The World Has Its Shine
Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I own Ryleigh and Justin.
Raw
"Hey John! Are you looking forward to your match tonight?" Ryleigh asked, walking into his locker room.
"Ryleigh. Hi. It's nice to see you. I'm definitely looking forward to beating Wade Barrett down. You'll be watching?" he asked.
"Of course. I'd love nothing more than to watch you take him out," she said with a smile. "That would make my night."
"Well, you know, if you would like, you're more than welcome to accompany me to the ring tonight," John invited her.
"Alright. That sounds like fun to me."
"It'll be nice to have someone out there on my side. I'm used to the Nexus being out there and attacking me, while I have no one in my corner," he said with a frown.
"Aw John." Ryleigh said next to him on the bench he had been occupying. "I'm in your corner. Don't worry. I've got your back tonight."
"Thanks, Ry."
"Of course. I'll keep those Nexus ladies in line," she offered with a wink.
"And I appreciate having you on my side." Ryleigh smiled and gave him a hug.
"Trust me, it's my pleasure."
"You're really good out there. The crowd really seems to like you," PJ commented, as he, Ryleigh, Stu, Barbie, David and John hung out together in the Nexus's locker room.
"Thanks," Ryleigh said with a smile.
"Once you're fully trained, you're gonna be such an awesome Diva," Barbie told her. "I hope we get to tag together."
"Me, too. That would be so awesome," Ryleigh agreed.
"I love having you around. Stu's always in a good mood now. He's actually a pleasure to be around," John teased.
Stu rolled his eyes. "Wanker," he muttered.
"What?" John asked.
"Just a scratchy throat, mate," he replied with a smile.
"Yeah. I bet."
Stu wrapped an arm around Ryleigh's shoulders and pulled her close to him, pressing a kiss to her temple. "How are you, sweetheart?" he asked her.
She grinned. "I'm wonderful," she answered, making it clear that it was because of his presence.
"Aw, you two are so cute together," Barbie gushed.
David rolled his eyes. "You two are making me so nauseous."
"You're making me nauseous," Ryleigh snapped with a smirk.
"Ouch. Somebody's feisty," he reacted.
She gave him a nod. "True story."
"Oh there's the whole gang!" an unwelcome voice snobbily greeted, as Layla and George walked into the room.
"Oh God," Ryleigh groaned. "What do you guys want?" she snapped, not wanting the fun to be destroyed by the two unwelcome visitors.
"Well, it just seemed like everyone was having so much fun in here. We didn't want to be left out of the festivities," Layla replied with a pout.
"Actually, you weren't invited," Barbie snidely remarked.
"Well, that's not very nice," Layla replied.
"You two definitely don't make a cute couple," George remarked.
Ryleigh raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Jealousy is a real bitch, huh?" she retorted, wanting to slap the smug smirk off of his face.
"Yeah, you are," he replied.
"George, Layla, I think it's best that you two just leave," Stu finally spoke up, gritting his teeth.
"And why the fuck would I listen to you?" George sneered, his eyes narrowing on Stu, who was damn near ready to kill the man in front of him.
"Because this is my locker room, and you were never invited in here, nor were you ever welcome," he shot back.
"I guess you'll just have to make me leave, then," George challenged Stu. The Brit went to stand up and further the confrontation, but Ryleigh stopped him.
"Let me handle this," she said, before pecking a kiss to his lips.
"Alright," he replied, feeling his anger fade, once her lips touched his. He didn't know how she managed to do it, but Ryleigh was the one who controlled his emotions, without even trying. Hell, he was pretty sure she didn't even know she could do it.
Ryleigh stood up. "George, get the fuck out and bring your loud-mouthed roll with you," she demanded, her eyes burning into her former fiancée.
"Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?"
"Troll? Troll? Did you just call me a troll?" Layla screeched, getting in Ryleigh's face, but she refused to back down.
"At least your fucking ears work. Yes, she said troll, you dumb bitch," Barbie snapped. "Both of you, get the hell out." The blonde stood next to her new friend, backing her up, wholeheartedly.
"What are you gonna do, Barbie?" Layla mocked the blonde.
"I'm gonna knock your dumb ass out, if you and that douche bag don't get the hell out, like Ryleigh told you to," she shot.
"Oh. I'm so terrified," Layla feigned fear.
