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Following The Main Event;

By AliceJericho

Chapter 12: Elimination Chamber

"I had never known a more vulgar expression of betrayal and deceit." – Lucien Bouchard

Sunday, February 21

"Cameron! Get back here!" I called after my half-brother. "Where are you going?!"

I screamed out in frustration as he disappeared around a corner. I ran to that corner but he was nowhere to be seen. I sighed and decided to let him go – he couldn't go too far and someone he knew would no doubt find him.

I wandered into catering – Cameron wasn't there – and walked straight to the food. The caterers smiled weakly at me as I helped myself to a toasted sandwich. I was sick of everyone feeling sorry for me. Shawn must have told them that I had to go in for surgery. Everyone had been giving me sympathetic looks since I arrived at the Scottrade Centre.

"You haven't seen him them?" I asked Kofi as I sat down opposite him at small table towards the abck of the room.

"Who? Cody? He's with Ted and Randy."

"No, Cameron. He ran off when we got here and I thought he might have gone looking for you." I explained just before taking a bite out of my dinner.

"May have. But I'm here and he isn't, so he'll have to keep looking. Can't have gone too far, anyway." I nodded and took another bite. I watched Kofi out of the corner of my eye and frowned.

"Are you okay? You're a bit jumpy." I asked him with a full mouth, causing him to cringe slightly. "Are you nervous? You have every right to be, sixteen tonnes of steel is pretty scary."

"Petrified." He said without looking up at me. "Stupid spots and all that."

"You'll do great. I've said all my prayers to make sure no one gets hurt."

"Thanks, Hickie." He was still jumpy when he left to stretch but I didn't want to bring it up again in case I made him more nervous.

I sat alone for a quarter of an hour before I was joined by Keegan Starr.

"How's Smackdown?" I asked her as she dropped down into the seat opposite me.

"I get to listen to LayCool tear down the Divas every week." She deadpanned. "And when I'm not doing that I get to talk to Michelle. She's really set on getting to know me."

"She mother number three?" I asked and Keegan rolled her eyes. "I'll take that as a yes. How are the sisters? And Gunner?" she stared at me blankly, "Fine. I see you aren't too happy about the Divas' match tonight."

"If LayCool get chosen over me once more for the Pay Per View, I might actually cry." She huffed, crossing her arms on the table and resting her head on top of them.

I laughed at her. I didn't know how it felt – I'd only been on the main roster since Summerslam in August, making it six months. But of those six months I'd spent a nearly half of it on the sidelines. I had been ringside at Summerslam and Bragging Rights, and had been on commentary for Hell in a Cell and Breaking Point.

I stopped laughing when I realised how little I had done on my own.

"How's your wrist?" she asked me, finally raising her head.

"Shit." I answered honestly, "I need surgery. I think they're going to have to re-break it and put a screw in it."

"Bummer." She frowned at me.

"How's the romance front?" she rolled her eyes and laughed at me.

"You try getting some action with the Deadman breathing down your neck. No one even looks at me." She sighed. I cocked my eyebrow, "I'm serious."

"They're looking at you – from behind their hands and around corners. They've definitely looked at you." She shook her head at me and laughed lightly.

I glanced around the room, watching people get up and leave. Most of the people in the room looked at me at least once with a pitying look and I turned back to Keegan.

"Why is everyone looking at me like I'm about to die?" I asked her, hoping she'd have an answer. She looked around the room, too, taking in all of the looks.

"Because of your wrist?" she offered, "I don't know. I try not to get caught up in the politics. I had enough of that as a teenager."

"Yeah. I just wish I was getting better, you know. How am I supposed to prove that I can do this by myself if a) I can't even get in the ring and b) he's still here?"

"Preaching to the choir." Keegan said back to me with an apologetic smile. "We'll do it."

"I fucking hope so." I slumped down into my chair, "Anyway, I gotta go. I lost Cam about half an hour ago. I should probably find him."

"Probably." She half laughed.

I pushed my chair back and walked through catering, ignoring the people who were pouting at me.

I asked around and eventually found out that Cameron had parked his ass in front of the monitor near Gorilla.

"Anyone been eliminated, bud?" he shook his head.

"It's just started."

"Kofi and Sheamus?" he nodded. I sat down on the crate beside him.

"You killed it out there." I told Kofi as I walked up beside him, "My prayers worked, no one got hurt."

"I credit you with that." He smiled down at me, "If you hadn't I'm sure we'd all be limping around on crutches. Where's Cody?"

"No idea." I shrugged, "He's probably with Ted somewhere. Unless Ted's with Eve."

"Why would Ted be with Eve?" Kofi asked and I shrugged again, worried that I had said too much. I wasn't supposed to say anything. I was supposed to find out what was going on. I suppose that's a bit hard when I'm away more often than not. "Sit down for a sec, Hickie."

"What's up?" I asked, concerned because Kofi had suddenly become serious. He directed me to a folding chair and I sat down hesitantly. He knelt down in front of me and rested his hands on my knees. "Seriously."

"I didn't want to be the one to tell you." I raised both of my eyebrows.

"You're not about to tell me Cody's cheating on me, are you?" I asked quickly and loudly.

"No, God no."

"Don't." I said unconsciously at the blaspheme.

"Sorry. You need to know, Sun." he fished through his jeans pockets and pulled out his phone. I stared at him, more confused that I had ever been as he tapped the screen until he reached what he was after. "These were sent out to most of the males on the roster last week. They were sent from Cody's phone. I'm sorry."

I took the phone from his hand and instantly dropped it, standing up.

"He didn't. He wouldn't have."

"Sun." Kofi grabbed my wrist, "I'm sorry."

I ripped my arm out of his grasp and broke into a quick run down the back halls of Scottrade Centre. I was too angry to cry. I knew why people had been giving me pitying looks all evening; it had nothing to do with my wrist at all.

I didn't bother knocking on the locker room door; I turned the handle and walked straight in. Ted, who was zipping up his bag, looked up and took a step back.

"I'll deal with you another time. Where's Cody?" I asked, peering behind the door.

"Sun?" he stepped out of the bathroom, a worried look on his face. "Are you okay?"

"How could you?" I asked him quietly, "Those pictures. I can't believe you!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb! Those photos I sent were for you and you only." I didn't walk over to him, but he was taking small steps towards me.

"I'm not an idiot, Sunday." I took in a deep breath.

"Then why does Kofi have them on his phone? Why has everyone been giving me pitying looks since I got here? Everyone has seen them and it's your fault! You're the only one that has them!" I yelled.

Ted was standing stock still over his bag. I could tell he knew what I was talking about because he'd gone slightly red in the cheeks.

"Why would I send them out? You're my girlfriend. No one else needs to see those photos." Cody took another step and was standing in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. "I don't know how those photos got out, Sun."

"Bullshit. I don't believe you." I stepped away from him, his hands falling to his sides. I'm going to stay with Kofi. I can't even look at you."