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Like I said, I'm thinking of this story as I go on. I don't really have a clue what's going to happen next. It takes me a really long time to develop ideas, if you haven't noticed. Haha. I been getting really lazy in writing this story as well. Maybe I'll be giving the story to someone else to continue in the future but as of right now, I'll try to write as much as I can. Sorry for the long waits guys ;_;
Cecilia's POV
I paced down the hallways of the backstage area with the small white piece of paper with my admission into the Royal Rumble clutched tightly inside my fist. The large "13" was an image that I couldn't let go of. I wasn't entirely sure why I was so tense but I did know that it could be for a number of reasons: Phil being in the hospital and not wanting me to come visit him, the fact that I was scared to even participate in the rumble or the adrenaline that rushed through me about actually be able to compete in something as important as the Royal Rumble, just as Zack mentioned. Judging from the way that everyone I had seen so far throughout the few hours leading up to the big event had been acting, I'd say that the Royal Rumble was a very important event for the WWE, making it just as important to me as well. However, I knew that winning the Royal Rumble was a long shot after Zack clearly stated that no women in the history of Royal Rumbles has ever won. More importantly, not many women are even entered to fight in the rumble. What made Hunter think that I was the perfect solution to his problem then?
All these thoughts racing through my head had distracted me, causing me to walk straight past my own personal locker room. Hunter still thought that the tension between Maryse and I would cause yet another problem for him so he had decided to keep me as far from the "Diva's Locker Room" and set me up with my own room. Of course, Maryse had complained to Hunter several times about my special room privileges which forced Hunter to give Maryse her own room as well. It was the best decision Hunter had made, especially if he didn't want any more backstage problems between us again. Since then, Maryse and I had not exchanged words or fists in the rare moments when we did cross paths. The occasional glare she shot at me was enough for me. I didn't need her to add to my problems. Not right now.
I turned myself around in order to retrace the steps back towards my locker room but I caught a glimpse of the locker room I was standing in front of right at that moment - Randy's. I looked back down, at the now, crumpled piece of paper with the number "13" barely showing. I unfolded the paper, trying to flatten the wrinkles from it using the best of my abilities. I looked at it again with satisfaction in my efforts to make it look presentable as I raised my free hand to knock on Randy's locker room door in hopes that he was in there.
The sound of footsteps grew louder from within his room when suddenly the door knob loudly twisted. The door was pulled open only enough for me to see Randy's face. He raised an eyebrow at me, confused as to why I was there. His eyes darted to each side of the hallway checking to see if anyone else was with me.
"You need to help me," I asked with desperation clearly heard in my voice.
Randy groaned slightly and quickly looked back into his room. "Cecilia, can it wait till after my in-ring appearance... in about 20 minutes? I still need to get ready and I just got done from taking a shower, so I'm kind of... not prepared to talk."
Randy had been busy with training, speaking on radio talk shows and doing autograph signings for the past week. The travel it takes to get to each of these appearances is sure to take a heavy toll on anyone. Randy was busy nearly every hour during all of last week. When he wasn't busy, he was catching some shut-eye to try and build some energy for the next event he was scheduled to do. Absolutely no one was able to get a hold of Randy until now. I was certain that I was one of the few people that had finally caught Randy with a couple minutes to spare from his busy life. It was a moment with Randy where I couldn't allow him to simply brush me off till later. Seeing him had released me from all my panicky thoughts. Though we have not spoken in a while, I knew that Randy was always there to pick me up off the ground and dust me off. He had always been my protector in a strange but comforting way.
"I'm kind of confused, scared, and excited all at the same time and it feels really weird. All because of this..." I raised the paper with the "13" up towards his face. The confusion on his face immediately turned to a expression of shock.
"You're joking. This is a prank, right?" He looked out into the hallway once more to make certain that there was no one else there. The lack of Zack, Mike and Sheamus snickering down the hall made it harder for him to think that this was a joke. The look on his face said it all; I'm not joking, Hunter put me in the rumble.
He opened a door just enough for me to squeeze through until he put out a hand in front of me, forcing me to stop halfway through the doorway. I wasn't able to see much more than I already have of Randy, but he wasn't lying about not being prepared to talk right now.
"You can come in here but you could only look at that wall over there. I need to put some clothes on."
