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A/N: It may be next week sometime before I'm able to get another chapter up. Just depends on how my work schedule goes starting Monday. Huge thanks to Aaron for his help on parts of this chapter
Chapter 22
Paul, Steph, and Ric
"Hey Trips, isn't that your phone ringing?" Ric asked, sitting across from Paul and Stephanie, in the limo taking them to Madison Square Garden, for that nights Raw and Smackdown SuperShow.
"Yeah, it is." Paul replied, before answering his phone. "Yeah." He greeted the person on the other end.
"I just thought you'd like to know this bit of information. I heard last night that the Women's Champ, Heather has your son. She has no intention of ever telling you. In fact, she lets him call her new boy toy Cena, 'Daddy.'" The mystery voice said, while Paul sat in an almost surreal state, before responding.
"How do I know you're telling me the truth? What could you possibly gain from telling me this?" Paul asked, ignoring the questioning looks he was getting from Steph and Ric.
"Look, I just figured you would want to know that you have a son out there, and the bitch is letting the boy believe that John is his daddy. Do with this information whatever you want, but there is a little mini Game running around, and he could be trained and called a "Second Generation" wrestler as someone else's son." The voice said, before hanging up. Removing the voice alternator, Stacy Keibler laughed, before saying, "He will be mine soon Heather, and your perfect little world, will come crashing down." Stacy said, walking away from the pay phone.
"Honey. Who was that on the phone?" Stephanie asked, looking over at her husband.
"It was someone claiming to have over heard a conversation about me having a son with some girl." Paul answered, still confused as to why someone would call him with that information.
"Why would someone call and say that? I mean, how old is this kid, 5 or 6?" Stephanie asked, only getting a mumbled, 'I don't know' from Paul. "Oh well hon, I wouldn't worry too much about it, I mean, it's probably just some crazed fan, wanting to get her 15 minutes of fame, by saying that she has HHH's son." Steph finished, laughing slightly before getting out of the limo outside the Garden.
"Yeah Champ, probably just some floozy that is still bitter cause you turned her down or something. Don't let it get to you." Ric said, following Stephanie out of the limo.
"Listen baby, I need to get to a meeting right now. Like Ric said, don't let it get to you. I mean, you deal with this all the time, just ignore it and let it go. I'll see you before the show starts." Stephanie said, leaning up to give Paul a quick kiss, before heading inside for her meeting.
"Naitch, there's more to this story, than what I told Steph. This person said that the girl that said this, is the Women's champion. She also said, that the boy is calling Cena, 'daddy.' Thing is, I remember back about 5 years ago, meeting this girl that looked like Heather at some club down in San Antonio. I was down there visiting Shawn, and my flight ended up being delayed overnight. I went to this club, and saw this girl there, and we had a few drinks, and I talked her into coming back up to the room with me. Steph and I had gotten into a huge argument earlier, and I was frustrated. Naitch I fucked her that night. It was nothing but a one night stand to me. I don't care about her. But if that kid is mine I want him. I can't have her think that she can keep what's mine from me. Hell I don't want the kid but it's the principle of the thing, ya know? Plus hey who knows maybe I can mold him into a mini HHH. I'm sure with a little positive reinforcement in the form of a few good smacks, that he'll be the model kid in no time." Paul said, as he and Ric headed inside, and spotted Heather and John walking with a little blonde haired boy beside them.
"You do know that Steph isn't going to take this news well, right?" Ric asked, as they watched them head into John's locker room.
"Well that is just something we'll have to deal with, when the time comes, now isn't it?" Paul snapped at Ric, mentally vowing to get that child away from Heather and John.
Amanda and Randy
"I wish I didn't have to go back to work now." Amanda whined placing her laptop in its carrying case, and sitting next to Randy on the couch.
"It's only for a few hours. You'll be back here before you know it, and wishing you were back out on the road, cause I'll be a horrible patient." Randy joked, wrapping his good arm around her shoulders.
