Chapter 38
Jon passed all the tests the WWE gave him with flying colors.
That eased Jecina's mind a little as she walked inside the arena, her hand clasped with Jon's. The emerald ring was on her right ring finger, which was the hand he had hold of currently. Nobody would think anything of it since she had an emerald sleeveless silk top on with a black skirt, black flats on her feet. Her hair was braided over her shoulder, which would be twisted into a bun once she began cooking for the event.
"I was meaning to ask you…why did you choose an emerald?"
Jon chewed his gum thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "Reminded me of your eyes when you're turned on." He replied with a straight face, shrugging at his gaping fiancée and smirked. "What?"
"Sex is really all you ever think about, isn't it?" Jecina meant to say it scathingly, but it came out in sheer amusement as she leaned against his side. "Regardless, I love it."
"Good." Jon kissed the top of her head and squeezed her backside, winking down at her. "And I'm a guy, precious. Sex is a huge part of our thought process, usually."
Jecina couldn't argue that fact and stopped outside of catering, turning to look up at him. "Please be careful tonight. I really don't need you going to the hospital again." Something told her a trip was inevitable when it came to the twins tearing each other apart in a steel cage.
"You worry too much, Jina." Jon slid his finger down her cheek and softly kissed her, letting it linger. "I can't promise you a hospital visit won't happen and you know that. But I WILL promise you Ambrose isn't walking out of this arena on his own tonight. He WILL be going to the hospital, even if I have to join him." His eyes had turned to ice at the thought of all the horrible things he planned on doing for his revenge.
"That really does not make me feel any better." She grumbled, heaving a sigh and already knew she'd be glued to the monitor during the match. "I love you."
"Ditto, precious."
"Aww isn't that just vomit-inducing?"
Jecina and Jon parted, their eyes moving to the individual standing before them and she immediately placed a hand against Jon's chest. "Then don't watch, Ambrose. It's not for your eyes anyway."
Jon had to admit watching Jecina talk back to his twin brother, in a snarky tone, was incredibly hot. Christ, he couldn't do anything about it until later that night at the hotel, providing he wasn't spending it in another hospital bed. He didn't say a single word, deciding to let Jecina handle this and moved to wrap his arms around her waist to pull her back against his chest. It was his way of telling her silently he was here for her, his eyes nothing more than ice.
Dean snarled, folding his arms in front of his chest. "Maybe you should suck face somewhere more privately then."
"Again, or maybe you can go fuck yourself and not watch." Jecina fired right back, refusing to back down from this dick and placed her hands over Jon's.
"Did you tell him about our little talk, Cina? Or did you keep that from him too?" Dean remarked, deciding to stir the pot a little between the two lovers and felt his stomach twist violently at the cold smile crossing her face.
"Oh, you mean where I told you I would never love you or be with you, even if I wasn't with him? Absolutely, he knows everything." Jecina heard Jon snicker in her ear and knew he was enjoying him a little too much. "Behave."
"Precious, this is about as behaved as I'm getting."
Her attention turned back to Dean. "And my name is not Cina to you. Only friends and people I like can call me that. My name is Jecina to you or Miss Shaw. Take your pick, Ambrose, but don't ever call me Cina again."
"Stop showing your ass in front of your boyfriend, Cina. It doesn't suit you to be snarky and a bitch." Dean smirked when Jon suddenly stepped in front of Jecina, nose to nose with him. "And what are you gonna do about it, Moxley, huh? She's a bitch and she knows it."
If Jon put his hands on Dean right now, he would regret it and the match would probably be canceled due to him going to jail for assault. "Keep running your mouth, Ambrose. Keep digging that grave deeper because, when all is said and done tonight, your ass will be fucking BURIED." It was a dark promise.
Dean snorted, not believing that for a second and cracked his knuckles, pursing his lips together tightly. "We'll see who ends up buried tonight, Moxley." There was an evil tinge to his own voice, more than ready to put his twin brother out of commission. "Maybe I'll just finish you off, permanently."
"You're welcome to try. You won't succeed." People all of his life had told Jon the same thing and he proved them wrong every single time. He was A LOT tougher than people gave him credit for, his own twin brother included. "The difference is I'll fucking see it coming when you try to nail me with a weapon tonight, asshole."
