About a week after talking to Jeff about going back to wrestling, I
talked to Vince. He signed me to a contract, but I was kind of on
probation. Meaning if I messed up once, I was out. Unfortunately I had to
go to OVW for a couple months before I could get on WWE tv. I had a new
outlook on life and my career. I was going back to being Mystic Angel,
which I was completely ecstatic about. I'd be a neutral character and
going back to my Team Extreme look. When I asked how it would be possible
to bring her back from the dead, they just explained that it was a
miraculous recovery. I just went with, not really wanting to go back to my
Bade character.
Finally it was November and I was returning to the WWE. It was the perfect return, Survivor Series. I was practically skipping down the halls of the arena when I got there that afternoon. I talked to Shannon and Shane in catering, Shannon showed off her engagement ring and I couldn't have been happier for the two of them. I met all the newbies and hung out with all my old friends. I was just excited about being there and I was loving the storyline I was being put into. No longer would I be put in any regular matches with the women. The only time I was to wrestle the other Divas would be in tag matches and stipulation matches. I think I was ready for the show hours before it was to go on. Dressed in my old black jeans with Mystic Angel written on them and a black ripped up wife-beater over a bright blue sports tank top, I was ready to go. My hair was streaked purple, blue, green, and black and left down. I wore the old armbands I had originally worn and of course my classic boots. Pulled over my top was a brand new t-shirt I helped design with 'Only Those Worthy Enough Are Resurrected' written on the front with 'So Worship Me' written on the back with Mystic Angel under it and a broken halo hanging off the 'A'. For Heat I had done a vignette to be shown during the show to hype up my return.
"Listen, you've been gone for a long time. Things have changed. If you want to get by in this business now, you have to be on my side. I hope I can count on you to bring light to all the unworthy assclowns, showing them who's right and who's wrong tonite," Chris spoke. I was hidden from the camera and stretched out my hand to shake his. I pulled my hand back and walked off. Chris stood there with a sinister grin on his face and stroked his newly grown back goatee. "Welcome back to hell." He laughed and shook his head as they shut the camera off.
I walked back to Chris and bounced up and down slightly. He put his hands on my shoulders and laughed at me. "Killer, got bugs in your underwear?"
"Dude, I'm so psyched to be back. You don't even understand!" I smiled.
"We can tell you're happy to be back. We're happy to have you back," he replied. "Just calm down. We don't want any fans realizing who's coming back."
"And how the hell are they goin to know that?"
"I wouldn't at all be surprised if they could hear you out there," he joked. I rolled my eyes and took off for catering. I grabbed a couple bottles of water and sat down next to Jay and Adam, watching them eat.
"I feel like a buzzard is going to swoop down on my chicken at any time now," Jay said hovering over his food.
"She doesn't want your damn germs," Trish laughed sitting down with us.
"How do you know? I happen to think I've got some totally awesome germs," he replied with a smug smile.
"You're the only one," Adam laughed.
"Aw, don't be so mean to Jay. He can't help it if he's a stupid blonde," I smiled shaking my head.
"At least I haven't dyed my hair so many times that it's seeped into my brain," he shot back.
"Well hey, if you all are gonna sit here and banter with each other instead of getting ready for the show, feel free to do so," Shane smiled leaning on the table.
"Dude, we have time to argue," Jay replied.
"You don't," Shane smiled pointing to the clock. "You have a match in 4 minutes."
"Oh shit!" Jay jumped up from his seat and ran out of catering. I glanced at my watch and started laughing.
"Shane, there's a half hour before his match," I said.
"Yeah, I know, I fixed the clock to be ahead," he laughed. "He should realize that I was lying in like 5 minutes when he sees that my Shannon and Amy are waiting for their title match."
"You're so bad," Trish snickered slapping Shane's arm playfully.
"Speaking of matches, I'm going to go through my routine. I'm kinda nervous," I said standing up.
"You'll be great, just like you never left," Adam smiled rubbing my arm.
"I hope so!" I said running out.
