11
'Nothing cool about it'
...and so Casey found herself sat in the stands, watching her boyfriend talking smack to Randy Orton in the ring.
That's right, Superman Cena was back in the WWE, meaning once again, John would be travelling 24/7, and Casey would be waiting for him, wondering what he was doing or what time he'd call her.
Of course she was happy for him. How could she not be? He was doing something he loved, making other people happy, and having a freaking good time doing it.
But she'd miss him. She always missed him when he wasn't around.
"Are you okay?" John's brother Matt turned to the blonde, who was being awfully quiet.
"Yeah, great." She replied, smiling to herself as John made some immature comment about how Randy Orton was a 'dude in his underwear'.
"We're going backstage after the show." Matt told Casey.
"Cool." She simply replied.
Casey sighed. What was so 'cool' about it? There was nothing cool about it.
- - -
"Great show, sweetie." Casey smiled, as she came into John's dressing room.
"Thanks, did you enjoy it?" John asked, giving his girlfriend a kiss.
"It was great."
"Where's Matt?"
"Flirting with one of the divas." Casey rolled her eyes. "But he said the show was great and he'll call you tomorrow."
"Are you ready to go?" John picked up his bag and held the door open for his girlfriend.
- - -
"So do you just want to go back to your place?" Casey asked as they walked towards the parking lot.
"Actually, I was thinking we could get something to eat from..."
"John, it's great you're back!" Casey and John turned around and saw Vince McMahon walking towards them.
"Thanks, Vince. It's great to be back." John and Vince shook hands.
"And who is this lovely lady?" Vince turned to look at Casey.
"This is my girlfriend Casey Parks." John paused, allowing Vince and Casey to shake hands. "She's actually a wrestler too."
"Are you a part of any particular organisation at the moment?"
"I'm mostly working independently, travelling and doing shows." Casey replied.
"Well, I'd be happy to give you an interview at some point." Vince stated. "Just bring in a tape of some of your stuff and I'd love to meet you again."
"Actually, I have a partner that I do a lot of my shows with, and I don't think I could get an interview without at least mentioning her." Casey said. "She's got the diva look, more so than myself, and I think that if you didn't at least see her..."
"Bring her along too then." Vince said, before walking away.
- - -
"Well, we watched your tapes, and I can honestly say I'm impressed."
Casey couldn't believe she was sat in the WWE Stamford offices, having an interview with Stephanie McMahon. It didn't seem real to her.
"The divas division is going through at turnover at the moment, and we're completely looking to revamp it, and you could be the addition we're looking for." Stephanie continued.
"Wow, thank you." Casey blushed.
"I mean, nothing is confirmed yet, but I'd like to be the first to welcome you to the WWE." Stephanie stood up and showed Casey to the door.
"How did it go?" John asked as Casey ran into the waiting room where he was reading a copy of WWE magazine.
"She basically offered me a contract!" Casey squealed, running over to John, who lifted her up in his arms.
Casey suddenly became aware that something was missing.
"Where's Madison?"
John sat back down again.
"Where's Madison?" She demanded.
"She was escorted outside." John said quietly.
"What the hell happened?"
"She got into a fight with one of the wrestlers and punched him." Another guy waiting in the room chipped in, as John seemed incapable of talking.
Casey looked at the guy for a moment, before storming out to find her friend.
- - -
"Are you freaking kidding me?" Casey stormed outside the building, where Madison was sat on the curb with bleeding knuckles.
"Don't, Case." Madison muttered.
"I can't freaking believe you!" Casey yelled. "I get us these interviews, the interview of a lifetime, the interviews we've wanted since we were fourteen! And you repay me by embarrassing me? By embarrassing John? Once again, Madison screws up!"
"Oh, don't you dare call me a screw-up!" Madison retorted, standing up. Casey was only 5'5. Madison was 5'10, and Casey became very aware of it.
"Go on then, hit me!"
"I'm not going to hit you, Casey, that's not my style." Madison said calmly. "But don't you dare call me a screw up! You've had your fair share of mistakes in the past!"
"We haven't even got contracts and already you're jeopardising both our chances!"
"God, you never change, do you? You never listen to what I have to say!" Madison looked like she was about to cry. "You accuse me of things before you even know what really went down!"
"Madison..."
"Fuck off, Case. The last thing I need in my life is you." Madison sighed. "Have fun with your perfect boyfriend, your perfect contract and your perfect life!"