A/N: Hey all! I just wanted to let ya'll know that I've started a new
story. I got some creative inspiration and started writing. It's called
Connection. It has Edge, Lita, RVD, Shannon Moore, Charlie Haas, and will
eventually have the Hardyz. It's in the 3rd person revolving around a
character I made up called Cinder Copeland. Yes, Edge's sister. I just
think he seems like the best older brother. I don't know why, but he does.
It's a high school story. I really don't know why I'm venturing into that
area of the world since high school was like hell for me! But anyways,
please check it out. I'm gonna try and work on both of these stories.
Hopefully I can do a 3rd person story. I've never done one like that, it's
a new thing for me. So bare with me. lol Anyways, here's the next
chapter. Oh! I wanted to apologize for the lack of wrestling matches in
my story right now. I haven't been able to watch WWE for a couple weeks so
I haven't had the inspiration for them. But I plan to catch up this
weekend and then you'll probably be seein more matches. And a little heads
up, next Wednesday, I'm goin to NY and CT cause it's my nephew Christening
and I won't have a computer handy. So I won't be able to update starting
March 26 till the 30. I will be writing the chapters up though, so this
way I can come back to my dorm and type away. Sorry ya'll!!!
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"Did you honestly think that Jeff was lying?" Amy asked as I jumped on the stepper machine next to her.
"Yeah, I did," I said shyly.
"What'd you do when you realized Shane didn't tell you about the phone calls?"
"I yelled at him. Told him that if he ever pulled a stunt like that again I was gone," I answered.
"What'd he do?"
"He apologized and I forgave him."
"Casey, do you realize that this could have been your chance to get out of the relationship to be with Jeff?"
"Maybe I don't wanna be with Jeff anymore. Did you think of that?" I exclaimed as I jumped off the machine and walked out of the gym.
"Casey! Case!" she yelled after me as she followed me into the locker room. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"I'm just sick of everyone telling me how I should live my life! I'm fuckin sick of it!" I yelled at her. She backed away in shock as I threw my towel in my bag before roughly lifting it on my shoulder. I stormed out of the locker room and jumped into my mustang, driving back home. "Why must everyone tell me I need to break up with Shane? Why does everyone need to stick their noses in my business? And most importantly, why the hell am I in love with Jeff?!"
"Hey babe, how was the workout?" Shane asked as I stormed into the house.
"Oh, just peachy! Cause everything is just peachy!" I yelled angrily.
"Did something happen?" he asked cautiously.
"Oh, just the fact that I went there!" I yelled. "UGH! I'm gonna go shower." I walked up the stairs mumbling to myself as Shane watched me.
"This is why love her. She's like a box of chocolates, ya never know what you're gonna get," Shane said in his best forest gump accent.
*******
"I can't believe I'm doing this," I groaned as I looked at my pretty much naked body in the mirror.
"What do you mean?" Trish asked as she walked up beside me, fluffing up her hair.
"Trish, I'm in this stupid Diva's thong award show shit. Why?!" I exclaimed placing my hands on my bare hips.
"Cause you're beautiful and guys love you," she replied seriously with a smile.
"Look at me! I'm, ugh!" I said continuing to complain.
"Oh be quiet! You look absolutely beautiful!" Torrie said as she walked up to the mirror.
"Alright! Come on girls!!!" a tech yelled, cuing us for the line up. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, wearing a lacy purple bra and black lacy boy shorts. I groaned as I took my place in line between Victoria and Amy.
"I'm going to introduce tonite's three wonderful judges for this Diva spectacular. First we have Edge. Next we have Jeff Hardy. And last, but not least, Chris Jericho," King announced before Torrie's music went off. "And now the start of the show. First the ladies will be wearing their finest everyday underwear. First we have the lovely Torrie Wilson!" Torrie sauntered out there in all pink. She slipped off the robe that she wore and posed at the end of the runway. While I, nervously, shook out my body. Stacy was up after Torrie, next went Trish, and Victoria. Then it was my turn. "She does flips, jumps, and looks absolutely wild in the ring. Outside she's as innocent as can be because she's Mystic Angel!" I slowly walked out there, trying to push my nerves to the side. I did a pose at the end of the runway as Poison's "Fallen Angel" played. I licked my lips and turned, heading back up the runway. Once back there I took a deep breath and got into my next outfit.
