TITLE: Alluded Distress
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
CATEGORY: Drama
SUB CATEGORY: Romance
RATING: PG-13 for language and such.
CAST: Marlena Dubois, Ashleigh Morgan, Chris Sabin, A.J Styles, as well as mentions and appearance of others throughout. ( Tons of cameos! )
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own
anything, y'heard? I only own Marlena Dubois, as minus the last name
and picture base? She IS me. Ashleigh is credited to one of my
best friends, Candace. Brooklyn Dubois ( the few parts she's in I
should say ) is credited to my friend Angel, while Marlena's
parents, and her sister Patricia are my real family. Chris Sabin, A.J
Styles, and the rest of the NWA:TNA superstars in this story, are to
my best rendition of their real selves, but I don't know them, or own
them. ( However a girl CAN wish! ) Chris Irvine ( 'Jericho' in
the WWE scene ) is not mine either…oh how I wish. He makes a few
appearances as well, as do a few other WWE superstars. I own jack
shite, okay? So don't sue me for letting my imagination run wild:-P
Enjoy the
story.
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A/N: This chapter will stimulate the mind of you adults out there. Some rather intriguing stuff happens between our favorite couple. Little miss Catholic. Yeah f'n right! Didn't I say she was just like me? Heh. This is meant for those who are mature enough to deal with sexual situations. It's not vivid but it's there. This is your warning.
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Chapter Fourteen: The Big Night
Arriving at Ashleigh's place
in St. Paul, Minnesota wasn't the big deal. Marlena and Allen were
all ready to get some sleep before the event that night. They were
both running on very little since on Marlena's part it was because
she was nervous about the pay-per-view. On Allen's behalf, was
because they were sleeping in the same bed and he didn't want to be
a pig in bed. Basically, when he slept in the same bed with someone,
his arms and hands roamed. He thought that was rude.
He just
NEEDED to stop being such a good little southern boy.
Maybe
Marlena would stop being such a good little Catholic girl.
"Did Ash say to just come in? Is she here?"
"Yeah, she's here." Marlena answered Allen's question, as she flung her bag over her shoulder. "I don't think Chris was with her though, it was well -- quiet -- when I called."
"If Chris is here, then he was sleeping. That little prick is never quiet."
"No kidding." Marlena laughed a little, "Come on. This is the number."
Walking into the apartment, there went Marlena's bag. Her hands immediately covered her eyes as Allen's eyes opened wide and his mouth gaped open. On the couch in plain view, Ashleigh and Chris were in the midst of a rather heated moment. No, they weren't sleeping together, but the heavy petting and kissing was enough to have Marlena 'warped and scarred for life'.
"THIS is why Ash has her own room at our place." Marlena said to Allen, as Ashleigh, the initially innocent one, laughed a little and shrugged her shoulders.
"I'm just rewarded Chris for being good, is all." Ashleigh said. "We've gone the entire time of being with my parents being perfect! No touching AT ALL! Do you know how hard that is when you date someone like Chris Sabin? He's beautiful!"
"I know, thank you." Chris said with a grin, as Marlena peered through her fingers.
"Where?"
"HEY!" Chris said with a mocking gasp. "Come on, Le, I'm all right… aren't I?" He pouted his lip. "Even if it's a LITTLE hot?"
"Eh." Marlena waved her hand off. "I'm dating A.J Styles. That's plenty for me."
"You're only saying that because he's here." Chris stated matter-of-factly. "If he wasn't, you'd be all over me like cheese on a triscuit. You know it."
"Yeah, and hell froze over thirty seconds ago." Marlena laughed to herself, "Spare me."
"Wow, you are brutal after a while of not seeing you." Chris crossed his arms, trying to hide a smile. "You're a cold hearted bitch, lady."
"Thanks." Marlena smiled satisfied, as she sat down on the chair nearest the door. "So, besides barking up each other's tree, what have you been up to?"
"Barking up her parents' tree?" Chris offered, before shrugging. "Audrey and Vince, great people, but her dad? I've seen cactus plants nicer…"
"He has an attitude. Thinks I'm a baby." Ashleigh shrugged, "Whatever though. My mom and my brothers like Chris. Think he's the coolest!"
"They obviously didn't spend much time with him, did they?" Allen offered with a cheeky grin, as Chris looked astounded.
"What the fuck, man? Did I suddenly miss the memo that it was harass Chris day?"
