TITLE: Biggest And The Best
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
CATEGORY: General
SUB-CATEGORY: General
RATING: PG to PG-13 for strong language.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you might receive.
GENRE: Wrestling ( WWE )
CAST: Marlena Russo-Cena OC, John Cena, Jason Reso, Chris Irvine, Randy Orton, WWE RAW roster. Some Smackdown! Stars, and Tom Edson OC
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. And I'm not really Vince Russo's daughter. Could you imagine? Rebecca/Marlena is credited to me, and Tom Edson is credited to my friend John. And new to the story, Marlena Russo's sister twin Candace is credited to my best friend in the ENTIRE world, Candace. :o) Also for reference Marlena's mother Alexandria is based on my mother how she was, I should say.All of this is fictional, I'm not really married to John Cena away from the ring God almighty a girl can wish. This is just a bizarre story to pass time away for me. Any and all comments are more than welcome, and always appreciated.
Note: For John's Flashback, it's the first person. Comments in quotes that are italic, are Marlena's questions, or inquiries, and Randy where mentioned. The only exception, is when John is recalling the altercation at the fight, that'll all be in quotes and such.
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Chapter Thirteen: The Paparazzi Pinnacle
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Marlena stood by the telephone, stun the only expression evident on her face. He was where? Did she hear him right? Jail? Candace was trying to get Marlena to snap out of whatever trance she was in, and thankfully, she did. She regained her mouth mobility enough to yell.
"You're WHERE?"
"Baby, just come pick me up…" John said, sighing into the receiver. "I promise I'll tell you everything…"
"You'd better…"
"Just bring my bail and I'll find a way to make it up to you."
"How much?"
"Twenty five G…"
"Twenty five thousand dollars! What in the FUCK did you do!"
"Bloodied up a Yankee…"
"Oh god…" Marlena told Candace to grab her a jacket, "I'll be right there…"
"Randy's waitin' here too… so yeah, I'll see you."
Marlena hung up the telephone with a slam as she took the jacket from Candace. Candace was trying to get a straight answer from Marlena as to what was wrong, but as she put on her jacket, she just shook her head.
"I really need to go, but can you stay here with Dorian?"
"Mom and dad are upstairs." Candace said, "Marlena…what's wrong?"
"John's in jail."
"What!"
"Let mom and dad know Dor's sleeping, and you and I will be right back. Don't give any details, say we're going to the store, or something."
While Marlena grabbed her keys, and walked out to the garage where her black customized Escalade sat, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black tee-shirt, wearing John's Boston Red Sox jacket. Candace ran out, wearing a pair of blue basketball shorts and a white tank top, slipping her Twins hoodie over her head. They drove to Boston, and all the while - Candace was asking questions.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know. But all I know, is I need to get John out of jail…"
"Did he say why he was in there?"
"Just that he bloodied up a Yankee…"
"You don't think…"
"I don't know what to think, Candace."
The drive was only interrupted by the sound of "Helena (so long & goodnight)" by My Chemical Romance blaring from the speakers, an album "Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge", Marlena had just bought being home. They arrived at the Boston Police Department, and Marlena got out after ripping the keys from the ignition. She walked into the Police Department, and saw Randy sitting there, on his cell phone.
Randy quickly hung up the telephone as Marlena and Candace walked in, and he stood up. Marlena walked over to the front desk, as Candace walked over to Randy. They were talking as Marlena was getting information from the receptionist.
"I'm here to see John Cena."
"Who might you be miss?" the receptionist asked, as Marlena stared blankly at her.
"I'm Marlena Russo, John's wife…"
The only time she didn't say she was a Cena; was when she was pissed off beyond belief. Especially, at John. Randy and Candace both picked up on that…
The receptionist introduced herself as Deputy Tracy Oberlander, and apologized to Marlena for not knowing. Deputy Oberlander lead Marlena, Randy, and Candace into the holding cells, where John was sitting on one of the benches in one, with Derek yelling things at John from across the aisle. Deputy Oberlander smacked the bars with her baton, glaring at Derek.
"Anytime, Mister Jeter, you can stop this nonsense. The inmates are tryin' to sleep."
"Fuck off, tramp." Derek hissed at her, but when he noticed Marlena, his face broke into a smile. "Hey baby! You coming to pick me up? I knew I cou-"
"Go to hell, Derek." Marlena glared at him, as John stood up from the bench, his hands wrapping around the bars. "John, I'm getting you out of here."
