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Fact:
Question: Which Smackdown diva do you get along with best backstage?
Mark Jindrak: Torrie. She has a good personality...
-- F.A.Q January 17th, 2005
Chapter Four
It was exactly 6 am, the usual time the wrestlers had to get up to pack and leave to the next event, but she hadn't slept at all.
Dawn Marie lay on her bed in the hotel room and as exhausted as she was, she remained wide-awake, her red eyes grew heavier and threatened to seal shut, but she held them open. Her mind was plagued with thoughts. She bit he tips of her fingernails nervously, her French manicure was a disaster, she had to get them done, but she had no time for anything anymore.
What if he rejects me and leaves me all alone to raise the baby? What will I do then? How will I afford all these expenses if I'm not working? What if Vince finds out that I'm pregnant and fires me? she asked herself anxiously.
Should I even have this baby? she questioned as she ran her hand over her lower abdomen.
"How can I even think that?" Dawn gasped. No way was she going to abandon her child… that would never be an option, not even as a last resort! Dawn was very independent and she would always find a way to pull through of any situation and she was definitely tougher than most people thought she was. She was just in a state of confusion at the moment, a good night's rest would be perfect for her right now, but she couldn't put herself to sleep.
She kept reminding herself that she'd need to take care of the body from now on, she had to start eating properly and rest well, although she hadn't really started to follow those instructions yet. It could be negative, she reminded herself, but she wanted the baby, everything just came at the wrong time. She was mentally prepared for morning sickness, stretch marks and all that jazz, she was just too frightened to tell the father of her baby…
"It'll be ok…" she whispered to herself. To help her sleep she though of him and how happy he had made her and how lucky she was to have him , that's why she was so worried to lose him. Changing topics, she thought of her friends Jackie and Torrie and how supportive they'd be. She was already thinking of a wedding and who to name the maid of honour although it would be a tough decision, Jackie probably, although Torrie would get to be the godmother of the child. Names were already flying around in her head, she cancelled them down to her three favourite boy and girl names. What is she had twins? Fraternal twins – a girl and a boy, but she had always wanted two boys and girl, although she didn't mind two girls and a boy, having two boys and two girls was fine by her too…
Dawn sighed with relief as only good thoughts occupied her shattered mind. Her eyelids had eventually sealed together plunging her into a deep, peaceful sleep…
Mark Jindrak waited patiently for his best friend Randy Orton to arrive. The cafeteria in the hotel was busy at this hour, that was because all the wrestlers were getting ready to leave and wanted a decent meal before hitting the road… otherwise it was McDonalds – again.
Randy stood by the entrance all dressed up, Randy scanned around the busy cafeteria in search for his old buddy Mark, who raised his hand, waving at Randy. Randy smirked. Wait a second… where was his girl? Trish?
Randy and Trish got along well, which Mark could not understand, seeing as Randy's 'relationships' were usually one night stands. Maybe this was the turning point for Randy, maybe he was finally going to grow up and be in an actual relationship.
"Well look at you…" Mark smirked eyeing Randy in his suit as per usual.
"Hey man," greeted Randy with a nod as he sat in the seat opposite Mark.
"Where's Trish? And why are you wearing a suit?" asked Mark curiously.
"Oh she's at the pool and this is just how I normally dress…" he answered with a chuckle.
"Not bad at all…"
"Why isn't she here?"
"We arrived just this morning, so she's kind of tired. I came down just to see you off buddy…"
"I feel so special now," Mark chuckled sarcastically.
"How about you? Interested in anyone?" Randy asked pryingly.
"Nah…" replied Mark shaking his head. "Not interested…"
"C'mon man... what happened to your little crush on Torrie Wilson?" teased Randy.
"Shut up man, that was nothing…"
"She's hot man…" nodded Randy approval.
"She's married… ok?" Mark said firmly.
"Doesn't stop her from being hot…" Randy shrugged. The waiter returned with Randy's tea. "Which reminds me… I saw Torrie yesterday…"
"…Where?" asked Mark curiously although he looked to his right and tried to put on a face to show that he wasn't interested.
"She was…" chuckled Randy.
"What? What's so funny?" asked Mark curiously, shifting in seat, slightly uncomfortable.
"She was with Cena…" he laughed again. Mark stared blankly at Randy.
"With Cena?" he said expressionlessly.
"Yes she was, in fact, he's meant to be here… Let me call him…" Randy said pulling his flashy cell phone out and punching at the numbers. Mark rolled his eyes. How come Randy got all the fancy accessories? Why was he so 'blinged up'? It was hardly fair. He wasn't champ any longer, but yet he lived the life the WWE champions did. Maybe this was the RAW way of living… John didn't flash half as much as the others did, nor did he have limos chauffeur him to and fro and it's not just John. Eddie was just as humble… JBL was an exception, but he was always an asshole anyway…"Ring!"