"I would never wish that. Besides, I have a feeling things are about to take a dramatic turn for the worse." Amanda said, fighting back a yawn that was wanting to escape. Noticing the worried look crossing Randy's features, Amanda was quick to talk. "I'm fine, I just don't like mornings all that well, and it just takes me awhile to wake up. I'll be fine once I have a few Mt. Dews in me." She finished putting her bags by the door.
"Okay, well just call me when you land, and don't worry yourself sick about me. I'll be fine, I'm sure I'll have plenty of people here to fuss over me soon." Randy reassured his girlfriend, before giving her a kiss.
"You see, it's things like this that make me not want to leave." Amanda joked, backing out of their embrace.
"Sweetie you need to go. You're going to miss your flight, and Vince doesn't like tardiness, unless it's a damn good reason." Randy mock scolded kissing Amanda one last time, before opening the door for her to leave.
"Alright, I'll be on the first flight out after Raw is over with tonight. Steph said I didn't have to go on the overseas tour with them, since I was needed here, which by the way, if she asks, you needed me to be here with you." Amanda said, walking over to the door, and grabbing her things, before she left.
Tyson and Jamie
"Hey Princess, why don't you go ahead down to the Diva locker room, I want to see if I can find Jay before the meetings start." Tyson said, as they came up to the locker rooms. Tyson had been released to travel the day before, so catching the first flight out they could, they just arrived in NYC about 30 minutes ago.
"Okay, just remember what the doctor told you. Don't over exert yourself, and make yourself worse." Jamie said, worrying that Tyson was going to do something completely crazy.
"Don't worry, I just want to find out what all will be going on next, as far as storylines are concerned. I promise, I'll tell Jay that if I start to feel like I'm exerting myself past certain limits, to come and get you." Tyson said, looking Jamie in the eye.
"Alright, well I guess we'll just meet up at the meeting then?" She asked, still a bit uneasy with the thought of him being able to run into Adam anywhere.
"Yeah, I'll see you there Princess." Tyson said, leaning down to kiss Jamie, before hobbling towards Jay's locker room. Once he saw that Jamie had turned the other way and headed back to the Diva's room, he went back toward the locker room that had 'EDGE' written across it. "Of course, Jay can't go tell her, if I haven't seen him yet." Tyson said, knocking on Edge's door.
Rae and Dave
"I can't believe you're still pissed off about what happened last week." Rae said looking over at Dave, who had a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel. It had been up and down, ever since Rae had mentioned that Dave sheltered his daughters too much from what he did in the ring.
"Well I'm sorry if I don't like it when someone basically says that I'm an overprotective jackass of a parent" Dave said in a low voice, he was trying very hard not to blow up yet again.
"I didn't say that" Rae yelled out, exasperated. "All I suggested was, that if you had them watch more of the show, then eventually they'd get used to seeing you and others in those kinds of situations, then they wouldn't freak so much if they saw you with bandages and shit on." Rae said, throwing her hands in the air.
"Hun" Dave said in a calm reasonable voice. "I don't want to sound like a jackass, but I have known those little girls all their lives, and I know if they see blood or alot of violence on anything then they freak out, they always have."
"Well maybe if..." Rae started to say before Dave cut her off.
"Maybe if nothing Rae, they've tried to watch plenty of movies and shows with blood and violence and they just can't do it. It's not that I'm sheltering them, it's just that I know that they can't handle it. Which is why I don't want them watching."
"Alright" Rae conceded. "I'll stop harping about it, I don't want it to come between us because it's not that big of a deal anyways." Dave stopped the car as he pulled up to the arena and cut it off before leaning over to give Rae a kiss on the lips.
"Thank you." He said simply, as they got out, and went around to the trunk to grab their things.
Heather John and Gavin
"Daddy, you so pwettyful." Gavin said, looking up at John as he was getting ready for his interview on RAW. John laughed and bent down to the little boys' level, ruffling his hair.