"I owe you big time, baby girl…"
"Ms. Russo, all you have to do is sign these papers, and file for bail." Tracy instructed her, and Marlena took the pen from her. "I really am sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am. Mister Cena shouldn't even be here."
"Do tell me," Marlena started as she signed her name. "Why is he here?"
"The fight that broke out at 'Ground Zero' was, to my knowledge, not John's fault." Tracy explained, "I'm sure he'll let you know more when you leave. When police arrived, it was Derek who was continuing. Because Cena had been served alcoholic beverages, though, we brought him in just for booking and questioning."
"Yeah…" her attention shifted to John as she pulled out her checkbook. "What's the damage again, Tracy?"
"For Cena's bail, twenty five thousand, ma'am. We'll accept bond or-"
"Cash." Marlena said quickly, as she ripped the check out of the book. Handing it to Tracy, she looked back at Derek. "How much for him?"
"One hundred thousand because he was the instigator in the brawl, ma'am."
"He can just sit there…"
--
Leaving the police department, John was still quiet. Randy was telling Candace vague details of what happened at the club, while Marlena was striding full pace toward her vehicle. John grabbed her arm as he jogged to catch up with her, but she pulled her arm away from him, looking extremely furious.
"You introduced yourself to her as Russo?" John inquired, finally getting the opportunity to question it -- but Marlena was livid.
"You god damned right I did! NOW what the fuck happened, Johnathan!" she yelled, as Randy and Candace stepped back, both expecting her to spit fire. "I want answers and I want them now! Twenty Five Grand says I deserve it!"
"You do deserve it." he said, raising his hands defensively. "Can we get in the car though, first? I don't want everyone and their mother knowing our business…"
"Fine." Marlena said, impatiently. "Get in the fucking car."
Marlena, Candace, Randy and John filed into the car respectively, as she turned to face the boys who were in the back seat. She still looked beyond angry, as she looked at Randy. Randy leaned back against the seat, trying to avoid her if she threw anything at him. Fists included. Candace was even back in her seat to avoid it. She had never seen Marlena so angry. To recent memory…
"I thought we said keep each other OUT OF TROUBLE!"
"It was Jeter's fault! I swear to fucking GOD it wasn't John!" Randy said defensively, as Marlena narrowed her eyes at him. "I swear on my life, on my family, and on my Ferrari it was NOT John's fault…"
Marlena sighed softly as sat in her seat, shaking her head. She pulled the checkbook from the Red Sox jacket pocket, and opened it up. Turning on the overhead light, she wrote "BAIL" in large letters beside the written '$25,000' withdrawal slip. She threw the checkbook down on the seat next to her, looking back at John.
"I want details, and I want them five minutes ago…"
"I'll tell you everythin'…" John said, "I'm so sorry…"
"Don't apologize if you had nothing to do with it." Marlena said edgily. "If in fact, Derek was in the full wrong, why are you apologizing?"
"Because I just put a damper on your checking account…"
"No you didn't. That was nothing." She said, "And if you show up for the court appearance I get it back, so we're even…"
"She's calming down, man." Randy said, "Tell her what's up."
"Yeah, I'd even like to know…" Candace said quietly.
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Late Night Throwback: John's Flashback
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We were sitting at 'Ground Zero', and at the time I was talking to Tito. You remember the cool bartender at GZ, the big dude with the eyebrow ring?
"Yeah. I remember Tito."
Yeah, well I felt like someone was staring at me, so I glanced over. There was your darlin' Derek, staring a hole right through me. What I tried to ignore was the fact Stephanie was with him.
"Millar? That whore?"
Yeah, her. I told Randy, to get on up - we were takin' off. Was going to head down to Mike's Place, get some box scores, have a couple drinks, someplace quiet where there wouldn't be an asshole buggin' on me. Well we were heading toward the door when Derek grabbed a hold of my arm.
"Where you headin', man?" he asked me, and Stephanie stood behind Derek. Acting all coy, the little bitch. "I mean, the party's just startin' pal!"
"Leavin' this joint." I said, "My boy and I are hittin' the clubs."
"Aww, come on, stick around!"
I knew he was drinking, you could smell it on his breath. He was drunk off his ass, and Stephanie was sober. She was whispering something to Derek, thinking I wouldn't hear it. She was saying to just take a jab, since he wanted something and she wanted something. I hate to tell you this, baby, but your boy was backstabbing you with someone you hate to get you back.