I sighed and pushed my way past his arm. He took a step back, grabbing a tiny white face towel to cover his privates. It didn't do him any good considering that the towel was probably smaller that the palm of his hand. Shortly after the little incident, I did exactly as he asked and faced the wall opposite from him, although it had been almost too little, too late. I crossed my arms across my chest and groaned, "You know... I'm not a child. I understand the whole concept of where babies come from and I know all the equipment involved in the process."
"Sure you do," he yelled out from behind me as I heard his closet door slide open, "It's just that it's kinda awkward for me because," he started to say until he hesitated a bit. "You're like the little sister in the group, you know? Well, that's how I look at you as at the very least. Can't speak for the other guys. I feel obligated to take care of you... and that, I don't mind."
My arms became less tight and loosened up to the point where they drop down to my sides. I felt a small smile form across my face as I also felt a tear starting to form but I fought it back. I didn't want Randy getting all soft on me or I might be inclined to hug him.
After a few moments of silence, I felt his hand fall onto my shoulder as he spun me around gently placing me face-to-face him. Dressed in his signature WWE t-shirt and dark blue jeans, he smiled back at me and patted me on the head. It was something I didn't like other people doing to me but from Randy, it was okay. He brought me close to him, grabbing me for a hug. I felt as safe as I ever been. I hugged him back tightly as a little sister would to her older brother. He pulled back, snatching the paper from my hands.
"On to the more important issue, you're in the rumble?" Randy said with his arms crossed, unconvinced by the little piece of white paper.
"It's was Phil's number before he... by the way, you heard about what happened to Phil?" I asked. Randy turned his head away and nodded in anger. It wasn't hard to see his muscles tighten up through his tight t-shirt. The anger of Phil's hospitalization was shared between the both of us but we were each going to handle dealing with the anger differently. Knowing Randy, once he finds out who did this to Phil, there will be hell to pay. A great deal of hell to pay.
"He told me that I wasn't allowed to come see him, but I'm going to him right after the show. I don't care what he says," I told Randy. If Phil thinks that I'm going to obey him by staying away, he doesn't know me as well as I thought. As rocky of a friendship we have going on, he was a friend regardless. I was going to come see him, one way or another.
"Hell yeah. I would of done the same."
I looked down at the troubling little piece of paper again being held in between Randy's thumb and index finger. Being in the rumble was still a bothersome thought for the both of us.
"Can't believe that Hunter gave me that..." I said pointing a finger quickly to the paper.
"Wasn't Hunter who gave you that. It was a stressed out, lunatic of a man that looked like Hunter who's trying to get you injured. I don't know what Hunter was thinking. Maybe you should just not come out. Sit out the rumble in your locker room or here, if you prefer," Randy suggested.
I chuckled at the idea that would never work. "And face the wrath of Hunter afterwards? I don't think so. Hunter wants this show to be perfect. Right when I arrived with Zack, Hunter was yelling at a crew member because there weren't enough fireworks in place for the show."
Randy crossed his arms and shrugged. "Sounds right for be Hunter to be mad about that. In the start of big events like this, we usually have a ton of fireworks go off before the fights begin," Randy explained.
I shook my head. "No, you don't understand. We overheard the fireworks guy talking after Hunter left. They have over 1,500 fireworks already set up, a backup set just in case it isn't enough, and a backup-backup set just in case the backup set doesn't backup the original set. I think Hunter has officially lost it. By RAW tomorrow, he going to explode over the littlest thing, like there be too many sprinkles on the cupcakes. You and I both know that there can never be too many sprinkles on anything."
"That is something I actually agree with," Randy said through his soft laughter. Soon after, Randy stopped laughing and spoke of the situation at hand with seriousness overcoming his voice and appearance. "We can't joke about this, Cecilia. You could get seriously injured out there tonight. We need to think of something. Best thing I could do now is find out what numbers Mike, Zack and Sheamus got and go from there. We'll have a plan... hopefully."
Royal Rumble (Cecilia's POV continued)
The Royal Rumble had started roughly 20 minutes ago and I was still nervous to run into the stage with five testosterone fueled superstars battling it out in the ring right now. The five other superstars that were already eliminated had each cursed their way backstage, probably on the way to their locker rooms to soak in the anger of losing the chance in attaining the big, golden prize - The WWE Championship. I was halfway through the backstage area to the entrance to the ring as it was nearly my turn. My heart was beating stronger in every step I took towards the ring. It wasn't a pleasant feeling whatsoever. The feeling of nervousness, or maybe it was excitement, had suddenly hit my stomach making me almost immediately nauseous. I slowed down my pace as I realized that my heart was racing. I came to a complete stop to remind myself to take deep breaths and relax. Think about cute kittens. Imagine myself on the beach with the sun shining down on my face. Absolutely anything to calm me down. I'm starting to think that my nerves were getting to me. Scratch that - my nerves, for a fact, had a hold of me.