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I watched 4 way steel cage match for the WWE Undisputed Championship on the monitor in the gorilla position. Chris was getting beaten up royally by Randy while John took care of Brock. The only way to win was to climb out. No submissions, no pins, and no door escape. I was waiting for the time when I would come in. Somehow Chris had gotten himself alone and was going towards the side of the cage, getting ready to climb over. Randy saw Chris and quickly tried to pull him from the cage. I ran out there, making the audience think I was the mysterious person that was there to help Chris win. And that's exactly what they thought. They gave a massive pop when I ran down the ramp and started climbing the cage. I stood at the top just as Randy pulled Chris off with a German suplex. Randy rolled off to the side next to Chris and I positioned myself for a high flying move. I ripped my t-shirt off and threw it into the crowd. I looked to both sides and smiled as I nodded at them.
"Oh my God! It's Mystic Angel!! What the hell is going on here?! She can't be here! She had to retire due to injuries cause by Rhyno!" Tazz yelled.
"Is she who Chris Jericho was talking to earlier?! Is she going to help him win the belt tonite?!" King yelled as I leaped off the cage doing a Halo's Twist on........Chris! I stood up and smiled down at him, kicking him in the ribs. I walked over to Randy pulled him to his feet. He looked at me confused as both Brock and John ran for him. I pointed to the top of the cage and nodded before we both got knocked down by Brock and John. I shook it off and stood. I did a drop kick to John as Brock went for an F-5 on Randy. I quickly ran to Brock and did a low drop kick to his knees. Randy was dropped and he scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could. He tried to climb the cage while I tried to keep Brock and John busy. He dropped to the ground and his music was played through out the arena, much to the delight of the fans. Unfortunately for me, I was stuck inside the ring with all the guys, and they weren't too happy with what I had done, especially Chris. Randy gave the crowd a tired, but smug smile, as the ref handed him the belt. I was being backed into the corner of the ring as Randy was celebrating his win. He glanced around him, no doubt looking for me, and dropped the belt immediately to get back into the ring. He ripped the key away from the ref just Brock picked me up for an F-5. They gained up on me, kicking me, punching me, and everything else possible. Randy pushed them all off to the side and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me out and away from the danger. Setting me down, he took the key and quickly locked the others back in. He smiled and I raised his arm in the air, backing up the ramp, closing the show.
************
After the PPV, I got a ride to the next town for RAW with Shannon, Matt, and Amy. It was just like old times, only without Jeff, which upset me greatly, but I would certainly have to get over it. We were in Las Vegas, even though it seemed as if we were just there. I walked into my hotel with the others and was shocked to see Jeff standing by the elevators waiting for me. I ran into his arms happily, throwing my bags on the floor as I ran.
"What are you doing here?" I asked after sharing a passionate kiss.
"Thought I'd surprise you. I missed you," he smiled at me.
"I missed you too. I'm so glad you're here baby," I said as he walked with me to grab my bags and get my room key.
"Happy that tonite is your return to RAW?" he asked as we walked into the room together.
"Oh hell yeah. Did you see the pay per view last nite?"
"Yeah, you did great. And the crowd seemed really excited to have you back."
"I know, it felt great too."
"Casey, I came here for a real reason. I really think we need to talk." He pulled me to the bed with him and we sat down facing each other. My face had contoured into a worried look as he held my hands in his.
"Jeff, just come out with it. Are you breaking up with me?" I asked.
"Oh God no. Case, that's the furthest thing from what I want to talk to you about," he laughed.
"Then what is so important?"
"I've been thinking a lot about our relationship. And I think we're ready to take the next step."
"And that next step would be what?" I asked backing away slight from him.
"Marriage," he smiled.
"Marriage?!" I laughed. "Are you purposing to me?!"
"Kinda," he said softly.
"This is a joke right. We're like on America's Funniest Home Videos, right?" I said continuing to laugh.
"No, it's nothing like that."
"Oh man. Dude, are you seriously asking me to marry you?!"
"Like I said, kinda."
"How can you kinda be asking me to marry you?"
"I want to marry you. But I don't want to wait a year. I want to do it as soon as possible. As soon as right now!"
"Excuse me?" I asked in shock.
"Casey, we're in the city of 50 million different 24 hour wedding chapels. I want to get married tonite, right now, right here," he smiled.
"Jeff, I don't want to do that."
"What?! Why?! Don't you love me?!"