Later on found out that Stephanie was trying to use Derek to get me back. Randy overheard her as I was hauled off with Derek, that the only reason she was with him was to get back at me. Derek wants you back, and he's not being shy about it, either.
But things got heated when Derek put his hand in my face, and started shoving me. 'Come on, have a drink!' he said to me, but threw a glass of beer in my face. He spilled most of it on the floor, but I was just going to walk away. I didn't need to fight, ya know? I get paid to do that.
"You don't deserve Marlena." he said to me, as he slammed the glass down on the floor, shattering it between us. "You've never deserved her."
"You best watch that mouth of yours, man." I warned him, "That's my wife you're talkin' about."
"Big deal, asshole." He said, "I had her first. And you know what? If I can't have her, you sure as hell won't."
And that's when he punched me in the face. Randy tried breaking things up by standing between us, and he was shoved out of the way by Derek. He knocked Randy over a table, as he lunged at me. He went to punch me again, but I ducked, and nailed him in the stomach with a shoulder, sending him over a table. Broke it up pretty good. Eye for an eye, you know?
"Yeah…I get that. Are you okay, Randy?"
"Yep… I'm fine. No harm done." Well, I didn't want to bug out you know? So I stepped back. I wiped off my lip, which he had busted open, no big deal. But he picked up a beer bottle and tried lunging at me with that, but I picked up a chair, and he nailed the chair with the bottle, breaking it into a bunch of pieces all over. I yelled to Tito to call the 5-0, because we had an out-of-control New Yorker on the block. He called the cops, but while they were taking their sweet time to get there is when the fight turned to a brawl.
Randy was trying to pull me back, but when Derek brought you back into it, saying how he had you first, he had you when you were a good girl… a sweet girl… and getting detailed of sexual nature, I lost my temper.
"He did that…?"
"I can vouch. He was saying how you used to have something pierced a-" "Shut up, Randy…" I cold cocked him with a right hand, and threw him to the floor, but he grabbed a piece of glass, and sliced at me. He grazed my arm, which Deputy Oberlander bandaged up for me at the police department during questioning. Randy was a witness, Tito was a witness, and there were a few bystanders who stood up for me saying that Derek started it. When the cops showed up, I was standing back, holding my arm as Derek quickly dropped the glass, but was coming to lunge at me again. The cops cuffed him and dragged him out, I walked out on my own and was cooperative. That's why Deputy Oberlander said I shouldn't even have been there.
"What happened after that? Questioning and all?"
Derek was still throwing a fit at the precinct, which is why he was thrown into holding. I answered questions about whether I was drinking, which I said straight up, I had a couple beers with Randy. Nothing as potent as what Jeter was sippin'. I took a blood alcohol test, so they could verify I was within the legal limit, and that I wasn't drunk claiming self defense. When that all checked out, Tracy asked me to go into the holding cell I was in when you got here, just to cool off and that I could call you.
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End John's 'Throwback' Flashback
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"Are you going to be facing jail time?" Marlena asked, as John shook his head.
"No, the self defense contention has been sent and I just have to be there to testify to what happened. It's tomorrow anyway, since they can't hold Jeter in Boston when he has a game."
"They're LETTING him play!"
"They can't." Candace said, "No way."
"I was told by Tracy that he's as good as suspended for what he did. He'll be risking jail time as well as suspension from the Yankees organization."
Marlena shook her head. It was a lot to take in, especially with what she was told about Derek using the one person she hated with all of her being, to get back at her. Stephanie probably wouldn't even show up for the court appearance the next day to 'defend her man', Jeter. Marlena knew if she saw her, though, it was on.
"I'm sorry that I was so pissed." Marlena said quietly, as John shook his head.
"Nah, don't sweat it." He said, brushing his hand against her cheek. "Everything will be as good as settled tomorrow. I swear you'll get your cash back." He smiled at her, and Marlena laughed softly.
"I really don't care about the money, as long as you're okay…"
"For a baseball player, he's got a bad assed right hand." John admitted, "But I'll be all right. More than I can say for him, though."
