On Tour Part 2
Jena Lei Draven
I don't own anyone from the WWF and I'm not making any money off of this.
Jeff nodded and crept back into the room, not disturbing Alisha. He stayed in Alisha's room for the night. He was relieved of his watch at 3:00, but he never left. Rock must have been in, because he was covered with a blanket. He looked over to the bed and saw it was empty. "Alisha?"
She walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a long-sleeve, form-fitting shirt. "Yeah?" Her hair was clipped back and she had already done her make-up.
Jeff would have never known that she had been hurt if he hadn't patched her up himself. "How are you?"
"A little sore, but no worse for the wear."
"You look good."
"Thanks. I was about to order breakfast if you're interested."
"Nah, I should head back upstairs and get ready myself. I'll see you this afternoon though."
"'Kay. See ya later." She replied as he headed out the door. The door never completely closed. "Well, if it isn't the Great One."
"Morning Jabroni." Dwayne sat down on the couch. "How did you sleep?"
"Like someone with a bit of head trauma."
"Hey we offered to have a medic look at you."
"I can take care of myself." Alisha replied coldly.
"Point taken. You're sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, really."
"I was about to head down to breakfast. Care to join me?"
"Sure." Alisha walked stiffly to the door. She waited for Rock to walk out and then she followed.
"So what are you going to have?" asked Dwayne as the waiter walked up to their table.
"I'll have a strawberry smoothy."
"I'll have scrabbled eggs and bacon." Dwayne chimed in after her. They had breakfast and started chatting.
"Miss St. James." A police officer walked up to the table. "May I talk to you outside?"
"Of course." She walked out of the restaurant. Dwayne stayed at the table. The other wrestlers were watching with interest. This was exactly what Alisha didn't need. She returned to the table ten minutes later.
"What was that all about?"
"Nothing." Alisha left it at that.
"Alisha, what's going on?" Chris Irvine walked up to the table.
"I'm having a chat with Dwayne."
"What about the cop?"
"He wanted an autograph." Alisha finished off her drink and left a five on the table. "Have a good morning gentlemen." She stood and walked away.
Chris sat down. "Care to tell me what's going on?"
"Chris, I can't."
"I will find out."
"Take my advice and if you do try to find out. Tread carefully." With that Dwayne stood up and left the restaurant.
Chris walked into the arena and saw the mass of people tearing down from the show. He was looking for Alisha, since she had already checked out of her hotel room. He wandered around the backstage area and found the reporter that had stopped by yesterday making his way to the exit. He kept walking towards the direction that the reporter had come from. He walked towards Stone Cold's dressing room and heard noise from inside. He walked in and waited until Steve was done in the bathroom, but was shocked when Alisha opened the door. She had a cracked lip and a bruised cheek. There was blood still running from the cut on her lip. "Alisha, what happened?" He sat her down on the couch.
"I became real intimate with a ring post, uncovered." She sighed. "That's what I get for fooling around during tear down."
"Are we havin' a damn meetin' in here?" Steve walked into the room. He looked at the scene in front of him. "You alright?" He asked Alisha.
"Better now thanks for the use of your room."
"Anytime."
"See ya." She walked out of the room.
"Well I didn't buy a damn word of what she said." Steve sat down next to Chris.
"Well it could have been an accident with the ring."
"What ring? She told me that she got hit while her and Jesse were working out. I know she's lying now. Jesse isn't even in town. I just checked and he left last night."
"Why would she lie?"
"She's hiding somethin'. That's for sure."
"I think Dwayne may have some answers."
"Then let's go have a little chat with him."
"Good luck. I tried talking to him earlier and he walked away."
"I'll get it out of him one way or another."
"Alright, I'm coming." The door opened and the People's champ found Jericho and the Rattlesnake at his door. "Something I can do for you?"
"Yeah tell us what is going on with Alisha."
"Nothing. Why?"
"I'm not going to ask again son."
"Fine. She was attacked last night. She's fine though. Nothing a few weeks won't heal."
"What? I was refering to the bloody lip and bruised cheek she had today. Was that from last night?"
"No. Her lip was fine and any bruising she had was covered up."
"I can atest to that. She was fine this morning." added Chris.
"Somethin's not right here."
