A/N: Okay, first I want to thank WhitneySheree, Mew of Fire, wades wife, Sonib89, and LilHellin for the reviews. I really appreciate it guys.

Second, I'm going off my outline again. I don't even know why I make those things, I've made two for this story, I lost one, found it, got rid of it because I didn't like it, made a new and now I'm not using it. Anyways, that's not really important. . .

Chapter 14

Episode 5: Aftermath

Aweeessomme . . . I Came to play there's a price to pay, time for you to get down on your knees and pray . . .

Mike ignored the boos from the crowd as he made his way down to the ring. He had asked to give the announcement about Emma. He still felt terrible she was lying in that hospital bed. He missed her, a lot more than he wanted to admit. The red-head had brought him back to life and now she was missing. He climbed into the ring and spun the microphone he was holding in his hand. He looked out into the crowd than at the camera. He hoped that Emma was watching.

"I have an announcement to make. I'm sure, all of you know what happened last week, in my falls count anywhere match against my Rookie Emma" he motioned to the large screen above the entrance ramp where they were rolling the footage from the previous week. He watched as he botched the moonsault, as Emma's head hit the pavement, and as he backed away in horror, screaming for a medic. He bit his lip as he watched the clip. It wasn't a pretty sight. When the cameras were back on him he continued. "Emma Garrett was rushed to a local emergency room. She is going to be okay, but she will be unable to finish competing in NXT. It is unsure when she will return, if at all. Now, because, Emma is gone and is no longer able to compete, the other pros and I have decided, we will not have the first elimination. Emma will not be joining the competition again, so we are now down to five divas, who will be competing for a WWE contract. Thank you." He dropped the microphone and left the arena.

Mike walked backstage and into his dressing room. He sighed and sat on the leather couch. He was glad Kevin wasn't there yet, he needed a minute alone. He turned on the monitor in front of him to watch the rookies wrestle. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket when it began to vibrate.

He looked at the screen. Text Message Emma-Leigh. He smiled and clicked View Now.

Nice Speech boss man ~xxxEmma.

He smiled and chuckled and hit reply.

Thanks. How are you feeling, it's pretty dull around here without you.

He held his phone and waited for a reply. He quickly tapped View Now when it vibrated.

Hey Mike, sorry I'm running late, I'll be to the arena in about ten minutes –Kevin.

He sighed, not only had he hoped it was Emma, he wasn't looking forward to seeing his manager. The night they left the hospital Kevin had given him a long lecture about how he needed to forget about Emma. He said she wasn't good for him, and she would only hurt him. Mike had tried to ignore Kevin at first, he knew he was only trying to help, but he pushed him too much and Mike had blown up. Things had been awkward ever since.

Okay Kev. I'll see you when you get here.

His phone vibrated again. He tapped the screen and smiled.

Awe. Color me flattered! I'm okay, start therapy tomorrow; hopefully I can come back sooner rather than later, as long as Vince decides to keep me. ~xxxEmma

He hadn't even thought about the chance that McMahon might release her from her contract or send her back to Florida. That thought made him sick. Things were just starting to look like they would go right, if that happened it would all fall apart. He would have to talk to Vince; he had to make sure Emma came back.

Don't worry about that Princess; I don't think you are going anywhere. McMahon would be crazy to let you go.

He leaned back and watched Megan and Sarah wrestle. Megan was the next best in the ring after Emma, but she didn't have the mic skills. They would have to put her in a group with a manager if she was chosen to win. She would be the best choice because she wouldn't need the training the other Rookies would need. His cell vibrated again and he opened the text.

Boss man, what did I tell you about calling me Princess? ~xxxEmma

He laughed.

I don't know, what did I tell you about calling me boss man?

It only took a couple minutes for a reply.

Absolutely nothing ~xxxEmma

He laughed again. He wanted desperately for her to be there. He wanted to ask her out, but he thought that was something he should do in person, not via text message.

I miss you Princess. Can I please call you Princess; you do act like one sometimes.

He waited for her reply.

You, Michael Mizanin can call me whatever you please. ~xxxEmma

He smirked. He wanted to type, "whatever I please, so I can call you my girlfriend?" but he stopped himself. It seemed too corny and pathetic.

Then I guess you can call me boss man.

Kevin opened the door and walked into the dressing room. Mike looked his way but didn't say anything. "Hey Mike." Kevin said as he sat on the arm of the sofa. "How did the speech go?" he asked. "It really sucks that Emma got hurt. . ."

Mike gave him a dirty look. "Don't even act like you care Kevin, you made it perfectly clear how you feel about Emma."

"Mike, I do care, I might not think it's a good idea for you to be with her but that doesn't mean I want to see her in a hospital bed. . ."

"Shut up Kevin, I don't want to hear you say anything about Emma. What happens between Emma and I is exactly that, between Emma and I."

His friend looked at him for a full minute before he said anything. "Fine, I won't talk about her, after I say this, I've warned you, she is going to break your heart, just like Maryse and then you are going to be a miserable son of a bitch again and I want nothing to do with that." He said.

"Whatever." Mike picked up his vibrating cell phone and tapped the screen.

That's mighty generous of you boss man. I have to admit I miss you too. This hospital room is horrid; I'm going crazy just lying here twenty-two and a half hours a day. ~xxxEmma

He smiled when she said she missed him. He wanted to go visit her; they would be heading that way in another week for an episode of RAW. He hoped McMahon would give him the time to go visit her.

"Is that her?" Kevin asked him.

"It's none of your business." Mike said, feeling like a five year old, but it was true; it was none of Kevin's business.

Kevin groaned. "You are so thick headed. I mean I don't think a word I said sunk in last week! You are crazy! I can't believe you are even considering. . . "

"I'm not considering Kevin I am, I am! Okay! I am going to ask her out. She kissed me, I AM in love with her and there is not a damn thing you can do about so just leave me alone, NOW."

Kevin looked at him with wide eyes for a moment. "Fine, it's clear, lately we can't get along. I'm going to ask McMahon to drop this storyline; I don't want to be your manager anymore." Kevin stood up and walked out of the room. He groaned and hit the reply button on the touch screen.

I'm real sorry Emma. You don't deserve that. I really need to talk to you; I'll try to visit you soon.

He sent the message and leaned back against the back of the couch. He hoped Emma would get better soon; it was going to be hard without her, especially now that he had alienated one of his friends.