A/N: Another update.

I guess my insomnia is rather useful after all. Thanks for the reviews, they were great to read.

Some of you were a little disappointed with the last chapter as it didn't contain the BANG you were looking for. I understand where you're coming from. Well fear not folks, for the last chapter was the calm before the storm. I needed to add that extra emotional charge in, like the eeriness in the horror movie before the killer makes his move.

Hopefully you'll not be disappointed with this chapter.

As always your reviews are my little rays of sunshine in a rather gloomy and cold Ireland.

Please keep them coming.

I can't actually believe how many we're at now.

Also this chapter is slightly longer than my usual updates to make up for the fact that I will be away for a while.

Hopefully that satisfies your appetites until I get back.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the OC. Everything/one else belongs to themselves. I am not affiliated with the WWE nor do I claim to be. This is entirely a work of fiction, created in the dark depths of my wee brain.

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Chapter 33: Goodnight Sweetheart

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I arrived at my hotel pretty early, I couldn't see any other superstars about when I checked in. I made my way up to my room and dropped my case beside the door before I belly flopped myself onto the bed face first. I had been laying there all of five minutes when I got a text. Rolling over I sighed before reaching into my purse and pulling it out.

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'The bus will be coming for us in an hour. Nattie x'

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I hit back a quick reply and groaned as I pulled myself off the bed and dragged my case into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later I emerged fully dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, a purple tartan corset style top and black New Rock boots. I wore a touch of foundation, eye-liner and some dark eye-shadow and to complete my look I wore my hair down in natural waves. I studied myself in the mirror, being content with my appearance I grabbed my bag and key card and headed out the door.

After Phil had left my house I had cried for a while until I freaked out when my doorbell rang. After calming myself down and receiving my food from the delivery guy I locked all my doors and windows before going to bed to put the evening behind me. I was soon on the road again for the next house show that Friday but since Phil had been suspended until Wrestlemania I wasn't too worried about bumping into him. Randy wasn't there either, after the beating he took he wasn't cleared to fight.

The rest of that week had passed by rather quickly and uneventfully. I had a non title match with Kelly, a kind of teaser for Wrestlemania, in which she won after bashing my face off the steel steps, rather hard too I might add. Who knew sweet little Kelly could fight dirty? I had spoken to Randy twice during that week, to see how he was doing and to ask him to take Ted off my hands. He declined. My darling brother was getting on like a blue arsed fly, hovering around me wherever I went. I hadn't told him about my conversation with Phil, I can only imagine what he would be like if I did. And Phil... I hadn't heard a word from, or about him since that night. It seemed nobody had heard from him, or if they had they weren't mentioning it in front of me.

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I exited the hotel and met up with Nattie, we made our way to our bus and got ourselves seated. As the bus pulled away from the hotel and Nattie began chatting to Cody I couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. Tomorrow was Wrestlemania. The biggest event of the year. The Super bowl of pro wrestling. And my first ever. Not only would it be my first attendance as a wrestler but I would also be having my first match on the grandest stage of them all. And for the title at that. It really couldn't get better than that. But that's not the only reason I was nervous. Phil's suspension had ended, which meant that I would finally have to face him again. Strangely enough I wasn't scared any more. I told myself that if he ever did hit me that I'd hit him right back. Though somehow I didn't think things would come to that. All that fear I was feeling was obviously just the result of lack of sleep and hormones and Ted being melodramatic. At least I hope it was.

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We arrived at Axxess and disembarked the bus. One of the crew directed us to where we would be signing autographs, I approached the table where my partner was already sitting.

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"Hey." I spoke.

"Scarlett, hey." He replied shooting me a smile. "Love the hair."

I smiled. During my time off I had decided I was bored with my look. I contemplated getting a shorter hair cut or perhaps a new style, but I really loved having my hair long. That's when I got the idea for a colour change. I had always experimented with my hair as a teenager but stopped when I began my training, opting to just keep the all over red colour I had at that time. But now with Wrestlemania coming up, I felt like a change. My former red locks were now a vibrant raspberry shade of pink, a little less intense than the fuchsia shade I had when I was sixteen.

