Man, I have been a bad updater. Three months. Sorry guys, school just took over! Chapter's a little mundane this time.
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-I've burned the pages in my head.. but the memories are so clear-
Two months flew by since the moment Laleia had first tried on her dream wedding dress. In that time, Giselle had more than taken the reins on the wedding planning for Laleia. It blew her mind how fast things were coming together. Giselle managed to get the perfect venue, dress, caterer and florist in such a short amount of time that Laleia almost considered pushing up the wedding. However, she and Randy both agreed they would need some breathing time after what Hurricane Giselle had pushed them through during the final months of 2011.
The first Supershow of the year was upon them, and Laleia barely had the phone away from her ear. Although Roxanne was still her superior, it was Laleia that most people within the Creative department wished to speak with. This included Mr. McMahon himself on more than one occasion.
"Sir, are you sure you want to scrap that much of the script? We're an hour away from being live.."
Laleia winced as she was scolded for questioning authority. It seemed to be the trend lately that all of the work from those in the Creative department was being dashed due to Mr. McMahon's ego. It was beginning to frustrate many of the members as they felt major storylines were just not getting the work they desperately needed. Still, not one person would dare cross the boss.
"Yes, Mr. McMahon sir. I'll take your temporary notes for now and you can clarify exactly what you want when you arrive... Alright.. Goodbye."
As she placed her cellphone on the far corner of her desk, Laleia blew a stray hair from her face. The first broadcast of the year set the tone for the rest of that year. She didn't want her opinion to cause issues with upper management. It was her New Year's Resolution to just relax and let things go.
After passing out all of the scripts in her possession, Laleia trudged back to her office. Massaging her temples, she grabbed her cellphone and flopped back onto the loveseat at the far end of the room. After turning on the monitor, she flicked through the notifications on her phone. She disregarded most until she had gotten to the one she had been waiting on all night: Her Fiance. Randy had taken a bad bump and was taking the night off to rest. The results of the MRI on his back would arrive in a few days time, but until then he was told to take it easy. It was unknown how long it would be before he was back in top form and cleared for the ring. That added even more stress on Laleia from a business point of view due to the fact that now one of the top guys on her brand was out of commission.
Pressing her speed dial, Laleia brought her phone up to her ear. Randy had texted her to call him when she got the chance. She felt there was no better time than now to take advantage of a moment of solitude. However, after about two straight minutes of ringing, Laleia was getting concerned that he was not answering.
"He told me to call him," Laleia murmured.
After about four minutes with no answer, Laleia shook her head and hung up. Glancing at her watch, she hummed to herself. Memphis and St. Louis were in the same time zone; it was only early in the evening, so she didn't think he'd be asleep at the moment. Before catastrophizing the worst, Laleia took a breath to calm herself.
'Calm down girl,' Laleia's mind reassured her, 'he'll call as soon as he notices he missed your call.'
Even with that reassurance, what scared her more was that is wasn't his back that she was worrying about..
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-Well, I was doing alright, thought I could make it.. but then I see your face and it's hard to fake it-
"I've gotta admit, 2011 did not end the way I'd wanted. But this is a new day and a new year, so I'd like to take this opportunity to wish everyone a Happy New Year."
Regardless if the fans loved him or hated him, the reception John received when inside that ring was always deafening. As he continued his promo, he couldn't help but smile to himself as the boos slowly began to increase. Sure, most of what he said was just him doing him, but he couldn't fault the fans for making the turn against him. John was not deaf to the 'Super Cena' comments, but it was all good in his eyes. He didn't lie when he said he loved how the fans were able to express their opinions.
John continued his usual spiel, and finally went into his storyline with Kane. He fought the urge to roll his eyes at some of the lines he had to say.
"So Kane wants me to embrace the hate.." Don't laugh, John. Whatever you do, do not laugh.
Soon enough, Kane's voice rang though the arena in response to John's defending his ways. John waited patiently for The Big Red Monster's pyro before making his way back up the ramp then through the curtains.