"This has nothing to do with loving you!"
"If you loved me, you'd marry me!"
"My ideal wedding does not take place in a crappy 20 dollar wedding chapel, Jeffrey!"
"But we went through all the stress and pain of a real one already! Why would we want to go through it again?!"
"Because I enjoyed every second I was planning the damn thing! That's why!"
"Do you NOT remember the outcome of the last time we went through all that shit?!"
"Of course I do, but it doesn't mean that we'd have to go through that again! Jeff, I refuse to marry you in a wedding chapel in Vegas. Case closed," I said sternly crossing my arms.
"But you did it in my dream!"
"Jeff, it was a dream. This is reality. I know you live in the ImagI-Nation, but sometimes you have to jump into reality with the rest of civilization."
"So you're rejecting me? You won't marry me?" he asked shaking his head.
"Baby, of course I want to marry you. And someday we can do that. But I just don't want to do it here. And I honestly don't think I'm ready to marry you yet. Maybe that was half the problem before. Maybe we were rushing into it. Maybe we needed to take a little more time before we got married."
"No, the problem was Shane. You were still too hooked on him and the alcohol you two filled yourselves on didn't help any."
"Please don't through that in my face. Just stop okay. We're over that, passed it!"
"Yeah, yeah, whateva."
"I have to get to the arena. We'll talk about this later," I growled as I grabbed my duffle bag and walked out the door.
***************
'Heaven sent, ya need more
Hell's sure, I'm yours
Everybody's gotta rock right outta here
See the old faith, Feel the new faith
Everybody's gotta rock right outta here
See the old face, Know the real face
Feel the real faith
Fly high, Cut a dove in your brain
Exhale with the taste of everyday'
Chris was standing in the ring complaining about how the Undisputed Championship was ripped from his hands by some girl who was supposedly put on retirement by the man beast. I walked down the ring with a smile on my face and a microphone in my hands. I entered the ring and stood in front of Chris.
"I'm sorry to come out here and interrupt your obviously important speech about crap. But I really need to get something through to you," I said.
"And what's that, little girl?" he smirked.
"Little girl am I?" I laughed. "Well, this little girl happened to kick your ass last nite and helped Randy Orton win the belt that was rightfully his. But not only did I kick your ass but I kicked Brock Lesners' and John Cena's. And all three of you out weigh me by at least 100 lbs, light weight."
"Light weight? Did you just call me a light weight?!" Chris exclaimed in raged. "Why you ungrateful little..........."
"Ah, Jericho, watch your language there ASSCLOWN!" I laughed.
"Do you know who you're talking to?! I'm the king of the world, king of bling bling. You do not talk to me that way!"
"I'll talk to you any way I please. Not only that, but I'm also demanding a match."
"You versus me?!" I nodded causing him to laugh.
"You won't be laughing when I jump off the turnbuckle doing a Halo's Twist on your chest and have you down for the 1, 2, 3," I said emphasizing the 1, 2, 3. We had a stare off before I dropped the mic and rolled out from under the ropes, walking back up the ramp.
'Heaven sent, ya need more
Hell's sure, I'm yours
Everybody's gotta rock right outta here
See the old faith, Feel the new faith'
"You haven't lost it at all," Shane smiled at me as I stood next to him in the line in catering. I smiled at him as I took a sip of water.
"Thanks," I replied. "I haven't seen Shannon tonite. Is she alright?"
"I don't know. We got into a big fight last nite. She got in a huff and left for the next town for Smackdown. She left saying she doesn't want to see me for the rest of the week," he sighed.
"Why? What happened?"
"You don't want to know. Trust me," he said as we sat at a table together.
"But you two are still getting married, right?"
"I hope so. But if we get into fights like this, who can we be married?"
"Just don't give up on your relationship. I have faith in you two."
"Thanks, it really helps to hear stuff like that. Especailly from your best friend."
***************
A/N: Alright, so I just realized that I was an idiot and said that Trish was marrying Tim and not Chad.......brain blockage, obviously. Lol And the song I used for the new entrance music is by Soil (of course it is lol) and called "New Faith". And is anyone else addicted to Fefe Dobson's "Take Me Away"? Oh, and did anyone else hear that they have now banned the Hurri-Ho (hehehe inside joke from Louisville) aka Shane from using the Hurri-chokeslam? Well, they have. I guess they say he's too small to be using it. Anyone else hating how the WWE is like banning all these moves? So that's two taken away from Shane. Grrrr.........
