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"Mo, I really don't want to go see Ol' Trev," John said.
"Too bad. You said you would," Mo said as they entered the building.
"Right," John said resigned. He lagged behind her still unbelieving that he agreed to visit this lame. They stepped up the receptionist.
"Hi, what floor is WWE Studios on?" Mo asked cheerily.
"Thirty-five," she deadpanned, "elevators to the right," she said without looking up.
"She was enthusiastic," Mo said after they past her desk.
"Try her job and see how enthusiastic you'd be," John said chuckling.
"I guess," Mo said unconvinced. Mo and John entered the elevator and John could see the happiness coming off of her in waves. "I'm excited to see Trevor and you know the studio," Mo said.
"Trevor I guess I see but the studio?" John asked.
"I'm interested in the process. Hopefully he has time to show me," Mo said.
"If he doesn't; I can show you. I know a little bit about music," John said.
"John, I didn't mean to imply that you didn't," Mo said quickly.
"I know; it's cool," John said smiling. The two of them stepped off the elevator into another reception area.
"Hi, I'm here to see Trevor Hart. It's a surprise," Mo told the girl sitting there.
"Studio seven," the girl said with a smile.
"Thanks," Mo smiled back. "See? She had a smile. That one downstairs is bad at her job," Mo said matter-of-fact. John laughed heartily and lead Mo down the hall.
"Here we are," Johns said sighing.
"Don't you want to know that the person you recommended is doing well?" Mo asked.
"Not really, no," John answered honestly. Mo laughed and opened the door. The laughter died abruptly on her lips and she froze in the doorway. John looked down at her and was confused by her look. He gently nudged her inside so he wasn't standing in the hall. When he got inside he saw what was happening. Sitting on the couch was Trevor and there was a blonde with her dress around her waist sitting on his lap. There was no question about what was happening. The moaning and their skin slapping together confirmed what they were seeing.
Mo was frozen for what seemed like hours. In actuality, it was seconds. In that time she made a few decisions. The first was that she and Trevor were done. The second was that she was going to snatch the tramp riding her man's dick bald. When mo made her decision time sped up ans she acted. Mo didn't speak; she only grabbed the blond by the hair and yanked her to the floor.
"What the fuck?" Trevor shouted.
"What the fuck? That's what you say when you get caught cheating with so me skinny blond bitch!" Mo said deadly calm.
"Who are you calling a bitch?" the blonde said. Mo turned to look at her. The blonde stepped back from the anger flashing out of Mo's eyes.
"You. I'm calling you a skinny blonde bitch. Is there anything else you fucking want to know?" Mo asked her. The blonde didn't answer. She pulled her dress down, put her shoes on and ran out of the studio.
"Mo, you don't understand," Trevor said quickly as he stood up and pulled his pants up.
"Bullshit! I understand completely. You're a fucking cheater!" Mo yelled.
"What was I supposed to do? I ask you to come along but you couldn't tear yourself away from your sister and that bitch Joe and your little webshow. I have needs, Mo," Trevor said matter-of-fact.
"Needs? You know what Trevor? You're right. You did ask me to come along and I said no but it was because of my needs," Mo said.
"What?" Trevor asked confused.
"Really it was one need," Mo said.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Trevor asked.
"I'm telling you I understand and we both have done things in the name of our needs," Mo said. Trevor smiled. He took a step toward her and put his hand on her face. John could not believe what he was seeing.
"Baby, I knew you'd get it," Trevor said.
"Yeah, we both have needs. I need to be surrounded by people that love me and things that I love and you need to be balls deeps in groupie whores," Mo said venomously.
"Mo, I..." Trevor said stepping back when he realized Mo was still angry. John grinned.
"No, Trevor. You need to hear me and understand what I say. Everything you have is because of me. You got the gig at Sweet Caroline's because I asked Frisco to put in a good word for you. You got the Down the Rabbit Hole gig because the owner thought you were friends with Frisco. Maybe your owe Frisco, but you me for all of this," Mo said gesturing the studio. "If not for me you'd still be languishing at Hot Topic like the lame you actually are," Mo said viciously. Trevor flinched from her words. "Everyone told me over and over but I wouldn't listen; but they were all right. You're nothing but a fake ass bitch and if that wasn't bad enough you're also a fucking lame," she said.
