**This is because I'm a crowd pleaser, not a crowd teaser. I know the
endings of my stories are horrible. I can never think of a way to end them.
Sorry. But this is the absolute end. I swear on it.**
I am slammed to the mat and the sensation of pain flows through out my body. My back tingles from the brutality from which I was slammed. I sit up slowly and shake my head as if to clear it and regain myself. I shakily stand up and grab hold of the ropes.
"Had enough, dad?" He asks, stressing the dad part. I stand up fully and clap for him, letting him know he did an excellent job.
"Great AJ, really. Can you just try to not kill your father?" I ask with a smile letting him know I'm joking. Well I somewhat am. He did do a great job but he does need to let up a little. He can't hurt me in front of my coworkers. I would never live it down.
"I can't help it if I'm stronger than you and a completely better wrestler and this is only my, what, second or third time in the ring?" AJ asks and shrugs getting a chorus of "Oooooh's!" from my idiotic friends who are watching us train.
"Stronger?" I yell and we lock up again.
~~~~~~
I walk in back after my match rubbing my face with a towel to cool myself down. I just fought Jamie Noble on SmackDown and I think I did an excellent job. I was a little nervous knowing AJ and Misty were backstage watching me. I always perform in front of those I love but AJ and Misty are different. AJ's my son. I don't want to mess up in front of him. I want to be super dad. I want to do everything right even more so than other fathers since I missed so much of his childhood. I also feel like I owe my life to Misty because I had a childhood and enjoyed my teenage years. She didn't and it was my fault. I will never forgive myself for that and I wouldn't blame her if she hated me for eternity. She doesn't though. She says she doesn't and I believe her because her actions match her words. She really has a kind heart and cares for other humans, she was just, and still is greatly misunderstood. If only I hadn't moved away and took the actual time to get to know her, really get to know her, everything would have turned out all right and a lot of heartbreak would have been avoided. But you can't change the past.
We as humans make mistakes but we can also learn from them and right our wrongs. I made many mistakes in my relationship with Misty but I am able to point them out and analyze them. I know what I did wrong and I can change them.
"Excellent job out there." A whispered voice interrupts my thoughts. The breathe tickles and heats my neck, a tiny hand is placed on my shoulder. I grin and turn around.
"Thank you. You liked it? I mean as much as you can since you don't really like wrestling anyway?" I ask. She smiles.
"Yes, it looked great, I think. I mean give me a few more months, weeks even, and I can give you a more accurate answer but from my little naive standing point I think it looked pretty good. I didn't know it was possible to flip around like that!" She exclaims with an amused look on her face which makes me laugh.
"It is possible to flip around like that. Now come on. Let me go shower. I stink." I say. She laughs.
"Go shower. I'll be right here." She says and sits on one of the many storage boxes they have strewn around the halls. As I turn to walk away I hear her mumbling to herself "People can fly! Flips and turns and twists and jumps and bending and rolling, my God!".
I laugh to myself and shake my head. She seems to be playing the role of Miss Innocent now. She knows damn well how much I can twist and bend; she just seems to want to forget it.
~~~~~~
I step out of the steam from the shower and go to grab my towel. My hand connects with nothing. I stare at the empty space my towel once was. It's no big deal really, it probably fell or something. I search the tiny stall where I took my shower and I find nothing. I open the door just a little and poke my head out,
"Uh, guys, can someone get my bag?" I ask. I hear rummaging the finally Matt Hardy answers me.
"Cena, there's nothing here. You brought it in the bathroom with you." He calls. I stand back and think. Yes, I did bring it in with me. But now there's nothing here, nothing at all.
"Matt, did anyone come in here while I was showering?"
"I was in the ring cutting a promo. I didn't see man, sorry." He answers. I few more questions and a few more "didn't see" from various people.
"Great! Well can I borrow someone's clothes or something until I find my own?" I ask.
"Want something of mine?" Paul, or The Big Show, asks. Everyone else laughs but I don't. I sigh. I'm getting really irritated.
"Come on! I don't want to spend all my time in here!" I yell. Finally Matt brings me some things because we are about the same size. I change and walk out of the bathroom feeling like an ass in Matt's clothes. They just aren't me.
I walk out of the room and into the hall. Misty is where she said she would be, still sitting on the box, and AJ is standing in front of her.
In my clothes.
"AJ!" I yell. He looks at me and smiles. I run over to them and I'm about to yell at AJ when Misty giggles. I look at her and she moves, revealing my bag behind her.
"Which one of you did it?" I ask. Mother and son look at me innocently.
"Well I can't go in the men's locker room." Misty says.
"I've been at the catering area, ask anyone." AJ tells me.
"Come on!" I plead and childishly stomp my foot. They both laugh. "Impossible! Impossible!" I scream, grab my bag and go to change.
I come back out all dressed in my regular clothes and they are still where I left them. I walk over and sit next to Misty.
"It was you and Matt." I say. She laughs and goes to playfully hit me. I grab her hands and pull them up near her face. Her emerald engagement ring looks beautiful next to her emerald eyes.
