There were thousands of message requests in my DM but the one that caught my attention was sitting at the top.
Do you want to let ConcernedWWE send you messages from now on? They'll only know you've seen their request if you choose Allow.
Curiously, I checked out their page. No posts. No followers. Not following anyone. A troll no doubt. I was bored in the locker room at the Smackdown Live taping waiting for Elias to come for me so I decided to entertain them for a while. Allow.
ConcernedWWE: You can do so much better than Elias.
AlainaWWE: I'm not with Elias but okay.
ConcernedWWE: Lies. Yes, you are.
AlainaWWE: No one's told you it's a scripted show yet, huh?
ConcernedWWE: Trust me, I know but I've noticed how close you two have gotten outside of the ring. I'm trying to save you.
AlainaWWE: Save me? Let me guess, you're either a 14 year old girl in love with Elias and this is your way of trying to get me away from him or you're a 45 year old man living in his mom's basement in love with me. Either way, blocked.
I did that and tossed my phone aside. That's when I heard the knock.
"Are you ready?" Elias asked.
"Of course. This is what I actually signed up for," I smiled.
"Alright, I know the people of Laredo aren't that bright but I'm going to ask you to please silence your cellphones, hold your applause and shut your mouths...unless you know the words to this next song," he said before playing Summer Nights. "Summer lovin had me a blast…"
I continued. "Summer lovin happened so fast…"
"I met a girl crazy for me…"
"Met a boy cute as can be…"
"Summer days drifting away to oh oh the summer nights," we sang together.
That's when the crowd joined in. "Tell me more, tell me mo-"
They were interrupted by R. Truth's theme as he and Carmella asked, "What's up" on the mic to his theme down the ramp. Did I forget to mention that I was wearing wrestling gear today?
Management took notice of the Instagram exchange last Tuesday between Carmella and I and decided to take advantage of that plus Elias winning and then losing Truth's 24/7 title by letting us face off as a team. They entered the ring and called for a dance break. Elias and I looked at each other, disgusted at what we were seeing. We tried to sing over their music but it was only turned up louder to drown us out. That's when we decided to attack them. The show went to commercial and Shane came out to make the match official.
Elias and Truth started things off for about 5 minutes before tagging us in. Me with a running start charged towards Carmella and dropkicked her as soon as we got in. There was some good back and forth action between us to start things off. We didn't have much time to really get into it but I showed off enough to make sure this wouldn't be the last time people wanted to see me in action.
I wrapped Carmella up into the crossface chicken wing submission. The move itself was on tight and painful but that wasn't all. I moved my mouth next to here ear and hit a glass shattering high note that would make Mariah Carey jealous. I held it, getting higher and louder by the second. Carmella squirmed until she couldn't take it anymore and tapped allowing us to pull off the win.
"At least I don't have to hear you whine about not wrestling anymore," Elias said when we made it backstage.
"I hope you don't think one match is going to satisfy my wrestling itch. If anything, you'll hear it more now," I replied.
"You were a amazing out there," he complimented. "You didn't tell me about that submission."
"I didn't because it wasn't planned. The idea just came to me while I was putting it on. If I'm going to be rolling with a singing gimmick, I might as well incorporate it into my moveset. I've decided to call it, Pitch Perfect," I explained. "And it was a win! I thought I'd be jobbing by association thanks to you."
"Ouch," Elias exclaimed, pretending to be hurt.
"Aww, Eli, you know insulting you keeps me sane but I promise to make it up to you tonight," I looked around, making sure the coast was clear before pressing my mouth to his, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth, making him groan. "Alright, that's enough."
When I made it back to the locker room, I changed into my street clothes and listened to the random conversations of the girls around me. That's when I grabbed my phone and found a new DM.
SuperstarAdmirer: I'm back! Congrats on not being wasted as Elias' eye candy anymore. Btw, I'm not a fangirl or basement dweller.
AlainaWWE: With a name like that? I doubt it.
SuperstarAdmirer: What's wrong with the name? It's accurate. I'm a Superstar who admires you.
AlainaWWE: I'm gagging. Any last words before the block?
SuperstarAdmirer: No words but a request. Go watch my live.