"It's not the only thing that's ever gone over your head." Marlena said with a smirk as she looked at Allen. Initially, Allen held up his hand, and Marlena gave him a high five as they both laughed. "Score."
"We work well together, darlin'."
"No WONDER you are a couple. You're both evil."
"We know." Marlena and Allen said together, before both laughing again. They needed to stop reading each other's mind…
--
Allen and Marlena laid down for a couple hours at Ashleigh's. Marlena fell asleep in Allen's arms, and he wasn't so worried now about his arms being around her or his hands traveling anywhere. She was openly more comfortable with him and had talked to him about him being too respectful. She said sometimes she just wanted a boy who was willing to take a risk on her! And Allen, was definitely willing to take many - many - many risks on her.
The nap at
Ashleigh's was pretty short lived. Marlena woke up first, and
momentarily just laid there. She didn't feel like she had slept at
all, but that was because she was nervous as hell. Her stomach was
doing flips, that was probably from her not having an appetite to eat
anything now. It was too close to show time, and she didn't want to
end up hurling on the staging. She went to get up to get dressed to
leave for the arena, when she felt a hand against her lower back,
holding her.
She glanced back, to see Allen's groggy gaze
looking back at her.
"Babe? You a'right?"
"Yeah." Marlena fibbed, smiling a little as she sat back. "I'm okay."
"I normally believe ya, darlin'." Allen said, as he sat up, putting his arms around her. "I know, though, you never sleep… an hour… and get up ready to roar. What's buggin' ya?"
"Nerves."
"Nerves…" Allen restated, as Marlena nodded her head. For some reason, Allen still wasn't buying it. "What's the matter, babe? You've been doin' this for a while. You're not tellin' me a little pay-per-view has ya worried…"
"It is more than the pay-per-view… but that's my main concern right now."
"Wanna talk so it's only the event botherin' ya?"
"Not really…" Marlena said quietly, as she turned toward him. "I'm okay, Allen. I swear. I won't lose focus tonight, and once you get the X-Title, and I get the Women's? It'll all be swell. We'll be a golden couple, you see."
"Marlena…" Allen stood up slowly and took her hands. "We're in this together, girl. You're my woman. I need to be lookin' after ya. I promised your daddy I would."
"I know you did…"
"So tell ol' A.J what's buggin' your beautiful head." He kissed just above her brow as he hugged her close to him. She sighed a little. "I promise I'll do what I can to make ya better."
"It's much more complicated than that, Allen." Marlena said, "Just trust me. I'm okay. I'll be okay. I just need to focus on tonight and then I can deal with what's bothering me otherwise."
"Is it me?"
"What? NO." Marlena said in an instant. "Why would you even think that?"
"Because you can't tell me, darlin'." Allen said, but Marlena shook her head. He stroked her hair, "If it is, just say the word."
"It's not. I have no problem with you what-so-ever. I care a lot about you."
"A'right. I'll let it slide. But if something does bug ya…"
"I'll tell you."
"That's my girl." Allen said with a half smile, "I need to take a shower. I'll be out in a few."
"Okay." She smiled back, and sat down at the edge of the bed.
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Hearing the water running she wanted to just, tell him. But she felt stupid. She wanted more than what she was giving out of this relationship. She felt so close to Allen, so close to A.J for Christ's sake. She wanted to be his on and off screen. She was tired of acting as if the world revolved around morality. She felt so much love in her heart, why couldn't she openly express it? She wasn't waiting until after the show. She was going to do what she had to do now. Mainly, it was before she lost her nerve…
She still heard the water running when she opened the door. He was still in the shower so she was still in the clear. She took a deep breath before she stripped from her clothes that she had just put on, and opened the curtain. At first Allen covered himself up, but when he seen who was standing there, he just looked ASTOUNDED.
"Marle…" He swallowed hard as he tried to keep his attention squarely on her face. He was only human, and male, after all!
"You don't have to say anything." She said quietly, "I'm as shocked as you are."
She stepped into the shower, allowing the hot sprays
to cover her. She took a deep breath as she wrapped her arms around
Allen's neck, and she had a look of absolute seriousness on her
face. Do you think Allen was just a bit nervous?
Understatement of the year! He tried to think of other things, that
would keep his mind off of his girlfriend's body pressing against
himself.
Puppies…
Christmas!
The Ying Yang
Twins?
Sneakers… SHIT!