"What about one of the wrestlers? or crew? It has to be someone that's with us." replied Chris. He stood up and walked to the door. He walked down the hall and to the elevator. He met the reporter guy on his way off the floor, getting in. He went straight to the Hardyz suite. They were gone for practice at the gym, but Chris had a feeling that Alisha was there. He knocked on the door.
"Jeff, I swear you'd forget..." Alisha stopped when she saw Chris. "Chris."
"We need to talk."
"About?"
"Who did this to you? Come on it didn't take us long to figure it out." He walked into the room. He was greeted to a mess. There was stuff strewn around. He took a closer look at Alisha. She had been crying. "What's going on? Talk to me." He approached her, but she backed away. She was shaking so Chris decided that he should back off for the time being. He sat in a chair off to the side.
"I guess it was kinda obvious, huh? I just didn't want anyone to know."
"Know?"
"He was hitting me again and touching me and --" Alisha ran to the bathroom. Chris could hear her stomach rejecting breakfast.
"Did he...?"
"No thank goodness." She walked past him. "But I deserve this you know. I left him and I wanted a new life. I didn't deserve to have it. I'm nothing." Alisha began to sob. Chris touched her shoulder and she stiffened. He stroked her arm and eventually she stopped flinching when he brushed his hand down her arm.
"That's not true and you know that. You're a smart girl." Chris responded.
"Thanks for trying to help, but..."
"I know. The same thing happened to a friend of mine. It takes time, but I promise it'll get better, but first you have to put this guy behind bars where he belongs."
"He'd kill me."
"We can protect you here. You will have a body guard soon enough and we can keep an eye on you until then."
"I don't know." She sighed and walked over to the window. "So who knows about this?"
"Dwayne, as you know, Steve, myself, and I'm assuming the Hardy clan."
"Just Jeff and I'd like it to not go any farther."
"Consider it done."
"Thanks." She walked towards the couch, but didn't make it. Her legs buckled beneath her. Chris approached her.
"Alisha." He could see that she was okay physically, but the blank look that was starting to form over her face couldn't have been good.
"Hmmm."
"How about we watch some TV?" He asked pulling her to her feet and leading her to the couch.
"Okay."
"He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. He decided the news would be safe and left the room. He picked up the phone.
Jena Lei Draven
I don't own anyone from the WWF and I'm not making any money off of this.
Jeff nodded and crept back into the room, not disturbing Alisha. He stayed in Alisha's room for the night. He was relieved of his watch at 3:00, but he never left. Rock must have been in, because he was covered with a blanket. He looked over to the bed and saw it was empty. "Alisha?"
She walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a long-sleeve, form-fitting shirt. "Yeah?" Her hair was clipped back and she had already done her make-up.
Jeff would have never known that she had been hurt if he hadn't patched her up himself. "How are you?"
"A little sore, but no worse for the wear."
"You look good."
"Thanks. I was about to order breakfast if you're interested."
"Nah, I should head back upstairs and get ready myself. I'll see you this afternoon though."
"'Kay. See ya later." She replied as he headed out the door. The door never completely closed. "Well, if it isn't the Great One."
"Morning Jabroni." Dwayne sat down on the couch. "How did you sleep?"
"Like someone with a bit of head trauma."
"Hey we offered to have a medic look at you."
"I can take care of myself." Alisha replied coldly.
"Point taken. You're sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, really."
"I was about to head down to breakfast. Care to join me?"
"Sure." Alisha walked stiffly to the door. She waited for Rock to walk out and then she followed.
"So what are you going to have?" asked Dwayne as the waiter walked up to their table.
"I'll have a strawberry smoothy."
"I'll have scrabbled eggs and bacon." Dwayne chimed in after her. They had breakfast and started chatting.
"Miss St. James." A police officer walked up to the table. "May I talk to you outside?"
"Of course." She walked out of the restaurant. Dwayne stayed at the table. The other wrestlers were watching with interest. This was exactly what Alisha didn't need. She returned to the table ten minutes later.
"What was that all about?"
"Nothing." Alisha left it at that.
"Alisha, what's going on?" Chris Irvine walked up to the table.
"I'm having a chat with Dwayne."
"What about the cop?"
"He wanted an autograph." Alisha finished off her drink and left a five on the table. "Have a good morning gentlemen." She stood and walked away.
Chris sat down. "Care to tell me what's going on?"
"Chris, I can't."
