Chapter 13
"Lily come on, my match is next!" Randy rushed Lily out of the locker room.
Lily stumbled out of John's locker room, still gasping for air after watching Mr. McMahon throw Candice out of his office telling her she was hideous. Lily had quickly changed out of the ring attire her father had given her and slipped on a gold camisole and crimson chords, along with her black wrestling boots.
Randy took her hand and placed her tiara on her head to represent her royalty in jest. He led her through the curtain once more and she made her way to the ring as the crowd booed Randy behind her.
"I might need your help," he whispered, placing a hand on the small of her back, moving her to the edge of the ring.
"You mean help you cheat?" Lily asked, turning to him, one leg already out on the apron.
"Just to push the match in my favor, this title is mine, Lil," he replied, applying a slight pressure of assurance on her back before turning away from her as she once again jumped from the apron.
She cheered on Rey Mysterio as he made his entrance to the ring. Randy stared him down as Kurt Angle's music began. Lily chanted 'You Suck' along with the crowd as Kurt made his way down the ramp and into the ring. He glared at her, a small dabble of spit running down the edge of his mouth as he held up his title.
"Ew, lose the mouth guard, Kurt. That's gross," Lily made a face at him.
The match began in a flash of anger. Lily cheered Randy on, banging the canvas enthusiastically. She knew Randy would want her to help him win the title when Kurt suddenly disappeared from the ring.
It was now Rey and Randy going one on one and Lily knew Rey had the advantage. The smaller man gave everything he had to beat Randy down, finally getting him on the ropes for the 619.
"Here's where I come in, I think," Lily muttered as Rey came toward her to bounce off the ropes.
She had to act quickly , for Rey was faster then she had anticipated. As he shifted his weight to bounce off the ropes, Lily wrapped her arms around his ankles, tripping him up. He spun around in surprise and Lily pretended to be fixing her tiara, which had gone crooked at her sudden movements.
"Randy's behind you," she muttered to him as Randy loomed up behind him.
Rey spun around and jumped out of the way as he lunged at him. He muttered a quiet thanks before getting Randy back on the ropes. This time he did get the 619 and went for the cover. Randy barely kicked out so Rey climbed to the top rope as Randy got to his feet.
"No!" Lily shouted as Rey hit the East Coast Pop and pinned Randy for the three.
"The winner and the new World Heavyweight Champion: Rey Mysterio!"
Randy slammed his fists on the canvas before rolling out fo the ring and making his way to Lily as Rey celebrated. He shook his head in disappointment at her and led her up the ramp. The two made their way to John's locker room in silence, Randy slamming his fist on anything he could reach, in frustration.
"Sorry Rand," Lily finally broke their silence as they entered John's locker room.
"It wasn't your fault," he grumbled, plopping on the couch and staring blankly at the TV screen.
After a brief pause John cleared his throat and got up from his seat on the bench behind the couch.
"Well, Lily, my match is next, put on something sexy," he grinned, his blue eyes alight.
"I've never worn co many outfits in one freaking day!" she sighed and quickly made her way to the bathroom to change once again.
She emerged from the bathroom in a forest green belly shirt with a camouflage Chain Gang symbol on the left breast. To match she wore a black pleated miniskirt and fishnet arm warmers. Her outfit was complete with a camo Chain Gang hat and her black wrestling boots, which she did not bother taking off.
"Very nice," John approved.
Lily rolled her eyes and bid Randy, Trish and Ashley goodbye once again to make her way to the ring. John pulled a large, pinstriped sports jacket over his ring attire and a prop guy handed him a gun, which he hid beneath the jacket.
"John, what the—?" Lily began but he stopped her.
"Stay here, I'll motion for you to come out with my title when I'm done," he said as the first beats of his music started.
Lily nodded, clutching the heavy championship over her shoulder. She watched John walk out, look left and right before revealing the rifle from under his jacket. Lily jumped as he fired the weapon at the ceiling and one of the prop guys, dressed as a gangster took the gun and disappeared through another curtain. John glanced at Lily and nodded slightly so she bounded out from behind the curtain and handed John the championship.
