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To say it had been a long day for Rose Helms would definitely have to be the understatement of the century. She had gotten requests from both Lita and Trish to try and talk to her brother about stalking this one kid named Harry or something, she'd gotten a call from the NCAA Cheer division saying her team was actually still in it and it was merely a mathematical error, and now she found out that she'd have to be at the gym for the next however many days and hours it took for her team to get the routine perfect
So this led to her present state, a rushed and hurried cheerleading coach who was trying to locate all 28 of the squad members and round them up long enough to schedule some sort of practices. And it really didn't help that 3 of the girls didn't have cell phones and couldn't be reached, 2 guys and 4 girls were said to have gone home on their own, and 1 was sick with pneumonia and could barely drag herself out of bed.
Rubbing her hands over her faced tiredly, she looked down at her notebook from her corner in the bustling cafeteria and tried calling Sasha Johansson for the umpteenth time, silently praying she wouldn't get her voicemail this time. The all-too familiar beep sounded and Rose shut her phone off, dropping it back into her purse.
"Hey you look like you feel about as good as I do." A voice sounded from above her.
She looked up and saw Chris Jericho standing next to her table, looking down at her with a tired smile and still managing to look incredibly sexy. "What's your story?" She asked, motioning for him to sit down.
Chris dropped down into the chair next to her gratefully and rested his arms on the table, his chin then resting atop that. "It's been a long day."
"I know a little about that." Rose sympathized, motioning to her stacks of notebooks and cassette tapes.
"Yea, but yours looks a little more complex then mine." He noted. "So why don't you go first and tell me what's wrong?"
"Well I can't find everyone on the cheerleading team that I coach." She responded simply, propping her elbows on the table. "Yup, that's right, 28 girls and guys and I'm missing most of them. We have a competition in less then two days and I can't find them all."
"I just walked in on my best friend and younger sister going at it in my locker room."
"All my brother does is run around all day, thinking of new ways to torment the people back here."
"My boss hates me." Chris attempted weakly to outdo her, but gave up when he realized she would always win having the Hurricane as her brother.
"Nice try buddy." Rose consoled, patting him on the arm.
Chris grinned. "I was trying, but then realized I'd have nothing on you. Is there any way I could help you try and find your missing team members?" He asked quickly when he saw the disapproving look Rose was giving him over the crack about her brother. "You're really a little bit too sensitive, why is that?"
"I'm not sensitive about everything." Rose answered exasperatedly, staring the Living Legend straight in the eyes. "What I get pissed and defensive about is how everyone acts around my brother. So he has a little bit of an imagination. Goldust does too and you don't see everyone shunning him—"
"Well actually—"
"So not my point Jericho." She cut him off. "What I'm trying to say is that you guys don't even know him and maybe he scares you a little bit, but that doesn't give any of you reason to pull some of those mean tricks you do on him. What do you think you're doing?" She asked, watching as he reached across the table and grabbed her folder and pulled out his own cell phone. "What are you doing?" She repeated when he dialed up a number and held the phone up to his ear.
"Hello, is this Christy I'm talking to? Well I have someone here who needs to talk to you about something important." Without another word he handed the phone over to Rose, who was still looking at him curiously but took the phone and began talking.
About two minutes later she was off the phone. "How'd you do that?"
"Is she coming back for the competition?" Chris asked, easily side-stepping her own question.
Rose nodded. "Yes, but I need to know how you did that."
"It was simple." Chris started, holding up his small silver Nokia phone. "They're screening their calls for your cell phone number and as soon as they saw someone calling who they didn't know, their curiosity got the best of them and they just had to answer and talk to me. It worked like a charm actually."
"Do you think I'd be able to borrow your phone to get in touch with the rest of them?" Rose asked hopefully.
"Be my guest." He replied, pushing the phone across the table to her. He picked up a book from the table and rested his feet on one of the empty chairs and began to read while half-paying attention to the conversations Rose was having.