"Don't," Trevor said.
"Don't what? Call you a fucking lame? Why not? it's what you are and it's time we both accept it. And with that realization comes another. I am entirely too good for a lame like you; we're done," Mo said before she turned on her heel and left the studio.
John turned to follow her but before he did, he punched Trevor; knocking him out col. He joined Mo beside the elevator. Her head was down and John could tell she was crying.
"Mo," he whispered.
"No," she replied.
"What?" he asked.
"I don't want to hear it," Mo said.
"Hear what?" John said.
"The I told you so," she told him.
"Mo, look at me," John said. Mo turned her tear stained face to him and his heart broke for her. He wanted to go back and beat the shit out of Trevor but he resisted because Mo needed him. "I wasn't going to say that," he said gently.
"No?" she asked.
"No. I was going to tell you that I'm here for you," John said.
"Oh. I thought you'd be happy you were right," she said.
"No," he said pulling her to hs side, "I'm so sorry I was right," he said. She hugged him tightly as the tears steadily fell. He pulled her into the elevator. "Where do you want to go?" he asked her.
"Back to my sister," Mo said.
"Ok," John said helping her into the SUV.
When they got to the locker room, Mo rushed to her sister's side and burst into tears. Claudette rubbed her sister's back. She looked to John for an explanation.
"She walked in on Trevor and some blonde chick," John explained.
"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie," Claudette said to her sister. Joe sat on the other side of Mo.
"Girl, we're really sorry," Joe said holding her hand.
"We love you," Claudette said to her.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Joe asked.
"No," Mo said muffled.
"OK," Joe said squeezing her hand.
"Do you mind if John tells us?" Claudette asked. Mo shook her head no.
"So?" Joe asked looking to John.
"Oh, we caught him fucking some bitch in the studio. Mo literally snatched the girl off his dick. Then she scared her with a look and sent her slinking away. Then she told Trevor he was a lame and she was breaking p with him."
"She called him a lame?" Joe asked surprised.
"That and a fake ass bitch," John added.
"That's my girl," Joe said proudly.
"Joe," Claudette in reprimand.
"What? I'm letting her know I support her completely," Joe said unapologetically.
"What did you do?" Randy asked.
"Who me?" John asked innocently.
"Yes you," Randy replied.
"Nothing," John answered quickly.
"Bullshit!" Tyson and Randy said together.
"What do you mean?" John asked.
"What we mean, motherfucker, is that we are not stupid and nobody in here believe you did nothing," Tyson explained. Mo didn't know that he punched Trevor. He hadn't planned to tell her and now it seemed as if his friends weren't giving him a choice.
"I may have knocked him out," John said quietly.
"Motherfucker, did you say you knocked him out?" Tyson asked.
"Yeah," John answered.
"Good," Joe and Claudette said.
"John, you didn't have to do that," Mo spoke up.
"Yes, I did," John said seriously.
"Thanks," Mo said with a small smile. "Can we go home?" Mo asked her sister.
"Yeah, give Joe a minute to change the flight information and we'll be gone," Claudette promised her sister.
"I'll call Bane and he'll be waiting for you when you get home," Frisco told her talking out his phone.
"Thanks," she said.
"You're welcome, hun," Frisco said.
"OK, it's been real but if we're going to make this new flight we have to leave now," Joe said.
"OK, we're ready," Claudette said standing, pulling Mo up with her. "Bye you know," Claudette said smiling.
"Later," Parker said hugging both girls.
"Be good," Tyson said to both girls as he hugged them.
"Bye Claudette. It was great to see you again. don't be a stranger," Randy said in her ear while hugging her tightly.
"Bye, Randy," Claudette said extracting herself from his arms. He winked and shrugged at her then hugged Mo.
"Bye. I'm sorry. Call if you need anything," Randy said. Mo nodded.
John hugged Claudette.
"Take care of her," he whispered.
"Of course," she answered. He hugged Mo next. She held on to him tightly
"You're going to be fine. Call me anytime; for anything," John whispered in her ear. Mo nodded, hugging him tighter. "Bye Mo," he said and kissed her on the forehead.
