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As I walked up the ramp and backstage, I felt numb despite the roaring enthusiasm of the crowd. I could not believe the events of tonight. It was a total disaster, so many things went wrong. I was supposed to be walking out the general manager of Raw and Smackdown. Instead, I'm walking out smelling like beer and embarrassed. I dreaded coming backstage, I know I have a few messes to clean up.
I walked past a few of the divas who in turn gave me dirty looks. They think I did John wrong by omitting some rather important information and they were right. I should have told John but to be fair, nobody in my life knew…well besides Wade and the hired help back at home. I promptly flipped them off. Alicia Fox scoffed. I smirked. Served her right. I hated when people were in my business.
I continued my walk through the hallways, making a beeline to Wade's dressing room. I flung the door open. He turned to me and opened his arms expectantly. I ran into them and he wrapped his big strong arms around me. I immediately felt my body relax. He just held me silently for a few minutes before finally speaking.
"Quite a mess out there, Nic," he said softly into my ear.
"Yeah…Such a big mess. I'm still trying to process it all. It's just such a shock."
"I'm so sorry, love. I know you had your heart set on that general manger job."
"I'll live. I guess that means I'm not leaving the ring after all," I joked half heartedly.
"I guess not. That sounds like good news for Randy and I! We would have missed you immensely," he said giving me a tight squeeze before letting me go.
"You better have!" I said with a smile. "I was just so sure I was getting that job. Now I feel like it was just ripped away from me."
"Well, Vince shouldn't have led you to believe that the job was yours unless he knew for sure. You definitely deserved it though." I smiled.
"You're damn right I did. So how are you dealing with the Steve thing?" I asked hesitantly. He tensed.
"How am I doing with the fact that the man that caused us to not talk for almost a year is back here raising hell? Quite frankly, I'm a little pissed off!" He fumed.
"I know you hate him but he's not a bad guy, Wade. You know that. Hell! I'm his ex-wife and I think he's a great guy," I said throwing my hands up.
"If he such a good guy then why do you seem so worried? I saw the look on your face when he came down that ramp," he snapped, calling me out. I took a deep breath.
"Why am I worried? Because Steve Austin is a loose cannon. You know damn well that he is. A lot of the shit he does is hilarious, but you never know what he's going to do. I was more upset that I wasn't Gm and that my boyfriend and my ex-husband were coming face to face."
"Not to mention your boyfriend didn't know that guy he suggested was married to you!" He jested.
"Jerk!" I giggled. "He was so pissed…"
"I can't believe you let the poor chum run out of there. You didn't even try to stop him!" Wade said amused.
"I yelled for him to stay!"
"That is hardly trying to stop him and you know it!" he protested.
"Okay, fine! I didn't really try to stop him. But I knew he needed to process things and he was mortified. What good would have come from having him stay? No good at all!"
"You are probably right but you know you can't run from this. You have to talk to John….or break up with him. Your choice!" He said with a smile.
"Ha, very funny Wade. I'm not breaking up with him no matter how many times you bring it up!" I said with a chuckle.
"Can't blame a man for trying. Wanna head out of here?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Did you want to stay with me tonight?" he asked softly.
"Yeah…yeah I think so. I really should give John some space tonight. Plus I just don't feel like arguing tonight."
"Alright, let's get out of here then." He put his arm over my shoulder protectively and led me out of the arena. That's one of the things I loved about Wade, he always made me feel protected.
I woke up the next morning in a pair of Wade's pajamas. I sat up and stretched. Wade was still sleeping soundly next to me. I smiled at the sight of such a strong man seeming so vulnerable. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek before sliding out of bed and slipping into my own clothes. I did my hair and makeup. I heard my phone vibrate.
"Hey Nicki, tough break last night. I was looking forward to having a GM who liked me!" he joked. I smiled and texted back.
"Oh thanks! Maybe next time. After a night like last night, I'm glad to be getting off of the road for a few days!"
"Headed back to Tampa?"
"Unfortunately. I don't really want to be around many people! Kinda want to hit the ranch for a few days."
"Well maybe you could get away for a bit…want to come to Chicago?" A rush of excitement ran through my veins.
"Let me think about it?" I asked.
"Absolutely. When you make up your mind, you know where to find me."
