there was something about the way he looked at me when he said to me what he said...he was truthful..."
Serena interjects, "Or at least acting like it. We all know there's a high possibility that Adam could have done it. I mean, look what he had to gain. He's got a rookie star he's helping to make a big name for himself who is in the tournament for your title and your dating Phil. Plus there's the fact that he hates you."
I sigh, "Your probably right but I want to give him the benefit of a doubt. I mean, since he married Vickie he's been trying to act like a surrogate father. Even if he'll never fill Eddie's shoes, or Rey's for that matter, he's at least trying. At the first sign of danger, I'll turn on him." Joey mumbles something under his breath and I turn to him, a venom in my eyes, "What was that Mercury?"
"I said, if you're that willing to turn on someone what's to say that you won't turn on your other friends for him?" Joey says, looking me in the eyes.
Luke steps between the two of us, "That's enough. Joey, you don't need to make comments like that. And Lillie, you've been awfully angry all the time. You can simmer down. It's okay."
I shake my head, "I have to go. I'm first up tonight actually."
I arrive at the arena from being at the hospital, still worried about Phil. I get backstage where everybody who sees me turns away and doesn't look at me. I smile at Alex and John and even they turn away from me. I know I was cold to them and I know I was high strung but...well...it was expected right? I don't need them thought. I don't need anyone! Except...except Phil... I need him. I walk into my locker room where I plop down onto my bench and run my hands through my hair. I can see that I've started to ruin my life but...but I have to. I can't sleep at night because I'm so afraid that I won't hear the phone ring and something will have happened to Phil. I'm worried all the time about someone hurting me like they hurt Phil. I'll be the first to admit, I'm paranoid. But it shouldn't be effecting my friendships and relationships. I mean, god, the look that Rey gave me in the hall was heartbreaking. I remember seeing that look from Rey once before: when Eddie threatened to take his son Dominic. He's not even really Eddie's son, it was a plot cooked up by Rey and Eddie to get more ratings. Can you believe that? Here I am the walking, talking embodiment of the argument that they had in the first place and they used Dominic. Well, I don't care anymore. I don't care if I'm a Mysterio by birth and a Guerrero by nature. Dammit, they want a Guerrero then I can give them the true spirit of a Guerrero. I'm going to make sure that tonight, against Trent Baretta, they see how much of a sneak and a cheater I can be. And goddamit the fans are going to love it.
I change into my ring outfit for the night: a black tank top, black wrestling tights with a gold design, and gold wrestling boots with a gold design. I fling my title over my shoulder and put my hair up in a side ponytail. Looking myself in the mirror, I can barely recognize the person staring back at me. I've changed from my original wrestling "persona" I guess you can say and I sort of like it. Not everyone can always be a good guy. Sometimes it takes a bad guy to touch the world the most. I believe it was my cousin Chavo who said about Eddie, "even when he didn't want the crowd to like him, they did". That's what I hope for. I'm going to be as mean and nasty as they come to teach the world that they need someone like me. They need someone who isn't afraid to open her heart to the world and show them what they need. They need me almost as much as I need them. I nod before opening my door and walk out to the entrance ramp. Trent Baretta and Caylen Croft are both back there. For those of you who aren't to in tune with who the "magnificent Dudebusters" are, let me give you a run down. You have Trent Baretta who looks like he belongs on the cast of Jersey Shore more than he looks like he belongs in the WWE. He has black hair that reaches his tanned shoulder, which are bare because he nor Caylen believe in wearing a shirt backstage, and two brown eyes that make him look like he's full of shit. Which he is. His wrestling tights are black with blue stripes that make his lower half look as though they were designed by a blind gay man who just said, "hey, this looks almost as good as your actual wrestling skills." Anyone else catch the joke? Anyways, that's Trent Baretta. Caylen Croft is actually a bit better, but not much. At least he doesn't look like he belongs on the set of Jersey Shore. His hair is cut short with side burns on the side of his face like a 90's reject and his eyes are the same color of "full of shit brown". His wrestling gear, I kid you not, is the EXACT same design as his tag team partners only in the color yellow. The only bad thing is, as much as they are in tune with each others wrestling gear, that's how much they are in tune when the other one needs help in the ring. If I plan on taking Trent Baretta on, I need to plan on taking on Caylen Croft as well.
"AND IT'S JUST LIKE/THE OCEAN UNDER THE/MOON WELL THAT'S THE/SAME AS THE EMOTION/THAT I GET FROM YOU/YOU GOT THE KIND OF/LOVIN' THAT CAN BE SO/SMOOTH SO GIVE ME/YOU'RE HEART MAKE IT/REAL OR ELSE FORGET/ABOUT IT..." my theme song starts. I walk out to the ring, fans cheering but sounding rather reluctant. I can hear a bit of boos. I guess when you can cheer against me or Trent Baretta, I'm a no brainer. Trent's a bit of an idiot. I get to the ring and I can see the signs the fans are holding up and the one that catches my eye is one that says, "LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER" and has a picture of Eddie pushing Rey on one side and a picture of me pushing Rey on the other. I smirk at that. It's true, it's damn true. The generic rock music theme song of Trent Baretta's starts and he and Caylen come out looking pepped up for anything. The look on their faces actually makes me laugh out loud but I'm not supposed to do that, it might encourage him. They get in the ring and I smile as they do some complicated high five and Caylen steps out of the ring. I hand my title to the ref who hands it to the guy on the side. I look back at Trent and the ref rings the bell. I immediatly go for the lock up and get the upper hand. I toss Trent into the corner and manage to get him to stay there. I chop him across the chest a few times and he's already in pain. Pathetic. I back up to let him catch his breath before running to hit him with a hard shoulder to the gut. He moves out of the way and I hit the turnbuckle. Ouch.
Trent smirks at me and does some sort of complicated taunt with his hands, akin to the version 2.0 thing that Matt Hardy used to do, before climbing up onto the second rope and mokey flipping me. I fall with my back hard on the mat and I let out a scream of pain. Bad idea. Trent starts kicking me in the stomach over and over and over again until the ref tears him away from me. I roll onto my hands and knees and he sends a running kick into my stomach. I fall with my face on the mat again and Trent goes for an arm bar. I reach out and grab the ropes, forcing him to let go of the hold. Thankfully when he back up and comes back toward me, I flip onto my back and I'm able to catch him in the gut with my foot. He stumbles backwards and I get up. My feet are towards the ropes and what else should happen but Caylen Croft grabs my feet. The ref starts yelling at Caylen which leaves Trent to land a low blow to me. Now, it may not be exactly the same as kicking a man in the nuts but when you hit a woman in her area down there it hurts like hell. I fall to my knee's and the ref turns back to look at me. He obviously doesn't see foul play and continues on with the match. Trent locks me in a headlock and I land an elbow in his side. He loosens the grip. I have one shot to do what I want to do. I push Trent into the ropes and as he bounces back, I move out of the way. That leaves him to run right into the ref. Caylen exlaims something outside of the ring and runs to get a steel chair. Perfect. I wait for him to get into the ring and for Trent to get back up. I move so where my back is to Trent and my front is to Caylen so I look petrified of him coming towards me with that chair. And right as he's about to hit me with it, I move out of the way and he smacks Trent. Trent goes down and I laugh as I tap Caylen on the shoulders, who let go of the chair almost immediatly as he hit his partner with it. He turns around and I hit him with a standing dropkick. I roll him out of the ring and shake the ref who is coming to, making sure to throw the chair out of the ring. I cover Trent and the ref counts, 1! 2! 3!
My theme music starts playing and I head back to the locker room area. The perfect ending to an excellent evening. Now if only Phil were here to share it with me.