I took a drink from a nearby water fountain in hopes of relief, temporary or permanent. I just wanted to have the energy and strength to actually make it to the entrance that leads out to the ramp. At a slowed pace, I had finally made it to my destination. I signaled to one of the backstage crew members to fetch me a cup of water because I was yet again struck by weakness and nausea.
The buzzer loudly called the next superstar out into the ring. From one of the monitors, I could see Sheamus quickly dashing down the ramp as his plethora of fans cheered wildly all around him. He slid smoothly into the ring, grabbing the attention of the superstars already in the ring. Dolph Ziggler, Wade Barrett, Kane, Titus O'Neal and Hunico all stopped fighting each to turn towards Sheamus, a huge threat in the rumble. As Sheamus took a few steps back from the incoming mob, he shocked everyone in the audience as he fought off the other five superstars attacks one by one. It was incredible; He was able to knock every single one of them down. Sadly, his lucky streak did not last. Dolph Ziggler had managed to position himself behind Sheamus as he exchanged punches with Wade Barrett. Just as Sheamus knocked Barrett down, Ziggler strikes Sheamus right in the back of the head, bringing him down with ease. Ziggler looked at the downed Sheamus with a sickening smile on his face and shouts out to the crowd, asking them, "Who's stealing the show?" as he drew a thumb right to his chest. The crowd booed hoping that anyone of the superstars that laid around him would just jumped up and clothesline him right out of the ring.
I continued to watch the monitor while I sipped on the cup of water that was just handed to me. I quickly chugged down the cool, refreshing drink as I felt yet another wave of relief wash over me. I shot the empty cup into the nearest trashcan, which was pile to the top with garbage to begin with. My cup landed on the top of the pile but instead tumbled down the side and onto the floor. Ted Dibiase, who happened to be close by to the trash can, bent over to pick it up and place it in securely for me. Ted had a certain glow to him as he shot me a smile and urged me to walk over to him. Naturally, I did; A friend of Cody's was a friend of mine.
"How's it going Cecilia?" He asked as he pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him to return the gesture. He let go of me but still had an arm resting across the tops of my shoulders.
"Everything's going well actually," I lied. I didn't want to have to explain my problems with Ted. Not that I didn't trust him or anything; It was just that I wasn't in the right mood for talking right now. My eyes moved over to the monitor right in front of us once again. I prayed that Sheamus wouldn't be taken out so easily because his presence in the ring gave me just enough courage to run out there.
"I'm going to be running out there in a few seconds. You're looking at number 12... and, of course, the winner of this whole rumble," he told me with confidence as his finger pointed to the tiny screen. "Oh, don't mention that to Cody by the way. His tiny heart won't be able to handle losing the rumble to me," he joked.
I let out a tiny laugh as I looked up at him. "Don't worry. I won't. But don't blame me if it accidentally slips out during conversation."
Cody was another person that I felt I haven't seen in a long time but I was stupidly exaggerating. I saw him just two nights ago on Smackdown, the day when we both made up. He was busy as well as every other superstar that was preparing for the Royal Rumble so I haven't been able to talk to him for very long. Yesterday, I was only able speak to him over the phone for 15 minutes before he said that he had to go. His promise of spending all of Tuesday with me was the only thing that was keeping me from getting upset. Unless, of course, if he cancels on me.
Ted sighed and playfully kissed me on the top of my head just as the countdown appears on the screen, displaying a large "10."
"I like you, Cecilia, but if you're gonna be my best buddy, you have to make sure these juicy secrets stay between us! Remind me that we have to hang out more often. I don't see you enough," He yelled out as he hopped over the entrance to the ramp. "Wish me luck, sweet buns!" he shouted out to me right before the sound of the buzzer went off.