Her head was pounding as she ran a hand through her thick blonde hair and discovered a slight bump. That's new. The high-pitched ringing of the telephone, blaring into her ear was not helpful to say the least. She forced her tired eyelids open as she stuck her hand out to the receiver to answer the phone.
"Hello…" she said groggily, her voice croaky and low.
"Uh…" Randy was taken aback by the hideous sound that was on the other end of the phone. "John do you have a soar throat?"
"Wrong number…" she answered with a yawn, slamming the receiver down and burying her face in the pillow.
"That was weird…" Randy frowned with a baffled look on his face. "I'll try again…"
"Ring!"
"What?" Torrie moaned as she reached her hand out to grab the phone. "Hello…"
"John?"
"Wrong number…" she sighed before slamming it down again. She lay in her bed, now awake … well more awake than she was before.
Laying in bed and thinking about the call, the person's voice was strangely familiar and why was he looking for John? Did she even know a John? Oh yeah – John Cena. Why on earth would he be here? Why on earth wasn't Billy here? Oh yeah, he's injured…
Fully awake now and totally suspicious of her surroundings, Torrie sat up and examined the room closely. She didn't recognise the strange stripy khaki-green wallpaper and the odd furniture, there was a rosewood dressed by the balcony and an inbuilt wardrobe on the far left of the room.
"Where the heck am I?"
Charlie sloshed down his breakfast in no time, getting weird looks from Carlito and Heidenrich who were sitting in the table next to he and Jackie. She simply played with her food, prodding her eggs with her fork and then going on to add sugar in her coffee and stirring it continuously.
"Aren' you gon- eat tha-?" Charlie asked with food stuffed in his mouth, she could barely hear him. Why was she with him again?
"Can you believe Dawn is pregnant?" Jackie smiled. Charlie choked. "Oh my gosh! Are you ok!"
"Fine…" he lied as jumped out of his seat as he attempted to do the Heimlich manoeuvre on himself by forcing quick upwards thrusts to his upper abdomen. Why did she have to bring that up? Especially when he was eating…
"Charlie man… are you ok?" Carlito asked worriedly. Charlie coughed clearing his throat. He took a deep breath, allowing the air to pour into his lungs and gave Carlito a slight nod. Charlie calmed himself down, his face was beet red as he reached for a glass of water and sipped it slowly. What an experience.
"I'm fine…" he answered as he calmly sat down, still a little pink.
"Honey are you ok?" asked Jackie worriedly, placing her hands on his cheeks.
"Yes, don't worry…" he nodded. Jackie was always so caring and compassionate.
"As I was saying – Dawn Marie. I wonder whether I'd ever have a kid…" Jackie sighed. Charlie's face fell at the sound of the name 'Dawn'. Why couldn't he have just passed out from choking instead of having to go through this?
"Honey you will get that, trust me… and a whole lot more," he comforted her, putting his arm around her and drawing her closer.
"But when?"
"When the time is right…" he explained to her.
"With you?"
"Sure…" he said, slightly uneasily. "But I don't think now is the time… I mean, I have a lot going on for me…"
"Like what?"
"Stuff…"
"What stuff?"
"Stuff stuff!" he answered.
"Are you keeping secrets from me?"
"No! I wouldn't!" he assured her. "I'm busy with stuff like… wrestling and erm… yeah…"
"Dawn was busy with wrestling?"
"And busy with some guy obviously…" he smirked.
"You are so not funny…" she said shaking her head. His smile fell.
"You're right, it wasn't, I'm sorry. I'm sure she's having a tough time on her own…"
"On her own?" paused Jackie. "Why would she be on her own? She has the father of the baby…"
"Uh… yeah…"
"Do you no something I don't?" she asked sceptically.
Yes I do"No! I don't!" he lied to her, feeling tremendously guilty and disloyal. Jackie didn't buy it, she crossed her arms angrily as she turned away from him. "Don't look at me like that…"
"There's something you're not telling me," she spat. "I will find out,"
"There's nothing for you to find out Jackie… believe me won't you?"
"You're right," she apologised with a sigh. "I've taken it to far with accusing you and everything, I'm sorry Charlie…"
"Don't be," smiled Charlie with a comforting hand wrapped around her. "I love you, I wouldn't keep secrets from you…"
"I know that and I'm sorry, let's just drop the subject," Jackie suggested as Charlie nodded in agreement.