"Whoa," Amy said as I slid wings on my shoulders.
"What?" I asked.
"You look hot! I'm telling you right now, if I swung that way, I'd be after you girl," she replied with a smile. I rolled my eyes at her as I turned around and craned my head around to look at the back of me. Making sure every thing was in it's right place. I wore a white satiny pair of bikinis with a solid white satiny bra. I placed a silver halo around my bun of bright blue hair and fluffed out my white wings. I nodded at myself and once again took my place in line.
I heard Aerosmith's "Angel" begin to play as I sauntered out on the stage to nothing but cat calls and whistles from the men in the crowd. I bit on my lower lip as I walked down. "Next to strut her stuff in the Fantasy category, Mystic.......whoa.....ummm, Mystic Angel!" King said as he watched me walk. He leaned over to Adam and whisper, "She's definitely not as innocent as she looks."
"I can't believe she's wearing that," Adam replied as I turned around to walk into the back to wait for the winner to be called.
We all stood in our "Fantasy Wear" in a ling on the stage, smiling at the crowd. King cleared his throat as he stood off to the side a bit holding an envelope. "In third place, the very lovely, Torrie Wilson!" King announced. Torrie stepped out of line and nodded her head at the crowd. "And the runner up, if in case the winner can not perform her duties as the winner of the thong award, this beautiful girl will take her place. That girl is, Mystic Angel." A shocked expression formed on my face as Amy patted my back and I stepped up a bit. I waved at the crowd and gave them a huge smile as I stepped back. King picked up the Golden Thong award and there was a hush over the crowd. "And the winner of WWE's 2005 Golden Thong award is, Trish Stratus!" The crowd went absolutely wild as she was handed the award. Confetti, streamers, and balloons fell onto the stage as the judges were brought up. She walked around the stage showing off the award to the crowd as Amy picked up the stand it had been sitting on and walked up behind her, hitting Trish in the back. I rushed to Trish's side and helped her up. We both glared at Amy as she pointed her finger at Trish disapprovingly. Victoria walked up beside Amy and patted her on the back as Trish grimaced in pain. I helped her backstage where the cameras were shut off.
"Another storyline with Victoria. I'm telling you, they really need to get some new material," Trish complained as we all pulled some clothes on.
"I know how you feel. But at least this time it's the both of us against her and Amy. Instead of it just being a singles thing," I replied as I threw all my stuff in my bag. I pulled on Shane's green lantern t- shirt and threw the bag on my shoulder.
"What's up with Jeff?" she blurted out before I walked out.
"What?" I asked.
"I heard a rumor about him and I was wondering if you knew if it was true or not."
"I don't know anything about Jeff. And I haven't heard any rumors. So I would suggest you ask him yourself," I said with a shrug.
"I hear he's not going to sign the contract when it's up for review," she said quickly.
"What?" I asked as I slowly turned back to her.
"I heard that he's quitting. I heard that he's just going to do his music instead," she replied.
"I really haven't heard anything about that," I said as I walked out. "Jeff's quitting? Why would he do that? I hope it's not because of me." I ran down the hall and burst into Amy's locker room. She looked up at me and smiled.
"What's with the bursting through the door thing?" she asked.
"Is Jeff quitting?" I asked.
"Where'd you hear that?" she asked her smile fading completely.
"Amy, is he quitting?"
"Yeah, he's quitting."
"Because of me. He's quitting because of me!" I yelled.
"Casey, no, he's not quitting because of you. He's quitting because he doesn't love the business as much anymore and because his body can't handle it anymore. Not because of you."
"I don't want him to quit," I said sadly.
"None of us do, but we can't do any thing about it. He's made up his mind," Amy said with a sigh as she zipped up her bag. "It's just something we have to except."
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"Casey! We need you!" Shane-O yelled as he pounded on the Diva's locker room door.