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Thursday, the next morning, ESPN was plastered with reports of 'Late Night Boston Brawl' involving New York Yankees shortstop Derek Jeter, and World Wrestling Entertainment RAW superstar, John Cena. The cause of the fight remained undisclosed, but as SPORTSCENTER came on the air for 11 O'clock eastern standard time that morning, it was all over. With hosts Stuart Scott and Scott Van Pelt, the two announcers lead right into the story.
"Late last night in Boston, it wasn't just the Red Sox people were talking about." Stuart started, "Local World Wrestling Entertainment superstar John Cena, and New York Yankees all-star shortstop Derek Jeter got into one for the ages, and I don't mean the World Series."
"It would have been the World Series of late night fights. Muhammad Ali, stand back, the champs are here." Scott added, "It was Wrestlemania twenty-something last night at a local downtown club in Beantown, where our correspondent Jim Grey is on hand."
The scene opened up where Jim Grey was standing outside of the closed down for the day Ground Zero, with a microphone in his hand. There were people passing by in the background, as Scott and Stuart were on hand to ask the questions.
"Good morning Scott and Stuart, I'm standing outside of Ground Zero, a fairly famous club here in Boston." Jim said, "The location of the talked about brawl where Sports Entertainment met baseball for round one."
"Now Jim, is there any word of what kind of punishment is being dished out to these two for that fight?" Stuart asked, as Jim shook his head.
"Not yet, Scott. Right now, as we speak, court is in session at Boston's City Hall, where Michelle Tafoya is standing by."
Once again, scene switched to the court house, where ESPN correspondent Michelle Tafoya was standing near the doors of the court room.
"Thanks Jim. Right now, I'm outside of the courthouse where inside, Boston's Honorable Judge Carter Hemmingway is about to render a decision regarding the fight last night in Boston's "Ground Zero" after-hours club. Allegedly, Jeter went into court representing himself, while John Cena hired Long Island/Manhattan attorney Patricia Russo, the cousin of his wife, WWE Raw Diva Marlena Russo-Cena."
Inside the courtroom Jeter was found guilty of assault in the first degree and attempted manslaughter in the second degree. He was fined five hundred thousand dollars as well as whatever fine and or punishment handed out by the New York Yankees organization. John Cena was fined one hundred thousand dollars for disorderly conduct, with no other suspension threatened.
As they were walking out of the courtroom, Patricia Russo stood with her client John Cena, his wife Marlena Russo-Cena, as well as RAW Superstar Randy Orton and the fiancée of Minnesota Twins fielder/Designated Hitter Lew Ford, Candace Russo. Michelle Tafoya caught up with Cena, who was heading toward the exit.
"Mister Cena, do you have a moment?"
John stopped, and looked at Michelle. The small group walked over, as Jeter was escorted by police out of the courtroom, yelling obscenities toward the wrestling superstar despite cameras rolling. This wouldn't look good for him.
"John, what do you think of the judge's ruling here?"
"I can't say I object." John said, "I think justice was served here, and I don't really have a problem with a fine. I mean, I did throw a couple rights and lose my cool."
"Miss Russo, do you have anything to say in regard to your client?"
"I think John held his temper well enough to escape with such a slim fine." Patricia Russo commented, "It's still very hard to believe that someone as respected as Derek Jeter could blow off the handle and cause such a commotion in a city that already hates him, and his team. I imagine this just added to it. But I have to say this. Save it for the ring, Derek. You obviously can't lay the Smackdown in or out of a courtroom…"
The scene faded back to the SportsCenter studios with Stuart and Scott, who were both sitting there waiting for their cue. Upon receiving it, Stuart shook his head. Scott laughed a little bit, a little shocked.
"I have to agree with John Cena's legal representative. Who would cause such a big stir in a city that already hates the ground you walk on? I wouldn't."
"I wouldn't either, but you know what Scott?" Stuart said, "I would hate to be Derek Jeter when George Steinbrenner starts dishing out the punishment. I never say I'd hate to be him! But right now, I would! George Steinbrenner is the kind of man who can not STAND bad publicity. And that's exactly what Jeter is letting his emotions get on behalf of the Yankees. BAD. PUBLICITY."
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Marlena was more relaxed as they got home after the hearing. Derek Jeter was on his way down to the Tampa Bay complex for the Yankees to have a hearing with the organization, which would decide just how severe his punishment would be. It would be announced later that night on ESPN, and there was a restraining order placed on the Cena's that Jeter had to stay at least five hundred feet away from them at all times. Dorian, John, and naturally - Marlena. That wouldn't set well with the shortstop.