Barbie narrowed her eyes at Layla, tempted to slap the taste out of her mouth, but she was desperately trying to control herself. "You fucking brat."
"Excuse me?"
"Wow. Who the fuck are you? Vickie Guerrero? Get the fuck out of here," Barbie demanded, getting in the British female's face.
"You stupid bitch!"
George pulled her back. "Layla, calm down. I'll take care of this," he arrogantly spoke. "Barbie, you dumb, dumb girl."
"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Don't you dare talk about my girlfriend like that," PJ interjected, walking over, finding rage take him over because of the way George was speaking to her.
"And what the fuck are you gonna do?" George instigated.
PJ took a step closer to the much taller man. Stu got up and walked over to the group. Ryleigh found herself having to fight the tears that wanted to come out. George wad going out of his way to make her life a living hell. And truth be told, he was making her feel terribly uncomfortable with the situation at hand. This was all her fault. She's the reason that George was making his presence known to everyone.
"Ry, are you okay?" Heath asked, concerned, as he walked up to her.
She turned to face him and shook her head. "I can't handle this bullshit anymore," she whispered.
"Ryleigh, you know that you're the problem here. If wouldn't have come here, everything would have been just fine," Layla yelled.
Ryleigh stormed over to her. "Listen, you little British bitch, go the hell away and leave everyone alone. George, stop coming around here. We're not together anymore because of what you did to me. So quit acting like an immature, obnoxious, little prick!" she angrily demanded.
"No one even cares about what you have to say. You're nothing but a whore. You came here to fuck around with wrestlers because you've banged everyone else there is!" Layla retorted.
"You should know what you're talking about, before you open your big fucking mouth," she shot back.
"Right. You don't belong here. No one wants you here. You should've stayed with George and quit being a fucking slut."
"Alright. Layla, George, it's time for you two to leave now," John said, getting completely fed up with the two intrusions. He backed them out of the room, before slamming the door in their faces.
Stu quickly pulled Ryleigh into his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Are you okay, sweetheart? You know Layla was just talking all of that rubbish because she's jealous of how amazing you are, right?" he asked, sensing that she was pretty upset with what just went down.
"This really is all my fault. Guys, I'm sorry that I'm the reason George is around and being a dick to everyone," she apologized, failing to meet anyone else's eyes.
"Ry, you don't have to apologize to us. Layla's always been a jealous bitch. George is just a dumbass nuisance. None of this is your fault," Barbie spoke. "Layla and I have never gotten along. I don't think anyone gets along with her."
"She's always been a complete bitch," John agrred.
"We've all got your back," PJ piped in.
"We won't let anything happen to you. Don't let them get the best of you. You're so much better than that," David encouraged her.
"Yeah. Trust me, you don't have to even entertain their mindless comments. Everyone loves you," Stu agreed.
Ryleigh forced a smile. "Thanks, guys. It's just hard to deal with, especially because I'm still new here," she explained.
"You're not that new," Barbie said, giving her a friendly smile. "We love you like you've always been here."
"Thanks." Ryleigh was really grateful that her friends were so awesome. It made everything so much easier to deal with.
Raw
Ryleigh was in John's corner. He was in the ring with Wade Barrett, the two involved in an intense match up. Ryleigh was desperately trying to keep her focus off of Wade, though she was finding it quite hard to do so.
The other members were eyeing her threateningly, as they were supposed to. Justin began walking over to her. She backed up against the barricade, not wanting to be near him. This distracted John from the match. He went to defend Ryleigh but was quickly attacked by the members of Nexus, while Wade focused his attention on the woman standing in front of him. Ryleigh was glaring at him.
"Why are you doing this?" she yelled at him.
But Wade didn't give her an answer. He just continued smiling menacingly, as he neared her. He stopped in front of her and leaned down towards her body. Ryleigh reached out, instinctively, and slapped him across the face.
Wade didn't realize exactly what was going on behind him. He was under the impression that John was getting his ass kicked. What he didn't know was that Randy Orton, R-Truth, John Morrison, Yoshi Tatsu and Mark Henry had come out to help John fight off the group of heels. This allowed John to sneak up behind Wade and use Ryleigh's slap as a distraction to pick him up for an Attitude Adjustment, which he completed perfectly. It didn't matter that it was outside of the ring, as the referee had already called the match in John's favor, due to the Nexus's interference.