That didn't faze Dean in the slightest, a cool chuckle flowing out of his mouth. "Yeah, how's that back of yours doing, by the way? Really hope it's healed up or else it might become worse tonight." Now his tone was full of condescension. "Not to mention that concussion you had…"
Jon smiled wickedly, lightly tapping his head with his knuckles and squared his shoulders. "I'm ready to kick your ass from one side of that asylum, cage, whatever you wanna call it, to the other, Ambrose. And I'm not gonna stop until YOU'RE the one begging, screaming, for mercy." He meant what he said in his promo on Raw.
"We'll see."
"That's enough, both of you." Jecina had enough of the verbal pissing contest and wedged herself between the brothers with her back against Jon's chest. She did NOT move to touch Ambrose, keeping her hands at her sides. "I mean it, settle it in the ring. Be professional for a change, Ambrose."
"I'm professional all the time, Cina."
"No you're not because breaking script is the most unprofessional thing you can do in this business."
Dean rolled his eyes, tempted to shove her into Jon to prove a point, but Roman's deep voice stopped him from doing so.
"Dean, enough." Roman had witnessed some of what just went down and didn't want his friend getting suspended and fined again.
"Yeah Dean, enough." Jon mocked with a chuckle, waving him off dismissively. "Go on, go listen to your pet dog over there."
Dean gnashed his teeth, tempted to blast Jon in the face, but Roman's hand on his shoulder once again stopped him. "You're dead tonight, Moxley. I'm gonna make sure the pain you felt on Raw was NOTHING compared to what I do tonight!"
"You know, I see your lips moving, but I don't hear nothing."
Roman had to get Dean out of there NOW before the man completely blew his stack and ruined one of the hyped matches for the event. "Come on, man, let's get some fresh air."
Jecina couldn't laugh at Jon's smarminess because she was used to it and Dean's words genuinely had her concerned. She didn't show it, however, refusing to give him that satisfaction. Jon waved three fingers at Dean while Roman pulled him away, knowing he'd ruffled more than a few feathers. Good, he wanted Dean nice and pissed off, emotional, tonight for their match. It would make things a lot easier since the man would let his emotions override his brain and thought process.
"He's such a fucking asshole." Jecina growled, once Dean and Roman were out of earshot and shook her head, disappointment flooding through her.
"He's fucking dead." Jon could finally show his anger at everything Dean had said, including calling his woman a bitch. "Nobody, I don't give a damn who it is, calls you names and gets away with it. I'm gonna fuck his world up tonight, I promise you, Jina."
She believed him wholeheartedly.
"AND YOUR NEW WWE WOMEN'S CHAMPION…"
Lilianna rose the Women's title in the air proudly, tears flowing down her cheeks while posing for the crowd. She did not expect to win against Charlotte Flair, but Stephanie had pulled her aside to let her know the last minute change. Charlotte didn't seem happy about dropping the title to her and Gabriella honestly didn't care. She wasn't fond of Charlotte down in NXT because the woman was full of herself and thought the world revolved around her. All because she was Ric Flair's daughter. That was the ONLY reason why she got a foot in the door in WWE and everybody knew it; she was favored above other more deserving women in the locker room. Gabriella would not allow herself to be overshadowed by a Flair, no way, no how.
Jecina and Lilianna were both waiting for her to come through the curtain, immediately bombarding her with hugs. The girls were all crying, genuinely happy for Gabriella since she'd come a very long way from NXT. Of course, Baron was there and waited for the girls to break their circle up before he extended his arms, lifting her in his arms to hug her tightly.
"I'm so damn proud of you, Gabi…" His voice was full of emotion as Baron buried his face in the crook of her neck and squeezed her even tighter. "You deserve this and don't let no more tell you differently."
Gabriella cried harder, clinging to Baron for dear life and didn't bother breaking away from him. Everybody knew they were best friends and had come up through the ranks of NXT together. Eventually, he set her down to allow Alexa to get some love in, the girls embracing tightly. Alexa was crying too, beyond excited for one of her best friends.