"Lil man boys' ain't pwettyful only girls." He told the little boy he thought of as a son.
"That's right they're handsome." Heather called from the doorway, she came into the room and gave John a kiss before bending down to her son "And your daddy is definitely handsome."
"Daddy you hansin." Gavin said, struggling over the last word. John laughed and bent down, scooping up the little boy in his arms.
"Thank you." He told Gavin "So are you." He said, before putting Gavin back down to play with his toys. Walking over behind Heather, John wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed the side of her neck, emitting a small giggle from her.
"You ready for tonight babe? Your first title defense since Mania, and they stick you against good ol' HBK. You feeling the pressure now?" Heather asked, laughing slightly at John through the mirror. Before he could answer however, someone knocked on the door.
"I'll get that." John said, thinking it was probably Shawn Michaels wanting to go over their match for that night. When he saw who it was, he wished he hadn't even answered the door. "What do you want Levesque?" John asked, knowing that this wasn't going to be a congratulatory visit.
"I'm just here to talk to the Women's Champion. She is your girlfriend right? I just figured she'd be in here with you, probably shacking up or whatever." Paul sneered, shoving past John and into the locker room. "Oh look what we have here. I didn't know you had a kid Cena. Such an adorable little guy, blonde hair and brown eyes. Funny, he looks nothing like you. Anyways, Heather, the reason I came to see you is, I had an interesting phone call on my way here today. Is there anything you would like to tell me? Anything I should have every single right to know about?" Paul asked, glaring at Heathers face.
"Levesque, I'm telling you one time. Get the fuck out of my locker room. You have no reason to be coming in here and starting shit with her, now leave." John said, in a calm, even, tone. Heather stood shocked in her place at how calm John was being.
"Oh but that is where you are wrong Cena. I have a very big reason to be coming down here and talking to her. She has something I want. Something I am very much entitled to have." Paul stated, keeping his gaze fixed on Heather, he continued. "You kept my son from me far too long, it's time I get to know him, and let him know that he is not going to be calling some other man Daddy. After I'm through with you, you'll be lucky if you even get visitation rights to him." He spat, before turning to leave the locker room. "Oh yeah, one more thing, have a nice day." He finished with a maniacle laugh, slamming the door shut behind him.
"John, he can't take Gavin away from me. Promise me you won't let him take my son away." Heather cried, scared to death of losing her son, and this family that she now has.
"Sweetie I promise, I won't let that bastard take our son." John vowed, hugging Heather to him.
"Mommy, why you cry?" Gavin asked, confused by all the activity the last few minutes had provided.
"Don't worry about it baby. Want to go see Aunt Manda and Aunt Rae with me?" Heather asked, holding out her hand.
"Yea." Gavin replied, jumping up and down.
"Well then let's go." Heather said, taking her sons hand, before turning to look up at John. "I need to let them know what is going on. Although I'm pretty sure Rae will storm off and kick his ass. How the hell did he even find out?" Heather asked, not really expecting an answer, since she pretty much knew as much as John did.
"I don't know baby. Promise you'll be careful going down there. I don't trust Levesque as far as I could throw him. He may be waiting to try something, if he doesn't see me with you. I need to find Michaels and go over our match." John said, concerned with the thought of Heather and Gavin walking around here alone.
"We'll be fine. They're just right down the hall from here. I'll have Rae walk with me and Gav to find you and Shawn." Heather said, standing on her tip toes to give John a kiss.
"Alright, well I'll see you later then. Be good for Mommy, okay Gavin?" John said, as the trio made their way out of the locker room.
"Otay Daddy." Gavin answered quietly, looking around at all the huge Superstars and Divas that had already arrived.
