Chapter 5
Mandy's POV
Adam didn't call me that night, the next day, or anytime that week for that matter. Not that I was surprised. That next Monday, we were in San Diego for Raw. It was the night when Chris was supposed to win the World Championship from Randy Orton. I accompanied him to the ring and he gave me a very sensual hug before Randy's music hit and I took my place on the apron. Once the match started, I felt very distracted. I couldn't help but wonder why Adam kept avoiding me. It really hurt and I was very upset about how he just blew me off AGAIN on the phone. Chris could definitely tell that my mind wasn't on his match because when Randy threw him out of the ring and I rushed to his side he whispered a few obscene words into my ear and mumbled something about not missing my spot.
Despite having a very small part in Jericho's match, he is a perfectionist and wanted to make sure that I was fully concentrated on making him look good. I didn't pay much attention to what Chris and Randy were doing in the ring. I was simply waiting for my moment to intervene which wasn't until closer to the end. Finally it came time to act. Chris was down and Randy was on he top rope. I grabbed his leg causing him to fall. That was the cue for Paul or HHH who was waiting backstage for his chance to interfere. He ran down to the ring in Randy's defense. I jumped in front of him to distract him from Chris, but he grabbed me by my hair and threw me into the steal stairs. From there, I was done for the rest of the match. The only thing I had to do was lie quietly on the ground while Chris finished the match. It was a great ending. Paul ended up accidentally taking out Randy with a steal chair and Chris suplexed HHH taking him out long enough to get the three count on Randy. Like that, Chris was the new Heavyweight Champion. He climbed out of the ring with his belt and came to my side. He helped me up and I was selling my blow by holding my head and acting like I was having trouble walking. He hugged me and kissed me while crying, "We did it! We did it!" as we made our way up the ramp.
Backstage was a different story, "What was going on out there, Mandy? Huh? You could have cost me that match do you know that? You need to keep your head in the game here. This isn't Smackdown, you're playing with the big boys now!" Chris yelled in my direction. Paul walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder.
"Is there a problem here?" he asked staring down Chris who was on a rampage.
"Yeah there's a fucking problem. She's out there during MY match more worried about her pretty boy boyfriend than her job. It's not my fault if he hasn't called. She doesn't need to bring us all down! This isn't fucking high school," I was getting really pissed now, I had been insulted.
"Chris, are you insane? She did a fine job out there tonight. It's not like she was wrestling. All she had to do was stand in your corner and support your sorry ass and she did that so do us all a favor and fuck off!" it really surprised me that Paul was standing up for me the way he was. I didn't even know him very well and I knew that he was friends with Chris backstage. It didn't really make sense that he would defend me like that.
"Maybe if you would think with your brain and not with your dick you could see that she was only half ass tonight. Although, I guess you can say more about her ass than I can considering you stare at it enough," Jericho shot back. Paul just stood there, eyeing Chris as if he were a cat about to pounce. I couldn't stand it any longer. I didn't care about Chris and his fucking title and I didn't care if Paul had a crush on me. I just wanted to get away from both of them.
"Ya know what, fuck this, I'm leaving. I don't give two shits about you or your stupid match. If anyone ruined it, it was probably you and your weak moonsaults, not me and my support scheme. Since when do you think you are fucking Jeff Hardy anyway? Why don't you go suck a big one and leave me alone?" I screamed as I pushed Paul's arm off of me and stormed off in search of Trish or Jay.
Mandy's POV
Adam didn't call me that night, the next day, or anytime that week for that matter. Not that I was surprised. That next Monday, we were in San Diego for Raw. It was the night when Chris was supposed to win the World Championship from Randy Orton. I accompanied him to the ring and he gave me a very sensual hug before Randy's music hit and I took my place on the apron. Once the match started, I felt very distracted. I couldn't help but wonder why Adam kept avoiding me. It really hurt and I was very upset about how he just blew me off AGAIN on the phone. Chris could definitely tell that my mind wasn't on his match because when Randy threw him out of the ring and I rushed to his side he whispered a few obscene words into my ear and mumbled something about not missing my spot.
Despite having a very small part in Jericho's match, he is a perfectionist and wanted to make sure that I was fully concentrated on making him look good. I didn't pay much attention to what Chris and Randy were doing in the ring. I was simply waiting for my moment to intervene which wasn't until closer to the end. Finally it came time to act. Chris was down and Randy was on he top rope. I grabbed his leg causing him to fall. That was the cue for Paul or HHH who was waiting backstage for his chance to interfere. He ran down to the ring in Randy's defense. I jumped in front of him to distract him from Chris, but he grabbed me by my hair and threw me into the steal stairs. From there, I was done for the rest of the match. The only thing I had to do was lie quietly on the ground while Chris finished the match. It was a great ending. Paul ended up accidentally taking out Randy with a steal chair and Chris suplexed HHH taking him out long enough to get the three count on Randy. Like that, Chris was the new Heavyweight Champion. He climbed out of the ring with his belt and came to my side. He helped me up and I was selling my blow by holding my head and acting like I was having trouble walking. He hugged me and kissed me while crying, "We did it! We did it!" as we made our way up the ramp.
Backstage was a different story, "What was going on out there, Mandy? Huh? You could have cost me that match do you know that? You need to keep your head in the game here. This isn't Smackdown, you're playing with the big boys now!" Chris yelled in my direction. Paul walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder.
"Is there a problem here?" he asked staring down Chris who was on a rampage.
"Yeah there's a fucking problem. She's out there during MY match more worried about her pretty boy boyfriend than her job. It's not my fault if he hasn't called. She doesn't need to bring us all down! This isn't fucking high school," I was getting really pissed now, I had been insulted.
"Chris, are you insane? She did a fine job out there tonight. It's not like she was wrestling. All she had to do was stand in your corner and support your sorry ass and she did that so do us all a favor and fuck off!" it really surprised me that Paul was standing up for me the way he was. I didn't even know him very well and I knew that he was friends with Chris backstage. It didn't really make sense that he would defend me like that.
"Maybe if you would think with your brain and not with your dick you could see that she was only half ass tonight. Although, I guess you can say more about her ass than I can considering you stare at it enough," Jericho shot back. Paul just stood there, eyeing Chris as if he were a cat about to pounce. I couldn't stand it any longer. I didn't care about Chris and his fucking title and I didn't care if Paul had a crush on me. I just wanted to get away from both of them.
"Ya know what, fuck this, I'm leaving. I don't give two shits about you or your stupid match. If anyone ruined it, it was probably you and your weak moonsaults, not me and my support scheme. Since when do you think you are fucking Jeff Hardy anyway? Why don't you go suck a big one and leave me alone?" I screamed as I pushed Paul's arm off of me and stormed off in search of Trish or Jay.