To her surprise he pulled her to him, dipping her back like he was dancing and capturing her lips in a quick kiss. He then took her hand and led her down the ramp to loud boos and a few "Phoenix!" chants. Lily could not help but grin as John climbed into the ring, his eyes fixed on Triple H.
To Lily the match was grueling, watching the two men beat the living hell out of each other for the same prize. She had to look away when Triple H began to bleed, the intensity of the match too much for her.
She watched through her fingers as John put Paul in the STFU and prayed he'd tap out as he stretched for the ropes. She did not realize how hard she was clutched her face until a sharp pain hit her from her nails on her cheeks. She almost fainted with relief when Paul finally submitted to the STFU and John, who looked exhausted, pulled her into the ring.
"You won!" Lily smiled, kissing him on the cheek as he draped the belt around his neck and held up his hands in the signature Word Life.
He then wrapped a sweaty arm around her middle and led her to the back.
The two arrived back at the hotel not long after Wrestlemania ended. Lily had insisted on driving for John was almost passed out from exhaustion after his match.
He collapsed on the bed when they got into their room, Lily cuddling up beside him as he closed his eyes.
"Gimme a few minutes, that match took a lot out of me," John muttered, snaking his arm around Lily's shoulders and gently caressing her arm.
"John you need to sleep," Lily whispered.
"Not, tonight," John smiled, his eyes still closed.
Lily shrugged and rested her hand on his chest, tracing the muscles with her fingers. John's smile widened and he opened his eyes. He pulled her on top of him, catching her by surprise. Lily squealed and laughed, kissing him gently. John deepened her kiss, pressing his mouth harder against hers. Lily felt a rush of excitement and kissed back equally as hard. John broke the kiss and laughed, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Are you sure?" he asked, reading her mind through her kiss.
Lily bit her bottom lip and nodded, letting John flip her into her back. She could tell his energy was focused on her as he kissed her neck with unnatural skill. Lily let a quiet moan escape her lips as John's hands made their way down her back, resting at the curve as she pulled her to him.
Just as John went to pull Lily's shirt over her head there was a knock on the room door. John groaned and got up, letting Lily fix her appearance as he answered the door. Randy, Trish, Ashley, and Matt streamed into the room, Randy holding a bottle of expensive champagne. Lily emerged from the bedroom to see who it was, resting her hands on her hips. Randy raised his eyebrows at Lily's rumpled appearance and turned to John, who had just closed the door behind the guests.
"Are we interrupting something?" he asked, a smile tugging at his lips as he nodded toward Lily.
"No, no you're not. Pop open the bubbly," Lily said quickly, moving to the small kitchen and taking out glasses.
Randy shrugged, knowing the group was indeed interrupting by the look on John's face. He poured the liquid into each of the cups and handed them out.
"To victory over Paul and retaining the WWE Championship," Lily muttered to John. He smiled and the two sipped from their drinks.
Randy watched the two as they got comfortable on the couch together. He knew he had pissed John off at his sudden appearance. John had told him tonight was reserved for time with Lily, and Randy knew how much John had wanted to get with her since the day the two met.
"Eh, well, Trish was the one who wanted to celebrate up here anyway," he sighed to himself, sipping from his glass of champagne.
Lily turned around from her spot next to John and patted the space beside her.
"Come on, Randy, we're watching Anchorman!" she smiled and turned back to the TV.
"You know what, I think I'll pass. I'm kinda tired," he yawned, stretching and moving to the door. "Trish, Ash, Matt, let's leave these two alone. I think they need some alone time since they've been separated so long."
The two women groaned but got up from their seats and followed Randy. Matt did not move, his eyes glued to the TV screen. Ashley pulled him up out fo the recliner as both Lily and John protested but the four just waved them off and left the room once more.
"That was different," Lily pointed out, switching the movie off and gathering the half drunk glasses, placing them on the counter in the small kitchen. She then moved to the bedroom doorway, placing her hands in her hips. "Now, where were we?"
John laughed and followed her into the bedroom. She grabbed his hand, pulling him to her and wrapping her leg around him waist. John attacked her neck as they toppled back onto the bed, Lily laughing at John's sudden hunger. He drew her close with gentle hands, knowing it was her first time. She cooperated fully, letting him show her the pent up desire he'd been craving to let out since she left a month before.