With little warning, she leaned up
and pressed her lips against his. Oh damn, oh damn… Allen's
thoughts were rapid! Instinctually, his arms wrapped around her and
pulled her close to him, returning her kiss without
hesitation.
"Allen…" She said softly, and he looked down at her.
"What's on your mind, sugar?"
"I want to make everything with us, legit…"
"…Are you sure?" He swallowed hard. Why was this so difficult! He could have had her RIGHT THERE, but he was turning into someone who respected her. He didn't want to do ANYTHING unless she was one hundred and fifty percent SURE she wouldn't regret it. He, well… he honestly loved her. "I mean… I know you said you wanted to wait until you were married, darlin'. We're not married are we?"
"I don't care…" She said, "I'm tired of acting like I don't have desires. Like I don't have feelings. I want you. I only want you. Do you feel the same about me?"
"You can't even imagine…" Allen said gently as he pushed her wet hair back. "I can't think of being with anyone else but you…"
"Then I want to do this…"
Allen turned off the shower. He
picked her up into his arms and as he did, pressed his lips to hers.
He walked her into the bedroom and placed her down gently on the bed.
From that moment on, it wasn't their typical loving. It was
something she had never experienced up until that point. Something
she wondered why it took her so long TO experience. As her fingers
traced through his hair and her body was loving his, she quietly
whispered his name.
That made Allen crazy…
To know he was
bringing her an experience she had not had up until that point… to
have been the only man to love this woman in the fashion they were
loving, was incredible to him. As he cradled her body to his,
ravished her lips with his, and moved with her -- so many things
raced through Allen's mind. His brain was over active, and the rest
of him wasn't far behind.
She whispered sweet nothings in his ear, causing Allen's entire figure to shiver. He couldn't believe how receptive she was to him. Especially when he felt her shiver beneath him. They hadn't even heard the knocking on the door, and neither of them cared. At that moment, it was their time.
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Ashleigh tapped her foot on the marble flooring beneath her feet outside of the guest room of her apartment. She glanced at her watch, shaking her head. Where WERE they! They couldn't have left already! She thought to herself as she slowly walked back into the kitchen, dressed in blue jeans and a "Do NOT Question Me!" baby blue tank top. She sat down at the bar, glancing over at Chris, who was making himself an ice cream sundae.
"Did you see Allen and Marlena leave?" She asked, as Chris shoved another maraschino cherry into his mouth.
"Nope. Can't say I did. MAN these things are good." He grinned at Ashleigh, "Want one?"
"Nah…" She smiled, "I'll pass. I'd need to work out for a MONTH just to get rid of that thing from my body. Ew…" She squinted her nose as he unleashed a mound of whipped cream into his mouth from the Redi-Whip container. "Do you EVER use a spoon?"
"Nope. Can I have a kiss now?" He grinned, and through his teeth, he showed the whipped cream to Ashleigh. She laughed.
"NO. Gross!" She shook her head. "Do you ever think of anything but food, by the way?"
"Oh yeah. When I watch RAW, I think of Lita. When I watch you, I think of the bedroom and how sweet you are and how lucky I am to have you as a girlfriend?" He batted his lashes in a 'suck up' fashion, knowing the "Lita" thing was the wrong answer. "I love you, Miss Morgan?"
"Good answer…" Ashleigh smiled. "I'm going to grab my bag. You eat."
"Never had any other plan, sweetum."
As Ashleigh made her way to the back of her apartment, the door of the guest room opened, and Allen slipped out - hoping he'd go unnoticed. But when he seen Ashleigh, he tried to get back into the room. She looked skeptical.
"Hold it right there, mister."
Allen stopped dead in his tracks.
Cursing quietly to himself, Ashleigh walked up to him. She eyed him,
and with a confused look, she smelled around him. That was Marlena's
perfume. She was sure of it! Unless Allen wore 'White Diamonds'
by Elizabeth Taylor from time to time…
NO. It HAD to be hers.
And why was Allen ONLY in jeans and smelling like her best friend and
room mate? Curious…
"Where's Marlena?"
"In the shower." Allen answered shortly. "Why you smellin' me? Do I need a shower?"
"No. You smell good actually. White Diamonds is definitely your fragrance…"
Again, Allen cursed to himself. He tried to smell himself, but only looked like a doofus doing so. Ashleigh smiled to herself. This scenario reminded her of something. When Marlena first caught Chris at their apartment in Nashville. After the fourth or fifth time he had snuck in and they had enjoyed each other's company to the greatest extent. She looked like the cat that had just caught the cannery… as she whistled to herself.