Vince Russo, John's father-in-law, forked over John's fine money for the state of Massachusetts that same afternoon. After hearing about what happened, and how Derek had betrayed his daughter's trust, all respect that Russo had for Jeter had been abandoned. He paid for John's fine and promised that if he had any fines within the WWE for the actions the night before, they would be covered as well. It just so happened that the same afternoon Vince McMahon called John, to CONGRATULATE him for getting the WWE on ESPN, and breaking them into the spotlight more so. He didn't get fined, he was rewarded by the boss. The public wouldn't know, though, as that was to be one of the few secrets between a superstar and the boss.
Another call came through, from Lew Ford. He had heard about the fight and got worried, knowing that Candace was WITH The Cena's, and assumed she was at the nightclub with John, having thought Marlena would be with him, too. Marlena was on the phone with Lew while Candace was playing with Dorian in the downstairs playroom, and John was on the new PS2 with Randy, playing Madden.
"No, Lew. Everything's fine. I promise." Marlena said, "John just got banged up is all. He was out with his best friend Randy. Candace and I were here watching you guys on ESPN."
"Oh." Lew smiled to himself, "Good, I'm glad you're both okay."
"We are. I promise. Would I lie to my future brother-in-law?" She asked, giggling to herself as Lew was obviously blushing. You could hear it in his voice.
"I- I well I hope not…"
"Aww, Lew, you're stuttering…" Marlena laughed softly, "That's adorable."
"Y-yeah, well, it's still strange for me to know I'm marryin' her. I'm really happy."
"Hey Lew Lew, who you talking to?" Marlena heard on the other end, someone talking to Lew.
"Candace's sister, J-Man." Lew said, before his attention shifted back to the phone call. "Sorry, someone was talkin' to me."
"No worries hon, I know you're busy."
"Yeah, we're just gettin' ready for our game tonight." Lew said, before he was interrupted again.
"She wasn't there was she? Is she okay?"
"She's fine."
"Who is that?" Marlena asked, laughing softly. "Do they think it's Candace or something?"
"No, he knows who it is. It's Justin."
"Oh…" Marlena smiled softly, "That's okay then."
"You wanna talk to him?"
"Oh, no Lew - I couldn't possibly…"
"Here."
Marlena bit her lip as she started walking down toward the basement. A strange voice came on the phone to her, and there was a nervousness to their voice, while Marlena masked her own nervousness with confidence.
"Hello?"
"Hi there." Justin replied, "I um…you and I didn't get a chance to meet at the game but I'm Justin Morneau…"
"Hey, what's up? I'm Marlena, Candace's sister."
Marlena made it downstairs and she was waving to Candace. She mouthed something, and Candace couldn't understand her. She then wrote out "Justin is on the phone!" onto a piece of paper, and Candace shrieked with a giggle.
"JUSTIN!" she yelled, as Marlena laughed softly.
"Candace says hi."
"How does she know I'm on the phone?" Justin asked quietly, laughing a little, as Marlena smirked.
"The girl knows all, darlin'. I'm telling you."
"You're telling me…" Justin grumbled, "She's always warning me to be careful. And she doesn't like the fact I've had five concussions and I'm twenty-three."
"Yeah, she's always telling me of all people to be careful." Marlena said, "It's kind of strange really. I've been wrestling around since I was seven. If not younger! Pro for almost 5 years. We're the same age yet she tries to mother me."
"That's why Lew likes her so much, because he needs a mommy figure."
Marlena and Justin both laughed at the comment as Lew protested in the background. They agreed that the next Twins game Marlena attended, that they had to meet up and exchange numbers just to talk. Marlena thought he was cool, and Justin's crush was only further bona fide.
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Later that night, Marlena was flipping through channels in the living room as John, sat next to her on the couch, Dorian sleeping with his legs and body in John's lap and his head in Marlena's lap where she was stroking his hair, Candace sat in the recliner with Randy, half asleep as she leaned her head against his shoulder, and Vince and Alexandria were there as well.
Alexandria was in the kitchen making dinner for the 'hoard' sitting in the living room, Vince included, as Vince grabbed the remote from his daughter. Marlena looked at him confused, as John chuckled softly. Vince sat down next to Marlena, and she looked over and up at him.
"What the hell gives, old man?" she asked, laughing softly as he turned it to the YES Network, to "Mike And The Maddog", sports talk radio.