John quickly pulled Ryleigh into a hug. She clung to him protectively, as the rest of the Nexus pulled Wade up and made their was up the ramp, retreating.
Raw ended with the stare down between John and Ryleigh and the hated leader of Nexus.
Everyone was headed backstage. Ryleigh was anxious to get to her locker room. She was ahead of everyone else, who were still socializing. She wanted to get her stuff and leave the arena as soon as she could, so she could spend some time with Stu, but not everyone was planning on being so accommodating.
George stepped out from around the corner and backed Ryleigh against the wall. She yelped in surprise.
"Holy shit," she breathed, bringing a hand to her chest, as her breathing became faster, as her body had reacted to the surprise. "George, what the hell are you doing here? Watch out, I'm not doing this."
"We need to talk," he spoke, his eyes on hers, the palms of his hands against the wall, on either side of the much smaller Ryleigh, blocking her from being able to go anywhere without him allowing her to.
"We really don't. Please, just get out of my way," she said.
He brought his body closer to hers. "No. You're going to shut your mouth and listen to me, and you're gonna listen good."
"George, cut it out!" Ryleigh demanded.
"No. You cut it out! Stop bitching and listen to me. You've obviously been making some really bad decisions lately, and I'm willing to forgive you and leave it in the past, if you quit the WWE and come home with me," he proposed his brilliant idea.
"Are you out of your mind? We're not together because I don't want to be with you," she told him. "I don't love you."
Fire flashed through his eyes. "Bullshit," he growled, bringing his face to hers. She actually began feeling slightly fearful of him.
"George, please, stop doing this," she begged him.
As luck would have it, PJ rounded the corner and saw what was going on between the former couple.
"Whoa…George, back up, man. Ryleigh, come here," he said, trying to be nonconfrontational.
"Fuck off," the taller man growled, turning to look at him.
"Man, come on. Stop doing this shit. You're acting like a psychopath," he tried to reason with him. PJ took a step closer, wanting to get Ryleigh out of this dangerous situation as quickly as possible. George pushed him away, and he stumbled back. "Fine." PJ walked away from the two.
"Oh. Would you look at that? Your little friend's a pussy and left you here. You see that, Ry? No one cares about you. No one but me."
Within a few moments, Stu rounded the corner. The second PJ said that Ryleigh was being cornered by George, he had one thing on his mind and one thing only, and that was getting the woman that he loved away from her crazy ex-fiancée. He was followed by John Cena, Randy Orton, John Morrison and the rest of Nexus. Stu immediately grabbed Geroge by the collar of his shirt and yanked him away from Ryleigh.
"Who in the bloody hell do you think you are that you can treat a woman like this? I don't ever want to see you threatening or disrespecting Ryleigh again because so help me God, I will make you suffer," Stu threatened.
George got in Stu's face. "Don't you dare fucking touch me, and who the fuck are you to tell me how to act towards Ryleigh? She was mine first, and she'll be mine again. So, don't you even try to play this knight in shining armor bullshit!" he yelled.
Ryleigh was immediately embraced by Barbie, who had come over, upon hearing the commotion, when she went looking for her boyfriend.
"If I ever see you put your hands on her again, I swear to God, I will break every bone in your entire body without so much as a second thought."
"I'll beat the fuck out of you right here, right now," George stupidly challenged.
Stu laughed bitterly to himself. "Do you honestly think that's a good idea? You've got no backup for yourself, while I've got all of my mates here, ready to kick the piss out of you," Stu pointed out.
"You and me, one on one. I promise that you might think you're some big tough wrestler, but I'll show you that you're nothing more than a joke."
"Are you kidding?" Stu asked in disbelief.
"No, I'm not fucking kidding."
"You sod, I was a professional fighter before I got involved in wrestling. I will tear you apart with no effort. I'm bigger than you, I'm faster than you, I'm smarter than you, and I'm sure as bloody hell a lot smarter than you, you pathetic waste of skin. Now, leave the woman I love the hell alone. I'm not going to put up with this again," Stu warned him, as the two men were nearly nose to nose at this point.
"Hey! You two get away from each other! Stu! Don't threaten George! He's my friend!" Layla screeched, storming down the hallway, finding it necessary to, once again, involve herself in a conflict that had nothing to do with her.
Justin was following behind Layla. "Fuck off, you troll!" he yelled.