Twenty minutes later, and after being able to check off all the names except for the one girl who had pneumonia, Rose sighed with a smile on her face and sat back, resting her hands on the back of her chair. "You're brilliant. And thank you so much for helping me out. I guess I should apologize for blowing up at you like that when you didn't even really do anything."
"It's all in the past." Jericho dismissed with a wave of his hand and he started to help her clean up the small mess she acquired. "So what would you say to me taking you out tonight? You know, do a little bit of partying before you need to spend your every waking minute with those hormonal adolescents."
"I'd say I'd love to go out with you tonight Chris." She said with a smile. He held out his hand to her which she took and he pulled her up from the chair, and then slung an arm loosely around her waist. "Let me go get fixed up a bit and I'll meet you back here in half an hour."
"I'll be waiting." He responded, leaning down and kissing her quickly on the cheek before settling down on one of the chairs scattered around backstage. "Oh will I be waiting for you."
*~*~*~*~*
"So are you sure you want to be doing something like this?" Reed Michaels questioned the blonde super-diva sitting in the chair next to him, tightening her grip around the armrest.
Torrie Wilson nodded and then jumped when she felt the needle touch her skin, causing Reed to let out a small stream of curses. "Sorry." She winced. "I was just surprised, that's all. Can you warn me before you start working on it?"
"Not a problem." He muttered, dipping the needle into the color again. He rested one hand on her back to steady her and she immediately felt relaxed and rested her forehead on the cushion. "So how long have you wanted to do this?" He asked, trying to keep his hand steady.
"Not as long as I probably should have." She laughed. "I was talking to Nidia the other day and she has this really cute tattoo on her hip, so I decided to get one too, only not on the same place."
"So how'd you decide on your lower back?" He asked.
Torrie shrugged her shoulders lightly and grinned slyly. "I knew it'd get a lot of exposure and be seen by a lot of people."
Reed wasn't expecting that answer and he raised both of his eyebrows quickly.
"Oh don't look so surprised." She answered back, breathing in deeply a few times to calm her nerves. "So tell me a little bit about yourself." When he merely shrugged in response, she tried again. "What does it feel like to be related to the Heartbreak Kid?"
"Oh don't get me started on that." He replied only half-joking.
"Fair enough."
The two sat in silence for a little while more with the only sound being the buzzing of the needle.
"You're done." Reed announced suddenly, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand as he started to clean to excess ink. He handed her a mirror so she could see the work he did on her back and went back to his station to start cleaning up and was surprised when she walked over and pressed her lips against his cheek. "What was that for?"
Torrie smiled. "For doing such a good job silly." She picked up her purse and turned to leave when she was stopped by Reed.
"Torrie?"
She turned around and looked at him. "Yeah Reed?"
He looked down at his hands and then back up at her expectant gaze. "I was wondering if you wanted to go get something to eat with me, sort of like a celebratory thing for you getting up enough courage to get that done." He motioned to her back.
"I suppose we could." She replied slowly after a minute of consideration. "How about I come find you after we're done taping and then we can just play it by ear from there?"
He grinned. "Sounds good."
"Alright, I'll see you then." She said happily, leaving him alone in his room to let what just happened fully sink in.
*~*~*~*
"Fleur!"
The auburn haired diva looked up from her spot perched on top of a few crates and boxes when she heard her name being called and smiled hesitantly when she saw it was Edge. "Hey what's up?" She said to him, setting down her notebook and jumping down onto the ground.
"I've been looking all over for you." He confessed.
She looked up at him and smiled, her grey eyes sparkling. "Adam I'm flattered." She said teasingly, to which he rolled his eyes.
"I just thought we should get a start on rehearsing for our promos tonight." He clarified and her face fell somewhat.
"Are you that worried you're going to mess up?" She asked with a grin, quickly regaining her composure.
"No but I just talked to your brother and he's not to happy Vince is putting you two in an angle against each other." He explained, leaning against the crates as he looked at her with a concerned expression on his face.
Fleur shrugged. "I'm fine with it; I can hold my own against him."