"What?!" I exclaimed as I opened it.
"Lilian lost her voice. We need someone to sing the National Anthem. And you have a beautiful voice. We need you to sing," he said.
"Shane, I don't sing that well," I said nervously.
"Yes you do. You're on Jeff's entrance music for God sakes. Please. We need you," Shane pleaded.
"What's you're father say about this? He's never heard me sing," I said crossing my arms.
"He said that he thinks I have good judgment and to do what I think needs to be done. Casey, I choose you," Shane said.
"Fine," I said giving in. "How long do I have to get ready?"
"15 minutes?" he said.
"Jesus Shane! Could you have cut it a LITTLE closer?" I said sarcastically.
"Just hurry. Warm up your voice, change, do whatever you need to do," he said as he walked away. I shut the door and turned to face the Diva's in the room.
"I'm singing the National Anthem tonite," I said nervously.
"That's great Case!" Stacy said excitedly.
"My voice isn't warmed up," I said frantically.
"Just get dressed and we'll put some Christina on. That'll warm it right up," Trish smiled. I nodded at her as she put in the cd. I quickly changed into a pair of black baggy cargos and a cut up red muscle tee. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail as I sung along to the music.
"Casey," Shane called. I sighed deeply as I waved to the others and walked out the door. "Ya ready?"
"I hope so. Just promise me that you won't fire me if I suck," I said.
"Nah, maybe just cut back your pay check," Shane joked. I shot him a look as he laughed. "Calm down. I was just kidding. You'll do great." He wrapped his arm around my waist and gave me a quick squeeze.
"And to sing the National Anthem tonite, the WWE's very own, Mystic Angel!" I slowly walked out there, smiling and waving to the crowd as they cheered. I stood in the middle of the ring, holding the microphone tightly in my hands. I took a deep breath and began. It seemed to go by so quickly, because before I knew it, I was standing there with the crowd on their feet applauding. I smiled brightly as I handed off the mic and walked up the ramp.
"Oh baby!" Shane yelled as he ran up to me and scooped me into his arms.
"Was I okay?" I asked.
"You sounded so awesome!" he exclaimed as he kissed me softly.
"Really? You're not just saying that?" I asked nervously as he set me down on the floor.
"Come on. We're gonna have production rewind that for you," he said taking my hand, pulling me along behind him. I stood in the production trailer and watched the tape of me singing. I smiled as I saw the crowd hopped to their feet. "Do you see how good you are?"
"Thank you," I smiled as I reached up to kiss his cheek.
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A/N: Sorry ya'll for the short chapter. Massive writer's block. I'll try and get another chapter up tomorrow. Assuming that my writer's block has ended.
*******
"Did you honestly think that Jeff was lying?" Amy asked as I jumped on the stepper machine next to her.
"Yeah, I did," I said shyly.
"What'd you do when you realized Shane didn't tell you about the phone calls?"
"I yelled at him. Told him that if he ever pulled a stunt like that again I was gone," I answered.
"What'd he do?"
"He apologized and I forgave him."
"Casey, do you realize that this could have been your chance to get out of the relationship to be with Jeff?"
"Maybe I don't wanna be with Jeff anymore. Did you think of that?" I exclaimed as I jumped off the machine and walked out of the gym.
"Casey! Case!" she yelled after me as she followed me into the locker room. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"I'm just sick of everyone telling me how I should live my life! I'm fuckin sick of it!" I yelled at her. She backed away in shock as I threw my towel in my bag before roughly lifting it on my shoulder. I stormed out of the locker room and jumped into my mustang, driving back home. "Why must everyone tell me I need to break up with Shane? Why does everyone need to stick their noses in my business? And most importantly, why the hell am I in love with Jeff?!"
"Hey babe, how was the workout?" Shane asked as I stormed into the house.
"Oh, just peachy! Cause everything is just peachy!" I yelled angrily.
"Did something happen?" he asked cautiously.
"Oh, just the fact that I went there!" I yelled. "UGH! I'm gonna go shower." I walked up the stairs mumbling to myself as Shane watched me.