I looked back over to the monitor after waving Ted off. He got off to a good start, but not good enough. He bumped into the big red machine, Kane, and was immediately chokeslammed into the ring's mat which still shook from the impact. Kane was now in control of the ring, figuring out who to target next. Luckily, he eyed over Sheamus who was trying to stay out of the action and regain some strength. Kane glanced over at Titus O' Neal. Titus' eyes widened as he pleaded with the monster to not hurt him. Kane slowly walked over to Titus who was on the floor, backing up towards the turnbuckle. Kane was just a footstep away until Dolph Ziggler stupidly tried to knock Kane out by hitting the back of his head, as he did with Sheamus. Unfortunately, Kane had resisted his attempt and turned around, glaring at Dolph. Titus sat at the turnbuckle with a grin on his face, followed closely by laughter and pointing at Ziggler. Sheamus couldn't help but laugh at Dolph as well. Kane had slowly made his way to the completely scared Dolph and eliminated him with one big fat clothesline. The force was enough to make anyone watching cringe. Dolph hit the mat and grabbed his chest as the referees hastily ran to check up on him.
As I watched the monitor, the countdown suddenly appeared on the side of the screen. This is it. It was my turn to come out. At this point all the men in the ring were all up and fighting again with the focus being on eliminating Kane. He was the biggest threat, after all. I'd really appreciated it if they would eliminate Kane within the next 5 seconds. No...? Well, looks like I'm going in with him after all.
The buzzer sounded loudly throughout the arena, followed by my theme music. I ran out from backstage while taking in the cheers of the crowd. I let myself listen for a second to my screaming fans. Their cheering made me feel about 10 times better than before. I stopped right before entering the ring, scanning the edges for the safest way to enter. All of the superstars in the ring were distracted with their own fights that it made the decision quite simple. I jumped on to the steel steps and hesitantly stepped onto the foot of the ring. One of the referees ran over to me and said, "Look. I don't know what Hunter was thinking, but once you step into the ring, you're in the match. Point blank period."
I nodded and looked into the crowd. From afar, I heard a small group of people start to chant "You can do it!" A few seconds later, more people had joined in on the chanting. Wade Barrett finished beating down Hunico. He looked out at the crowd, confused as to who he they were chanting for. He spun around and made eye contact with me. He pointed at me and showed the crowded that he wasn't scared of me by laughing wildly. Wade then took on a squatting position and gesture me with both hands to step into the ring with him.
"Come to me, sweetheart, and I promise to make your elimination as painless as possible. Promise."
I was scared to face him; He was bigger, badder and stronger. I had no chance at all against him. I couldn't just stand on the outskirts of the ring all day. I knew that I was going to have to step in eventually. I looked over at Sheamus in hopes that he'd be able to save me just this once but, sadly, he was still distracted with Kane. Refusing to look like a coward, I pushed a foot forward into the ring and pulled over the rest of my body; I was officially in this match.
I stayed close to the rope like Randy told me to just in case no one in the ring was able to help me. Randy was confident that I would be able to get through most of the rumble with getting injured and looking like a complete fool. Just as Wade came charging towards me, I did what Randy had thought might work if a situation like this ever presented. We had called the move "The Pull and Pray." I pulled down on the top rope in hopes that Wade just falls over the top rope, considering how tall he was. I pulled it down as hard as I could causing Wade to nearly fall off. He was close to tipping over the edge and was not even resisting because of the force of the rope that struck his abdomen. His hands focused on grabbing at his abdomen instead of holding on to the rope. I tried to push him over the rope but he was just too heavy for me to do so. His weight was turning out to be too much for me to handle as I saw him trying to fight his feet back onto the ring. I thought he was going to succeed but Sheamus came to my rescue and we both eliminated Wade from the rumble. From the ring, I looked down at Wade Barrett who had a total look of disbelief on his face. His face soon turned red with anger as he soon came to terms that he was eliminated by a woman. The referees all rushed to him, pushing him to head back towards the locker room. He tried to push past the referees, but they stopped him from getting through. Wade just wouldn't leave the arena and the crowd singing "Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey-hey-hey, goodbye" was not helping with his rage. Additional security guards rushed out to escort Wade out. I looked over at Sheamus with a huge grin on my face as he had a smile on his.
"Does that count as a elimination for me?" I asked him quickly.
Sheamus thought about it for a second and laughed. "A'right, I'll give ya' that one."
We chuckled to ourselves and shook hands, causing the crowd to cheer at our newly formed alliance during the Royal Rumble.
