Chapter 12 Totally Unforgiven
It was time, time for unforgiven. The night was young for many surprises to happened throughout the night. Monica was standing outside of John's locker room, she would be wishing him luck on his championship match with Kurt Angle.
"Finally". She said as she saw john walk out, he looked somewhat nervous. "What's wrong".
"Just feeling the nerves that's all". He said as they began to walk.
"About what...Kurt?". John nodded in response. "John there's no need to be nervous, you've battled Kurt before, remember No Way Out. What makes this match any different?".
"I don't know". He said as he stopped, he leaned against the wall that was nearby. Monica let out a sigh and walked up to him.
"John, I have faith in you and so do your fans. I know you can beat Angle, I know cause I saw you do it before, there's no reason that you can't kick his ass again, now stop moping around acting all defeated". She said slapping him in his arm, she saw him put on a smile. "Now that's what I wanna see". He stood up to monica and pulled her in for a hug.
"I'm so glad I have you with me".
"Same goes for me". She said as they kissed. "Now come on, your match is gonna start". She grabbed his hand as they continued their walk down to the gorilla. A few minutes later john was standing in front of the curtain awaiting for his cue.
"You ready john?". Monica asked, she was sitting on a nearby table.
"Yep, I'm ready to kick some ass". He said cracking his knuckles.
"That's what I like to hear". She said with a smile.
"Will you be hear when I get back?". He asked turning to her.
"Maybe. If Enrique doesn't show up". She said. Then the two heard his music began to play. "Your on". John smiled one last time at her before taking a breath and making his way out to the ring. Monica smiled at the t.v. as she saw john roll in the ring and hold up his WWE Championship.
25 minutes later
"Come on ref!". Monica shouted angrily at the t.v. as she saw Kurt kick out by barely a second. It had been around 20 minutes and john had the edge throughout the match, he rarely got any hits in, she knew it was just a matter of time before john would pick him up for the f-u, that is until all of the sudden the whole arena got dark, she couldn't even see what was happening in the ring. Seconds later the lights flickered back on to show cena laying in the middle of the ring with blood already starting to leak from his head and kurt was looking around wondering what had happened. Just at that second Monica's phone began to ring. She pulled it out of her pocket to answer it.
"Hello". She said frustrated at what just happened in the ring. It was Enrique.
"Hey baby". To monica enrique seemed somewhat outta breath, but she didn't pay that any mind. "I'm here meet me in the parking lot". She heard as he hung up, she looked at the screen where kurt was repeatedly punching cena, she let out an angry grunt as she left to the parking lot area.
"Enrique!". Monica screamed, her voice echoing through the lot. She had just walked inside and was really anxious to get back to john's match. "Enrique where are you?". suddenly she heard a noise, some kind of rustling, then she saw enrique run up to her, he seemed more out of breath then on the phone.
"Come on...let's go". He said, extending his hands out for her to take it. "Come on".
"What's that on your hands?". She asked nervously referring to the streaks of blood on his knuckles.
"Don't worry about that now let's go". He said grabbing her hands and dragging her away for the arena.
"But john's match".
"Fuck john, we have to go". He said. Monica wondered why he would be in a rush to leave, it's not like he had any plans. Then something hit her, why hadn't she figured it out before, the blood on his hands, the fact that he was outta breath and that john had gotten attacked.
"You attacked john?". She asked as they reached her car. She saw him put on a smirk. "Why!".
"I have every right to, he's been trying to get close to you every since I got here, I could only imagine what he'll do once I'm gone, I'm not gonna let that happen, he thought he could whoop my ass, I just sent that little son of a bitch a message, don't fuck with Enrique adeo- datus Galeno". He said furiously getting into the driver's seat.
"Enrique I-".
"Get in". He said. Monica looked back at the arena and then at her husband, she could see the anger in his eyes and it made her sick, she couldn't believe he would stoop that low. She lowered her head as she got into the car and he drove off.
Meanwhile back in the ring, john was doing terrible, he hadn't got a hit in yet and he was completely out of it because of his loss of blood. After kurt ducked from one of his clotheslines he felt himself being lifted up into the air and slammed down to the match, he had just gotten hit with an angle slam. He didn't have any strength left in him, it was like a part of him a instantly disappeared, he felt kurt lay on top of him, his vision went totally black, the last thing he heard was the bell sound ending the match.
The clock was just going into 12:00, Monica was laying wide awake next to enrique who was fast asleep. She turned over to make sure he was still sleep..he was. She moved he had away that had been rested on her ass, as slowly slid out of the bed. She walked over to the night stand and searched through the pile of things that had been laid on top of it, after a minute or two she finally found what she was looking for, john's room card that he had given her the night before enrique came. She turned to her husband in disgust and pulled off her ring and set it on the night stand, she looked at Enrique one last time before leaving and heading next door to john's room.
John was sitting on the couch staring at the t.v., he wasn't really interested in whatever was on. He held an ice pack on the back of his neck, he had been sitting there every since he got back from Unforgiven, all he could think about was the fact that Kurt Angle had beat him and taken away his WWE Championship, he knew if he hadn't gotten attacked during the match he probably would still have it around his waist. The worst part of it all was that Monica wasn't even there, he looked around everywhere for her before he found out that she had left during the match with Enrique. Suddenly he heard the door click behind him and open, he didn't bother to see who it was because he already knew, he hadn't given anybody else his room card but Monica. He heard the door close and footsteps began to walk towards him slowly.
"Hi john". She said. The sound of her soft voice was more than enough to calm him down. She sat on the couch next to him, he didn't bother to move.
"Hey". Was all he could say. Monica noticed when she came into the room that his championship was nowhere in sight, she knew why.
"John, I'm so sorry about your match and what happened to you".
"I know it was him". He said as he removed the ice pack from his neck.
"How did you know?".
"Even though it was dark I could still see the fucker's face". He said angrily as if the whole thing was her fault.
"Please don't be mad at me".
"How could you leave with him".
"What was I supposed to do, tell him I couldn't leave because my boyfriend is in trouble". He kept silent. "You don't know how much I just wanted to tell him no and run back to that arena".
"Why are you here?". He asked changing the subject as he turned off the t.v.
"To be with you, I knew you were upset and I wanted to keep you company, you know I hate it when your upset".
"I know". He said letting out a sigh. "I'm just so pissed at everything. First I get attacked, then I lose my belt, then afterwards I find out you left with him, it just made me feel, I don't know". Monica could see the tears beginning to roll from his eyes and it made her feel like shit that she would leave him like that.
"Oh please baby don't cry". She said sadly as she pulled him in for a hug, he held her tightly as he buried his face into her chest letting all his emotions come out. Monica rested her head on his and combed through his short brown hair, she caressed his cheek with her other hand feeling him start to clam down a little.
"I guess I just felt like you didn't love me anymore". He mumbled between his sobs. He pulled away and looked up at her, they leaned into each other for a passionate kiss. As they pulled away they cuddled up and laid on the couch together.
"Don't you ever say that John, I love you so much, noone can replace you, not even Enrique can". She said.
"I know, I love you Monica". He said as he began to cry again.
"I love you too John". She said as she held him tighter. After a few minutes the two fell asleep in each others arms.