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My TLC match training had come to a close. I'd had so much fun the last few days with Punk. Despite this process being a lot of work, we'd had a such a great time together. I was a little sad that it had to end. When we got to be in our own little bubble it was so great but reality wasn't so conducive to our friendship. We headed to the airport to catch our flight to Raleigh, North Carolina for Raw. We checked our bags and had some time to kill. Punk suggested we grab a snack. We grabbed a treat and found a table to sit at. My phone was getting bombarded with text messages all of a sudden. My boys missed me.
"Whoa Ms. Popular!" He teased.
"Don't be too jealous, Mr. Champion, but my people are calling!"
"By people you mean the Nicolette fan club!" I shot him a look. "What? Am I wrong?" He said with a knowing grin.
"No…you're right. Some from Wade, some from Randy…a few from John."
"How is ol' John boy?"
"Fine, I guess. He is very excited to get at you on Sunday."
"Oh really now? Somehow I'm not surprised," he said flatly.
"He says he wants to teach you something about 'earning respect not demanding it'" I quoted John with a giggle.
"I know he's your boyfriend, but he's a real ass!"
"Believe me, I know he has his moments. He had the nerve to ask me to tone down the sex appeal on camera. Can you believe that?!"
"Seriously? What a jerk. Relationships are about liking people or at least accepting them for who they are not changing them. We does he get off dictating your behavior."
"He says he likes me the way I am but his PR person says it's bad for his 'image'" I scoffed.
"So it's official, I'll have to kick his ass in order to keep my title and to defend your honor!" He proclaimed.
"Well thank you! But don't forget Big Show is going to be there too! You and John are so focused on beating the shit out of each other you seem to forget he's in the triple threat match too."
"I know, like fighting Cena isn't enough, I got stuck defending the title against the giant too!"
"It definitely is going to be a tough title defense. Between you and me, I think you'll be walking out of that arena in Atlanta the champion," I said assuring him.
"You may be right but Super Cena wont quit coming after me. Even if I win, I'll probably end up facing him at Survivor series too. So this Hell in a Cell is just the tip of the ice burg and you know it," he said calmly. He really did have a point, John didn't quit until he gets what he wants.
"Well I guess that means you are going to do what you do best…being the best in the world!" I said smiling.
"I guess so!"
"I'll find a way to help you, I promise."
"Well, It'd help if that Ex-husband of yours didn't fucking hate me. It's always helpful when the general manager doesn't hate your guts!"
"Yeah, Steve isn't so fond of you. It's probably because you guys are similar professionally. I could talk to him for you if you want," I offered.
"Nah, that's not my style. I'll have to figure out a way to deal with it, I guess," he shrugged.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yeah...he doesn't even know we're friends. I wouldn't want you to blow our cover."
"Well, he knows you exist, just not who you are. So he's very well aware I have a secret friend on the roster. I just haven't told him it's you."
"So you hide me from your friends but not your ex-husband?" He teased.
"We're friends too!" I said with a giggle.
"I suppose you are. But still, I can find a way to handle it," he assured me.
"You know…I have a crazy idea…" I began thinking out loud.
"What is it?" he asked curiously, a skeptical look crossed his face.
"Well…you know what? Never mind. Forget I said anything," I dismissed it.
"Nope, now you have to tell me!"
"Nope!"
"As your champion I demand you tell me!" he joked.
"Fine…I know somebody who can help you out," I said confidently. I grabbed a piece of paper out of my purse and wrote down the name and number and handed it to him. "Here, call him. You won't regret it." He looked at the paper carefully.
"Why hadn't I thought of this before? This is a perfect solution. Thank you!" He said giving me a big smile.
"You are very welcome. Now come on, we don't want to miss our flight." We made our way to the gate to get on our plane.
I arrived at the arena for Raw right on time. I made my way to John and I's locker room. John and Eve were already there.
"Hi there!" I said cheerily. John immediately rose to his feet to greet me.
"Hello gorgeous!" He said giving me a kiss. "I missed you babe."
"I missed you to, John."
"How was the ranch?"
"It was fantastic!" I fibbed. "It was much needed time away. I'm all refreshed and ready for Hell in the Cell on Sunday."
"I'm glad to hear it. I wish I could have gone with you."
"Maybe some other time, dear."
"You promise?"
"Yes, I promise," I said with a small smile.
"Good."
We continued to watch the show. The Big Show was scheduled to wrestle next. I turned to Eve.
"Hey Eve, I have a job for you," I said sweetly.
"Perfect! What do you need me to do?" She said eagerly. I pulled a sealed envelope from my purse.