"You've been a baaad boy, haven't ya, Allen?"
"I don't have to answer that." Allen said coolly. "Not because I have, but just because I have the right as an American to plead the fifth."
"Your girl doesn't." Ashleigh giggled, "She's not American."
"I'm sure the same pertains to Canadians…"
"Well maybe, but Marlena tells me everything." Ashleigh smiled. "What's the secret secrecy, AJ?"
"Nothin', Ash." He glanced at his watch momentarily, "I need to get to the gym though. Can you have Marlena meet me downstairs?"
"Sure thing."
Allen threw on his hooded sweatshirt, and grabbed his bag before he was out the door. Ashleigh looked skeptical, though. Something was definitely froggy in the pond. And it wasn't a splash from the top rope. About ten minutes passed when Marlena came out of the room wearing a pair of tight fitting blue jeans and a black Flyleaf band tank top. She had a pair of black shoes on as well, with her long blonde hair up and out of her face, with her bag over her shoulder and a black hoodie in her hand. And, Ashleigh noticed, she smelled like White Diamonds…
"Hey, Marlena?" Ashleigh said quietly, and Marlena just smiled a bit.
"Yeah, Ash?"
"Allen wanted me to tell you to meet him downstairs. He was in an awful hurry to get out of here."
"Yeah, we're running late on our workouts." Marlena shrugged, acting as casual as Ashleigh had ever seen her. "For some reason, there wasn't much hot water."
"Marlena… be serious. I'm a woman of the world." Ashleigh smiled a little, "You're running late for other reasons than plumbing problems, aren't you?"
"Sure." Marlena laughed a little, "If you say so, honey. I'll see you at the arena."
And Marlena walked out.
Ashleigh couldn't
believe it! She never seen a girl react that way when assumed she had
just banged a HOT man like Allen! Especially someone, pure? Ashleigh
crossed her arms and pouted softly, trying not to laugh. They
couldn't have done anything. Allen was the only suspicious one, and
men ALWAYS looked suspicious.
She could prove that by the man
walking toward her bedroom with Redi-Whip all over his mouth and a
bottle of chocolate sauce in his right hand…
Chris Sabin…
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Marlena made it down to Allen's car, and let out a sigh of relief. She tossed her bag in the open trunk, and walked around the car. She slinked into the passenger seat, and let out a heavy breath. She glanced over at Allen, whose head was against the steering wheel. But when she got into the car he looked up. They didn't say anything at first, but slowly, Marlena smiled and the two broke out laughing!
"Did you get questioned?" Allen asked as Marlena continued laughing.
"Kind of." She said, "She asked if I was late for more than plumbing problems. I gave the excuse the hot water ran out…"
"Oh that's genius…" Allen grinned at her and leaned over. Marlena leaned over as well and their lips met in the middle. "I knew I loved you for more than one reason. You're so smart."
"I let her think what she wanted. She looked pretty down I didn't give her all the horny details…"
"Go figure. Ash has to know everything about everyone. But that's kind of her appeal…" Allen laughed a little. "I love her to death, but I'm not sharin' all the details of mine and my girlfriend's love life. I definitely don't ask for details with her and Chris."
"We have a love life now. Go us." Marlena laughed a little as Allen smiled, "She's too open with them. Why ask?" Marlena laughed a little. "You know something?"
"What, Darlin'?"
"I thought I'd be regretful the first time…" Marlena smiled though. "I'm not. I got lucky to be with an amazing guy."
"Aw damn, girl…" Allen smiled. "Flattery…"
"Serious."
"Well, I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm in love with you."
Allen suddenly paused. Did he just go there? He could say "I love you", but to say he was IN love with her? Dear Jesus, he thought… things were far more serious than he thought. They hadn't even been together all that long! Well… not terribly long. Marlena smiled though.
"Well, I'm in love with you, too."
"Cool. Cool."
They made it to the arena in short time. Ashleigh didn't live all that far from it. By the time Ashleigh and Chris arrived, though -- Marlena was already in the gym with Stephanie (Trinity) and Traci. She was changed into a red tank top and a pair of black track pants with her black track shoes. She was on the treadmill, with her headphones on, running to the music. Ashleigh walked into the gym, smiling as she bounced happily on the balls of her feet. She was STOKED. She was performing that night in front of her home crowd against her best friend! Marlena and her were going to knock the house DOWN.
