Chapter 13
A/N: Blah blah blah… You know what goes here! Thanks so much for reviewing; I really do love you guys. And I've got anonymous reviews activated now, so no excuses! Lol, lemme get started again.
Seany felt the same nervousness and excitement outside of SmackDown that she did outside of RAW. With an uneven intake of breath she opened the door, Chris by her side and John not too far behind her. The only difference- no cleaning smell. It was like heaven to Seany's newly sensitive nose. The halls were almost crowded with people; although some of the halls were almost empty. Racks of clothes and make-up artists were all over the place- making Seany feel a lot more comfortable, while reminding her of the other WWE show.
"Hello!" A voice spoke up as a blonde woman appeared- Demi. A smile spread across Seany's face.
"Hey Demi- how've you been?" Seany asked, as John made his way for the refreshment table. Chris lingered for a moment, before reluctantly leaving Seany be with her friend.
"Good, good- I see you guys have moved too, huh? I got promoted." Demi declared proudly, moving a pale blonde lock of hair out of her eyes. "It sure is a better place here," She commented, looking around. Seany noticed the clipboard in her hand; maybe she wouldn't have to deal with the other woman ever again.
"Alright; I've checked you off." Demi grinned, flipping over a page on her clipboard and making a checkmark on a white piece of paper.
"Demi!" A loud voice growled, and the two adverted their attention to the newly arrived woman. She had short, curly, blood-red hair; with a black headset on over her frizzled out pixie-like haircut. "What are you doing? We have a show in five minutes; go get Christy ready!" Amy snarled, as Demi nodded obediently and backed away carefully.
"Hey, Aunt Amy…" A lanky man walked up, hair dyed black with baggy clothes and a dark jacket. "Well, who do we have here?" He asked, gazing at Seany with a cold look in his eyes. "I guess it's just coincidence. What have I told you about talking to sluts; auntie dear?"
"Oh, I didn't notice she was here… I guess the janitor forgot to pick up the trash." The woman seemed to admit, an evil smirk on her face. "Jesse, I want you to meet Shawn Michaels's daughter; Seany Michaels."
"You'd think she could get her own name…" Jesse muttered, cackling along with his aunt while Seany looked for Chris or John. She could tell that things were getting pretty bad pretty quick; and it would help if she had some muscle on her side. "I do believe we've met." He said, reaching over to apparently shake hands. Instead he grabbed her wrist, disguising the abusive act as a greeting.
"I-can… Get my own name." Seany replied, femininely grunting while she tried to escape his grasp. It only turned out to tighten. "I do believe we've met to- I never forget an ass when I see one." She replied, only causing herself more pain while his grip on her hand became even tighter.
"Well, in that case, I guess we'll meet again. My aunt got promoted to SmackDown." Jesse threatened in a whisper; yanking her closer and then throwing her wrist to her side. He promptly turned on his heel, leading his aunt down the hall without a second glance backwards.
He probably didn't know about Chris. He probably didn't know about any of her connections for that matter. Any smart person wouldn't have done that if they would have known that the woman was engaged to a pro-wrestler. Seany looked down at her throbbing wrist, noticing the slight discoloration of bruises that had already started to form.
"Yo, Sean- wassup?" Being in a paranoid state, Seany jumped at the sound of John's voice behind her. Slowly she turned, hiding her injured wrist. The last thing she needed was someone to go around worrying about her problems; when John already had enough of his own.
"Nothin' much…" She lied, looking around John for her new fiancé. He was still poking around at the refreshment bar, boredly stirring some liquid in a Styrofoam cup. "Saw this ex-boyfriend guy of mine." She continued, striking conversation and trying to get onto the topic without addressing it directly.
"Ah, an ex? Don't cha hate 'em?" John asked, taking a sip of the water that he had poured into the cup. "Anything exciting happen?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as if begging for some action.
"Well, actually…" Seany took her wrist from behind her back, revealing the already darkly bruised forearm. She knew that she needed to tell someone, and as much as it didn't seem to make sense; John was someone that she would trust with anything. "There was a little incident."
"That little bastard… Did he do that to you!" John asked, pulling Seany's arm toward him gently so that he could get a closer look. "Damn, no wonder you left him."
"He left me." Seany corrected very softly, almost silently as John examined her arm. She felt so small admitting the fact, she couldn't actually believe that it had happened that way.Seany looked up at the feeling of her being watched.
"What happened?" Chris asked, not yet noticing her hurt arm. "You break her arm?"
"No, some punk-ass bitch did it." John answered somewhat calmly, turning to a different angle while trying to make sure that it wasn't extensively harmed. Which was when Chris first noticed the mixture of sickening colors on Seany's forearm.
"Who? Who hurt you?" Chris asked, dropping his cup and rushing over to Seany's other side. He took her arm away from John, anger filling him as he examined every detail of what someone had done to the woman he was engaged to. He had supposed to have been watching her- how did this happen?