The short half of LayCool stopped in her tracks and turned around. "Excuse you!" she yelled.
"You heard me, bitch. Don't make me hurt you."
"Boys can't hit girls!" she shot back.
"Lucky for me you're not a girl. You're a piece of shit!" he yelled.
All hell broke loose, as Justin and Layla got into a war of words, while Stu and George were about ready to pummel each other, though everyone knew that George wouldn't lay a finger on Stu with all of the support backing Stu.
"I can't believe this is happening," Ryleigh whispered. "This is all my fault."
"No, it isn't, Ry. This is George and Layla's fault," Barbie tried to reassure her.
"What the hell is going on back here?" Paul Levesque's voice boomed, as he rounded the corner, his hands on his hips, looking pissed off.
"Layla, why are you fighting with Ryleigh's assistant? And Stu, why are you fighting with Ryleigh's ex-boyfriend?" he questioned. Everyone immediately got silent. With Paul in charge backstage, it would not be considered a good thing that he had to break up a conflict, on his watch. "Somebody better answer me before things go downhill very quickly, for all of you involved."
"These douche bags had to get involved with a discussion between Ryleigh and myself," George finally spoke.
"Is that true?" Paul asked, looking at Ryleigh, who looked like she was just about ready to burst into tears.
"No," she replied. "George cornered me and was flipping out on me. PJ saw what was going on and tried to get George to leave me alone, but he wouldn't, and he pushed PJ. So, PJ got Stu and everyone, so that he would back off and leave me alone," she gave him a quick summary of what transpired.
"And then?"
"All hell broke loose. George was trying to pick a fight with Stu, who was just telling him to stay away from me. Layla came running over, and she and Justin started bickering because they don't get along because she's always picking fights with everyone," she continued to explain the events that had occurred.
Paul rubbed his hands over his face. "Okay. Layla, George, I want you to leave everyone alone with your big dramatic productions. You two have been causing enough trouble lately. Leave Ryleigh, Justin and Stu alone," he insisted. "And everyone, stay away from those two because if things get out of hand, I don't know who's going to get hurt, and I can't promise that there's anyone who will come out unscathed. I don't want to see any of this bullshit happen again," Paul warned. "Layla, George, I want the both of you to come with me right now," he demanded.
"I don't work for you," George shot back.
"Exactly, but you're in my playground now," he replied, raising an eyebrow. Both Layla and George walked toward the future WWE Hall of Famer, who led them away from everyone else, so that he could deal with them on his own.
Once the three were gone, everyone remained silent for a few moments. Ryleigh looked up and her eyes met with Stu's. She immediately was overcome with embarrassment with the situation. She looked away from the object of her affection.
Ryleigh turned around and walked away from everyone, without even thinking. She began jogging towards her locker room, as the tears began flowing out of her eyes. It was bad enough that her personal life was a complete mess, but to have her personal life cause problems in her professional life was something that Ryleigh was not prepared to deal with.
"Ryleigh, sweetheart, wait," Stu's voice called from behind her. He quickly caught up to her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her body tightly against him. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of worry and concern.
"No, I'm not. Stu…please, just let me go," she pleadingly asked him. He immediately let her go.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No…I just…I can't deal with all of this right now. I can't handle what's going on," she said, before finding the door to her room, opening, walking inside and shutting the door behind herself.
Stu stood there, feeling like he did something to cause this, even though she told him that he didn't. He felt a dull pain in the pit of his stomach, not wanting to lose probably the best thing that had ever happened to him.
"I'll talk to her," Justin spoke up, as he stood next to Stu. "I think she's just upset about what happened with George and that it became some big scene. Don't worry. Besides, Ryleigh adores you. You're safe," he said, trying to cheer the larger man up.
"I just want her to be okay."
"She'll be fine. I'll make sure, and if something's wrong, I'll make sure it gets fixed and that she talks to you, deal?"
Stu nodded. "Deal. Thanks, Justin. Just make sure she knows how much I really do care about her. She's everything to me. I was just trying to help her."
"I got this," he confidently said, before walking to Ryleigh's door and making his way inside, before closing the door behind himself.
Justin saw Ryleigh on the couch, crying in her hands. "Ry! What the hell are you crying for?" he asked, sounding surprised.