One more month and those emerald eyes will be mine to forever gaze into.
I am slammed to the mat and the sensation of pain flows through out my body. My back tingles from the brutality from which I was slammed. I sit up slowly and shake my head as if to clear it and regain myself. I shakily stand up and grab hold of the ropes.
"Had enough, dad?" He asks, stressing the dad part. I stand up fully and clap for him, letting him know he did an excellent job.
"Great AJ, really. Can you just try to not kill your father?" I ask with a smile letting him know I'm joking. Well I somewhat am. He did do a great job but he does need to let up a little. He can't hurt me in front of my coworkers. I would never live it down.
"I can't help it if I'm stronger than you and a completely better wrestler and this is only my, what, second or third time in the ring?" AJ asks and shrugs getting a chorus of "Oooooh's!" from my idiotic friends who are watching us train.
"Stronger?" I yell and we lock up again.
~~~~~~
I walk in back after my match rubbing my face with a towel to cool myself down. I just fought Jamie Noble on SmackDown and I think I did an excellent job. I was a little nervous knowing AJ and Misty were backstage watching me. I always perform in front of those I love but AJ and Misty are different. AJ's my son. I don't want to mess up in front of him. I want to be super dad. I want to do everything right even more so than other fathers since I missed so much of his childhood. I also feel like I owe my life to Misty because I had a childhood and enjoyed my teenage years. She didn't and it was my fault. I will never forgive myself for that and I wouldn't blame her if she hated me for eternity. She doesn't though. She says she doesn't and I believe her because her actions match her words. She really has a kind heart and cares for other humans, she was just, and still is greatly misunderstood. If only I hadn't moved away and took the actual time to get to know her, really get to know her, everything would have turned out all right and a lot of heartbreak would have been avoided. But you can't change the past.
We as humans make mistakes but we can also learn from them and right our wrongs. I made many mistakes in my relationship with Misty but I am able to point them out and analyze them. I know what I did wrong and I can change them.
"Excellent job out there." A whispered voice interrupts my thoughts. The breathe tickles and heats my neck, a tiny hand is placed on my shoulder. I grin and turn around.
"Thank you. You liked it? I mean as much as you can since you don't really like wrestling anyway?" I ask. She smiles.
"Yes, it looked great, I think. I mean give me a few more months, weeks even, and I can give you a more accurate answer but from my little naive standing point I think it looked pretty good. I didn't know it was possible to flip around like that!" She exclaims with an amused look on her face which makes me laugh.
"It is possible to flip around like that. Now come on. Let me go shower. I stink." I say. She laughs.
"Go shower. I'll be right here." She says and sits on one of the many storage boxes they have strewn around the halls. As I turn to walk away I hear her mumbling to herself "People can fly! Flips and turns and twists and jumps and bending and rolling, my God!".
I laugh to myself and shake my head. She seems to be playing the role of Miss Innocent now. She knows damn well how much I can twist and bend; she just seems to want to forget it.
~~~~~~
I step out of the steam from the shower and go to grab my towel. My hand connects with nothing. I stare at the empty space my towel once was. It's no big deal really, it probably fell or something. I search the tiny stall where I took my shower and I find nothing. I open the door just a little and poke my head out,
"Uh, guys, can someone get my bag?" I ask. I hear rummaging the finally Matt Hardy answers me.
"Cena, there's nothing here. You brought it in the bathroom with you." He calls. I stand back and think. Yes, I did bring it in with me. But now there's nothing here, nothing at all.
"Matt, did anyone come in here while I was showering?"
"I was in the ring cutting a promo. I didn't see man, sorry." He answers. I few more questions and a few more "didn't see" from various people.
"Great! Well can I borrow someone's clothes or something until I find my own?" I ask.
"Want something of mine?" Paul, or The Big Show, asks. Everyone else laughs but I don't. I sigh. I'm getting really irritated.
"Come on! I don't want to spend all my time in here!" I yell. Finally Matt brings me some things because we are about the same size. I change and walk out of the bathroom feeling like an ass in Matt's clothes. They just aren't me.
I walk out of the room and into the hall. Misty is where she said she would be, still sitting on the box, and AJ is standing in front of her.
In my clothes.
"AJ!" I yell. He looks at me and smiles. I run over to them and I'm about to yell at AJ when Misty giggles. I look at her and she moves, revealing my bag behind her.
"Which one of you did it?" I ask. Mother and son look at me innocently.
"Well I can't go in the men's locker room." Misty says.
"I've been at the catering area, ask anyone." AJ tells me.
"Come on!" I plead and childishly stomp my foot. They both laugh. "Impossible! Impossible!" I scream, grab my bag and go to change.
I come back out all dressed in my regular clothes and they are still where I left them. I walk over and sit next to Misty.
"It was you and Matt." I say. She laughs and goes to playfully hit me. I grab her hands and pull them up near her face. Her emerald engagement ring looks beautiful next to her emerald eyes.
One more month and those emerald eyes will be mine to forever gaze into.