"I want to see if they've talked about that jackass yet." Vince said, in reference to Jeter. Marlena resisted smirking.
"I bet they did." She said, shrugging slightly. "Who knows, right?"
After sitting through the sports talk show about soccer, minor league baseball, the upcoming football season, the Mets… finally, something came up. It was under Major League Baseball talk, more specifically Yankees. The title on the corner of the screen read "Jeter Suspended For Off Field Fiasco".
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"It's out of Derek Jeter's mind frame." Mike Francesa argued, "He's not the kind of guy to do that crap."
"He was arrested, Mike!" Chris "The Mad Dog" Russo retaliated. "Cuffed, and spent the night in jail. He did it, and even Joe Torre has expressed how disappointed he is in Derek's composure at that after hours club."
"Why do you think it was premeditated though? That, makes no sense to me at all. AT…ALL."
"WHY was Derek in Boston on the off day, going to Tampa Bay, Florida to play the Devil Rays, anyway?" The Mad Dog further made his point, "You do the math, Massachusetts is no Florida. Why was he there, Mike? There was a plan there, to jump that kid Cena. It was premeditated. Jeter, Mister New York, was in the wrong. ENOUGH, said."
Later on in the show, there was "On The Phone, With Joe Torre". Mike, Chris, and Joe were talking about the team, but more specifically the severity of the penalty against Jeter.
"I obviously am torn in this whole ordeal with Derek Jeter," Joe Torre said, "I've been asked questions all day about it, having to play up and make excuses for Derek's situation..."
"Do you, knowing Jeter the way you do, think the whole ordeal was intentional, Joe?"
"I honestly can't say for sure, Mike." Joe said truthfully, "I never in a million years would have expected Derek to take out his aggression on a bystander like that. I don't get it, to be frank with you. This whole ordeal is way out of my jurisdiction."
"Do you think it could have been intentional?"
"It's entirely possible, Chris. Derek, during his suspension, will be going to anger management classes, as well as therapy."
"Just how long is Jeter on the bench?"
"By what Mister Steinbrenner ordered, it's the maximum penalty for his crime. 6 on-season months, not counting the post-season, which he's banned from as well."
"So with there being three months left…"
"He's suspended for the rest of this season, post season and all - but that's off the record as far as his suspension months go, and three months at the beginning of next season. He's also under surveillance as he may be facing anywhere from six to eight weeks in jail for his crime, to be served in Massachusetts."
"Thank you, Coach Torre."
"Anytime, Mike, Chris. I'll speak with you tomorrow."
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Marlena's mouth was agape, as Vince punched his fist into his palm, a sadistic smile on his face. Even John was shocked. Vince nodded his head as Candace eyed him, Randy looked a little nervous, and Alexandria leaned against the doorframe from the kitchen to the sitting room.
"Serves that fucker right." Vince said, "I would have revoked his god damned contract! But I digress, six months and jail? Good enough for me."
"Wow, dad…" Marlena started, "I'd have never believed you so into baseball…"
John laughed a little as he kissed Marlena's cheek, and the two decided to bring Dorian to bed. After tucking Dorian in bed, they left his room, and as Marlena was going to walk downstairs, John put his arms around her waist, turning her around to face him. She put her arms around his neck, and looked up at him, smiling softly.
"What?"
"Nothing." He said, smiling a little. "I'm glad everything is sorted though…"
"I bet it's nice to know my dad's on your side, too." She said quietly, and he nodded.
"Yeah, that's a damn good thing." he said, "I never thought he'd turn away from his loyalty to Jeter… especially after he asked you if you were ever going to go back to him…"
"And I said never. Didn't I?" John nodded to her comment. "It's true. I'd never go back to him when I love you this much."
"We should go down to dinner…" John said, smiling lightly as he looked down at her, and she smiled back at him.
"Yeah."
"Your mom would be real pissed if we didn't…"
"I know."
"Let's go."
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The next few days past fairly quickly. They were on the road Friday, heading to Burlington, Vermont for their house show from the Burlington Memorial Auditorium. They did their show, and then Marlena and John went to Baltimore with Candace for the third game of the series between the Twins and The O's. John had donned his Torii Hunter throwback, as Candace had set Marlena up with a number 27 jersey shirt, a Justin Morneau jersey shirt, that went perfectly with her dark blue jeans and her hair up under a TC Minnesota Twins cap. They arrived at the park in late afternoon, about an hour before game time.