"Marlena!" Ashleigh tried getting her attention, but whatever she was listening to, had Marlena's undivided attention. She didn't even notice she was sweating yet. Ashleigh positioned herself in front of the treadmill, smiling as she leaned against the handles. Marlena finally noticed her, and pulled one headphone from her ear. "There you are, sunshine!"
"Hey Ash," Marlena said, breathing slightly heavier than usual. "What's up? Just get here?"
"Yep. Chris is slow, what do you expect? What are you listening to that's so intriguing?"
"Panic! At the Disco, of course." Marlena smiled. "The song that was just on was 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies'. Good stuff."
"Never heard of them…" Ashleigh shrugged a little. "Sounds cool, though. Want to go work in the ring? We've never really… you know, fought. Despite being in the same angle. No one-on-one stuff!"
"Sure, let me just finish this."
Ashleigh went to the ring, and sat in the middle. She was thinking now. A lot about tonight had her scared. It was about fifteen minutes before Marlena walked out from the back area, and headed to the ring that was set up in the middle of the Target Center. It was crazy that they'd have an event in SUCH a large arena. But TNA had one hell of a following. It wouldn't be the WWE, but it would be good regardless. Especially considering they were so close to Marlena's hometown, her family would be there. That, was the crowning point for her, anyway.
"Hey, glad you made it." Ashleigh smiled a little as Marlena slid into the ring.
"Yeah, if I would have stopped, I'd have lost my motivation to run. Sad, but true." She got up to her knees and smiled. "You ready to go?"
"Definitely."
While Ashleigh and Marlena had their go in the ring, Chris was backstage with the guys. As seemingly usual. A group of guys were sitting around a television, playing the PS2. What more did guys do? Chris had a yoo-hoo in his hand, and sat down next to Chris Harris on the bench, where he sat with James Storm, Sonny Siaki, and Luther Reigns. How Chris wasn't five hundred pounds with all he ate, it was amazing. Good times, Chris figured. It only got better when Allen walked in with Chris Irvine. Yeah, he showed up at this show! But it wasn't the typical happy Chris Irvine Sabin was used to seeing. He looked mad. But he was trying to hide it.
"Hey, Chris!" Luther said as Irvine did his best to just, smile.
"Hey, man. What's happening?"
"I play winner." Storm said to Harris, who was having one fierce brawl on Smackdown! Verses Raw with Sonny Siaki.
Allen and Irvine started toward the back of the locker room, looking as if it would do Irvine some good just to chat. Sabin stood up, and actually parted from his yoo-hoo long enough to see if everything was 'copasetic'. Irvine sat down heavily on one of the sofas in the back of the locker room, and Allen sat down near him on the arm chair. Sabin just looked confused.
"Hey, Chris? You okay, man?"
"Hey, Sabin…" Irvine shrugged his shoulders, pushing his long blonde bangs out of his eyes. "I'm fine."
"Lyin'…" Allen drawled. "So lyin'…"
"What's the matter, bro? I'm honestly shocked to see you here." Sabin said, as he sat on the arm of Allen's chair. He expected to get the boot, but Allen didn't seem to care. Changes all around.
"I'm here because I got into it with my wife. Again." Irvine rested his head on the back of the sofa, and Sabin shook his head. "She thinks I have this, infatuation with Marlena. Just because I've been around her frequently. I used to! I really did…"
Allen's attention turned toward Irvine. He didn't realize that it was true. He never even noticed it. And he highly doubted his girlfriend noticed it, either. He was going to bite his tongue though. He wasn't the kind of man to stir up controversy that wasn't staring him in the face. Used to, that was positive. Meaning, NO MORE. Or at least that's what Allen thought of it. It had best be no more… or there'd be more coming out than the southern nice boy… there would be that southern temper.
"She thinks because I've been taking an interest in her professional career that I want to sleep with her. I don't anymore. It was just a crush…" Irvine went on to explain. "Don't tell her, please. She knew Jessica and I were fighting… because she came to Manhattan to see my son and visit the family. Heaven forbid she was being nice."
"Yeah, she's that kind of person…" Sabin said, "I know personally. I live with her. And you're preaching to the choir of Styles, because he's dating her."