"Great promo John," a stage hand pandered to him, "we won't need you until the main event." John nodded and made his way to catering for a bite. He had at least an hour and a half to kill until he was needed again. On his way down the hall, something caught his eye and made him laugh.
"Jesus Christ, planning on giving people seizures with that thing?"
Chris Irvine turned and grinned, "I'm planning to have people talking if that's what you're insinuating."
"And talk they will," John chuckled and shook Chris' hand, "good to be back, man?"
Chris nodded, "It's been a long, eventful two years away, but my mistress is always calling."
"I can never seem to quit her," John nodded in and understanding manner.
"Regardless of reception it would seem," Chris rolled his shoulders, stretching the stiff parts of his new jacket out and accidentally turning it off.
"It is what it is," John leaned back against a nearby wall as the resident seamstress adjusted Chris' jacket.
"How have you been?" Chris shifted his eyes over to John.
John shrugged, "Living the business, all day every day."
"Breaks?"
"Few and far between," John sighed.
"The price we pay for a top spot," Chris shook his head.
"Chris?"
John and Chris turned to the empty hallway behind them. John instantly smiled as his heart sped up.
"I was told to tell you that you're to be in Gorilla in about an hour. Your spot is before the main event."
"Thanks, Laleia," Chris smiled. Laleia nodded, gave a smile and a little wave with her left-hand to John, then turned back down the hallway. A crooked grin lit up John's face as she walked away.
"Allow me to extend my congratulations.."
John snapped out of his reverie, "Hmm?"
"When's the big day, Champ?" Chris smiled.
"What?" John raised a brow. Chris wiggled his left hand.
"I was blinded when she waved. Nice choice, by the way; very unique."
John scoffed, "I'll let Randy know that."
Chris' eyes widened slightly, "Oh."
"You definitely haven't been speaking to anyone in the back lately.." John murmured.
"Never been one to keep up with backstage gossip regardless if I was here or not," Chris shook his head, "now how did you allow this to happen?"
"Allow?" John pushed off the wall, "if I had any say in this.."
"Then what would be different John?"
John glared at Chris, "And what is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that when it comes to her, you would chase her forever and not think twice about it."
"You're out of your mind if you believe that," John snorted.
"No John, you're out of your mind if even after all this time you're still in denial about that girl," Chris said, removing his prop jacket and hanging it up.
"You cannot judge this situation," John rubbed his face, "you haven't been here."
"John," Chris began to walk away and motioned John to follow, "from what I just saw, nothing has changed within the past two years."
John followed Chris to the locker rooms, "Now you've lost me."
"In the subject of you two, nothing has changed." Chris said matter-of-factly as he rummaged through his duffle bag. John leaned against the wall close to Chris.
"She's getting married, Chris," John sighed, "to him."
"And whose fault is that?"
John's jaw tensed, "Fuck you, man." Chris shook his head at John's temper beginning to flare.
"From that response, you're well aware it's your own goddamn fault."
"Are you serious?" John snapped.
"Yes I'm serious," Chris stood up to his full height and looked John in the eyes, "you lost her and it's your own fault."
"What was I supposed to do? She-"
"That's your problem, John," Chris cut John off, "you have felt the same way about this girl for years. You just didn't get the balls to hold on to her.."
Within seconds John had pinned up Chris against the nearest wall. His chest was heaving, while the rest of his body shook with anger. Neither man would relinquish eye contact, nor would they utter a sound. John pushed off of Chris' body and began to pace the room.
"You loved the chase too much, John," Chris piped up.
"She never let me in," John continued to pace. Chris sighed and propped his hands on his hips.
"You just let her get away with her bull shit for too long."
John paused mid pace. Swallowing hard, he took off his hat, running his hand over his scalp before securing it back on his head. John knew Chris was partly right, he did let Laleia get away with a lot. But, things went both ways in his mind. They both hurt each other a lot. They both played games and fuelled the chase. They both knew it was not always the right thing to do, but they never stopped. Now, she was engaged to someone else. The chase was over for her.
But would it ever be over for him?
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