"Well then I just don't want you to get hurt." He confessed quietly, reaching out to push some hair away from her face. He leaned his head down like he was going to kiss her and then pulled back suddenly when he caught sight of Brock heading towards them.
Fleur pursed her lips in annoyance when she heard her brother's voice.
"Hey we need to practice!" He called out towards her.
"Actually I was going to practice a bit with Adam." She told him. She waited to hear Adam's approval and when she didn't, turned around to see him walking away from them down the hall. "Damn you Brock."
"What?" He asked in confusion.
"He likes me." She whispered fiercely. "And you scare him. He was about to kiss me when you showed up."
Brock rolled his eyes. "Then it's a good thing I showed up."
Fleur tried to find the words to tell him how angry she was with him and when she couldn't, stomped her foot and spun around, trying to catch up with Adam. She caught up to him and grabbed his arm, spinning him back around to face her. Without thinking, she put her hands on his shoulders and pressed her lips to his.
"I'm gonna be killed by your brother." Adam whispered to her, resting his forehead against hers lightly.
"No you won't." She said, kissing him again. "I promise."
*~*~*~*
Martin Cena walked into the restaurant with a proud look on his face with his hand placed possessively on Dawn Marie's waist. "So how'd you know about this place?" He asked once the hostess informed them it'd be a twenty minute wait.
"You get to know about the small places like this when a person travels as much as we do." Dawn answered, smoothing down her skirt as she sat down on one of the chairs.
"So is everything alright with you and Torrie?"
Dawn sighed and then shrugged her thin shoulders. "I don't know if anything's ever going to be okay between us, I don't understand why either. I loved her father." She added quietly and Martin began to look uncomfortable at the mention of the late Mr. Wilson. "Sorry, I shouldn't be brining this up right now should I?"
"It doesn't really matter I guess." He answered. "If you want to get something off your chest—I mean" He blushed. "If you ever want to talk to me about something I'm here for you."
She was about to respond with something along the lines of that was the sweetest thing she's ever heard when a group of three guys, each tripping over themselves, approached the dark-haired diva. "Can I help you guys?" She asked with a bright smile on her face.
The shorter blonde guy, who seemed drunker then the other two, stumbled into the chair next to her and nodded.
Dawn looked over at Martin with wide eyes and then turned her attention back to the blonde who had reached out his hand in attempt to touch one of her breasts. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She demanded loudly, slapping his hand away.
"I just wanted to know if they were real or not." He said slowly, as if getting out each word was a difficult task in its own.
"Let's put it this way." She replied through pursed lips. "They're about as real as your hair color."
He turned around and debated that with his friends and then turned back to face her. "None of us have any idea what you're talking about."
"Then you guys are worse off then we thought." Martin said sarcastically. He stood up when he heard their reservations being called and held his hand out to Dawn Marie.
The waiter seated them with some difficulty after ogling at Dawn and finally glanced briefly at Martin and then did a double-take. "You're John Cena!" He exclaimed.
"Actually I'm—"
"Do you come up with all your own raps?" He asked eagerly, sitting down at one of the empty chairs at their table.
"No because I'm not—"
"That's alright." The waiter, whose nametag read 'Dave', assured him. "What was it like to slap Stephanie's ass on Smackdown that one time?"
"I never—"
"And how is it bitch fighting with Torrie and getting that close to her?" Dave asked, turning his attention from a frustrated Martin to Dawn.
"You know it's acting right?" Dawn said bluntly, hoping to somehow burst his bubble.
"I know but you make it seem so real!" He replied with a happy smile. He turned back and started interrogating Martin again.
Dawn rolled her eyes and excused herself quietly, giving Martin a reassured smile before trying to go find the manager.
"So Brock Lesnar, is he really as scary as he seems on TV?"
"Kid listen." Martin finally got in. "I am not John Cena, I am his brother. I've been trying to tell you that for the past ten minutes and you scared my date off, I have no idea where she went."