Candace lead the pair of them to the visitors clubhouse, where Twins manager Ron Gardenhire greeted Candace with a smile and a hug. Candace introduced John and Marlena to "Gardy", who was more than welcoming. Marlena put her hands in her back pockets as they walked into the locker room, and upon seeing Candace, Lew got up from the sofa where he was playing a game with Torii Hunter.
"Candace!" Lew exclaimed, as Candace ran up to him, jumping into his arms with a smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hey Lew Lew." Candace giggled, kissing him. "I missed you."
"Oh god, I'm gonna be sick…" Marlena joked, smirking as Torii gave her a smile.
"They do this a lot." Torii said, mocking an eye roll. "You get sick of it. I swear, diva. It's disgusting."
"Don't I know it." Marlena grinned, as Candace pouted.
"Shut up, Torii! I don't insult you when you and Katrina get kissie kissie!"
"Hey now!" Torii raised his hand, "I happen to be married to that beautiful woman, thank you, Candace!"
"Hey, you must be Marlena."
She turned around quickly, but she was greeted by a rare smile from a certain tall first baseman named Justin Morneau. She smiled, nodding her head as she extended her hand to him. John picked up conversation with Torii, which, ended up with Torii signing John's jersey.
"Yeah, you must be Justin."
"That's me." He said, gesturing toward the shirt. "Nice shirt…"
"Don't I know it." Marlena beamed a smile at him, "Apparently, it's the shirt of a really good first baseman. Totally cute too." Marlena resisted giggling to herself as Justin was doing his best to hide a blush.
"Yeah, I hear that number 27 is a real corker… a bit of a dork, though…"
"Yeah, that Justin Morneau is a tool." Number 7, catcher Joe Mauer commented, laughing to himself as he was lacing up his shoes.
"Shut up, Mauer." Justin said, as Marlena smiled.
"Well I think Morneau is a swell kinda guy. So you just hush it, Mauer."
"Ooh… I like her." Joe grinned to himself, "She's got spunk."
"She could so kick your ass, too." Candace commented, laughing as Marlena just nodded her head surely.
"It's true, ya know."
--
After the game, which the Twins won 5-2, Marlena and John headed to Montreal, to spend the weekend in one of Marlena's favorite cities. The host of RAW, and of course, the host city of one of the call ups for the $500,000 dollar diva search. They were getting ready for RAW that night, and Adam walked in, grinning ear to ear as he walked into the back of the Bell Centre in Montreal.
Marlena was in the process of a phone call as her makeup and wardrobe was tended to, John was preparing for his match against Eddie Guerrero, Rebecca had a one-on-one match with Victoria for the Women's Title, Molly Holly was bringing Chris Jericho to the ring for his match against Edge, and of course there was Rebecca's BIG surprise for Tom Edson. What a night it was shaping out to be.
Adam's reason for happiness, was he had spent the weekend in Toronto instead of Montreal, but with whom he spent it would shock those spectators. Trish Stratigias. Nobody thought Adam would ever move on after two failed marriages and linking to a fellow WWE diva, but was this a sign of things to come? Quite possibly.
John and Randy were sitting in the backstage area, explaining to everyone who wanted to know what happened, what happened that night in Boston. Adam was especially interested, and swapped stories with the boys about his weekend with Trish. They just played pool, watched movies, and got lost in "Clue" over conversation. But as Adam was keeping things straight up, Trish was talking to Marlena, a visiting Candace, Nora Greenwald, and Stacy about it.
"I don't know…" Trish started, shaking her head. "There's something about Adam that's so, awesome."
"It's because he's Canadian." Stacy commented with a giggle, as Nora just smiled.
"No, it's because Adam is a bad boy. You've always been attracted to bad boys!"
"That's not true." Trish tried to fib, as Marlena rolled her eyes.
"What about Andrew Martin, hmm?" Stacy rolled her eyes with his mention, as everyone just really referred to him as 'Oh, Test, right.' "I recall hearing plenty of stories about you and him."
"He's a dirt bag." Stacy said, "And he's Canadian!"
"It's a bad boy Canadian thing." Candace said, as Trish just shook her head.
"No. I guess I just think he's special, is all."
"In that short yellow school bus kind of way? Or in that 'Eugene' way?" Marlena questioned, causing Trish to laugh a little. "Come on, Trish, give the details. Special how? Do you have feelings for him or something?"