Tyson and Adam
"You really must think I'm stupid, don't you Copeland? I mean, I saw you behind the wheel of the car that hit me. You think I won't say anything to anyone? Let's just say you have an awful lot of nerve to even show your slimy face in this building. It won't be long before everyone here knows what you and Amy have done, and I'm not talking about the affair either. I promised Jamie I wouldn't do anything to you, and I have to admit that is going to be one promise that will be hard to keep. You so much as even think about coming near her ever again, and promise or not, I won't hesitate to kick your ass." Tyson vowed, letting go of the vice like grip he had around Adam's throat. Finishing what he wanted, Tyson turned around and left the locker room, going to meet with Jay just like he told Jamie he was.
Amanda, Rae, and Heather
"Girl, if you keep calling Randy like this, he's liable to just turn the damn phone off so he can get some sleep." Rae joked, noticing Amanda getting frustrated that Randy wasn't answering his phone.
"Yeah, well I'm just worried about him damn it. His surgery was just 4 days ago, and I know how he is. I don't want him to try and do too much too soon. Why the fuck do I have Smackdown's story scripts for? Is it too much to ask that people deliver the right fuckin shit to us?" Amanda yelled, completely irritated at what Rae considered to be a simple mistake.
"Manda, calm down, it's not that big of a deal. You just take that to Stephanie, and tell her that you got Smackdown's stuff by mistake." Rae said, trying to calm one of her best friends down, when Heather came rushing into the room, with Gavin behind her. Noticing the distraught look on her face, Rae was quick to comment. "Chica, what's wrong?" She asked, before taking Gavin and giving him a pen and some paper, and told him to draw her a picture.
"He's going to take Gavin away from me. He knows that he's his son, and now he wants him." Heather cried, unable to hide the tears any longer.
"Wait a minute, he being, HHH? That he?" Rae asked, unable to believe what she was hearing.
"Yeah, I don't know how he found out. He came down to the locker room, and told me that he was going to take what is his, and that when he's through with me, I'll be lucky if I even have visitation rights to him." Heather said, trying to calm her sobs down, as not to scare Gavin.
"Maybe you should have thought of this before you jumped into bed with him. I'm sorry Heather, but we've got bigger things going on right now, than some idle ass threat from HHH, to deal with." Amanda said, getting up from the make shift desk, and walking around to face her sister.
"You don't think that my losing my son is that big of a thing to you? What prey tell is the big thing you have going on now?" Heather questioned, her tears slowing as the anger in her started to rise.
"Well if you must know, the show tonight could potentially be screwed, since some idiot up in Stamford sent out the Smackdown storylines to us tonight, and we've got a show to put on in a few hours. You really shouldn't bring your personal drama to work with you." Amanda said, fatigue starting to take over on her.
"Incase you have forgotten, that is your nephew sitting there. He is the one that we're talking about, and you're just brushing him off like he's nothing. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, but get your head out of your fucking ass, and realize that there is more then just this damn company to worry about sometimes." Heather yelled, fighting back the urge to slap her sister across the face.
"Manda, Heather. Calm down, before you scare Gavin more." Rae said, from her spot on the couch, trying to calm Gavin's cries.
"Yeah, well I have a headache, and can't deal with his incessant crying anymore. Lord, Heather, would you shut that whiny brat up?" Amanda yelled, her patience completely gone now. Unable to hold back any longer, Heather hauled off and slapped Amanda across the face.
"You self centered bitch" She yelled, as her hand connected with Amanda's cheek. Turning to look at Heather again, Amanda brought her fist back, and hit her square in the eye, as the two sisters started fighting in the office.
"Damn it. Amanda Leigh, Heather Michelle, stop this fuckin shit right now." Rae yelled, trying to break the two apart, but to no avail. Hearing someone out in the hall, Rae went over to the door, and saw John, Dave, and Shawn Michaels walking the opposite way. "John, Dave get down here, you need to help me." Rae yelled, before going back over to her friends.
"What the fuck is going on Rae?" John yelled, pulling his girlfriend away, while it took both Shawn and Dave to hold Amanda back.
"I believe the shit has now hit the fan." Rae answered, walking back to Gavin, where he was sat frozen on the couch, with tears silently falling down his cheeks.