Sacrificing Morgan
Chapter Twenty One- A Friendly Proposition
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Morgan moaned and rolled over, Chris's arm still wrapped around her shoulders. She opened one eye and smiled at Chris, who was still sleeping. Taking in his warmth, she laid her head against his stomach. "Good morning…" She whispered. Chris still lay sleeping.
She giggled softly and gently slipped out of his grasp. She walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. She frowned. She still looked like the old Morgan. The one who was so gullible, so naïve, and so stupid. She hated that Morgan. She was happy that this new girl shone through. Even if it was only for a little while.
Morgan peeked out of the bathroom door and saw Chris stirring. Then a thought struck her-- She WAS still married to Malcolm, she couldn't give herself away to Chris until she legally divorced. She didn't want to betray Chris. She loved him. Twirling her new color hair, she frowned.
Something about this whole situation made her uneasy. She could hear pipes clinking from other bathrooms. Muffled noises from tired voices. She spun around, the lights making dots behind her eyes. She grabs onto the sink, for support. She looks back up to the mirror- focusing at her reflection. Morgan sighed.
"Morgan…Are you okay?" Chris called, now up. Morgan shot back up from the sink and opened the door a crack. She cleared her throat. "Yeah… I am fine." Her voice was shaky and shifted. Chris grabbed her hand and shook his head. "You're pale." He paused and cocked his head. "And you're roots are showing." Morgan yelped and looked into the mirror.
It was true. Her toast roots were seeping through the bright blonde. Morgan groaned. "No…" She panted. Toast was the color of the OLD Morgan. The NOT GOOD Morgan. The Morgan who was beaten. She can't come back now. "No…" Morgan shouted, louder.
"Are you all right?" Chris frowned. Morgan grumbled and clutched her head. "Stop it." She yelled to herself. "STOP IT… They're trying to kill me!" She exclaimed. Chris spun her around, clutching her shoulders. "Who is?" He exclaimed. Morgan groaned. "Stephanie!" She screamed.
Chris nodded silently. "Morgan… I am going to tell Vince that you couldn't come to the arena and--" Morgan let out another scream and pushed him away. "No! I am going. They're going to kill me here!" She ran out of the bathroom and plopped down on the bed, trying to smother herself with a pillow.
"Morgan! You're going to kill yourself!" Chris moaned as he tried to take the pillow from under Morgan's head. He heard her muffled screams coming from the cotton. Chris somehow managed to get the pillow from her. "Morgan-- Come on. Stop this. I am going to send you to a therapist."
She shot back up, looking him in the eye. "NO. I won't stand for it! I don't need some loser to hear me vent out my fucking anger and feelings! I can do that to you and my family and not have to pay anything!" Chris grabbed her shivering shoulders. "Morgan, come on. Stop this." He repeated.
"You don't understand! You don't hear it!" She screamed, throwing the phone. Chris ducked. "What, Morgan? What the fuck do you hear?" Morgan sniffed in tears. "THE VOICES!" Chris cocked an eyebrow quizzically. "Morgan, you're going fucking bananas!"
Morgan screamed again and looked him in the eye. "Don't tell me what I am!" She snapped. "And I don't like bananas, I like oranges and apples and--" She burst out in insane laughter. Then she collapsed in Chris's arms crying.
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"You're really going through with this, huh, Stephanie?" Shane muttered before the opening RAW segment. Stephanie turned her head quickly and nodded. "This is our only chance to get what we want." Shane frowned a bit, the lines of his mouth thinning. "I never said I wanted this."
Stephanie clacked her heel on the floor. "Well, Shane, I-" She was cut off by the cameraman. "Mrs. Helmsley, you're on in three minutes." Stephanie snapped her fingers. "God damn it!" She shouted. "Shane, go into my-The Alliance's-dressing room and get me my lipstick?"
Shane looked like he was about to say something, maybe protest against his sister, but shook his head and went off in route of the lipstick. Stephanie clutched her temples in frustration and annoyance. "Can't you see I need to focus?" She shouted at anyone who looked at her.
"I can't get a fucking minute of piece here!" She snatched the lipstick from Shane, who worriedly looked at his sister. He frowned at her. "Steph, come on--" Stephanie threw the lipstick at the wall. "Yeah, I am coming."
// Here comes the money…Here comes the money… (money, money, money)…//
The brother-sister team stepped out to Shane's music, greeted by the usual boos. Shane rolled his eyes at the fans, who would have loved nothing more than to throw the water bottles that they held at him. Stephanie walked into the ring after Shane. Shane was the one who held the microphone.
"Morgan--Chris-- If you may, I'd like--" Shane began.
Chris's music hit the PA system right after that sentence. He came out alone, since he left Morgan at home. She finally got to sleep, and Chris didn't think she should be around the ring and arena. She might have another breakdown. "Shane, would you please- SHUT THE HELL…UP!"
Shane's lips pursed into a tiny ball. "No, Chris, I will not 'shut the hell up!' My sister and I are out here for a reason. Tell them, sis." Stephanie nodded graciously. "Where's Morgan?" She asked in a sweet tone. Chris eyed her angrily, too upset to even make a slut joke.
"At home." He mumbled. Stephanie rolled her eyes and snorted. "I always knew my sister was a lazy no good nothing. I had a proposition for her-- Well, since you're here, and you're also a blonde bimbo, I guess I can tell you. What do you say to an eight man tag team match on Smackdown, Chris? Shane, RVD, the Undertaker and I versus you and Morgan with two partners of your choice."
Chris stroked his chin. "I'd have to be stupid NOT to take this challenge." He smirked. Stephanie paced around the ring. "Speaking on behalf of your bitch?" She laughed. Chris needed to fight the urge to slide into the ring and beat her to a bloody pulp. "Bitch." He murmured. It was low, but he was sure Stephanie heard it.
"So are we on?" Shane asked, blinking.
Chris chuckled. "We're on."