"This is why love her. She's like a box of chocolates, ya never know what you're gonna get," Shane said in his best forest gump accent.
*******
"I can't believe I'm doing this," I groaned as I looked at my pretty much naked body in the mirror.
"What do you mean?" Trish asked as she walked up beside me, fluffing up her hair.
"Trish, I'm in this stupid Diva's thong award show shit. Why?!" I exclaimed placing my hands on my bare hips.
"Cause you're beautiful and guys love you," she replied seriously with a smile.
"Look at me! I'm, ugh!" I said continuing to complain.
"Oh be quiet! You look absolutely beautiful!" Torrie said as she walked up to the mirror.
"Alright! Come on girls!!!" a tech yelled, cuing us for the line up. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, wearing a lacy purple bra and black lacy boy shorts. I groaned as I took my place in line between Victoria and Amy.
"I'm going to introduce tonite's three wonderful judges for this Diva spectacular. First we have Edge. Next we have Jeff Hardy. And last, but not least, Chris Jericho," King announced before Torrie's music went off. "And now the start of the show. First the ladies will be wearing their finest everyday underwear. First we have the lovely Torrie Wilson!" Torrie sauntered out there in all pink. She slipped off the robe that she wore and posed at the end of the runway. While I, nervously, shook out my body. Stacy was up after Torrie, next went Trish, and Victoria. Then it was my turn. "She does flips, jumps, and looks absolutely wild in the ring. Outside she's as innocent as can be because she's Mystic Angel!" I slowly walked out there, trying to push my nerves to the side. I did a pose at the end of the runway as Poison's "Fallen Angel" played. I licked my lips and turned, heading back up the runway. Once back there I took a deep breath and got into my next outfit.
"Whoa," Amy said as I slid wings on my shoulders.
"What?" I asked.
"You look hot! I'm telling you right now, if I swung that way, I'd be after you girl," she replied with a smile. I rolled my eyes at her as I turned around and craned my head around to look at the back of me. Making sure every thing was in it's right place. I wore a white satiny pair of bikinis with a solid white satiny bra. I placed a silver halo around my bun of bright blue hair and fluffed out my white wings. I nodded at myself and once again took my place in line.
I heard Aerosmith's "Angel" begin to play as I sauntered out on the stage to nothing but cat calls and whistles from the men in the crowd. I bit on my lower lip as I walked down. "Next to strut her stuff in the Fantasy category, Mystic.......whoa.....ummm, Mystic Angel!" King said as he watched me walk. He leaned over to Adam and whisper, "She's definitely not as innocent as she looks."
"I can't believe she's wearing that," Adam replied as I turned around to walk into the back to wait for the winner to be called.
We all stood in our "Fantasy Wear" in a ling on the stage, smiling at the crowd. King cleared his throat as he stood off to the side a bit holding an envelope. "In third place, the very lovely, Torrie Wilson!" King announced. Torrie stepped out of line and nodded her head at the crowd. "And the runner up, if in case the winner can not perform her duties as the winner of the thong award, this beautiful girl will take her place. That girl is, Mystic Angel." A shocked expression formed on my face as Amy patted my back and I stepped up a bit. I waved at the crowd and gave them a huge smile as I stepped back. King picked up the Golden Thong award and there was a hush over the crowd. "And the winner of WWE's 2005 Golden Thong award is, Trish Stratus!" The crowd went absolutely wild as she was handed the award. Confetti, streamers, and balloons fell onto the stage as the judges were brought up. She walked around the stage showing off the award to the crowd as Amy picked up the stand it had been sitting on and walked up behind her, hitting Trish in the back. I rushed to Trish's side and helped her up. We both glared at Amy as she pointed her finger at Trish disapprovingly. Victoria walked up beside Amy and patted her on the back as Trish grimaced in pain. I helped her backstage where the cameras were shut off.
"Another storyline with Victoria. I'm telling you, they really need to get some new material," Trish complained as we all pulled some clothes on.
"I know how you feel. But at least this time it's the both of us against her and Amy. Instead of it just being a singles thing," I replied as I threw all my stuff in my bag. I pulled on Shane's green lantern t- shirt and threw the bag on my shoulder.
