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Chapter 15: The End of a Legacy
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After the show ended we went back to the hotel to change and then headed to a nearby club. Nattie, Beth, Maryse and I arrived together, Melina, Miz, Morrison, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Jericho, Gail Kim, Big Show and Evan Bourne were already there.
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Maryse and I headed straight to the bar. The French Canadian and I had got to chatting while we were getting dressed back at the hotel and had really hit it off.
We had a lot in common, including our mutual dislike of Kelly.
I had just ordered a Vodka and coke when Maryse handed me a shot and said what I assume was 'Cheers' in French. Not one to be rude, I downed the green liquid before feeling the burning sensation in my throat.
Absinthe.
My long time enemy.
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Deciding to get my own back I ordered two Jager bombs and made the blonde neck it. Seeing the pleasant look on her face, I knew she was another name to add to the list of people I had converted to sharing my love of Jagermeister.
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I heard a bellowing voice and knew before even turning that John Cena had arrived. The man could never go unnoticed, his voice reverberated throughout the crowded club. I turned to see him flanked by Ted, Randy and Sheamus. I took my drink and threw it back, instantly ordering another.
So much for a relaxing, enjoyable night out.
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My plan to completely ignore Randy seemed to be working, due in the most part to the amount of alcohol I was pouring down my throat.
After six vodka and cokes, three Margaritta's and I don't know how much Jagermeister, I was totally fucked.
I had spent the past ten minutes at the bar with Sheamus, drinking a pint of Guinness while taking shots of Bailey's.
My stomach was not happy with me for the addition of the creamy substance. The next thing I knew I was running to the ladies to rid my stomach of it's contents.
So very lady like.
After puking my ring up, I moved outside for some fresh air.
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Sitting on a bench I let the cool air wash over me. Although my head had stopped spinning I made no attempt to move. If I stood, I would possibly either fall flat on my face or find other liquids that wanted to escape through my mouth. I felt a presence beside me, I smiled as I came face to face with Miz.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself, you OK?" He asked.
"Course. I'm just peachy." I grinned.
"You ready to leave?"
"Why Michael... I never knew you felt that way. While you are an extraordinarily handsome man and me and you would just be mind blowing, I'm with someone."
"No... I... I didn't mean..."
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The look on his face changed and he began to panic before I burst out in a fit of giggles.
"Fuck sake Scarlett." He play slapped me. "You had me worried for my life there. Punk would kill me." He laughed.
"Aww, I'm sorry Miz, couldn't resist."
"Right, I'm gonna get you a ride home. You are obviously way too drunk."
"Why? Because I said you were handsome?" I laughed again.
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He made a quick phone call then returned to the bench beside me.
"Your ride is on it's way, m'lady."
"Thank you Michael." I replied, trying to curtsy and nearly falling head first to the concrete.
"Careful, I don't want to have to bring you to the ER tonight."
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We sat in silence for a little while longer before he spoke again.
"Scarlett?" He began. "We would be mind blowing wouldn't we?"
"Oh yeah. Two sex pots like us... the Earth would implode. So much awesomeness cannot be contained."
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A car pulled up and Miz nudged me. The driver door opened and out stepped Phil. He approached us with an amused look on his face.
"Have fun?" He asked.
"Stacks. Until Bailey became a bitch."
He laughed and helped me up, one arm around my waist, supporting my weight while escorting me to the car. He opened the passenger door but I stopped him.
"Have I told you how much I love you lately?"
"Everyday."
"Oh look it's after midnight... I love you." I replied, leaning in and kissing him.
"I love you too, drunky."
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Phil placed me in the car and stood speaking to Miz for a few minuted before the door to the club opened and the Viper emerged, cigarette in hand.
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Randy stared straight at me, holding my gaze before he broke the stare and turned his eyes to Phil. The Straight Edge Superstar was looking right back at Randy, his body had stiffened and he looked on edge.