"No one, it's nothing." Seany tried to convince them, pulling back without much success. "I'll really be okay- I've lived through worse."
"I have too babygirl; but for you this doesn't look too awful good." John added quietly, holding up her wrist in his palm. It really didn't look too bad- Seany just thought that the two were blowing it out of proportion.
"I'm fine! I swear, if you guys keep bringing this up…"
"I just wanna know who the hell it was." Chris muttered threateningly, Seany casting him a look to try and settle him down.
"Forget it; I promise I'm fine you guys." She commanded forcibly, and then smiled weakly. "Go do your thing."
"Fine; but just this once. If it ever happens again…" Chris sighed, deciding to let her imagination go to work. She and John tended to have active imaginations anyway. Avoiding her wrist, he wrapped his arm around her. "I'll take care of it."
"Shut up Chris… Just leave it alone." Seany somewhat begged in return; gently resting her head against his chest. "Calm down and forget about it."
"It looks like someone needs to get a room." The trio looked around to see a figure that Seany had been looking forward to seeing since the news of their show change. Dave Batista was behind them, a clever smile on his face.
"Dave! Hi!" Seany grinned excitedly, making her way around Chris to hug the large wrestler. "How have you been?" She asked, like the somewhat old friends that they were.
"Good… Good, how 'bout you guys?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He took her hand and raised it up, taking a closer look at her engagement ring. "What's this?"
The grin on Seany's face widened as one appeared on Chris's face. "I'm getting married." She explained, taking the time to admire it herself. "Isn't it pretty?"
"Yeah, sure it is…" Dave agreed, lowering her hand a few inches. "Who's the lucky guy?"
"You'll never guess," John beamed, resting an elbow on Seany's shoulder.
"Oh God… Seany, I'm so sorry." Dave joked, glancing at John. "How did you drug her into this?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I didn't- Chris did." John corrected matter-of-factly, causing Chris to nod silently. Maybe his first time at a loss of words in a long time.
"And it wasn't drugs; I held a gun to her head."
"Ah… Really lucky man." Dave winked, chuckling a little. "Congrats you guys, you make a cute couple."
"Aww, thanks," Seany replied, a widened grin still on her face. "You were my second pick."
"But I still beat you." John corrected, pulling Seany towards him. "'Finder's keepers' Dave. If that's the way the good food around here works, that's the way it works with Seany."
"You didn't beat him in anything! Besides, I'm not like good food or a possession."
"No, you're like great food and an obsession. Speaking of good food; we'd better go get ready before they start playing our music and it takes us the whole match to actually get to the ring." John informed them, looking at a clock on the wall. It was digital, with a navy blue background and white numbers. Seany almost sighed at the thought of them having to leave her to get ready, but she'd have rather prove John wrong; if possible.
"What does that have to do with great food?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
John blinked, trying not to skip a beat for a witty comeback. "Well, because by the time we get back, you and that baby would have eaten it all." He winked, not missing the beat that he had almost skipped; smirking teasingly to the woman. Seany rolled her eyes as she sat down at the bench beside her, looking up at them after a while.
"So?" She asked as they were still standing there and watching her.
"I dunno, I'm waiting for Chris. I'm scared to go in there alone with Eddie now. Plus, JBL just flat scares me- I think he's hiding his wife in all those rolls of fat. Maybe that's why we never see her…" John trailed off, looking at the ceiling. Seany couldn't suppress the giggle, a twinkle formed in her eyes while she looked to Chris for his reason.
"I'm waiting on Dave- I'm scared to go in there alone and find John and Bradshaw like I did last time." Chris shrugged, causing Seany to look over at Dave and not bust out laughing at the daggered glare that John threw at Chris.
"I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with you… There's just something different; and I know you're not telling me." Dave explained, staring at her calmly as if the answer would appear on her forehead. Seany knew though that it was her pregnancy that was giving him such a brain-block; but should she trust him?
Why the hell not?
"I'm pregnant, ok?" Seany confessed, standing up and pushing against his chest. "Go get ready you guys."
"I'm not going anywhere just yet… How the hell did that happen?" Dave asked, clearly his mind being blown from the last two sentences out of Seany's mouth.
John sighed, resting an elbow on Seany's shoulder again. "Well Dave, when a man and a woman love each other very much-"
"John, don't be stupid. I know what sex is." Dave muttered in John's direction, looking back to Seany. "Who?"
"Who do you think?" Seany asked, not exactly telling him the truth. Of course the logical answer was Chris- but if he ever found out, she didn't directly tell him it was her fiancé. He had answered it himself.
"Oh my god, Chris is gonna be a dad." Dave's eyes were slightly wider, still in shock form the news. "Well, this is a great reuniting present."
