It was a few months later. Things were going great. I'd rented a little apartment, it was tiny and not in the best area, but it was mine. And in all honesty, I loved it. No matter how much John made fun of it.
Things were also better with Randy. Well, we'd stopped arguing at least. At first he ignored me on the rare occasion we passed in the hall, but now, every so often there was the hint of a small smile – it was probably nothing, but nevertheless I considered it a small victory.
Things were fantastic with John too. Our travelling plans meant that we couldn't see each other quite as much as we wanted, but we made the most of the time we got to see each other. We'd recently exchanged keys too, which meant we could start turning up and seeing each other a bit more often. It didn't feel right at first to be honest, you know, just turning up at someone's house with no planning, maybe he didn't want to see me at 3 in the morning after he'd travelled half way across America, possibly over the world. But it seemed to work. And I lived for the days I'd get home after an impossibly long trip and find John, sound asleep in my bed.
So life was pretty perfect really, well, apart from Rebecca.
If anything things had gotten worse between me and her. I tried not to let John's revelations about her past get to me, but in all honesty I couldn't stand the bitch. I'd tried to think of everything possible to get him out of the blackmail situation, but every time John would find something wrong with it.
"I could just be straight and tell her I know and that this is going to stop" I'd suggested.
"That won't worry her"
"Or, I could threaten to tell Randy"
"She's got him so wrapped around her finger Randy would never believe a word either of us said."
"We could get some of her other customers together, I'm sure management won't look too kindly on that" John just sighed.
"You think management care about what some office worker did a few years ago? Babe, anything we do will just result in me losing my job." I took another sip of my drink.
"Listen" He told me, holding my hands and crouching in front of me. "I hate this more than you, believe me. But any suggestion that you come up with, I've already thought through a million times. There is nothing either one of us can do."
"No John," I said standing up. "There has got to be something we can do" John led back down on the sofa.
"Can't we just leave it. I hate talking about this." I opened my lap top. "What are you doing?"
"There has to be some sort of evidence out there somewhere. Did you ever bother to look?" John sat up and stood behind me.
"What are you going to do? Just Google her name?" John laughed, kissed my head and walked into the kitchette area of my humble abode.
"What harm could it do?"
"Well…" He started, walking back over to me, handing my drink "Nothing but you won't find-"
"Shhh…" I said interrupting him "What's her surname?"
"You think I know that?" He laughed "When I was sleeping with her, her name was Amiee Woods!" I stifled a laugh.
"Well, that'll do for a start" I typed it in and after scrolling through about nine or ten pages, clicking on countless myspace and bebo pages of slutty girls, I gave up. After about half an hour John had had enough too.
"Listen babe, I'm going to bed, I've got an early start"
"Ok" I said, more concentration on the computer screen than on the kiss he was giving me "I'll be there in just a second." I searched countless times,
Amiee Woods AND Rebecca
Rebecca Woods
Amiee Woods sex
Still more countless pages of girls I couldn't care less about. Just as I was about to go to bed, I saw my WWE induction pack. This pack contained so-called priceless information about the company and it's employees, and had pretty much stayed on my coffee table since I had unpacked it. I flicked through till I came across the 20 page book I was looking for – The WWE directory. The names and WWE e-mail addresses of pretty much every employee on the road, organised into departments. Now all I had to work out was what the hell she did!
Finally, I had narrowed it down to:
Rebecca Lintchfield – Public Relations
Rebecca Morris – Medical
Rebecca Phillips – Sound
Rebecca James – Creative
As far as I was aware she worked backstage, and as John had said earlier in an office, which had narrowed it down to James or Lintchfield. Before going to bed I searched:
Amiee Woods AND Rebecca Lintchfield
Amiee Woods AND Rebecca James
The first search showed nothing.
However, the second, was very interesting. After following a few links I printed off a page and photo that was very fascinating, closed the laptop and went to bed to find, once again, Mr Cena sound asleep.
X
I woke up to find a note on my bedside table, written on the back of the page I'd printed off last night.
That's Great Babes…
I'm still doesn't prove anything though.
Call you later
John
XXXXX
I couldn't believe he was being like this! If nothing else this would back up our story to Randy. This could be his way out. Why wasn't he more excited?
X
I was in my office later that day when I had a call from John. As soon as I answered it he had started to speak.
"Listen babes, I know you were only trying your best, and it's great, but still, as soon as she knows what we're trying to do she'll just tell everyone about me. She's got nothing to lose but I do. This is just going to have to be one of those things that just happens" I sighed.
"John, it really doesn't" I protested. "All we have to do is leave a note with this link on it for Randy to find. He'll find out all about her past, everything will come out, he'll dump her and everyone wins. This is the way out"
"Your way out you mean" John muttered.
"What?" That had taken me back… "My way out of what?"
"This isn't about Becky getting dumped, I've told you before, she couldn't give two shits about him, I wouldn't mind betting that she was half seeing him for the money and the other half to piss me off"
"Why would it piss you off?"
"Rach, please, I've had enough of talking about this. It's in the past, it's one stupid mistake that I'm still paying for and I just want to forget about it" He was starting to get angry, but I just couldn't leave it.
"How can you just forget about it? This slut is-"
"Rach!" He shouted "I'm fed up! I'm fully prepared to let this go, but you seem hell bent to get revenge, why is that?!"
"John-" I started, but again he interrupted me,
"I'll tell you why, it's because you can't stand seeing Randy with someone else and you've finally found a way of running it for him"
"What?"
"Don't act dumb Rachel! He's been there since day one, just always there in the background. For fucks sake, even when your not speaking to each other you can't even go one day without mentioning his name can you?"
"John, listen…"
"No! I'm fed up. Randy this, Rebecca that, Randy and Rebecca blah blah blah. Well do you know what, forget all this. Forget me"
And he hung up. Just like that, he'd hung up. I sat there at my desk, still, not entirely sure of what had just happened. I picked up my phone and tried to call him but I got diverted to voicemail.
"John, listen, I'm sorry" I started, not entirely sure of what to say. "I was just trying to help. I can forget about all of this. Please call me." I have to say, begging wasn't usually my thing but this time it seemed justified. I couldn't lose the best thing in my life so shortly after finding it.
I dialled again.
Voice mail again.
"John it's me again. I'm going to go back to your apartment after work. If you don't want me there ring me and tell me not to go. Otherwise I'll see you later… erm… bye"
I thought all my bets were covered, if he didn't want me there he'd have to call and talk to me, and if he didn't call then I would turn up and he'd have to talk to me. Win/Win right?