"What's up with Jeff?" she blurted out before I walked out.
"What?" I asked.
"I heard a rumor about him and I was wondering if you knew if it was true or not."
"I don't know anything about Jeff. And I haven't heard any rumors. So I would suggest you ask him yourself," I said with a shrug.
"I hear he's not going to sign the contract when it's up for review," she said quickly.
"What?" I asked as I slowly turned back to her.
"I heard that he's quitting. I heard that he's just going to do his music instead," she replied.
"I really haven't heard anything about that," I said as I walked out. "Jeff's quitting? Why would he do that? I hope it's not because of me." I ran down the hall and burst into Amy's locker room. She looked up at me and smiled.
"What's with the bursting through the door thing?" she asked.
"Is Jeff quitting?" I asked.
"Where'd you hear that?" she asked her smile fading completely.
"Amy, is he quitting?"
"Yeah, he's quitting."
"Because of me. He's quitting because of me!" I yelled.
"Casey, no, he's not quitting because of you. He's quitting because he doesn't love the business as much anymore and because his body can't handle it anymore. Not because of you."
"I don't want him to quit," I said sadly.
"None of us do, but we can't do any thing about it. He's made up his mind," Amy said with a sigh as she zipped up her bag. "It's just something we have to except."
***********
"Casey! We need you!" Shane-O yelled as he pounded on the Diva's locker room door.
"What?!" I exclaimed as I opened it.
"Lilian lost her voice. We need someone to sing the National Anthem. And you have a beautiful voice. We need you to sing," he said.
"Shane, I don't sing that well," I said nervously.
"Yes you do. You're on Jeff's entrance music for God sakes. Please. We need you," Shane pleaded.
"What's you're father say about this? He's never heard me sing," I said crossing my arms.
"He said that he thinks I have good judgment and to do what I think needs to be done. Casey, I choose you," Shane said.
"Fine," I said giving in. "How long do I have to get ready?"
"15 minutes?" he said.
"Jesus Shane! Could you have cut it a LITTLE closer?" I said sarcastically.
"Just hurry. Warm up your voice, change, do whatever you need to do," he said as he walked away. I shut the door and turned to face the Diva's in the room.
"I'm singing the National Anthem tonite," I said nervously.
"That's great Case!" Stacy said excitedly.
"My voice isn't warmed up," I said frantically.
"Just get dressed and we'll put some Christina on. That'll warm it right up," Trish smiled. I nodded at her as she put in the cd. I quickly changed into a pair of black baggy cargos and a cut up red muscle tee. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail as I sung along to the music.
"Casey," Shane called. I sighed deeply as I waved to the others and walked out the door. "Ya ready?"
"I hope so. Just promise me that you won't fire me if I suck," I said.
"Nah, maybe just cut back your pay check," Shane joked. I shot him a look as he laughed. "Calm down. I was just kidding. You'll do great." He wrapped his arm around my waist and gave me a quick squeeze.
"And to sing the National Anthem tonite, the WWE's very own, Mystic Angel!" I slowly walked out there, smiling and waving to the crowd as they cheered. I stood in the middle of the ring, holding the microphone tightly in my hands. I took a deep breath and began. It seemed to go by so quickly, because before I knew it, I was standing there with the crowd on their feet applauding. I smiled brightly as I handed off the mic and walked up the ramp.
"Oh baby!" Shane yelled as he ran up to me and scooped me into his arms.
"Was I okay?" I asked.
"You sounded so awesome!" he exclaimed as he kissed me softly.
"Really? You're not just saying that?" I asked nervously as he set me down on the floor.
"Come on. We're gonna have production rewind that for you," he said taking my hand, pulling me along behind him. I stood in the production trailer and watched the tape of me singing. I smiled as I saw the crowd hopped to their feet. "Do you see how good you are?"
"Thank you," I smiled as I reached up to kiss his cheek.
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A/N: Sorry ya'll for the short chapter. Massive writer's block. I'll try and get another chapter up tomorrow. Assuming that my writer's block has ended.
