Chapter 38

December 21st, 2012

8:45 PM

Stamford, Connecticut

I loved WWE Parties. Why? They were fantastic. Good music for the most part, people I enjoyed, and the best part? Bands that sang the theme songs. I was desperately hoping Three Days Grace would come again. I had to tell Adam how great the new album was. Transit of Venus was fucking fantastic. Besides wanting Adam and the rest of the band to be here, I also wanted Iron Maiden, who sang Rue's theme song, to be here too. I knew they'd been invited and I hoped that at least Bruce showed. Rue would love that.

"Vanessa, have you seen them yet?"Rue asked, running over to me. I shook my head. "I haven't seen Bruce or Adam yet."I told her, frowning. We had split up to find the singers of our favorite bands. Or any member for that matter. "Wanna try again? I'll look for Adam this time."Rue offered. I nodded. "I'll go find Bruce."I told her. We nodded and split up again. After a few minutes of searching I finally found him. I pushed my way through people and smiled at Bruce Dickinson. "Excuse me, but please come with me."I said, grabbing his hand. I started to drag him to the designated meeting place Rue and I'd established at the beginning of the party. "Forgive me for this Bruce."I said, chuckling as I dragged along the lead singer to Iron Maiden and Rue's God. Rue would be stoked. When we got to the meeting place, I smirked when I saw Rue. "Alright, she's wearing a Maiden shirt as you can tell. I don't know if you remember, but she and I went to a concert about a month ago. That woman idolizes you. You're her God."I told him in a whisper. He smiled. "Watch this then."He said, grinning deviously.

He walked behind Rue and stopped. "Nice shirt."He said. Rue began turning around. "Tha-"She cut herself off, her jaw hanging open. "Br-Br-Bruce."She stuttered. I loved it when Rue got like this. It was great. "The one and only."He said. I grinned as Rue's face was showing nothing but pure adoration for the man in front of her. "Your friend tells me you guys were at a concert not long ago. I think I remember you. You were the one that said I'm your God. Right?"He asked. Rue nodded. "Yes Sir."She said. "I've loved Iron Maiden since I was a kid. Best band. Ever."She told him. Bruce laughed. "Oh lord. I hope we didn't corrupt you at a young age."He said. Rue laughed. "No, it definitely wasn't you guys that corrupted me."She said. She looked behind Bruce and at me. "I almost forgot. Adam's been located. Waiting for you over there."She said, pointing. I looked to where she pointed and grinned. Adam was indeed waiting for me, leaning on a wall. I grinned. "No molesting of the rock star Vanessa. Jeff wouldn't like that."Rue said. I smirked. "What Jeff doesn't know won't hurt him."I teased, beginning to walk over to Adam.

"I believe we've met before."Adam said, grinning at me. I grinned back. "We have."I replied. Adam gave me a hug, which I gladly returned. "How ya been Champ?"He asked me. I smiled. "Been good. Got married since last time I saw you."I said, showing off my ring. He smiled. "Being married's awesome, huh? I love my wife to death. My kids too."He said, smiling. I nodded. "I don't have any kids, but I love my husband. Oh, speaking of love, mind if I go fangirl on you for a second?"I asked him. Adam laughed. "Go for it."He said. "Transit of Venus. Holy mother fucking God. It is fantastic. It's constantly playing whenever I listen to music."I said. He chuckled. "I'm glad you like the album. I see you're still using Break as your entrance."He said.

"Mhmm. My favorite song."

"Still?"

"Still."

"So, last time I saw you, it was with Chad Kroeger, whose voice you said was orgasmic."

I laughed. "Yeah, it was. And his voice still is."

"What about my voice?"

"Are we jealous that I didn't say your voice was orgasmic too?"I asked, teasing.

"Maybe a little."He said, grinning.

"Well I'm sorry. Adam Gontier, your voice is very orgasmic."I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He nodded in agreement. "That's better."Adam said. "So tell me Vanessa, why was I kidnapped by your friend Rue?"He asked. I chuckled. "Because we promised to find our favorite singers for the other. I found her Bruce, she found me you."I explained. "Bruce? As in...?"

"Bruce Dickinson."

"He's fucking great."

"He is!"

"Can we go talk to him?"

"I think so. Hopefully Rue won't eat us."I said. I grabbed his shirt sleeve and began to pull him over to where Bruce must've been telling Rue a story. She was hanging on his every word. I supposed that's how I looked when Shawn talked. When Adam and I got to Bruce and Rue, so did Phil. "Oh hey, it's Bruce Dickinson."Phil said, like it wasn't a big deal. "You're an alright singer."He said. I grinned in amusement as Rue's face contorted with rage. "AN ALRIGHT SINGER? THIS MAN HAS THE VOICE OF A GOD!"She yelled at him, swinging at him. Lucky for Phil, he dodged the hit. Sadly, he came over to me for protection. "Save me Nessie!"He said, hiding behind me. I laughed. "Yeah right. I'm not putting myself in danger. Fuck you."I said. He groaned and looked in front of me, where Adam was. "Oh God. It's you. Dude, you know how sick of your voice I am? That's all she listens to!"Phil complained. I narrowed my eyes at him and elbowed him in the gut. "Don't insult Adam! His voice is marvelous!"I told Phil, turning around and punching him in the stomach. Rue walked over and punched Phil even harder than I had. "That's for saying Bruce was an alright singer you ass!"She said. Phil groaned in pain, holding his stomach. "God Dammit you two..."He complained. Rue smirked. "You mean Bruce dammit."She corrected. I chuckled at Rue's correction. Phil sighed and rubbed his stomach. "I'm leaving this group of people. Seriously. You all are assholes."He said, walking off. "See you later!"Rue and I chorused, and then continued to enjoy the party without Phil.