I went to the page and sure enough there was a live going on. I was cautious because now I got the impression that the person behind the page was a guy. Everyone knows how creepy male wrestling fans can be sometimes so there was a strong possibility that I'd click on the live video and find him masturbating to my pictures.
Well, here goes. My mouth dropped when I saw a video coming from the men's locker room. The guy slowly scanned the room. I saw Xavier Woods and Kofi standing in front of the TV monitor holding X-Box controllers. Finn was walking around in his underwear smiling for no reason as always. Roman had a phone pressed to his ear, talking. That's when I noticed that there was no audio playing so I couldn't hear what anyone was saying. There was no way to identify the cameraman especially if I couldn't hear his voice. The camera stopped on Elias, zooming in on him as he sat on the floor packing. Apparently, the cameraman said something to Elias because his head lifted in the camera's direction and they exchanged words before Elias went back to his task. That's when it ended.
My eyes were wide in shock. This was legit and not from a troll, fangirl or fanboy. A real, live WWE Superstar. What...the...fuck? With a shaky hand, I went back to my inbox.
SuperstarAdmirer: Convinced now?
AlainaWWE: Who are you?
SuperstarAdmirer: Figure it out. ;-)
AlainaWWE: You have to be a jobber or someone without a storyline because a main eventer/midcarder wouldn't have the time to sit around backstage creating a fake page and then a backup page. ?
SuperstarAdmirer: Actually, I've accomplished more than your boyfriend.
AlainaWWE: Look, do you have something to tell me or not? And it better not be something lame like "he talked about how hot 'insert girl on the roster' is."
SuperstarAdmirer: Nope, it's much deeper than that.
AlainaWWE: So he hooked up with 'insert girl on the roster'? If it happened before WM when we met, I don't care.
SuperstarAdmirer: Nope.
AlainaWWE: Has he told anyone that he hooked up with me?
SuperstarAdmirer: Not yet but he's been acting weirdly possessive now when others ask about you so I can read between the lines.
AlainaWWE: Look, does this involve me at all because if not I'm no longer interested and will block.
SuperstarAdmirer: Yes and not in a good way.
AlainaWWE: Did he call me a bitch or a cunt because we've moved on from that now.
SuperstarAdmirer: It was much more offensive than calling you out of your name.
AlainaWWE: OMG, he secretly filmed and shared a sex tape of us?
SuperstarAdmirer: I wish, nope.
AlainaWWE: Dude, I'm listening…
SuperstarAdmirer: You want me to give it up on the first convo? Do I look like a slut to you?!
AlainaWWE: I think we're done here.
My thumb hovered over the blocked button, thinking it over. I decided that blocking him was pointless especially if he was going to create another page just like the last time.
"What's wrong, Alaina?" Mickie asked, staring at me. I was aware that I probably had a bewildered expression on my face. Mickie's question caused the others to bring their attention to me as well.
If I said something about the page, they'd want to see it for sure and I kind of, sort of revealed my relationship with Elias during the exchange so it would affect Liv. Shaking my head, I clicked out of the app. "Just gossiping with some of my old friends back home."
Elias joined me after the show. In the back of my mind I was now slightly suspicious of him thanks to the page. Maybe it was nothing at all. Maybe it was just a backstage rib that one of the guys were playing on him. When the other men filed out of the locker room, I noticed that there were guys from Smackdown, a few members of Raw thanks to the WildCard Rule and not to mention the guys from 205 Live. There was no way to pinpoint anyone which meant everyone was a suspect.
I glanced at Elias. His lips were moving but his words were lost on me as my focus was more on watching any guy that watched me, trying to find the 'admirer.' "Wh-what did you just say?"
"I asked if you were hungry," he repeated.
"Not really but if you want to stop somewhere on the way to the hotel it's fine," I absentmindedly replied before a thought popped into my head. "Hey, who did you talk to in the locker room tonight?"
"What kind of question is that?" his brows knitted. "Pretty much everyone."
Yeah, that really narrowed it down. That's when I remembered the guy was secretly filming. "Was anyone holding a phone while they talked to you?"
"Babe, it's 2019. Who isn't holding a phone?" he snorted.
This was useless and going nowhere. I sighed, shaking my head. "I don't know why I keep you around."
"I know why," Elias reached behind me to grab my ass.
"I can get that from anywhere," I shot back.