Finally it was November and I was returning to the WWE. It was the perfect return, Survivor Series. I was practically skipping down the halls of the arena when I got there that afternoon. I talked to Shannon and Shane in catering, Shannon showed off her engagement ring and I couldn't have been happier for the two of them. I met all the newbies and hung out with all my old friends. I was just excited about being there and I was loving the storyline I was being put into. No longer would I be put in any regular matches with the women. The only time I was to wrestle the other Divas would be in tag matches and stipulation matches. I think I was ready for the show hours before it was to go on. Dressed in my old black jeans with Mystic Angel written on them and a black ripped up wife-beater over a bright blue sports tank top, I was ready to go. My hair was streaked purple, blue, green, and black and left down. I wore the old armbands I had originally worn and of course my classic boots. Pulled over my top was a brand new t-shirt I helped design with 'Only Those Worthy Enough Are Resurrected' written on the front with 'So Worship Me' written on the back with Mystic Angel under it and a broken halo hanging off the 'A'. For Heat I had done a vignette to be shown during the show to hype up my return.
"Listen, you've been gone for a long time. Things have changed. If you want to get by in this business now, you have to be on my side. I hope I can count on you to bring light to all the unworthy assclowns, showing them who's right and who's wrong tonite," Chris spoke. I was hidden from the camera and stretched out my hand to shake his. I pulled my hand back and walked off. Chris stood there with a sinister grin on his face and stroked his newly grown back goatee. "Welcome back to hell." He laughed and shook his head as they shut the camera off.
I walked back to Chris and bounced up and down slightly. He put his hands on my shoulders and laughed at me. "Killer, got bugs in your underwear?"
"Dude, I'm so psyched to be back. You don't even understand!" I smiled.
"We can tell you're happy to be back. We're happy to have you back," he replied. "Just calm down. We don't want any fans realizing who's coming back."
"And how the hell are they goin to know that?"
"I wouldn't at all be surprised if they could hear you out there," he joked. I rolled my eyes and took off for catering. I grabbed a couple bottles of water and sat down next to Jay and Adam, watching them eat.
"I feel like a buzzard is going to swoop down on my chicken at any time now," Jay said hovering over his food.
"She doesn't want your damn germs," Trish laughed sitting down with us.
"How do you know? I happen to think I've got some totally awesome germs," he replied with a smug smile.
"You're the only one," Adam laughed.
"Aw, don't be so mean to Jay. He can't help it if he's a stupid blonde," I smiled shaking my head.
"At least I haven't dyed my hair so many times that it's seeped into my brain," he shot back.
"Well hey, if you all are gonna sit here and banter with each other instead of getting ready for the show, feel free to do so," Shane smiled leaning on the table.
"Dude, we have time to argue," Jay replied.
"You don't," Shane smiled pointing to the clock. "You have a match in 4 minutes."
"Oh shit!" Jay jumped up from his seat and ran out of catering. I glanced at my watch and started laughing.
"Shane, there's a half hour before his match," I said.
"Yeah, I know, I fixed the clock to be ahead," he laughed. "He should realize that I was lying in like 5 minutes when he sees that my Shannon and Amy are waiting for their title match."
"You're so bad," Trish snickered slapping Shane's arm playfully.
"Speaking of matches, I'm going to go through my routine. I'm kinda nervous," I said standing up.
"You'll be great, just like you never left," Adam smiled rubbing my arm.
"I hope so!" I said running out.
****************
I watched 4 way steel cage match for the WWE Undisputed Championship on the monitor in the gorilla position. Chris was getting beaten up royally by Randy while John took care of Brock. The only way to win was to climb out. No submissions, no pins, and no door escape. I was waiting for the time when I would come in. Somehow Chris had gotten himself alone and was going towards the side of the cage, getting ready to climb over. Randy saw Chris and quickly tried to pull him from the cage. I ran out there, making the audience think I was the mysterious person that was there to help Chris win. And that's exactly what they thought. They gave a massive pop when I ran down the ramp and started climbing the cage. I stood at the top just as Randy pulled Chris off with a German suplex. Randy rolled off to the side next to Chris and I positioned myself for a high flying move. I ripped my t-shirt off and threw it into the crowd. I looked to both sides and smiled as I nodded at them.