"I will find out."
"Take my advice and if you do try to find out. Tread carefully." With that Dwayne stood up and left the restaurant.
Chris walked into the arena and saw the mass of people tearing down from the show. He was looking for Alisha, since she had already checked out of her hotel room. He wandered around the backstage area and found the reporter that had stopped by yesterday making his way to the exit. He kept walking towards the direction that the reporter had come from. He walked towards Stone Cold's dressing room and heard noise from inside. He walked in and waited until Steve was done in the bathroom, but was shocked when Alisha opened the door. She had a cracked lip and a bruised cheek. There was blood still running from the cut on her lip. "Alisha, what happened?" He sat her down on the couch.
"I became real intimate with a ring post, uncovered." She sighed. "That's what I get for fooling around during tear down."
"Are we havin' a damn meetin' in here?" Steve walked into the room. He looked at the scene in front of him. "You alright?" He asked Alisha.
"Better now thanks for the use of your room."
"Anytime."
"See ya." She walked out of the room.
"Well I didn't buy a damn word of what she said." Steve sat down next to Chris.
"Well it could have been an accident with the ring."
"What ring? She told me that she got hit while her and Jesse were working out. I know she's lying now. Jesse isn't even in town. I just checked and he left last night."
"Why would she lie?"
"She's hiding somethin'. That's for sure."
"I think Dwayne may have some answers."
"Then let's go have a little chat with him."
"Good luck. I tried talking to him earlier and he walked away."
"I'll get it out of him one way or another."
"Alright, I'm coming." The door opened and the People's champ found Jericho and the Rattlesnake at his door. "Something I can do for you?"
"Yeah tell us what is going on with Alisha."
"Nothing. Why?"
"I'm not going to ask again son."
"Fine. She was attacked last night. She's fine though. Nothing a few weeks won't heal."
"What? I was refering to the bloody lip and bruised cheek she had today. Was that from last night?"
"No. Her lip was fine and any bruising she had was covered up."
"I can atest to that. She was fine this morning." added Chris.
"Somethin's not right here."
"What about one of the wrestlers? or crew? It has to be someone that's with us." replied Chris. He stood up and walked to the door. He walked down the hall and to the elevator. He met the reporter guy on his way off the floor, getting in. He went straight to the Hardyz suite. They were gone for practice at the gym, but Chris had a feeling that Alisha was there. He knocked on the door.
"Jeff, I swear you'd forget..." Alisha stopped when she saw Chris. "Chris."
"We need to talk."
"About?"
"Who did this to you? Come on it didn't take us long to figure it out." He walked into the room. He was greeted to a mess. There was stuff strewn around. He took a closer look at Alisha. She had been crying. "What's going on? Talk to me." He approached her, but she backed away. She was shaking so Chris decided that he should back off for the time being. He sat in a chair off to the side.
"I guess it was kinda obvious, huh? I just didn't want anyone to know."
"Know?"
"He was hitting me again and touching me and --" Alisha ran to the bathroom. Chris could hear her stomach rejecting breakfast.
"Did he...?"
"No thank goodness." She walked past him. "But I deserve this you know. I left him and I wanted a new life. I didn't deserve to have it. I'm nothing." Alisha began to sob. Chris touched her shoulder and she stiffened. He stroked her arm and eventually she stopped flinching when he brushed his hand down her arm.
"That's not true and you know that. You're a smart girl." Chris responded.
"Thanks for trying to help, but..."
"I know. The same thing happened to a friend of mine. It takes time, but I promise it'll get better, but first you have to put this guy behind bars where he belongs."
"He'd kill me."
"We can protect you here. You will have a body guard soon enough and we can keep an eye on you until then."
"I don't know." She sighed and walked over to the window. "So who knows about this?"
"Dwayne, as you know, Steve, myself, and I'm assuming the Hardy clan."
"Just Jeff and I'd like it to not go any farther."
"Consider it done."
"Thanks." She walked towards the couch, but didn't make it. Her legs buckled beneath her. Chris approached her.
"Alisha." He could see that she was okay physically, but the blank look that was starting to form over her face couldn't have been good.
"Hmmm."
"How about we watch some TV?" He asked pulling her to her feet and leading her to the couch.
"Okay."
"He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. He decided the news would be safe and left the room. He picked up the phone.