Joe and Claudette opened their mouths in a silent scream and the four of them left.
TWO MONTHS LATER
"Can you believe it?!" Joe squealed with excitement.
"Probably but we don't know what you're talking about," Mo deadpanned.
"This!" Joe said turning his laptop to face her.
"Holy fuck!" Mo exclaimed.
"What?" Claudette asked.
"That interview with John got seven million views. We gained five million new subscribers and the shop sales went up 75%," Joe read off the screen.
"Holy fuck!" Claudette repeat.
"Right!" Joe said.
"Two brassies, a Gay and a Website dotcom is officially a success!" Mo said dancing around the kitchen. The three fo them danced to their success before they sat down to talk about what happens next.
"Now what?" Claudette asked. "How do we keep this up?" she continued.
"Keep doing what we're doing. Seven million people watched the video only but of those seven, five found something more than the interview to like and they intend to come back. So we just need to keep the site consistent," Mo said.
"Good idea," Joe agreed.
"What about the comments? What are they like?" Mo questioned.
"About us, basically positive. The few negative were from Selena Gomez fans so disapproved of her being the Classy Bitch," Jo said with a shrug.
"Whatever. I am too grown to care about what some misguided child who is confused about what talent actually is, has to say about my opinion," Claudette said.
"Right. I'm over it," Mo agreed.
"So, have you talked to John lately," Joe asked Mo, changing the subject.
"Maybe," she answered.
"So in your maybe conversations have you mentioned the huge pink polka dot elephant in your friendship?" Joe asked.
"What are you talking about?" Mo inquired.
"Girl staph," Joe admonished.
"What?" Mo asked.
"He means have you and John talked aobut you and John?" Claudette clarified.
"Uh, no," Mo admitted.
"Why not?" Joe demanded.
"Because I'm just coming out of a bad break-up and I'm not ready," Mo said. Joe was going to respond but John's theme song blared from Mo's phone.
"Go ahead," Joe said, "Claudette and I are going upstairs." He grabbed her hand and pulled her upstairs.
"Why are we up here?" Claudette asked when they were in Joe's room.
"So we can make a private phone call," Joe said matter-of-fact.
"Oh right," Claudette said as she watched Joe pulled his phone out.
"Hello," the voice said.
"Hey, Frisco, are you busy?" Joe asked.
"No, what's up?" Frisco said.
"Good, hold on, I'm going to conference in Randy," Joe said.
"OK," Frisco said.
"Hello," Randy answered.
"Hi," Joe replied, "it's Joe, Claudette and Frisco."
"What's up?"
"Are you alone?"
"No, Tyson and Parker are here," Randy said.
"Oh good. Put me on speaker," Joe instructed.
"OK, go," Randy said.
"Hey guys, so we called to see what's up," Joe said.
"Not much," Randy told him.
"I mean with John," Joe said.
"That's what he meant," Parker said.
"Oh," Joe said.
"How is it that these two are in exactly the same play they were two months ago?" Tyson questioned.
"Because Mo says she's not ready," Claudette informed the group.
"And John isn't going to do anything until she's ready," Randy added.
"But he won't know she ready because they aren't talking about it," Joe told them.
"What?" Tyson asked.
"Yeah, they're in the same place because they won't talk about it. Mo told us a little while ago," Claudette said.
"That's stupid," Frisco commented.
"What do we do?" Tyson asked.
"Don't you guys think we've done enough?" Parker queried.
"No and why would you say that?" Joe asked incredulously.
"Because of us Mo got hurt," Parker answered.
"No, no. Mo got hurt because Trevor is a bitch ass cheater," Joe stated.
"But we orchestrated the situation where she ended up hurt," Parker said.
"Not accurate," Joe objected.
"How not?" Parker questioned.
"None of us sent that skinny blonde bitch up to the studio to fuck Trevor. He could have been actually working when they showed up. He wasn't because he's a..." Joe ranted.
"Bitch ass cheater," Randy chimed in.
"Exactly," Joe confirmed.
"I guess I feel bad she got hurt," Parker said.
"We all do, boo," Joe said.