"Lucky." Irvine said, "I mean, not like it's anything personal or anything. She's just been a great person to have around. I really do care for her, but nothing to worry about."
"Reassurin'." Allen said quietly. "I'm really serious about stayin' with her, so if I feel you're threatenin' that, I'm gunna kick your ass, brother." He did his best to smile, too, so it didn't look like he was too serious. He was though.
"Don't worry." Irvine said with a smile. "I'm cool."
But was he? For some reason, Allen had reason to doubt that. The guys, Irvine, Sabin and Allen, decided to go find the girls. They had seemed to attract a bit of an audience as they were grappling in the ring like long time pros. Ashleigh went for an arm bar, but Marlena reversed her into a deep arm drag take down, then slapped on an arm bar of her own.
"Give?"
"Give." Ashleigh verified, and they both got to their feet. "You're pretty good at this!"
"Well, I'd better be…" Marlena laughed as they high fived each other before hugging. It was a cute moment. "You're going to be a good opponent, babe."
"You too! Just don't beat me up too badly, okay?"
"Why would I do that?" She paused, pondering. "Oh yeah! Because Princess Ashleigh is a bitch!"
"Hey!" Chris objected vocally, "She's no such thing!" he cracked a smile as Marlena looked at him. "Well, not really…?"
"Nice cover, playboy." Marlena said, as she slipped out of the ring. "Christopher!"
"Marlena?" Irvine smiled, "Thought I'd surprise ya."
"Well I'm surprised!" She ran up, wrapping her arms around him. "How's everything?"
"Great." Better now, he thought to himself as he picked her up, hugging her as he spun her. "You act as if you haven't seen me in, well, weeks!" He laughed as he sat her down safely. "You look good in this ring, kid."
"Thanks. Think I'll ever be able to go big stage?" Marlena asked, and naturally that made Allen think. He never would go to the WWE, he had said it. Was she looking for that? What Chris said made it worse.
"Vince would hire you today if I told him to…"
"Can I steal her from ya a minute?" Allen inquired, as she had no objection. In fact, she was all too willing to go. She went right to Allen's arms and smiled at him. "There's my baby girl."
"Hey, honey. How did it all look?"
"You're a queen of the ring, gorgeous." He leaned in, kissing her with a smile. "I'm honored just to be near ya. Let alone touchin' ya."
"Ew." Ashleigh said, trying not to smile. "That's over the top."
"It's true though, Ash." Allen smiled, "I'm sure Sabin feels the same way about ya."
"Read me like a book, bro." Chris put his arm around Ashleigh's neck. "How about we all go to dinner before the show? My treat."
"That would be just like how we all really met…" Marlena smiled as she looked at Allen, who nodded his head. "You remember where?"
"How could I forget, darlin'? It's where I got my first real glimpse at the personality behind the beauty…"
"Oh you shut up…" Marlena smiled, "Let's go. Hey Chris, you in?"
"Nah…" Irvine said, "You kids go ahead. I need to meet up with Reso. Last I knew he was in the hotel room calling Denise."
"All right, well… see you later?"
"Definitely, kiddo. See you before the show."
And then, the foursome of Ashleigh, Chris Sabin, Allen and Marlena left. Irvine was left behind, watching as they walked off. His cell phone began going off, and as he saw the name on caller ID, a slow smile came to his face. "Cena, John". When he picked up the phone… his attitude had far so changed from when he watched Marlena walk off with her 'TNA buddies'.
"Speak to me."
"What up, daddy?" Cena said, "You rang?"
"Yeah. I did." Chris replied, "I need a favor. More over, I need to know how you feel about something."
"About what?"
"Marlena Dubois…"
"Ohhh man…" John laughed a little, as he cleared his throat. "That woman is a fox on wheels, man. You know that. I was so envious of Haas dude, but I don't do envy anymore. Why you askin'?"
"I need you to help me get her away from this second rate hell hole. She's better than this. And she's better than that loser she's dating…"
"A.J? He's kinda good, bro…"
"No. HE ISN'T." Chris took a shallow breath, and exhaled. "Let me explain it to you in terms your rap-a-matic brain can handle, Cena. I don't want her here, and I need someone to get her outside of this. A, man perhaps. A man she thinks of… as a friend…" Chris smiled to himself, "I'm too obvious. But you…"
"Oh no… shit no… you ain't draggin' me into this, dude."
