AN: Sorry for the weekend long wait, you guys. :(
Chapter 52
Mickie held her sore cheek before turning to the blonde woman with a shocked look that never left her face after she was slapped.
"…" she couldn't even utter a word.
"Did you hear me? I said stay the hell away from my husband." the blonde woman repeated with a look of scorn.
The Diva finally found her voice again. "…And WHO are you and what the hell is your problem?" she demanded.
"I am Jessica Irvine, aka Chris Jericho's WIFE." she explained. "You have some nerve."
"What the hell are you talking about, you're not his wife anymore!" the brunette snapped.
"Oh no? Take a look." Mrs. Irvine replied, whipping out her wallet which draped out a roll of pictures including her and Jericho, happy and smiling, their three kids, and Jericho with each of his children.
Mickie slowly shook her head and replied, "You have a beautiful family, but you can't call me a homewrecker."
"Why the hell not? Chris is my husband! We are happily married!"
"Not anymore!" she argued.
"What are you talking about?"
"Chris told me himself that he was in the process of getting a divorce from you! I don't know why, but what he told me was that he wanted to divorce you so that he could be with me." Mickie replied with a serious look. "And that's the truth."
Jessica, though, was not amused. "You lying bitch! Just because you work with him, doesn't give you the right to make up these lies about my husband! He has a FAMILY to come home to, and you need to take your trifling, whoring self and leave him the hell alone."
The Diva chuckled lightly. "Ok, you do know that calling me all these names doesn't make you any better, right? Chris said that he was getting a divorce from you, and I believe him. We love each other, Jessica. He told me himself that he loved me, and I feel the same about him."
"Shut the HELL up and stop lying!" she snapped.
"I'm just telling you the bare truth! Chris and I've known each other for years, so we're really good friends. We just took things a step further, ok? If he's not tied down to you anymore, he's free to see whoever he wants to, and that person is me."
Jessica's eyes pierced into hers. "All right. I'm going to have a little chat with Chris himself and get some answers from out of him. In the meantime, if I hear that you two have been sleeping together, I'm filing a restraining order on you." she replied, turning around and walking down the aisle.
Mickie called after her, "News flash, honey, we've slept together before."
She stopped.
"And he is a wonderful lover. Did he ever make you scream in bed as much as he made me?" she continued.
Jessica half turned around and called back, "This is your last warning – stay away from Chris. Or else you'll be seeing me again, and you will NOT want to, trust me."
She shrugged in reply. "Ok. Tell Chris I said 'hi' and that I love him!" Mickie exclaimed with a smirk.
The blonde growled a little before rushing off in a huff.
Back at the hotel, Chris and Velvet had the bedroom to themselves and were killing time by having their own little make-out session…
He broke away first, gazed down at the blonde, and kissed the tip of her nose again, smiling. "You're beautiful, Beautiful."
She giggled. "Why thank you, Handsome. This is so nice, isn't it? Just the two of us here, with nobody to disturb us?" she asked, trailing a finger down his chest.
"Yeah, it is pretty nice." Sabin replied, eying her down.
"See, aren't you much happier now that you're with me, Chris?" she asked. "You don't have to worry about any more drama from Mickie and her running out on you every five minutes. You never deserved what she put you through, babe, and she never deserved you."
He sighed. "Just give it a rest, Vel, ok?"
"No, I can't just give it a rest! That bitch insulted me one too many times and I'm planning on getting her back once I see her again."
"Just what are you talking about?"
"I dunno. Maybe once my leg returns to 100%, we'll fight, I could cut up all of her clothes or dump paint all over them, y'know, I'll just make her life miserable." the blonde smiled.
"Velvet, come on, that's not cool."
"You deserve some type of justice, Chris!"
"But still! You don't have to go through all that just to hurt her. Mickie's doing her own thing, she found somebody else, and I'm happy for her…really."
Velvet looked up at him.
"Despite all that went on between us, I still don't want to see her miserable, so you just stay away from her, she'll stay away from you, and everyone wins." he explained.
The blonde sighed loudly. "Fine, fine, if that's what you want. But don't expect me to like her anymore, she ruined our friendship all on her own."
"Uh, no offense, Vel, but you had just as much to do with that as she did. At the time, you had no problem trying to advance on me, right?"
"But that's different! I—"
To shut her up, he gave her a slow kiss. "Shh. Just forget it. So speaking of your leg, how's it feeling now? You need to go to any more rehab appointments?"
"Yeah, just a few. But fortunately, it's feeling so much better now and I'm stoked! I can't wait to get back in the ring."
"Oh, so I guess you'll be heading back to Impact soon, huh?"
Her expression dropped, suddenly realizing that both she and her boyfriend were in rival companies. "Oh…Well, you know what? I just decided something. As much as I'd love to go back, I can't."
Sabin raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"I just can't! Chris, I love you too much to just leave you like that." Velvet smiled.
"I understand, but I don't want you to end up losing your job over me! I'm totally not worth it." he shook his head.
"Sab, are you kidding me? You are worth everything to me. And any sacrifice is worth it for you." the Knockout replied, giving him another kiss.
He was still surprised upon hearing this. "Jamie, Impact is your life! You love it there!"
