Too Late?
There is one thing that all children should be taught about love. Love is like a perky little elf doing a merry jig but then he turns around with a machine gun and kills everyone in the room. Yep, that about sums it up. Well at least that's the way Keira was feeling as she sat in the hotel room alone knowing that somewhere in the same building John was alone and it was her fault that he was unhappy.
It was seven o'clock on Sunday evening. The evening of Backlash. Keira turned on her television to see what was going on. Trish was doing an interview. Surprise surprise.
"You must think that you're chances are pretty good going into this match up," Maria said.
"I don't want to fight with Keira," Trish said. "I'm sorry if I hurt her by starting to see Randy but even she knows that some things just happen. You can't even explain them."
"Dumb bitch," Keira said shutting the television off.
She took a deep breath and started to get ready for their match.
Keira's music came on and now close to the entire crowd was booing. She didn't care. Let them think what they wanted. They weren't in her shoes. They had no idea what she was feeling.
When Trish's music came on there was more of a mixed reaction. People really didn't know what to think.
Trish calmly walked into the ring and almost looked a bit scared and circumspect. She looked around at the crowd and took a deep breath.
"We don't have to do this," Trish said.
"You don't understand, do you?" Keira asked.
"I'm not going to fight with you," Trish said.
"Your fault, not mine."
The referee called for the bell and Keira went after Trish.
Keira punched Trish in the face first and then three times in the abdomen. She was slightly impressed. Trish was taking it and not trying to fight back at all. Then Keira leg swept Trish so that Trish was on her back. Trish tried to raise her guard but it didn't help much if Trish refused to fight back. Keira continued to take out her frustrations doing everything she could think of. Trish was almost unconscious and the inside of her mouth was cut open. Keira would've been surprised if it wasn't she had taken Trish's hair in her hand and slammed her face against the mat repeatedly. But Keira refused to pin Trish. Trish didn't even have the slightest clue about the pain that Keira was feeling.
Keira had Trish propped up against the turnbuckles and she was about to punch her right in the face. But she stopped.
She was beating on her best friend. The one who stuck by her side through all the events with Randy, who helped her to meet John, the one who always knew how to cheer her up.
And what must John be thinking? That she loved Randy more than him? That wasn't what this was about! Keira loved John with all her heart. Randy didn't even compare to John.
Keira fell to her knees in front of Trish and her eyes welled up with tears. Trish dropped down to her knees beside Keira. Keira looked at Trish and how battered she was.
She raised her hand to her mouth in taken aback. But when she looked down at her hand Trish's blood was all over it. She fell backwards and started to move away.
"It's alright," Trish said with tears in her eyes now.
Trish took Keira in her arms and hugged her tightly. Keira held Trish in her arms.
"I'm so sorry," Keira said holding her snugly.
Keira helped Trish to her feet and then helped her out of the ring. They walked together up the ramp. As soon as they got backstage they were greeted by Randy.
Randy wrapped his arms around Trish and looked warily at Keira. But Trish smiled at her.
"Go find that man," Trish said.
"I'm so sorry Trish," Keira said and hugged Trish again.
"Enough of this feeling bad for me," Trish said. "I told you to go after that man of yours."
Keira looked up at Randy.
"You take good care of her," Keira said to him.
"You gave him a good start," Trish laughed.
"I have to get going now," Keira said taking off running further backstage.
Keira raced down the corridors looking for John's name on a door. It seemed to take forever before she found his locker room. She hastily knocked on the door. She needed to talk to him and she needed to talk to him fast.
He opened the door and looked at her in such a way that she had never seen before. His look sent shivers down her back. It was almost like he thought of her as the scum of the earth.
"Can I talk to you?" She asked.
"Your actions spoke louder than your words," John said walking away from the door.
Keira followed him into the room and shut the door. The last thing she needed was someone overhearing and coming in.
"My actions were daft, juvenile, and reckless!" Keira said. "But I realized that you meant more to me than some stupid fight with a person that I cared so much for!"
"So then why'd you get rid of Randy when you still loved him?" John asked.
"I don't love him!" Keira shouted. "I loved the person who I wanted him to be! The man who could never meet my needs the way that you do! You were the man that I wanted! There is no way that Randy can compare to you! This isn't even about Randy. This whole thing was about the past. I was jealous! Plain and simple. Randy has absolutely nothing compared to you. Randy's not as sweet or affectionate or thoughtful, understanding. Take your pick! I only want you John and I'm sorry if you thought that there was something else going on. You do something to me that I could never be able to explain."
John looked at her but didn't say anything.
"You have to believe me John," Keira said, her eyes full of tears.
His defenses were slowly deteriorating. She knew that if she started to cry he wouldn't be able to turn her away. He hated the pain that she was in.
"John please!" Keira begged, her whole body trembling. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
John walked over to her and wrapped his arms tightly around her. Then the tears started.
"I love you so much," Keira said as her head rested on his chest.
He ran his fingers through her hair trying to sooth her.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," John said as he kissed the top of her head. "You mean the world to me."
Keira looked up to see tears also coming out of John's eyes.
"How are you doing?" Keira asked Trish.
"Well, let me tell you," Trish started, "I'm happy that you're not all that strong of a person. I don't need any stitches. I have a couple of facial bruises. I hope you know that you owe me one."
"I think you owe me quite a few," Keira said laughing.
"How's John liking being the new WWE champion?" Trish asked.
"He's going physco, as usual," Keira laughed. "And I suppose that Randy's happy as the New World Heavyweight Champion."
"Yeah, he's still striking poses in front of the mirror," Trish said laughing. "To tell ya the truth I think he's a little narcissistic."
"When'd you figure that one out?" Keira asked. "Was he holding a mirror and looking at himself while kissing you?"
Trish laughed. "He's not that bad."
"Yet," Keira said.
"I'll get that for ya," Randy said grabbing Keira's bag for her.
"Thanks," Keira said looking at Randy. He acted as if nothing had even happened.
"Randy."
"Yeah?" He asked Keira.
"I don't really know how to ask you this question. But, how on earth do you do it?"
"It's simple," Randy said putting their bags down. "You see all of this?"
"Yeah," Keira said.
"Legend Killer, Lady Thriller."
:The End: