Title: Not Included
Author: Wrestling-Jessikah
Email: jessiecar68@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Content: Language, talk of adult issues (maybe)
Characters: Stephanie McMahon, Chris Jericho, John Cena, Victoria, and Sable
Pairings: Stephanie/Jericho, Sable/Torrie *maybe*, John Cena/Victoria, Molly/Stevie Richards (indirect mention)
Spoilers: The kiss between Torrie and Sable.
Disclaimer: I own no one. But I do know where they keep the contracts…
Notes: In this story everyone in the WWE lives the lives that their on screen characters do. There is no roster split. This means no GM's! Vince owns everything and everyone! There's only one spoiler, and I made everything else up. I know I said that I dislike slash, but I give in…only this once. It is not graphic, actually it is not even physical. It is an infatuation between two heterosexual women.
Timeline:
Stephanie: Married to Hunter and a total bitch. (sort of)
Sable: Just came back, and in love with Torrie.
Victoria: Crazy as all heck, and single.
Chris Jericho: A jackass and in love with Stephanie.
John Cena: A hip-hop rapper/wrestler and in love with Victoria.
Summary: Um…The title says it all.
READ THE NOTES SO YOU WILL NOT BE LOST! CHARACTER POV'S WILL CHANGE, SO PAY ATTENTION!
John Cena's POV
He stood in front of the mirror inside his current locker. It was 6:30. SmackDown had been taped in the morning due to Florida's hurricane warning. He wore a white collared shirt with short sleeves and black stripes around the collar and bottom sleeves. His black pants and his white sneakers with black rimmed soles topped the set off. He thought against the hat and went to the bathroom to shave. There were a few wrestlers still in the arena and his three locker mates were currently showering. Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, and Shawn Michaels wrapped their towels around their waists and came to where he was shaving. Matt patted John on the back and commented on his outfit.
"Hey Cena, nice digs. Where ya goin'"?
"Out."
"Oh. With who? 50 cent, Eminem?"
"Very funny Hardy."
"Matt, just leave him alone."
"Shut up Jeff. So Cena, who is it? If it's not any of your hip-hop friends, then who?"
"I'm going out with Victoria."
"The crazy chick? I thought she was with Stevie."
"First of all, she's not crazy. She doesn't like Stevie that way, and he is dating Molly."
"Well Cena, make sure to tie her up when you sleep with her, I hear she's wild."
"That's not called for Matt. Respect Victoria, she's not like that."
"Whatever Shawn. See you dwebs later."
Matt left and Jeff and Shawn looked to John. Suddenly, they burst out laughing.
"He's got Mattitude. Don't worry about it man, he is the dweb."
"Yeah, Matt is tired of me and Shawn always doggin' him, so he acts like a jackass, when he gets a chance to. Have fun."
As the last to men left the showers, John felt good. Someone had finally talked to him like he was a friend. He was clean- and ready. He looked at himself one last time and went to go to the hotel.
****30 minutes later****
He paced his hotel room for 5 minutes. It was 7:09. Where was she? A light tap on the door brought him out of his revere. He smoothed the imaginary lines from his shirt and greeted Victoria.
"Hey."
She wore a long sleeved green turtleneck and black pants. Her pants complimented her physique and her strappy stiletto sandals showed her beautiful feet. He was at a loss for words. Her black hair was slightly curled and fell around her shoulders and down her back. She wore her glasses and her smile brightened the room. He motioned her to come in so she entered.
"You look gorgeous. These are for you."
John handed her a bouquet of flowers. In the middle were three roses. One was red, one white, and the other was pink. The small bouquet consisted of carnations and the four roses in the middle.
"I bought them on the way here. You can leave them until we come back. By the way, where are we going?"
"That's a surprise, and thanks for the compliments and the roses."
"Your Welcome. Lead the way."
They left his hotel room and headed for the rental car Victoria had leased. They engaged in small talk until they arrived at their destination. The small building was quaint and modest. A bar aligned the furthermost back wall along with several bar stools. There was a small dance area near the front of the stage…Stage? The tables filled the rest of the place and a small hallway that probably lead to a bathroom. Victoria led him to a table near the end of the bar. John looked to the bar and gasped. The neon lights had brought him to a conclusion. She had brought him to a Kareoke bar…
Sable's POV
She woke to a static filed television and a slightly snoring Trish. She lay on the floor, turned on her stomach with her arm as a pillow. Her hair framed her beautiful face and the sunlight left a glow her skin. Sable stared at her for a few seconds and looked at the clock. It was only 7:00. The taping had been earlier and the hurricane had been but 39 miles from the coast. Trish had stayed at a hotel a few minutes away, but she shouldn't go out into the upcoming storm. Sable pulled off her ankle boots and picked her up. Trish was a petite woman and very light in weight. Sable put one arm under her legs and the other under her arms. She rolled her body until she was securely in her arms. Sable trudged to her suite and slowly put Trish under the comforter. She turned to her side and resumed her snoring. Dawn must have gone to bed early, so Sable decided to watch some movies. After thirty minutes of channel surfing, Trish again accompanied Sable.
"Hey, why didn't you wake me up?"
"You looked tired, that's all."
"Oh. Where's Dawn?"
"In her room. I think they came in early cause of the storm warning."
"Oh."
They sat in silence for a while before words were spoken.
"Do you want to go out?"
"Trish, there is a storm in like two hours—"
"We'll be back by then. I just want to go somewhere, anywhere."
"Okay, I now this great Kareoke bar on Melrose…."
Jericho's POV
It took only five minutes to get back to his locker room. He, being the king of the world, had his own locker room. Most of the wrestlers had gone back to their respective hotels because of the early taping, so they weren't likely to be disturbed. An awkward silence filled the small room. They sat across from each other on the large leather couch. Stephanie spoke first.
"I have to get my bag. I forgot it when I left."
"I'll get it for you."
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"No one should be treated like he treats you."
Before Chris knew what he had said, the words had left his brain and crawled from his mouth. Stephanie's face fell downcast and Chris expected a slap or a lecture, but al he got was crying. In between sobs she spoke:
"So you heard huh?"
"Yeah, I tried not to be nosy, but I was coming to apologize and-."
"You were coming to apologize to me?"
"I didn't mean what I said the other day. I shouldn't make fun of you like that."
Her laughter filled the room. Chris sat there in amusement and thankful that she was no longer crying. She retained her giggles and spoke again.
"Are you just saying that because you heard Hunter, or because you were actually going to apologize?"
"I wouldn't have been in that part of the arena otherwise."
The silence filled the room once again. The next question had been bothering Chris since he saw her in the hallway.
"Has he ever physically hurt you before?"
"Once, but he didn't mean it. It was after the match he had with The Rock. I had hit him with the chair instead of Rocky. He lost that match and he was angry. He practically dragged me backstage and pushed me on the couch. He yelled at me for twenty minutes and when he felt the blood on his head from the chair shot, he just snapped. He pulled me up by my arms and he pushed me against the wall. I told him to let me go and he slapped me. He stormed out afterwards. When he came back, his head was bandaged and he apologized. He even cried. I forgave him and he promised to never do it again. He hasn't since."
Her eyes had the glossed over look of a person telling a story. Her hands were folded and they twisted as she finished talking. Chris did not know what to say, but the words somehow found their way to his mouth.
"But he still calls you names. That's still abuse."
"I know, but, but I love him."
"Really?"
"No. He just tells me to tell everyone that. I just can't get away. He controls me. Hunter controls every aspect of my life. He is my puppeteer. I shouldn't be telling you this…."
"Well, now you've earned a bodyguard Ms. McMahon. I am going to retrieve your bag while you go fix up. I'll be right back ma'am."
A small smile fell upon her lips. And she frowned again.
"What will you tell Hunter?"
"Don't worry, I have a plan. Just lock the door until I come back. I will knock three times and say: Chris Jericho is the King of the world. He now serves the Billion-Dollar Princess. Got it?"