"No, you're my life." she corrected him, kissing him on the cheek before heading off. "I'll be right back, gonna check the mail."
He nodded and then checked his phone for any texts. Once he saw the background picture of Mickie, that he never wanted to change, he smiled at her beauty and lightly traced a finger around her outline. "You're my life, too." he whispered to himself, and silently whispered to Mickie, wherever she was.
Meanwhile, AJ and Alex were driving to the bank in their new Jaguar convertible, with Shelley in the driver's seat wearing his sunglasses and smiling all the way.
"Ah, baby, isn't this thing like a beauty? Don't you feel so carefree with the top down and the wind blowing through your hair, showing off to all the other drivers on the road with their…inferior four-wheeled nightmares?" he asked.
She turned to him and smirked a little. "Alex, you do know that the car's for me, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, you're acting like Del Rio brought it for you!"
"April, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now, which means we get to share our possessions. I share my video games with you all the time, so don't you owe me with this beautiful car?"
"There is a HUGE difference between a few video games and a $130,000 car, ok?" she replied.
"Well, either way, we're keeping this thing."
"Shells, we can't keep this forever. I just can't accept anything from someone like Del Rio! Wouldn't you do the same if Eve gave you a $100,000 car?"
He pondered for a moment.
She looked at him.
He kept pondering.
"Alex!"
"What? I'm thinking!"
"You shouldn't have to think about it at all!"
He sighed. "Okay, okay, you made your point. We'll get rid of this…rare, one of a kind vehicle, and resort back to that piece of crap Trans Am that'll one day drive us all off of the freeway and kill us. Kay?" he asked, smiling.
She playfully punched his arm. "Don't be sarcastic, you jerk." she chuckled as the two stopped in front of the bank. "Look, let's worry about the car situation later, I gotta go and get my next check from out of here."
Before she could step out of the car, Alex cried, "Oh, no need for that, let the car do that for ya." Then, with the click of the car's remote, the door on AJ's side rose vertically while her eyes widened. "H-How does it DO that?"
He smirked. "Beats me, but ain't it cool?"
The two then entered the bank to where they both approached the teller's window.
"Hey, how may I help you?" the woman behind the window asked.
Alex wrapped his arms around her waist and began kissing her neck, while she said between giggles, "Hi, I'd like to make a deposit for $1,000, please. Shells, stop it!"
"All righty then, can I see some ID?" asked the teller.
The Diva slipped her the card before smiling seductively and turning around to wrap Alex in a slow, yet passionate kiss while his arms pulled her closer to him. "Mmm, baby…" he muttered.
Neither of them noticed the annoyed – EXTREMELY annoyed customers standing behind them on line.
"Hey. Hey, EY!" this old woman cried out.
The two broke away and turned back to her.
"You two better knock it off right this minute, you hear?"
They shrugged, ignored her, and resumed kissing.
Apparently not getting through to them, the lady banged her cane multiple times and cried, "STOP IT!"
Alex whipped around, annoyed. "Look, lady, why don't you mind your own damn business, all right?"
"You and your little whore need to find a room!" she snapped back, to the shock of both of them.
"OH! Excuse me?" AJ demanded. "I am not a whore!"
"Hey, you apologize to my girlfriend right now, Betty Crocker!" Alex snapped. "Show some respect!"
"You try me, punk, I'ma use this cane to knock you OUT! Come on!" she exclaimed, urging for him to fight her.
He chuckled. "Lady, I don't know if your meds are kicking in or anything, but I'm a professional wrestler, so I'm not even going to waste my time with you."
"I don't care what you are, I've competed in the '39 Olympics and won 3 Gold metals! Now put em up, coward!"
Shelley frowned. "Coward? Are YOU calling ME a coward? All right, Grandma, put em up, let's go!" he cried, actually about to fight an elderly woman.
"Alex, stop—ALEX!" AJ cried, pulling him back and turning back to the teller, who smiled and announced, "Wow, congratulations for your sudden increase in cash!"
She raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Well, an anonymous donor had apparently sent you a check for…$750,000." she announced.
The crowd in the bank gasped while both AJ and Alex screamed in high pitched voices, "AH!"
"$7—750…" the tiny Diva barely uttered.
"HOW?" Alex cried, about two inches from the glass window.
AJ snapped out of it and then replied, "Del Rio. He was the one who probably sent me the check. He probably wired the cash to my account or something." she announced, once Alex whipped her around and firmly grabbed her shoulders.
"April, this is a sign. First, the expensive Jaguar, and now $750 grand in cold, hard cash? We are keeping this, all of it."
"Alex, I know that this is tempting, but no."
"Baby, come on! Yeah, we may hate the guy, but we can at least take his money!" Shelley exclaimed, smiling.
"We can't! Because if we do, it'll make us seem like we're accepting a bribe from him or something."
"Then why is he so concerned with getting you all these nice things?" he asked.
"I don't know. In fact, the other night before my match with Mickie, he told me to tell my familia that he said hola." the Diva replied. "What does he mean by that?"
"Hmm. You think your folks have anything to do with Del Rio doing all this stuff, maybe?"
She nodded thoughtfully. "It's possible. Either way, I plan to get some serious answers from them."