Taking advantage of the knocked out Hunico, Ted Dibiase lifted him up against the turnbuckle and attempted to push him off of the top rope. His attempts weren't enough as Hunico started to realize the trouble he was in. Sheamus and I ran to help Ted eliminate Hunico so everyone would have one less person to worry about. I delivered the final push that had Hunico hit the mat below with a loud thud. I smiled at the crowd again, proud of my second elimination. I looked over at Sheamus on my left side. He brought a hand up to my back with each pat as a sign of encouragement. Ted, who was on my right side, was still smirking down at Hunico, who was slowly limping towards the ramp with anger in his eyes. Ted's eyes followed Hunico up until the point that they locked on to me beside him. Shocked, Ted looked at me in disbelief.
Ted shouted out as he tried to catch his breath, making it hard to understand what he was saying. Long pauses of deep inhales came between each of his words as he said, "What the hell? Cecilia?" Ted placed a hand on my shoulder as if he thought his mind was playing games with him and I was just part of some silly illusion. His shoulders rose and dropped heavily with each breath.
Sheamus cocked his head towards Ted after hearing him shout. He looked down at my shoulder with Ted's hand locked upon it. Sheamus had taken Ted's actions the wrong way that automatically made Ted a threat. Sheamus quickly pulled me back and placed himself in between Ted and I. Without even giving Ted the chance to explain his actions, Sheamus brings both hands up against his chest and pushes Ted back with great force. Ted moves back a couple of steps, almost losing his balance in the process. Ted looked to the ground with a small smile as he placed a hand on his chest where Sheamus had pushed him. Ted slowly brings his eyes to meet Sheamus' glare. Ted sprinted right to Sheamus's face, challenging him to try and take him out of the rumble. Sheamus barked back with a slew of fighting words in his deep Irish accent. Tired of all the trash talking, Ted pushes Sheamus back against the ropes in hopes of getting lucky and actually eliminating "The Great White."
Randy had told me to not get involved as much as possible. Sheamus, Zack or Mike would be able to handle themselves during the fight. All I had to do was worry about myself and stay out of the way if I could. I wanted to help, but who would I actually be helping? Sheamus or Ted? I stayed out of the way, moving towards one of the turnbuckles. The two testosterone fueled men continued to fight each other out of the ring when out of nowhere, Kane breaks up the fight just to individually knock the two out of the ring. Sheamus and Ted both looked up at Kane who wore a sick smile across his face. Sheamus glanced over at me, urging me to hold out until Zack or Mike comes out, which shouldn't be too long from now. I frowned as the referee dragged him away from the ring. Yet again, my nerves had hit me when Kane and I locked eyes.
"You don't belong here!" He yelled loudly.
I was too focused on Kane to notice that the countdown for the next contestant to come in was almost down to the final 10 seconds. I prayed that it was someone I knew. Anyone.
Cody's POV
I pulled open the door of my locker room, stepping outside into the empty hallway. I adjusted the waistband of my sweatpants to a more comfortable position making sure that there was no one down either side of the hallway. "We're good," I signaled to the other people in my room. Soon after, my door opened again with a tiny creak as Layla stepped beside me, pulling down the shirt that was only halfway on. She looked up at me as she fixed her hair and gave me a quick nod.
"Cody," she simply said in a monotone voice.
"Layla," I replied back to her in the same manner.
We took one last look at each other before going our separate ways; Layla going to the diva's locker room and I was headed towards the stage entrance.
I nearly hit the final corner until I was met with a rushing, sweat-drenched body. We collided with enough force to push me back. I look down at my soiled shirt as I was already thinking of nasty words to call the idiot who bumped into me. I shot my eyes up to the person who was going to get a verbal beating until I realized it was Ted. He looked sorry but I could tell from his expression that he had something much more important to tell me.
"People generally use their eyes when they walk," I said, slightly annoyed.
Ted grabbed me by both my shoulders and gripped them tightly. "It's Cecilia!" Ted said through labored breathing. Panting, he bent over while placing both hands right above his knees.
I rested a comforting hand against his back, eager to hear what he had to say though he had trouble saying it.
"What happened?" I urged. "And by the way, you are terribly out of shape," I added in a low tone, making myself barely audible.
"Your 'girlfriend" was number 13 in the Royal Rumble!" Ted had finally blurted out.
My eyes widened as I look Ted straight in the eyes. "Impossible."