"Yeah. I got it."
He left and listened until he heard the door lock. In three minutes time he was at Triple Nose's Locker room.
"Hey Triple Face, open up!"
Triple H came to the door and looked at Chris. He was holding up his pants and lipstick littered his chest. 'No doubt what he was doing,' Chris thought to himself before he spoke:
"The Billion Dollar Princess says she wants her bag. She gave me five hundred bucks to come and get it. So hand it over."
"Wait here."
A few giggles later, he returned with a pink gym bag with "Princess" written on it. Chris took the bag. As he was about to leave, Triple H spoke.
"Is she alright?"
"I don't know. She just ordered me around until I agreed to get this bag." Chris lied.
"Is she going back to our hotel?"
"No. She said she would find another one. Because her low life bastard of a husband got on her damn nerves."
"Oh. Tell her to call me."
"Sure."
A female voice littered the hallway. It was unmistakably Dawn Marie. Hunter smiled and closed his door.
Chris ran back to his locker room and knocked three times.
"Chris Jericho is the King of the world. He now serves the Billion-Dollar Princess."
She greeted him with a smile. Her makeup was free from her face. Her hair was wet, but straight. He walked into the locker room and followed her to the couch.
"I used your shampoo. Is that okay?"
"Its fine, but how did you wash it so fast, I was only gone for fifteen minutes, tops."
"It was nineteen and I work fast. Thanks for getting my things."
She reached over his lap to grab her bag. He felt her skin brush against his thigh and felt his anatomy start to stand. He excused himself and went to the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water and was about to go back to the room when he peeked through the crack of the bathroom door. She was getting dressed. She was putting on a plain black tee shirt. She pulled a pair of long gray sweat pants on and laced up her black sneakers. She lost about ten years when she pulled her hair into a ponytail. She was beautiful. He chose then to walk out of the bathroom.
"Ready to go?"
"Go where?"
"Back to my hotel Princess, you'll need a place to stay."
"Okay."
They grabbed their bags and went to her rental car to get her suitcase. They left the keys on the front hood with a note for Hunter. They walked silently to his rented Mercedes.
Stephanie's POV
It had only taken five minutes to get to his locker room. They walked in and sat on the couch. She decided to break the silence.
"I have to get my bag. I forgot it when I left."
"I'll get it for you."
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"No one should be treated like he treats you."
He had heard. No one ever heard when she was being belittled. She felt ashamed. She started to cry. She choked out a reply in between her cries.
"So you heard huh?"
"Yeah, I tried not to be nosy, but I was coming to apologize and-."
"You were coming to apologize to me?"
"I didn't mean what I said the other day. I shouldn't make fun of you like that."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The man that despised her had saved her from crying herself into a coma. The situation was so ironic that she couldn't help but laugh. She composed herself to ask her question.
"Are you just saying that because you heard Hunter, or because you were actually going to apologize?"
"I wouldn't have been in that part of the arena otherwise."
Out of nowhere he asked:
"Has he ever physically hurt you before?"
She decided to tell him, he seemed like he wanted to know, and she needed to tell someone, so she began.
"Once, but he didn't mean it. It was after the match he had with The Rock. I had hit him with the chair instead of Rocky. He lost that match and he was angry. He practically dragged me backstage and pushed me on the couch. He yelled at me for twenty minutes and when he felt the blood on his head from the chair shot, he just snapped. He pulled me up by my arms and he pushed me against the wall. I told him to let me go and he slapped me. He stormed out afterwards. When he came back, his head was bandaged and he apologized. He even cried. I forgave him and he promised to never do it again. He hasn't since."
"But he still calls you names. That's still abuse."
"I know, but, but I love him."
"Really?"
"No. He just tells me to tell everyone that. I just can't get away. He controls me. Hunter controls every aspect of my life. He is my puppeteer. I shouldn't be telling you this…."
"Well, now you've earned a bodyguard Ms. McMahon. I am going to retrieve your bag while you go fix up. I'll be right back ma'am."