"Oh my God! It's Mystic Angel!! What the hell is going on here?! She can't be here! She had to retire due to injuries cause by Rhyno!" Tazz yelled.
"Is she who Chris Jericho was talking to earlier?! Is she going to help him win the belt tonite?!" King yelled as I leaped off the cage doing a Halo's Twist on........Chris! I stood up and smiled down at him, kicking him in the ribs. I walked over to Randy pulled him to his feet. He looked at me confused as both Brock and John ran for him. I pointed to the top of the cage and nodded before we both got knocked down by Brock and John. I shook it off and stood. I did a drop kick to John as Brock went for an F-5 on Randy. I quickly ran to Brock and did a low drop kick to his knees. Randy was dropped and he scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could. He tried to climb the cage while I tried to keep Brock and John busy. He dropped to the ground and his music was played through out the arena, much to the delight of the fans. Unfortunately for me, I was stuck inside the ring with all the guys, and they weren't too happy with what I had done, especially Chris. Randy gave the crowd a tired, but smug smile, as the ref handed him the belt. I was being backed into the corner of the ring as Randy was celebrating his win. He glanced around him, no doubt looking for me, and dropped the belt immediately to get back into the ring. He ripped the key away from the ref just Brock picked me up for an F-5. They gained up on me, kicking me, punching me, and everything else possible. Randy pushed them all off to the side and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me out and away from the danger. Setting me down, he took the key and quickly locked the others back in. He smiled and I raised his arm in the air, backing up the ramp, closing the show.
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After the PPV, I got a ride to the next town for RAW with Shannon, Matt, and Amy. It was just like old times, only without Jeff, which upset me greatly, but I would certainly have to get over it. We were in Las Vegas, even though it seemed as if we were just there. I walked into my hotel with the others and was shocked to see Jeff standing by the elevators waiting for me. I ran into his arms happily, throwing my bags on the floor as I ran.
"What are you doing here?" I asked after sharing a passionate kiss.
"Thought I'd surprise you. I missed you," he smiled at me.
"I missed you too. I'm so glad you're here baby," I said as he walked with me to grab my bags and get my room key.
"Happy that tonite is your return to RAW?" he asked as we walked into the room together.
"Oh hell yeah. Did you see the pay per view last nite?"
"Yeah, you did great. And the crowd seemed really excited to have you back."
"I know, it felt great too."
"Casey, I came here for a real reason. I really think we need to talk." He pulled me to the bed with him and we sat down facing each other. My face had contoured into a worried look as he held my hands in his.
"Jeff, just come out with it. Are you breaking up with me?" I asked.
"Oh God no. Case, that's the furthest thing from what I want to talk to you about," he laughed.
"Then what is so important?"
"I've been thinking a lot about our relationship. And I think we're ready to take the next step."
"And that next step would be what?" I asked backing away slight from him.
"Marriage," he smiled.
"Marriage?!" I laughed. "Are you purposing to me?!"
"Kinda," he said softly.
"This is a joke right. We're like on America's Funniest Home Videos, right?" I said continuing to laugh.
"No, it's nothing like that."
"Oh man. Dude, are you seriously asking me to marry you?!"
"Like I said, kinda."
"How can you kinda be asking me to marry you?"
"I want to marry you. But I don't want to wait a year. I want to do it as soon as possible. As soon as right now!"
"Excuse me?" I asked in shock.
"Casey, we're in the city of 50 million different 24 hour wedding chapels. I want to get married tonite, right now, right here," he smiled.
"Jeff, I don't want to do that."
"What?! Why?! Don't you love me?!"
"This has nothing to do with loving you!"
"If you loved me, you'd marry me!"
"My ideal wedding does not take place in a crappy 20 dollar wedding chapel, Jeffrey!"
"But we went through all the stress and pain of a real one already! Why would we want to go through it again?!"