"We are SO celebrating tonight, Gabs!"
Baron chuckled at Alexa's enthusiasm, agreeing and dropped a kiss on Gabriella's forehead. "I'll be there, you know that."
"Hell yeah, we're there too!" Lilianna grinned, draping an arm around Jecina's neck to join in on the fun.
"Depending on what happens in Jon's match, I will hopefully be there." Jon came first and they all nodded in understanding since the match would be extremely brutal.
Gabriella did not blame Jecina a bit and hoped Jon could at least walk out of the ring tonight when all was said and done. Another hospital visit may be Jecina's undoing at this rate. "Okay – okay, party animals, I gotta go shower and change and then we can discuss where we're having this celebration at."
With the Women's championship over her shoulder, Gabriella headed to her locker room and was suddenly yanked into a dark dressing room. Her back slammed against the door harshly and the title dropped to the floor as a pair of lips claimed her roughly, hands sliding down her sides. She knew these lips, which was why she hadn't kneed the recipient yet and kissed him back with equal vigor. It somewhat broke her heart, however, that he couldn't even congratulate her properly in front of everyone. Everything was secretive with him and she understood it was due to his divorce, but at the same time, Gabriella wanted, needed, more than just a fuck buddy.
"Mmm congratulations, baby." His voice rumbled in her ear, his mouth gliding down her jaw to her neck, not minding the sweat coating her delectable body. "Couldn't help overhear your plans for tonight…" Now he sounded a little annoyed. "I figured we'd be having his own celebration tonight."
Gabriella chewed her bottom lip, really not wanting to disappoint her friend and especially Baron, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. "We could go with them…finally introduce you to the most important people in my life?" She suggested, deciding to throw a gauntlet out to him and heard him snort in reply.
"Gabriella, you know that's not possible right now. I need you to be patient with me and I promise we'll come out together soon. Besides," He paused, caressing her breast through the thin material of her wrestling gear. "You know you'd have a lot more fun with me than your friends anyway. Naked fun, at that."
He did not want to play the power card with her, but he would if he had to. It was because of HIM she was on the main roster and out of the NXT trenches. It was because of HIM she just defeated Ric Flair's daughter and became WWE Women's champion. And it was because of HIM she had gotten that opportunity in the first place. If Gabriella couldn't at least thank him properly, maybe he would have to show her what happened when a woman pissed him off and didn't toe the line.
If Gabriella had an inkling of what he was currently thinking, she would've slapped him silly and ran for the hills. "M-Maybe I can just tell them I'm tired…" She finally stammered out, gasping when his fingers began stroking her beneath her wrestling bottoms.
That made him smile, the annoyance deteriorating almost instantly. "That's my good girl. You're so good to me. Now turn around and let's start this celebration a little early." It would have be a quickie and he'd make it up to her later that night at the hotel.
Gabriella allowed him to remove the wrestling gear from her sweaty body and obediently turned around, splaying her hands against the door.
Once they were finished, Gabriella redressed and then went the rest of the way to her locker room, feeling used and cheap. She managed to pull her cell phone out, while starting the shower, and told both Baron and Alexa in a text message she wasn't feeling up to going out tonight. They were disappointed rightfully so, but what was she supposed to do? Gabriella didn't want to upset her lover and could tell, if she didn't spend the night with him celebrating her title victory, he wouldn't be happy with her. Besides, spending time with Baron wasn't an option right now, not with the draft around the corner in a few months.
Stepping out of the shower an hour later, after first taking a hot and then cold one, Gabriella's phone went off and it was a text message from her lover.
Something came up tonight. Can't spend tonight with you. Enjoy your friends and I'll see you tomorrow at Raw.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Gabriella felt anger surge through her and she actually threw her phone, burying her face in her hands beginning to cry. There was no way to text Baron and Alexa and tell them she'd changed her mind, not now! Gabriella felt completely dejected and gritted her teeth, not knowing how much longer she'd be able to tolerate this from her lover. More like controlling asshole that didn't give a damn about her! Growling, Gabriella dressed and sat down in her dressing room to watch the rest of the event alone, the high of winning the Women's championship gone.