A small smile fell upon her lips. And she frowned again.
"What will you tell Hunter?"
"Don't worry, I have a plan. Just lock the door until I come back. I will knock three times and say: Chris Jericho is the King of the world. He now serves the Billion-Dollar Princess. Got it?"
"Yeah. I got it."
He left and she got up to lock the door. She decided to wash the mess off her face. She walked into the bathroom to see shampoo on the sink. She looked to the shower and then to the bottle. She pulled down the showerhead and turned on the water. She washed away the curls that tangled her hair. She washed her face that was littered with makeup and tear tracks. She twisted her hair until it was as dry as she could get it and she walked back into the other room. Chris was just getting back.
The three loud knocks made her await the next line.
"Chris Jericho is the King of the world. He now serves the Billion-Dollar Princess."
She greeted him with a smile. He walked into the locker room and followed her to the couch.
"I used your shampoo. Is that okay?"
"Its fine, but how did you wash it so fast, I was only gone for fifteen minutes, tops."
"It was nineteen and I work fast. Thanks for getting my things."
She reached over his lap to grab her bag. She felt him stiffen and pulled back. He excused himself and she decided to get dressed. She pulled out her black tee shirt and dark gray sweats as he was in the bathroom. She pulled her damp hair into a ponytail as he came out.
"Ready to go?"
"Go where?"
"Back to my hotel Princess, you'll need a place to stay."
"Okay."
She was saying that a lot lately. They grabbed their bags and went to her rental car to get her suitcase. They left the keys on the front hood with a note for Hunter. They walked silently to his rented Mercedes.
Victoria's POV
She was in the women's locker room. Few of the divas were still there. All except Trish, Sable, Lita, Dawn Marie, Ivory and Molly. She stood with Stacy and Torrie looking in the mirror. She had decided to wear her green turtleneck with her black pants and sandals. She slipped on her glasses as she curled her hair. Torrie saw her and offered to help.
"Need help, I can curl the back?"
"Sure."
Stacy grabbed a chair and slid it so that Victoria could sit down. They started talking as Torrie curled her hair.
"So where are you going?"
"On a date."
"With who?"
"With John."
"John Cena?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Isn't he that guy the fans call Vanilla Ice?"
"Shut up Jazz."
"Sor-ry."
"Nidia, can you pass me that red comb in my locker?"
"Sure. You like him a lot?"
"No, but enough. I heard he liked me."
"From who?"
All of the women laughed since they said it in unison.
"I heard him singing in his room, and he kind of dedicated the song to me."
"Awww."
All the women continued their banter until it was time to leave. Lillian jingled her keys and shouted:
"Who's in the car pool?"
Two women raised their hands and left. Jacqueline and Terri waved good bye as they left With Lillian. All that were left was Terri, Stacy, and Torrie. Victoria gave her thanks and was about to leave when Torrie spoke.
"Can I get a ride back to the hotel?"
"Sure."
They said goodbye to the two remaining divas and headed for the car. They engaged in small talk until they parted ways on the elevator. It was 7:06, she was late.
Two minutes later, she knocked on his door.
"Hey."
He greeted her.
"You look gorgeous. These are for you."
He handed her a bouquet of flowers. In the middle were three roses. One was red, one white, and the other was pink. The small bouquet consisted of carnations and the four roses in the middle.
"I bought them on the way here. You can leave them until we come back. By the way, where are we going?"
"That's a surprise, and thanks for the compliments and the roses."
"Your Welcome. Lead the way."
She was flattered. She was at a lost for words. She didn't have a chance to return the compliments. Tonight had started out great. Some of the divas had helped her get ready. She was making friends and from the looks of it, a boyfriend. They had talked in the car on the way to the bar. She hoped he wouldn't be mad that she was bringing him to a kareoke bar…
A/N:
Hey 12 pages in Microsoft Word! New record. I am sorry it took so long [writer's block] I hope my reviewers like what they see! Next post should be in five days [hopefully]. Bye all.
Jessikah