"You can do it the easy way or the hard way. I know one guy that would help me, and that's Randy. Do you really want to see your best friend macking with your fantasy girlfriend?"
"…Don't fuckin' start, man."
"So are you in… or are you out…?"
"Give me time to think about it, okay?" John said, as he was fidgeting uncomfortably in the recliner at his house, unbeknownst to Chris. "I'll call you back before the end of the night…"
"Call me back before you tune into the pay-per-view… because I won't be happy if I have to wait that long…"
"All right. I'll call you back before the pay-per-view…"
And like that, Chris hung up on
John.
Something had Chris angry enough to want Marlena out of TNA.
And into the WWE. Was she really going to want to leave? She had a
boyfriend… she had best friends… and she had fans in TNA who
loved her. This was the one time that Chris didn't care what she
wanted. He wanted what she DESERVED. And that was a berth into the
WWE.
Whether she would go for it was the next thing. He knew he
wasn't playing with an amateur. Marlena was very smart, and that
was the only bad thing about his plan. And he knew she'd HATE him
if she found out…
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Sabin, Ashleigh, Allen and Marlena came back to the arena from dinner, and knew they didn't have a whole lot of time to get ready for their respective matches. Chris and Allen were facing off for the X-Title, Marlena and Ashleigh naturally were facing off for the Women's Title. Not to mention all of the other matches and segments that were slated for the event.
In the women's locker room, Marlena was changing into her in-ring attire while talking to Ashleigh. Her outfit for the night was something pretty rock inspired compared to her usual. With a pair of black zipper bondage pants, a pyramid stud belt with a skull belt buckle, a black based tank top with red and hot pink lettering reading 'D Inc' and a pair of lace up boots… she was ready to get the show going. Ashleigh had chosen a white skirt with a baby blue 'princess' halter top with her baby blue sparkling boots for the night.
"I can't wait. But I'm really nervous! This is pretty much my home crowd!" Ashleigh said, zipping up the boots with a small sigh. "I'm scared."
"I'm scared, too. My entire family is here…" Marlena finished lacing her boots, and pulled her pant legs down. She got up, and began bouncing on the balls of her feet to make sure she would be comfortable in the boots. "My mom, my sisters, my dad, not to mention my niece Charity, my sister's fiancée, and my other sister's boyfriend who is quasi-obsessed with Allen and really fanatic of me. I even heard my grandmother was coming!"
"My parents and my brothers are here… that's all I know of…" Ashleigh said as she stood up, slipping into her skirt. "Can you help me with this damned top? My dad is going to have a coronary when he sees this outfit…"
"I can see why. Your twins are almost out." Marlena half smiled as she tied the halter in the back and made sure nothing was showing. "You look good though. How you can wrestle in stilettos I'll never get."
"I've always done that." Ashleigh smiled a little, "I'm used to it by now."
The door opened, and both girls attention shifted. Standing in the doorway was Vince Russo. He smiled a little as he shook his head just a little. Ashleigh and Marlena exchanged confused glances.
"You girls look all ready to go tonight."
"We are." Marlena said, "Why?"
"Just saying. You've both got more aspiration to make this show amazing than most of the guys."
"You're not serious." Ashleigh said, as she mocked crossing her arms. "Vince, with all due respect, buttering us up will NOT do you any good."
"Buttering up?" Vince laughed, "Please. Is that what you call complimentary conversation, Ashleigh Morgan?"
"Yeah…" Ashleigh laughed, "It is. You making your rounds?"
"You could say that." Vince said as he glanced toward Marlena. "Ready to bring home the gold to the good side?"
"I'll do my best." Marlena said with a smile.
"That's all I could ever ask of you." Vince smiled back, "You girls go on ahead and finish your preparation. The event starts in ten."
"Thanks, Mister Russo." Marlena said as Vince shook his head.
"No need for the 'Mister Russo' treatment. Just call me Vince."
"You got it."
Vince left their sight and Marlena and Ashleigh
went back to their prep. There was only ten minutes until 'Vendetta
Rising'. Marlena had experienced a lot of firsts that day.
Her
first real fear…
Her first time of intimacy…
And unknown to
her, the first time her 'best friend' Chris Irvine would backstab
her.
In the wrestling business, you think you know who you can
trust.
But evidently, that wasn't always the truth.
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A/N: Next chapter is the pay-per-view, and then… the plot, as they say, shall thicken. R&R, my dears. -M.S