"I don't know." Trish said, leaning back in her chair. "I think I do."
"OH man… this is better than you crushing on Randy!" Nora said, as Stacy glanced at Trish.
"You had a crush on Randy?"
"Who hasn't?" Marlena asked, "Besides me, who - as long as I've known Randy Keith Orton, have been married, thank you."
"Relax. It was nothing." Trish said, "I wasn't going to act on it, so just chill okay?"
"I'm not upset." Stacy said, "Really."
There was no denying, that Stacy had issues with other women finding Randy attractive. In fact, it was no difference in her circle of friends. After her relationship with Andrew Martin, Test, she was picky about Randy. The girls were trying to help her realize, she was dating one of the hottest bachelors under thirty in wrestling. Apparently Stacy hadn't got that yet. Either way, the leggy blonde was being very stubborn about the entire situation.
--
It was less than an hour before showtime that Vince McMahon approached Marlena, who was in the S.E.X locker room, then, on the phone with her father. Telling him she'd call him after the show, Marlena hung up the phone, smiling at Vince.
"It's good to see you, Vince. How are you?"
"I'm doing very good, thank you. You? I know you had quite the dramatic past few days."
"I'm fine." Marlena said, "Anxious to get rowdy tonight, though." She smiled, "Have you made any decisions in regard to my mother?"
"I have. If we don't play her as General Manager if the board decides Bischoff has general managed his last RAW, then she will definitely be an Elite Alliance supporter. I've gone over all of the details with your family's lawyers, her contract is just awaiting her signature, which I can get if she comes down to Stamford this week sometime possibly?"
"Oh, of course, I'll bring her myself." Marlena said, "It is going to be generally weird to have her traveling with us. But the only thing, sir, is I don't know what to do with my son right now."
"You're not keen on him traveling, are you?"
"Well, it's not even that." Marlena seemed thoughtful, before shaking her head. "You know what? I think it really is about time to have Dorian on the road. Since I rarely do house shows, I can take him from RAW's on Monday back to Massachusetts."
"The only time I'll schedule you for house shows is when it's required. I'll give you the Shawn Michaels treatment as far as house shows are concerned..." Vince smiled as Marlena laughed softly. "I just want you to know that your being on RAW has done tremendous for ratings. I'm happy I was approached with your contract when I was."
"I appreciate the kind words, Vince."
"You've really become quite like the daughter of mine," Vince said, "Hence the reason I'm so protective of you. And another reason I've made you the spokes model for our Holiday in Iraq tour."
"W-what?"
"You're the face that will be ushering in the holiday in Iraq trip. I've cleared it with my board of directors, Stephanie thinks it's brilliant, and Shane is naturally elated. They both think very highly of you as well."
"Thank you, Vince. It means a lot to me to know you have that kind of trust in what I can do for this company."
"Just keep up the good work, and I think we'll be just fine. And here people think I'm only nice to you because I've known you since you were sixteen…"
"Well I'd hope to GOD there was more to it!" Marlena laughed softly as Vince smiled, chuckling a little as well.
--
Showtime was edging closer, and Marlena had decided that she was keeping on her wedding band for RAW. She was tired of caring about what the fans thought of her being married to John. After all, any one of them who watched ESPN knew, when they saw her walking out of the courtroom with him, and was announced as Marlena Russo-Cena, they all knew she was married to him. Who cared? That wasn't wrestling, that was entirely her personal life.
Oh, right, in wrestling as a pro in a family like the Russo's? You don't exactly have a personal life.
While Marlena stored her engagement ring in the locker room after deciding on just wearing the wedding band, she was all set for showtime. She was pacing, thinking exactly how to tackle things on the microphone in regard to Trish Stratus's injury, how she felt about it, and naturally her huge surprise for Edson. She hadn't yet seen Tom Edson, but knew he was there. She knew this was a big night for her. And smiling to herself, there was a knock at the door.
"Five minutes, Marlena!"
"Thanks, Troy!"
She called out to the stagehand, as she regained her composure. Ready to knock the Montreal fans on their keisters, she grabbed her title, and started out toward the entrance way for RAW.
A/N: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWEE! Ya'll bored yet:-D Hope you're still enjoying. Comment, please, comment! I'm giving you Christmas, you give me Christmas! Holla at me. -M.S