"Can you get this to room 345. It's Wade's room. Just slide it under the door and come on back here," I instructed.
"Okay, be right back." I nodded as a looked at my phone.
"John, I have to go talk to Randy quick. Be back in a few," I said convincingly.
"Sounds good, Nic."
I walked out of the room and down the corridors until I spotted the door, I'd been looking for. I looked around to see if anybody was watching, they weren't. I quickly entered the room…Big Show's room to be specific. There was a bottle of water sitting on the bench. I walked over to it and opened the cap. I removed some pills from my pocket and crushed them up into the bottle. I shook it for good measure. I looked up at the tv monitor in his room. He'd just won his match. I scrambled to my feet and got the hell out of there. I didn't want to be the one pissing off the giant.
I didn't go back to my room. Instead, I sat at catering not to far from his room to watch. Soon enough, Big show headed back to his room. Within 10 minutes, he emerged in his street clothes and a nearly finished bottle of water. I smiled, bingo. I promptly stood up and made my way to the General managers office. I didn't bother to knock, I just entered.
"Hello Nicolette Darlin', what can I do for you?" Steve said with a smile.
"Well, I heard something that may interest you. I heard Big Show was popping pills tonight. I'm not sure what but I get the feeling it was probably a banned substance…"
"How sure are you?" He asked concerned.
"Like 85%. If he's taking stuff its dangerous….and unfair to John at Hell in a Cell."
"I know. I'll handle it. Get him tested right away. Don't you worry about your boyfriend."
"Thanks Steve."
"You're welcome. Are we still on for dinner on Saturday?"
"Absolutely, I wouldn't dare stand up the Texas Rattlesnake!"
"That's what I like to hear sweetheart!" He said pleased.
"Bye dear," I returned cheerily as I bounced out of his office and over to the gorilla position for my match.
12 minutes later, I happily walked backstage, exhausted but pleased at my victory over R-Truth. I made my way back to the locker room. I was so energetic that I threw the door open and ran to John. He lifted me up and I startled his waist with my legs. I immediately kissed him. He deepened it, his tongue entering my mouth. I ran my fingers through the little hair on his head. He pulled away and placed his mouth on my neck. I moaned in delight as the soft kisses became the most sensual of nibbles all down the neck. My hands traveled down his muscular body and began to unbuckle his belt. He once again returned his mouth to my lips and I nibbled his bottom lip. Knowingly, he walked over to the couch in the room, his lips never breaking contact with my mine. He laid me down on the couch and put his body on mine. I began to slide down his shorts when a feverish knocking sounded on the door.
"Are you kidding me!" I spat agitated. He smiled.
"Timing always was our forte," he chuckled. We quickly adjusted ourselves. "Come on in!" Eve poked her head in the doorway.
"Sorry to umm…interrupt but John is being summoned down to the ring. All the WWE championship participants are," She said quickly.
"Okay, thanks Eve," he said politely. "Want to come with Nic?"
"I would."
We made our way to the curtain and John's music played. We walked down the ramp and into the ring and watched as the big show and CM Punk each made their entrances. The three men all exchanged dirty looks to one another. It was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering. Steve made his way down to the ring.
"I'm not going to pussyfoot around the issue here, there is a change in the WWE Championship match for Hell in a Cell. Today, it was brought to my attention that one of the participants may be violating the wellness policy. Those allegations were handled seriously and a drug test was conducted." Punk shot me a look and smirked. I bit my lip to contain my grin. "The results are in. Big Show, the results came back positive. You are suspended for 30 days. So you wont be competing on Sunday, you dumb SOB." The crowd cheered. Big show grabbed the mic.
"I can assure you all that I do not take drugs or use anything the violates the WWE wellness policy. I don 't know who, but somebody is setting me up. I'm going to find out who they are and tear them into pieces. That I can promise you.!" He spat angrily into the mic before throwing it to the ground and stomping up the ramp.
"Punk, Cena the two of you will now be competing in singles competition at Hell in the Cell." I looked up to see a big smile on John's face.
"I'm just glad my inevitable victory is going to be that much easier now," John hissed into the mic.
"Inevitable? I'd like to remind you that when we go head to head John Boy, I'm the one who usually comes out on top," Punk said with a smug smile.
"We'll just have to see who's holding the belt up high in victory at Hell in the Cell then. May the best man win…"
"Oh I will," Punk spat, taunting John with the belt.
The show went off of the air and I walked with John backstage. Eve was sitting in our locker room when we returned. We sat down and that's when I noticed the weird looks that Eve and John were shooting at each other. I wasn't sure what was going on but it sure as hell raised some red flags….
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