"Dave, I've just received a complaint about you." A man, whom Martin presumed was the manager, said as he strolled over, a pleased-looking Dawn Marie trailing him. "I'm going to have to ask you to move to a different section and I'll talk to you once your shift is over." Dave slowly retreated to the back and the manager turned to the couple. "I am truly sorry about that. Is there anything we could do for you, maybe give you both a complimentary dinner?"
Dawn smiled. "That would be wonderful, thank you very much." He walked away and she turned back to Martin, who still looked agitated. "Sweetie, please don't let this ruin your night."
He sighed. "I won't, but I don't think it could be ruined regardless."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm with you."
*~*~*~*
"Rhyno, if you don't have the guts to come out here and face me, you're not worthy to fight me at Summerslam." Chris Benoit declared into the microphone while the Smackdown audience cheered around him.
"If anybody isn't worthy to fight it's you Chris." Rhyno's voice sneered.
Chris spun around, trying to find the source of the voice. "C'mon you coward, I want to beat your ass right here, right now."
"And what would you say if I told you I had your precious Alyssa?"
"You what?" Chris asked, his voice wavering as he swallowed dryly.
Rhyno appeared at the top of the ramp, dragging Alyssa along with him. She had a gag tied around her mouth and looked hopeful when she saw Chris in the ring, staring out at her.
Without warning, Rey Mysterio ran out from the back to try and save his sister from Rhyno's clutches and was almost to him when Eddie Guerrero appeared out of no where and hit him with a chair.
Before any more fighting could go on, Stephanie's music hit and she walked out from behind the curtain with a microphone in her hand.
"Now what the hell do you four think you're doing?" She asked hypothetically. "If you guys can't settle your differences outside of the ring, then I guess you're just going to have to try in it. And Alyssa, since you can't seem to stay out of trouble, the winning team, and only the winning team, wins you and gets to do what they please."
The audience cheered at the mention of the forth-coming match and Stephanie smiled in satisfaction. Without another word, she walked over and grabbed Alyssa's arm and took her into the back.
"I don't think I like this angle much Steph." Alyssa confessed once they were both assured that the cameras had been turned off.
Stephanie dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. "Don't be silly. This is great for ratings, the audience is taking to you very well. You should be happy you're out there with your brother and boyfriend."
"I'm a stylist." She replied. "I can barely wrestle and I certainly can't hold my own against someone like Rhyno."
"This is why Chris and Rey are winning. Calm down Liss, do you really think I'd let you get hurt?" Stephanie asked.
Alyssa rubbed her hands over her face and groaned in frustration. "That's not the point Steph." She tried again.
"You'll be fine." Stephanie assured again, giving her a pat on the shoulder. "Now go get ready, you're going on in about twenty minutes. You'll be fine."
*~*~*~*
Alyssa stared down at the ring from her place above it inside the cage, sighing deeply. This wasn't what she had wanted to do when she was hired by this company; she didn't want to be in front of the cameras with people cheering all around. She heard loud cheering and looked down to see Chris Benoit German-suplex Rhyno across the ring and she started clapping. He looked up at her and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Come on Chris!" She cheered excitedly and began to clap again when he tagged Rey in. He looked up and gave her thumbs up before running at Eddie Guerrero full-speed, knocking him down with a dropkick.
Alyssa sat down so her back was pressed against the steel and rested her chin on her hands, her eyes trained on the action happening in the ring. She had started to doze off and then looked up again when she heard the audience screaming. Chris had put Rhyno into the Cross-face and Rey was content in making sure Eddie couldn't interfere. After a few more moments, Rhyno tapped out and Rey and Chris were being named the winners.
The referee handed Chris the keys to the cage and he climbed the turnbuckles, freeing Alyssa from the confines.
"My hero." She fake swooned as he wrapped his arms around her. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her as the audience loudly voiced their approval.
"Anything for the girl I love." He whispered quietly to her with a grin.
Alrighty, the next chapter will be brand new. It, and all chapters after, will include two different characters and his or her final interaction with their love interest and brother/ sister. So keep a look out for that sometime in the near future! Thanks for being patient during this time of reconstruction! I always knew I had the best readers on here!