"I just want you to know you will never find a man who can fuck you like me," he casually replied.
"Well, there's a locker room full of men that I can try," I teased with a devilish smirk.
His arm slid around my waist. "Men? More like man because you won't get a chance to try more than one once the others see what I do to him."
That sounded weirdly possessive...just like SuperstarAdmirer said. Hmm. Maybe there was some truth to this after all.
When I got settled in the car, I pulled out my phone and once again checked my DMs. There was a new message from SuperstarAdmirer. It was a video of Elias grabbing my ass minutes ago. "Oh my God!"
"What?" his head turned toward me.
"So earlier there was this fake Instagram page that belonged to..." I trailed off, staring at him. If there was incriminating evidence against him, he'd no doubt find the guy and foil the plan before the truth came out. Maybe it was best if I kept this to myself, for now. "...some crazy fan. Don't worry about it, it's not important."
The two of us together on a moonlit night on the balcony of our hotel room that overlooked the city. Elias had me sitting on the ledge facing him as he stood between my legs with his arms locked behind my back securely to hold me in place.
"What would you do if I dropped you?" he asked.
"Uh...die. What else is there to do?" I chuckled. "We're like 1000 floors up but trust me, if I go down, you're going down with me."
"I'm going to miss you so much Friday," Elias said.
"What's going on Friday..oh, the show in Saudi Arabia," I remembered. "Yay, that means us women will be off until Sunday. Have you been before? How does your act even work over there?"
"I wasn't on the Crown Jewel card but at the first show I was in the royal rumble match. I just did the 'everyone knows WWE stands for' thing as I walked to the ring and that was it," he replied.
"Yeah, I can't imagine you insulting their country and walking out of there with just a few boos...if you walked out at all. In that case I'd be thankful to not be allowed there," I snorted. "And if I was there and things went left, I'd disassociate myself from you so fast. 'Elias? Elias who? That Samson guy? Oh, he's just Elias now? See, that's how out of the loop I am, I didn't even know they took his last name. I'm glad they did though because he has a lisp. But anyway, I'm not with him."
"Explain the matching outfits?" he snorted.
"Uh…we share similar taste in clothing," I shrug.
Elias stared at me in silence for several long moments. "You know I did a radio interview this morning to promote the show and the host asked me who my favorite person to work with has been so far. I said it was a toss up between Cena and The Undertaker because that's the obvious answer but the truth is, it's you."
"Bullshit," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You don't have to flatter me into sex, Elias. We're past the point of no return now, unfortunately."
"I think it's time for you to stop adding 'unfortunately' to the end of things you clearly enjoy. You don't have to be so snarky all the time especially now that you're forcing it. You can feel free to show emotion and admit that we've got a good thing going here," he replied softly. "But it wasn't bullshit or flattery. You're the best thing that has ever happened to my act and all I can do is look back and shake my head at how against it I was when Vince pitched the idea to me. We are a good pair, both in the ring and out of it and I understand how difficult some of these changes may be for you but you've come a long way. I thought you'd always be an uptight bitc... err, person but you're really amazing, Alaina. I've never felt so at ease with anyone else. I don't want to rush it but I like you...really, really, really like you."
"I guess you're not so bad...most of the time. I can't figure out why but being with you feels disturbingly natural despite how odd our coming together was. I actually like you a lot, too. While I'd prefer to wrestle, if I have to be stuck in a different role, I'm glad it's with you. Please don't make me regret admitting this," I almost a whisper with an edge to my voice that says far more than any shouting or threatening would ever do. I was slowly coming to terms with my feelings for him only to have SuperstarAdmirer appear. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that whatever information he had was going to tear us apart. Right here, right now, I was going to give Elias a chance to come clean and if he did, no matter what it was, I'd forgive him. "Have you ever done or said anything about me or our relationship that would come back to bite you in the ass? Anything. Whether you said it to me, to someone else or in the locker room. Anything."
"No!" he replied without hesitation, not thinking twice about it.
"Jeffrey," I pressed, hoping to reach him on a more personal level.
"I already told you, no," he shook his head. "Are you ready to go in? I don't know if these are mosquitoes, gnats or what but they're out here bad tonight. Plus you made me a promise earlier."
"Sure," I smiled, trying to mask my disappointment.
And now we wait...