Sunday

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"The very loud, very irritated voice of the United States Champion yelled. "I HAVEN'T HAD A MATCH IN FOREVER! I'M THE FUCKING CHAMPION! WHY DON'T I HAVE A MATCH BOOKED?"She yelled at some poor defenseless stagehand. "Miss Copeland, the only storyline you have going is the one with Cena, and he's got a title match tonight. You have the finals of your tournament!"He said in a sort of pleading voice. The blonde glared at the man. Just as she opened her mouth to yell some more, a large hand clasped over it. "Nessie, leave the poor man alone. It's not his fault. He just makes sure people are in their places."Minnow said.

"I will bite your hand if you don't move it."She growled out behind his hand.

He smirked at her. "Go ahead, bite me. See what happens."He taunted. Vanessa contemplated that for a second, but wasn't sure if she wanted to find out just exactly what would happen if she bit Minnow. "Just move your hand dammit."She complained. Minnow chuckled and removed his hand from her mouth. "Now, let's leave the poor stagehand alone."He said, grabbing her by the elbow. "But I want to yell at him some more. I know it's his fault I don't have a match, I can feel it."Vanessa said, although not fighting Minnow when he started to drag her away. "Just because you've stopped me from yelling at that man, it doesn't mean I'm still not pissed. I'm a champion and I haven't had a match since God knows when. I'm tired of it."She stated.

"I get that, but yelling at poor defenseless stagehands doesn't give you matches. You have to yell at other people. Like say, John Laurinaitis, Vince, people like that."

"Yell at Vince? Are you serious? That's career suicide."

"What about Johnny Ace?"

Vanessa chuckled. "I yell at him too much as is. He gets tired of it and has started to yell back."She sighed. "I just want to wrestle."She said. Minnow moved his hand from her elbow and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Think of it this way Nessie baby. When your tournament is over tonight, you have a guranteed match at the Royal Rumble. Then you can stop complaining."He said. The blonde chuckled and sort of leaned into him. "Oh Minnow. What would I do without you to defuse my irritation?"She laughed. Minnow grinned. "Well I think you would go on a lot more yelling sprees, probably would've killed a few people by now."He told her. He stopped abruptly, pausing to look at his phone. He let out a groan and shoved it back into his jeans pocket. "Hate to leave you, but duty calls."He told Vanessa. She nodded in understanding and separated herself from him. He gave her a quick hug and then went to fufill his duties.

Now alone, Vanessa was unsure of what to do. She had a while before the finals of the tournament. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and looked at it. Should she call Jeff? They hadn't spoken in a few days. It worried Vanessa. Every day she hadn't heard from her husband, the more worried she became about Beth's place in Jeff's life. She tried to tell herself that she was stupid, and Jeff wouldn't ever try anything with Beth, but there was that small part of her that doubted her words. Beth had been through a lot with Jeff, a lot more than she and Jeff had been through. Beth was also there first...they had history. With a sigh, Vanessa tried to push those thoughts away. She glanced down at her phone, smiling at the picture of her and Jeff she used as her wallpaper. With a sudden need to hear his voice, she dialed his number and called him. She was disappointed when it went to voicemail. After leaving a somewhat pathetic message, she put her phone back in her pocket, her mood darkening. 'Probably busy with Beth.' a voice in her head told her. She scowled at the voice, but didn't argue. He probably was. The formerly perky blonde now was in a bad mood, and the fact that she had to wait for her part of the show worsened that mood. She needed to hit something, or someone. Soon.

"Vanessa, who do you think will come out victorious in this match? The Miz or Brock Lesnar?"Jerry The King Lawler asked. The blonde shrugged and leaned her head on her right hand. "Don't really care."She said. Cole smiled. "Think you got the match either way?"He asked. Vanessa shrugged again. "Sure."She replied in a bored tone. "Are you alright Vanessa? You seem kinda out of it."Jerry asked. "I'm fine."She replied. "Are you su-"

"I SAID I'M FINE DAMMIT!"She snapped.

The United States Champion stayed silent after that, leaving the commentary to the King and Cole. She watched the match with a look that clearly said she wasn't paying attention. Something else was on her mind. She didn't even perk up when the bell rang, signalling the end of the match. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match and the number one contender for the United States Championship, Brock Lesnar!"Lillian said. Vanessa stood, grabbed her belt, and began walking up the ramp. Not one to be ignored, Brock yelled at her to get her attention. She didn't even turn around, and just walked past the curtain, leaving the WWE Universe confused. Just what was wrong with their beloved champion?

Okay, I know it's ridiculously short, but be happy! My block is gone! Yay that! A certain reader really got me back into the story(she knows who she is) and I had to write. Granted it took me a really long time to write because I've been going through a rough patch with my writing. What that means is everything I wrote, I hated, so I would delete it. I felt my writing had become shitty and awful, so I just didn't write. I actually believed for a while that I wouldn't ever write again. Thankfully, I was wrong. As for this chapter, and where things are headed, here's what's going down. I'm doing a little time skip next chapter. Nothing huge. like two weeks. I want to get to the Rumble faster. As for Brock? I know you're tired of seeing him. But he's needed. You'll see. Jeffless chapter, I know. There's a reason. As you can tell, Positivity isn't working for Vanessa. Her mood is going to get much worse. One last thing. i havne't really been watching wrestling lately. I watch bits of Raw, but that's about it...so I'm terribly out of the loop. Someone who reads please tell me how AJ and Ziggler got together? Thanks! XD. Review please!