He quickly bid goodbye to Miz before moving to the car and getting into the drivers seat. Again he looked out at the St Louis native, I saw his jaw clench as he put the car in gear and began to move. I stole a glance out the window as we drove away.
The Viper's eyes were still glued to the car as we sped down the lane.
Then.. I blacked out.
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The next morning I woke with a splitting headache.
I rolled over, letting out a groan.
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"Morning, Sunshine." Came a booming voice. It felt like I was being punched in the temples.
"Shhh... Quiet time."
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A laugh rang out.
"No, sweetheart. It's just gone noon, it's 'Get up, get showered and get dressed' time."
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I let out another groan as the covered were ripped from my body.
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Reluctantly, I sat up. My head spinning. Once the room had stilled, I stood from the bed, a pout on my face as I faced the brunette man.
"You're mean."
"Only because I love you. It's for your own good. A shower will make you feel better."
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The next week I was sat in the Divas locker room.
We were in Missouri this week for Raw.
I didn't have a match that night and wasn't needed for some time, so I was sitting backstage chatting with the girls between matches.
After my hangover last week I had declined the invitation to go out tonight, last week had put me right off drinking for a while.
The same could not be said for Miz. Apparently he and Cena had gotten into a drinking contest after I left and he won.
The bad side, he was dying the whole next day Stupidly, he came to the arena for the house show and was teased by his colleagues.
Poor Miz, not every winner, wins.
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The door knocked, Gail answered it returning with a large envelope in his grasp.
She handed it to me. I opened it, it was my new script for tonight.
The note attached said that some last minute changes had been added and they were sorry for the inconvenience.
Eagerly I opened it as the girls were leaving for their lumberjill match.
As I scanned through the pages, trying to wrap my brain around the changes as I got the the last page, my mouth dropped.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
I read the last page over and over again, still not quite believing the words.
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I stood at the Gorilla waiting for my cue. I had tried constantly to phone Phil to tell him about the script but I kept getting his voicemail. After leaving messages to call me back, I took off to search for him.
But to no avail.
The man seemed to be invisible, nobody had seen him, he wasn't in catering, the locker room or the trainer room. He seemed to have vanished.
Randy's match was on now, Ted and I were about to run down to interfere and I still hadn't seen Phil.
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"You're on." Called a stagehand.
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Ted and I made our way down the ramp.
The referee was down, Miz and Randy were both on the mat, trying to get to their feet. Randy yelled at Ted, who grabbed a chair and slipped through the ropes.
He stood, chair in hand waiting for Miz to get to his feet and turn around.
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-Smash-
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Ted whacked Miz with the chair, sending the Chick Magnet to the mat.
Suddenly someone came through the crowd, it was Cody. He dove into the ring, he looked at Randy with an enraged look on his face.
Randy yelled to Ted again to his Cody, but Ted turned to face Randy.
I slid into the ring, a chair of my own in hand.
The three of us advanced on the Viper, Ted and Cody the closest to him. Both Cody and Ted shouting, telling Randy how much they despised him, were sick of him berating him, etc.
Ted lifted the chair and swung.
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The crunch of metal sounded throughout the arena, followed my a thud as the body hit the mat.
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Ted looked down at the fallen superstar on the floor before his eyes met mine, a look of surprise on his face as I swung back my chair and made contact with his head.
My brother fell to the mat.
I dropped the chair in my grasp and looked down at the bodies of my brother and team mate before I lifted my head to meet the cold blue eyes across the ring from me.
He moved towards me, stepping over the broken bodies until he was face to face with me. A smirk grew on his lips as he moved til our bodies were almost touching.
A smirk broke out on my own face as I grabbed his hand and raised it in victory.
The crowd booed us as we stood among the carnage in the ring.
He turned to look at me, a slight glint in his eyes as he swept me up into his arms my legs around his waist, twisted smiles on our faces as he brought his lips to mine.
Raw ended with a close up of me and Randy Orton locked in a passionate kiss.
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