I sprinted down the winding hallways to look at the small monitors posted by the stage entrance. It was hard to believe that Cecilia was actually in the ring right at this very moment and I just had to see it with my craziness own eyes. I reached the areas where small screens captured the events unfolding in the ring at this exact moment. I scanned each one for top to bottom until I had finally spotted one that clearly showed Cecilia backed up in a corner with Kane towering over her. The buzzer rang and out came The Great Khali. Khali would temporary distracted Kane for only a little while until he goes back to dealing with Cecilia. Only have a few moments until I could figure out how to get her out of there. If she got injured, minor or major, she would be out of action and my whole plan of feeding off of her fame would be shot. I needed to get out there.
I spun around and looked over the dozen of superstars lounging around, waiting to be called out into the ring. I dug deep into my sweatpants and pulled out a neatly folded white piece of paper that I had picked out earlier from Hunter. Sadly, I looked down at the piece of paper to mentally say my final goodbyes to the golden ticket. The next few words that were going to come out from my mouth was not something any superstar would say, especially not on the day of the Royal Rumble.
"I need someone to switch numbers with me. I got ticket number 30!" I yelled out to everyone there. Everyone, including backstage crew members, cocked their heads towards me. Surprisingly, no one had immediately jumped to the chance to be the last one to enter the rumble.
"Oh c'mon! Number 30? No one?" I continued to yell.
"What are you up to this time, kid?" Big Show said as he stood up from the metal crate that he was sitting on and walked up to me. Unintimidated by his height, I stepped right up to him.
"I just need to get out there. Preferably in the next 30 seconds," I told him. My eyes darted towards the monitors once again, seeing that Khali was now being overpowered by Kane. It wasn't long till he'll be pushed from the ring.
"I don't know what you're trying to do, but if that ticket is real, I'll gladly take it from your hands," he said as he hand me his white slip of paper. I unfolded the crumpled mess and looked down to see that it was the next number to be called to the ring. Perfect. I threw the lucky ticket at him, bouncing it off his chest. He scrambled to catch it but failed. Big Show snatched it off the floor, spitting a few curse words at me before I walked away to prepare myself to run out towards the ring. Big Show's large hand grabbed me and pulled me backwards after I had taken about 2 and a half steps. Knocked off my balance, he spun me around with ease.
"Not so fast. I swear that if you are up to no good and I still see you out in the ring when I come out, I will personally throw you out of the ring myself. Not in the gentle way either." I noticed that he had both fists balled up. I wasn't scared of him. Not at all. A smirk grew on my face as I turned away from him to continue walking to the entrance, shouting, "Looking forward to it, big guy." He scoffed and walked back down to his seat, grumbling about me to the superstars around him.
I was already posted at my spot when I looked over to my right side. I caught Zack and Mike eyeballing me from the sidelines. I figured they didn't like me since I was with Cecilia. Hell, even before I was with her they disliked me. They didn't trust me and it was a smart move on their part. They didn't know my real intentions with Cecilia. Even better was that I'm pretty sure that they didn't know I was the one who put Phil in his place - the hospital. I was smart, quicker, stronger… overall, better.
I waved over at them. "See you out in the ring, boys." The buzzer rang moments later and I ran out to the ring, knowing that Cecilia looked at me as her knight in shining armor.
Randy's POV
I went back to watching the monitors after relieving myself in the bathroom. Mike and Zack watching the monitors closely as I stepped back into my original position between the two of them. Zack took notice of my return and turned to me with haste.
"You missed it!" he pointed at one of the bottom monitors. Cody appeared shortly after as the camera panned out. He tried with all his might to push the monster back away from Cecilia. I much as I hated the guy, I was actually glad that he was out there defending Cecilia. I continued watching the same screen as Zack and Mike both explained the little event between Big Show and Cody earlier.
"We should of done the same - switch with people with closer numbers to 13," I told the two of them.
We all stayed silent for quite a while, disappointed in our lack of common sense hoping that they'll be smarter next time.
Mike had not moved his eyes away from the monitor ever since I had told him about Cecilia being in the Rumble. Since Sheamus had been eliminated, he been even more on edge. Mike was eager to get out there ever since then. I didn't think of it much before but now I was starting to get the feeling that there was more between Mike and Cecilia. Nevertheless, that was something I'll be focusing on later.
"It doesn't matter what Cody has done. I come out next anyways," Mike stated, breaking the silence between us.
He rolled his shoulders and tilted his head from side to side, all warmed up and ready to rumble.
Mike and Cody are about to fight it out (and the other superstars in the ring, but who really cares about them)! When will Beth Phoenix come out? Will Ted ever catch a breath? Find out in the next chapter!