"Because I enjoyed every second I was planning the damn thing! That's why!"
"Do you NOT remember the outcome of the last time we went through all that shit?!"
"Of course I do, but it doesn't mean that we'd have to go through that again! Jeff, I refuse to marry you in a wedding chapel in Vegas. Case closed," I said sternly crossing my arms.
"But you did it in my dream!"
"Jeff, it was a dream. This is reality. I know you live in the ImagI-Nation, but sometimes you have to jump into reality with the rest of civilization."
"So you're rejecting me? You won't marry me?" he asked shaking his head.
"Baby, of course I want to marry you. And someday we can do that. But I just don't want to do it here. And I honestly don't think I'm ready to marry you yet. Maybe that was half the problem before. Maybe we were rushing into it. Maybe we needed to take a little more time before we got married."
"No, the problem was Shane. You were still too hooked on him and the alcohol you two filled yourselves on didn't help any."
"Please don't through that in my face. Just stop okay. We're over that, passed it!"
"Yeah, yeah, whateva."
"I have to get to the arena. We'll talk about this later," I growled as I grabbed my duffle bag and walked out the door.
***************
'Heaven sent, ya need more
Hell's sure, I'm yours
Everybody's gotta rock right outta here
See the old faith, Feel the new faith
Everybody's gotta rock right outta here
See the old face, Know the real face
Feel the real faith
Fly high, Cut a dove in your brain
Exhale with the taste of everyday'
Chris was standing in the ring complaining about how the Undisputed Championship was ripped from his hands by some girl who was supposedly put on retirement by the man beast. I walked down the ring with a smile on my face and a microphone in my hands. I entered the ring and stood in front of Chris.
"I'm sorry to come out here and interrupt your obviously important speech about crap. But I really need to get something through to you," I said.
"And what's that, little girl?" he smirked.
"Little girl am I?" I laughed. "Well, this little girl happened to kick your ass last nite and helped Randy Orton win the belt that was rightfully his. But not only did I kick your ass but I kicked Brock Lesners' and John Cena's. And all three of you out weigh me by at least 100 lbs, light weight."
"Light weight? Did you just call me a light weight?!" Chris exclaimed in raged. "Why you ungrateful little..........."
"Ah, Jericho, watch your language there ASSCLOWN!" I laughed.
"Do you know who you're talking to?! I'm the king of the world, king of bling bling. You do not talk to me that way!"
"I'll talk to you any way I please. Not only that, but I'm also demanding a match."
"You versus me?!" I nodded causing him to laugh.
"You won't be laughing when I jump off the turnbuckle doing a Halo's Twist on your chest and have you down for the 1, 2, 3," I said emphasizing the 1, 2, 3. We had a stare off before I dropped the mic and rolled out from under the ropes, walking back up the ramp.
'Heaven sent, ya need more
Hell's sure, I'm yours
Everybody's gotta rock right outta here
See the old faith, Feel the new faith'
"You haven't lost it at all," Shane smiled at me as I stood next to him in the line in catering. I smiled at him as I took a sip of water.
"Thanks," I replied. "I haven't seen Shannon tonite. Is she alright?"
"I don't know. We got into a big fight last nite. She got in a huff and left for the next town for Smackdown. She left saying she doesn't want to see me for the rest of the week," he sighed.
"Why? What happened?"
"You don't want to know. Trust me," he said as we sat at a table together.
"But you two are still getting married, right?"
"I hope so. But if we get into fights like this, who can we be married?"
"Just don't give up on your relationship. I have faith in you two."
"Thanks, it really helps to hear stuff like that. Especailly from your best friend."
***************
A/N: Alright, so I just realized that I was an idiot and said that Trish was marrying Tim and not Chad.......brain blockage, obviously. Lol And the song I used for the new entrance music is by Soil (of course it is lol) and called "New Faith". And is anyone else addicted to Fefe Dobson's "Take Me Away"? Oh, and did anyone else hear that they have now banned the Hurri-Ho (hehehe inside joke from Louisville) aka Shane from using the Hurri-chokeslam? Well, they have. I guess they say he's too small to be using it. Anyone else hating how the WWE is like banning all these moves? So that's two taken away from Shane. Grrrr.........