I smiled as I snuck out of the quiet hotel room and into the hall. I walked over to the room that John and I were supposed to share last night. I inserted my key into the door and opened it. I headed over to my suitcase that was laying in the corner of the room. Immediately, the bathroom door opened. A towel clad John Cena emerged.
"Nicolette…where the hell have you been?" He asked part irradiation and part relief in his voice.
"I slept in Wade's room last night," I said simply.
"Wade's room! Wade's room! That figures, Nic. It's always Wade. Wade, Wade, Wade," he mocked.
"Oh don't be like that. I was just giving you some space. You were furious last night. I thought you might want time to process everything."
"I didn't want space. I wanted to talk to my girlfriend. You have some fucking explaining to do." He slipped on some clothes.
"I know, John. I'm sorry. So, so sorry…" I said sadly.
"Sorry for not telling me or sorry that you got busted."
"I really should have told you earlier in the relationship. Having been married is kind of important to mention, I know. I just…I don't like to tell people I'm divorced."
"Why not? I'm divorced. I get it. It sucks. But why couldn't you tell me?" he said frustrated.
"Well for one, because it means I failed at my relationship. Failure sucks."
"And two?"
"When somebody finds out they are married they want to know who to. Do you know how it is to have to tell them you were married to Stone Cold Steve Austin? When people find out they think my connections are the only reason I'm sitting pretty with a WWE contract. I earned this! I didn't want to devalue my hard work." He almost softened.
"I know that must be hard but I'm your boyfriend. I respect the hell out of your ability. I'd never think it was Austin who made you who you are. He trained you but that doesn't mean shit. It kind of hurts that you'd think I would think so low of you. You should know me better than that!"
"I know. Once I saw him come down that ramp, I was going to tell you. But then Steve kind of beat me to it. I didn't mean to make a fool of you out there."
"I know you didn't Nicolette." He took a deep breath and stepped towards me. I looked up at him.
"Are we okay John?" I said softly, in nearly a whisper. He was silent for a moment. A moment that seemed like a million years.
"We're okay, Nic. Just no more secrets….okay?" He asked with a small smile.
"Okay." I wrapped my arms around his waist and I nestled in close to his body.
"Babe is there anything else you're hiding? Now would be the time to confess!" he joked. I laughed almost nervously. I thought about my hidden friendship with the champ, CM Punk. He would be so pissed.
"Oh of course not!" I reassured him guiltily. My conscience almost pleading with me to reveal it so he wouldn't be furious later on. Yet my mind was trying to combat it. M friendship with Punk was one of the few things in the WWE universe that wasn't public knowledge.
"I know babe," he laughed. "So what did you think about CM Punk tonight?" I felt my heart begin to race. It was like he knew I was thinking about him.
"I uh…I don't…well funny that you mention-" I stammered.
"He is a total entitled asshole. You heard him tonight on that mic. How can he go out there and just demand respect like it isn't something you earn!" John said angrily. I immediately calmed.
"Honey, he isn't that bad. I think he is just frustrated."
"Well that is no excuse, Nic! Why are you defending him?"
"I'm not…it's just…I don't see this as black and white. There are a lot of areas of grey in between, John. I just don't condemn him as quickly or easily as you."
"Fair enough I guess. We'll have to agree to disagree."
"Okay. This definitely isn't worth fighting over." He kissed my forehead.
"You're right. Let's not fight."
"Sounds good." I gave him a big kiss. "I'd love to stay longer but I've gotta go, John."
"Where you off to?"
"Airport."
"Going home to Tampa?" I shook my head.
"I think I might go on a little trip."
"San Antonio again?" He asked curiously.
"Maybe!" I said with a smile.
"Okay, have a safe trip, Nic. I'll miss you," he said sweetly.
"I'll miss you to." I kissed his lips and pulled my suitcase out into the hall. I made it down to the lobby and called a cab.
I finally made it to the airport I walked up to the peppy brunette at the desk.
"Hi! How may I help you today?" she chirped.
"I need to change my ticket," I said sliding the ticket across the counter.
"What change needs to be made?"
"The location…there has been a change of plans," I answered softly.
"Where are you headed instead?" I smiled at her almost micheviously.
"Chicago."
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