A/N: Own Sydney & Ashley, that's it. Enjoy folks
The Match:
The Evolution music cut John off in mid sentence and in we walked. It was a pretty cool feeling. I heard our names announced, "Now entering the ring, the Intercontinental Champion, weighing in at 245 pounds, Randy Orton accompanied by Batista and Sugar."
Sugar? What the hell kind of name is Sugar? Well, they tried to come up with something. It's better than Ashley, John would've been able to put two and two together. Whatever, I'm just here to look pretty!
I watched as Randy entered the ring and handed his title to the ref. This was going to be interesting! The bell sounded and both men flew at each other. Now I know that this is all scripted, but I still jumped every time Randy got hit. It just looks rough and painful. I tried not to react when John got hit, but it wasn't working well.
I didn't know what to do, so basically I just cheered for Randy. Gosh, John was really looking good. Much better in person than on TV. I wonder who he is dating now? I wish it was me.
I got jerked out of my thoughts when Dave suddenly jumped in the ring to join in on the beating. When they were finished, John had a bloody lip and a cut under his eye. The blood was definitely unscripted and I felt bad for him. The ref regained control of the match, and threw Dave out. I watched as he walked out of the ring, turning around and winking at me.
I suddenly felt very alone, and kind of intimidated. I watched as the match turned in John's favor, which was in the script. I already knew Randy was losing, but I had a feeling that John was going to improvise a little bit. I felt my heart skip a beat when john pulled out his knucks. I gave him those a while back! John repeatedly punched Randy in the face, until his nose was covered in blood. This wasn't good.
John suddenly turned so that he was facing me. I felt my heart jump into my throat. Oh crap! I think I'm gonna get hurt. He started walking towards me, and then pulled me into the ring.
"Hey, Sugar, or whatever those goons are calling you, look at your buddy Randy. He can't even get up! What ya think of that you little Evolution slut!?"
I felt my blood boil. I would not be called a slut. I balled up my fist, and slugged John as hard as I could. "You Bastard!" I screamed.
I got down and checked on Randy. He was fine. I felt John pick me up and I prepared myself for the impact. To my surprise, it was him who got hit. Randy had gotten up, and was able to get to John before he got to me. I quickly moved over by the turnbuckle. That was a stupid choice on my part. The last thing that I remembered was John going after Randy, but Randy countering, and John ended up hitting me, knocking me out. I was out for the rest of the match.
Randy's POV:
I was going to kill him. I let Cena pin me, like scripted, and ran over to Ashley and checked on her. She was out cold. That whack job was gonna pay. I got out of the ring, and carried Ashley with me, hoping that Sydney wasn't watching this.
John's POV:
Oh my God, I screwed up big time. I just hit a girl, a pretty one at that. That hit was meant for Orton. I hope that she is alright. I quickly did my last closing Evolution diss and ran out of the ring. I had to see if she was alright.
I paused when I thought back to Orton's reaction. Had he called her Ashley? Could it have been The Ashley, my Ashley? No, didn't even look like her. Well, maybe it did. Man, maybe I just was hoping that it was her. I turned the corner and ran smack dab into little Sydney.
"You hurt my mommy, you aren't cool Mr. Cena, and I don't like you any more." She gave me a swift kick in the shin and ran off towards Evolution's dressing room. I followed her, and gulped as I knocked on the door. None other than Dave Batista answered it. Man, this was going to hurt.
"Is she ok? I didn't mean it, Randy was supposed to get hit, not the girl…"
I got cut off in mid sentence, (which was happening a lot today), by Dave's huge fist. Next thing I knew, I was lying in the middle of hallway with Batista beating the snot out of me. Orton joined in with a few kicks. Luckily for me, Ric Flair stopped both of them, but he then gave me a kick to the gut, which I think broke a few ribs. They left me lying there, on the cold floor and slammed the door on my foot. OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I woke up in the dressing room with a pack of ice on my head. Dave was sitting next to me and Randy and Flair were both looking at me with worry in their eyes. Sydney was in between them, crying.
"You all look like you're ready for a funeral. I'm fine, just a little bump. Syd, come here, gimme a hug."
She sniffled and jumped into my lap. "Mommy, I saw HIM in the hall. I kicked him good!" When she said that, we all burst out laughing. It put a funny end to a bad day.
Next Day
John's POV:
I woke up in my bed, bruised and battered. Man, I got the beat down. I tried to get up but my sore ribs prevented any movement. The trainer said that the were just severely bruised, just enough to make them fell broken, without them actually being broke. My foot was sprained, and my shin had a bruise from where Sydney had kicked me.
So "Sugar" is her mom. They do look a little alike. I had to struggle out of bed when I heard a knock on the door. Oh God, please don't let it be Batista or Orton. I gulped as I opened to the door, only to find Sydney standing there.
"Hey there Kid! What brings you here? Going to kick me again?" I braced myself, cause for a little girl, she kicked hard!
"Nope, mommy says that I have to poligize, so I'm sorry that I kicked you Mr. Cena. Gee, what happened to your tummy? It's all bandaged up!"
"Well, I got hurt during my match. Nothing major. Thanks for the apology."
"Ok, bye!" and I watched as Sydney scrambled down the hall. Hehe, kids are so cute. Kind of wish that I had one myself.
"Whoa dude, you're up." Said my roommate Rob Van Dam, "You sure got the beat down. I could've done worse." Rob didn't like me much, and unfortunately we were roomies for this stop. "So was that your daughter. She looks a lot like you. Brown hair and has the same eyes and mouth as you."
"My daughter? Whoa, what ya been smoking dawg? I broke up with my girlfriend five years ago. Remember?"
"Actually, I remember that you were dumped by her. And yea, that little girl looks just like you. Ya might want to call up one of your frequent hoochies and see if any of them have kids. You should find out how old she is, so you know which one to call. Hahaha" Rob walked in the room laughing, and shut the door on me. I did not like rooming with him. I walked down the hall, looking for Sydney. My whole body was killing me.
I found her in the hall playing with a puppy.
"Hey, Sydney! What's up? Is that your puppy?"
"Yea, her name is Pinky. What do you want?" she stared at me coldly. She certainly did have Orton's stare down pat.
"Well, I wanted to ask you some questions. How old are you?"
"I'm five years old, my birthday is (A/N: sorry if I'm wrong on the nine month thing, I tried!) December 23rd."
"Sydney, do you know your mom's birthday?"
"Um, it's…March 22nd."
"Sydney, do you know your dad's name?"
"I think that mommy said it was John. Why you ask?"
"No reason. I was just wondering. Nice talking to you."
All of a sudden, I got this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Ashley's birthday was March 22nd, we slept together, and three weeks later, she dumped me. She broke it off with me because she was pregnant! Ashley had said that she had to tell me something, but I never found out what. Rob was right, Sydney was my daughter! Oh God, that means that who I hit in the ring wasn't "Sugar," it was Ashley! Man, I can't believe it. After all these years, and I couldn't figure out who she was!
I quickly turned away when I saw Ashley walk out of her room, and grab Sydney by the hand and Pinky by the leash, and walk down the hall, towards the elevator. Why didn't she tell me? I buried my face in my hands and sank to the floor. What am I going to do now?
A/N: Wheew, finally got that off my chest! John knows about Sydney, whats gonna happen next? Ideas welcomed! Peace!