"Do you know how embarrassing that was?" she rhetorically asked. "Paul…Triple H…Vince McMahon's son-in-law had to get involved in this bullshit. He had to get involved in my personal problems because they're being exploited backstage, in front of everyone. That's mortifying, and I'm completely humiliated."
"There's no reason for you to feel that way. You did absolutely nothing wrong, and everyone out there knows that. Paul knows it," he tried to comfort her, taking a seat next to his best friend on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his body. She nuzzled her head into his chest, while he held her in his arms.
"But I feel like everyone is thinking that I came here and am causing all of this unnecessary drama, and I wish that none of this was happening. George is just trying to make my life a living hell."
"Don't let that asshole get to you. Everyone knows that you don't want this. They all know that you want nothing more than for George the douche to cut the shit and leave you alone already," he replied.
"All I've done here is cause a huge irritating conflict for Stu, and a huge scene for everyone to watch. Maybe I should just suck it up, quit and go back to being a model and actress and give up on the whole wrestling thing," she suggested.
"Are you kidding me? Why? Why the fuck would you let those twats win? That's stupid, Ryleigh, and you are not stupid," he firmly opposed her suggestion. "And what about Stu? He's out there, worried about you. He doesn't want you going anywhere, if he's not right by your side," he pointed out.
"He would be a lot better off without all the drama and the headaches that I've brought into his life," she breathed. "I've done nothing but cause problems for him, and he's just been so great to me."
"I guarantee that Stu would rather deal with this bullshit and have you here with him than to not deal with it without you," he stated. "That guy is absolutely crazy about you. And if you leave him, you will break his heart. And let's be fair here, you would rather be here with him than anywhere else on the planet." Ryleigh remained completely silent. "Am I right, Ry Ry?" he asked her.
"Yes," she spoke, her voice soft and still full of emotion.
"So, then quit your whining and get over it. I know this whole situation sucks because George the douche is…well, he's a douche, and Layla is just a fucking twat-faced troll, and I'm going to kick her ass."
"Justin, I know it's weird that I haven't really been around him for a long time, but there's something about Stu that I'm completely in love with. I mean…" She pulled away from him. "I think the world of him."
"I know you do, and I wish that you two would just suck it up and be together already," he said.
"I know…"
"So, why would you suggest leaving? That would just make everything so much worse for the both of you…and neither of you did anything wrong to have to suffer that way," he tried to reason with her.
Ryleigh shrugged. "I dunno."
"Promise me that you won't leave. Just let this stuff play out, and we'll figure it out. If we can't come up with a better solution, then, I'll have your back, and we'll leave," he bargained with her.
She considered his words for a few moments, before finally nodding her head. "Okay. That works."
Justin smiled. "Now, if you'd like, we can spend a quiet night in the hotel, ordering chick flicks on Pay-Per-View and getting lots of room service…especially ice cream. Or you can go bang the fuck out of Stu," he offered with a wink.
Ryleigh let a laugh escape her lips. "You're such a jackass," she teased. "I love you. Let's stay in tonight, just the two of us and relax."
"Alright. Works for me," he agreed. "But before we go, can you just give your man a hug? He's really worried about you, and I want him to know that everything's going to be okay with you."
"Okay. Where is he?"
"If I know that hot, studly Englishman as well as I think I do, he's still outside of your door waiting to make sure that you're good."
Ryleigh grinned. She stood up and walked over to the door opening it. As expected, Stu was standing there. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. He embraced her, in return.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah. I'll be fine," she replied. The two pulled apart, and he leaned in giving her a quick kiss to her lips. "I'm going to hang out with Justin tonight, if that's okay with you," she told him.
"Absolutely. Whatever makes you happy, doll. I just wanted to know that you were alright. I was really concerned. I hate it when you're not smiling and happy," he explained, giving her a small smile.
"I'm okay," she assured him.
"Good."
A/N: Yes, I know! It has been quite a long time since I updated! I had some writer's block, even though I knew where I was going with this, and I do know where I'm headed in the future chapters, but for whatever reason, it took a lot for me to get through writing this one. Hopefully the next chapter will be easier to get through. I am dedicating this chapter to msgemgem who's always asking about an update. I hope you enjoyed it my dear :o) Thank you to everyon who's still reading this, I know it has certainly been a while. As I said before, I'm hoping the next chapter isn't too far away, but I don't like to make any promises, just in case lol Anyways, I love you all! XoXoXoXoXo