"Yeah, but I don't feel bad enough to let my sister sit around sad when I know there is a guy who likes her and is practically perfect for her," Claudette added.
"Right OK," Parker agreed.
"She was going to figure it out eventually. Mo's not and idiot," Tyson said.
"If she hadn't caught him I was going to tell her I saw him with those girls," Frisco commented.
"And she'd have been hurt anyway," Joe said, "so now what?"
"One of them should probably admit to liking the other," Parker said.
"John is never going to do that," Randy said.
"Mo might but she'd have to be pushed and frustrated. And then she'll just blurt it out," Claudette said.
XXXX
"Hey, Mo," John said when Mo answered the phone.
"Hey. How are you?" she relpied.
"Good. What's new?" John asked.
"Oh my goodness! Your interview got seven million views!" Mo said excited.
"Really!? Wow!" John said.
"And we generated five million subscribers and lots of revenue in the store," Mo said.
"That's great. I'm happy for you guys," John said.
"Thanks," Mo smiled.
"What's next?" he asked.
"We just want to keep doing what we're doing," Mo told him.
"You think that's a good idea?" he asked.
"You don't?" she asked.
"What exactly do you mean?" he asked.
"Oh. We aren't going to change our format. We still have the interviews of Frisco and Duke. And we always have someone fro the "Classy Bitch" segment," Mo clarified.
"Oh. Definitely, keep doing that. Do you have any other interviews lined up?" John asked.
"Um nope. We already interviewed the three celebrities we know except Randy," Mo said.
"Any ideas?" he asked.
"No. We haven't talked about it. Got any celebrity friends who want to be on a silly little website?" Mo asked jokiningly.
"I'm sure Randy would do it. And I could ask. Anybody in particular?" John asked.
"Nope not unless you know Beyoncé," Mo said.
"I don't but I'm sure I know someone who does," John told her.
"No! Don't you do that! I never speak to you again, Cena!" Mo exclaimed.
"Fine! I was just trying to help," John laughed. "What about Amy Schumer?" he asked.
"Oh, um..." she began.
"What?" he questioned.
"Let me ask Claudette and Joe. I'll let you know," Mo said.
"So how are you?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she said quickly.
"Mo, come on. You can tell me," John reminded.
"What do you want me to say?" Mo asked.
"The truth. If you're not fine, tell me," he said.
"I feel like an idiot. Joe, Claudette, Bane and Frisco have been telling me for years that he sucked but I defended him," Mo admitted sighing.
"You can't feel bad. He fooled you into believing him; not your fault," John told her.
"I guess. But it still hurts," Mo said.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Thanks," she said. "I was angry for awhile and then I got sad and that's where I still am."
"I'm sorry you're hurt but I'm not sorry it's over between you two," John admitted. Mo was silent. She didn't know what to say. "Mo, say something," he implored.
"I don't know what to say," Mo said quietly.
"You don't have to say anything," John said.
"I feel like I should say something," she told him.
"Why?" he asked.
"I don't know. Can I ask you a question?" she asked.
"Yeah, but I resere the right to not answer," John answered.
"OK," Mo said.
"Go ahead; what's the question," John said.
"Why would you say you're glad that Trevor and I are over?" Monica inquired.
"Because it's the truth," John proclaimed.
"Why?" Mo asked.
"Because he's not good for you," John confessed.
"Thank you," she said.
"You're welcome," he said hoping she didn't press him.
"That's the only reason?" she pressed.
"Mo, that's the part I'm not going to answer," John told her.
"Why?" Mo asked confused.
"Because you're not ready to hear it," he told her.
"How do you know what I'm ready to hear?" she asked irritated.
"You're still said and your hurt is still broken," John said.
"So?" Mo asked.
"So, you aren't emotionally ready to hear what I have to say. I would hate to say something that you weren't ready to know. I can wait," John confessed again.
"OK," Mo accepted.
"OK," John said with an audible sigh of relief. He was glad Mo wasn't ready to listen because he wasn't ready to share.
"If you're sure," Mo said.
"I am," John assured her.
"OK," Mo said. Ill talk to you later. I'll let you know about the Amy Schumer thing."
"Right. Talk to you later, Mo," John said softly.
"Bye, John," Mo said before hanging up.