"Oh yeah Dave; well you'd better get in line buddy- 'cause I already called dibs on the kid about a we-"
"Dammit John! What did I tell you guys to do!" Seany interrupted in almost a yell, not exactly caring about the few glances casted their way.
"Woah, mood swing!" John yelled back, laughing as he began to walk away. Dave just chuckled and shook his head, following him towards the locker room. Seany looked over at Chris in a mix of a quizzical and angry expression.
"What are you doing?" She asked, trying to make sure that they kept up their job. She didn't want them to get in any trouble because of her- even if it was looking like she was being a hateful woman.
"I'm not leaving you alone again." Chris explained calmly, already used to the few random swings that she had been given around him before. He put his arms around her, resting his head against hers. "I love you."
"I love you too." Seany replied with a sigh, finally her emotions matching his. She was so stressed out over everything… Her dad and Chris, her pregnant Step-mom, her engagement… Atop of everything, her pregnancy was practically making her pull her hair out. But she still loved it; every single one of life's new little pleasures. "Please don't get in trouble." She added in a more pleading tone instead of a nagging one.
"I won't, I promise." He whispered in return, kissing her ear gently. Seany couldn't help but smile; just out of how happy and special it made her feel. She never thought that anyone would love her, be able to take care of her, or anything else of that matter. Yet here she was engaged to a man who was willing to risk his celebrity career for her. God it felt weird; but it felt right at the same time.
"Hey, can you say that part again? I didn't get it clear enough on the tape."
Chris jerked back, throwing his attention in the direction of the voice. It was a tanned (who wasn't) man with dark hair and a camcorder seemingly glued to his face. Seany instantly recognized him- he was the one that she used to dream about when she would watch her dad on the road. Randy Orton. And to think he was actually close to her age…
"Dammit, what have you done now?" Chris asked the younger man angrily, yanking the recording device out of his hands. "What's this?" He asked again, glaring at Randy out of the corner of his eye before he began to rewind the footage that Randy had already recorded.
"Well good God Chris; I'm not the one who had a girlfriend for a week and got her pregnant."
Chris instantly looked up from the device, the 'look' still on his face. Seany was too confused as to what was going on to speak- that and the fact that for the fourth time that day someone had snuck up and just began talking. "How did you know that?"
"I've been recording you guys for…" Randy looked down at his watch. "6 minutes and counting." He looked up, the same 8-year-old grin on his face that John possessed. "Got knocked up, huh?"
"Shut up!" Chris growled, hitting the play button. Sure enough, there was footage of Seany confessing the baby to Dave. Seany blinked, finally putting the last piece onto the puzzle.
"I don't even know you, Randy."
"You just said my name. Randy Orton," Randy outstretched his hand, a witty dance in his eyes. "Seany Michaels?"
Seany shook his hand, now confused once more. "How did you know that?"
"Well, rumor has it that you screwed the gothic Jesse kid." Randy shrugged, analyzing her figure before he continued. "I don't really blame him; probably the best he could get. Not that that's bad; probably the best Chris could get too." Randy assured her innocently. "You going anywhere tonight?"
"She's taken, back off." Chris spoke in the same irritated tone. "What have you gotten yourself into this time Randy…"
Randy blinked innocently. "Nothing… I just made a great documentary." He winked.
Chris raised his head from the video to shoot an evil look directly towards him. "Like fu-"
"Chris- Jericho-o!"
There wasn't a break before Chris realized his mistake. "Shit," He exclaimed, uncaringly dropping the camcorder on the table beside him. With a rushed 'bye' in Seany's direction, he sprinted down the hall while his music began to prematurely play.
"Well, looks like someone left his script at home." Randy muttered, trying to recover the miraculously unbroken machine. "So, you two getting married, huh?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he asked her the question.
"Yeah." Seany replied, watching after the running Chris for as long as she could until he reached the curtain, going out onto the camera only a mere few seconds late. She let out a breath of relief, glad that he hadn't gotten himself into anything more serious. "What about you?"
"Psh, no. Although I do have my eyes on that little blonde make-up girl."
"Demi?"
"Yeah, that's the name… She's a real hottie; in an innocent virgin kinda way." Randy replied, shutting the fold-out screen on the camera. "I guess so, I don't know." He confessed, sitting down and reclining the chair onto the back two legs.
Seany nodded happily in response. It had been a while since she had gotten caught up in the high school like dramatic gossip; and she was sure that Demi would be ecstatic to find out that she was on the wrestler's mind. Yet he didn't say if he was sure or not… What would it hurt?
So maybe things were looking up. The poor girl had worked hard from what Seany could tell; and she deserved something like this- but by the looks of Randy, he didn't seem like one who would date someone for a very long time. Maybe she should hold it to herself… Because Seany knew what heartbreak was like, and she diffidently didn't want to get the other woman's hopes up.
A/N: Sorry once again for teh lateness. I know, it sucks that it was so late and stuff. I'll do better- promise! Ch 14 coming VERY soon!