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"Thanks Randy." I thanked him. "Thought it was time for a revamp."

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We talked a little bit, he told me that he had had his stitches out and was now medically cleared to compete.

As the autograph session began we were swarmed with hundreds of fans, some of them asking about that article in the dirt sheets. We had been told to play it up, that as far as the public knew we were a couple, we were in love and it was our job to keep up that pretence.

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After our part in Axxess was over it was a mad dash to get back to the hotel. The Hall of Fame ceremony was tonight and all the girls were very excited to get dolled up in fancy, beautiful dresses. I wasn't used to wearing fancy, beautiful dresses. I wasn't used to wearing dresses, period. But I had managed to find myself one for the occasion that I actually really liked.

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Back in my hotel room I had a quick shower before I set to work on my hair and make up. I pulled my pink tresses into heated rollers that I had bought especially for tonight and began my make up. I put on light foundation and swept my eyes with dark purple eye-shadow and my usual black liquid eye-liner before I attempted to curl my eyelashes. First time for everything. After nearly blinding myself with the eyelash curler Nattie had insisted was essential for every princess going to the ball, I was done with my make up and moved to the closet where my dress was now hanging. I undid my bathrobe and unzipped the dress bag, smiling as the purple material came into view. I slipped into the dress and zipped it up before going to look at myself in the full length mirror.

The dress was a deep purple colour which contrasted with my pale skin, but seemed to go so well. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. Where the neckline dipped in the centre of my bust there was a trail of silver sequins about an inch in width that trailed to the right in a little path until it stopped at my right hip. The bottom half of the dress gathered slightly at the sequins, making my waist seem narrower than it was. The skirt flowed down to the ground rather beautifully and naturally with a split that came up to the top of my thigh. It wasn't fitted and it wasn't Cinderella-esq. It was simply perfect. I let my hair out of the rollers and allowed the curls to fall around my face, pulling more over the the left side where I had brought more hair over creating a long side fringe. I added a pair of simple silver drop earrings and a pair of silver and black strappy stilettos. I could see why most women loved this. I truly felt like a princess.

I stepped away from the mirror and began gathering up my things, key card, phone, purse, etc. and putting them into my purple clutch bag when there was a knock at the door. I set my bag down and headed towards the door, opening it I was surprised to see who was on the other side.

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I had been expecting to see Nattie or one of the girls wanting to borrow make up or something, I was not expecting to see Phil Brooks dressed impeccably in a suit standing on the other side of my door.

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"Wow, Scarlett. You look... wow. Amazing." He spoke as he looked me up and down, finally settling on my eyes.

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That was when he seemed to notice the shocked expression on my face.

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"I'm sorry for just dropping by like this." He spoke quickly, putting out a hand as if to reassure me he meant me no harm. "I would have called but I don't think you would have agreed to see me. It's sneaky I know. But I'm glad I did it otherwise I probably wouldn't have got to see you looking so gorgeous. Not that you don't normally look gorgeous, you do. Everyday in fact. It's just that this is a different gorgeous, like prom gorgeous. A formal gorgeousness."

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I couldn't help the smile that formed on my face as he babbled away. It was endearing.

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"Thank you." I replied, giving him a small smile.

"Your hair looks amazing too. The colour really suits you."

"Thank you Phil. You look rather dapper yourself."

"I feel like I'm dressed up as Vince for Halloween." He laughed.

"What did you want to speak to me about?" I asked cautiously.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

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I looked at him apprehensively and to the hallway where there were a few people before I relented and held the door open for him to enter.

He walked into the middle of the room and turned to face me as I closed the door. An awkwardness hung in the air. I couldn't help but admire how good he looked in his formal wear with his hair slicked back and his facial hair tidily trimmed. I brought myself back to the present and out of my thoughts, sending Phil a look that told him he could speak freely.

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"Thanks for letting me in. You could have easily slammed the door in my face. I appreciate you giving me this chance to speak to you." He began.

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He looked around the room nervously, running his hand over the back of his head.

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"I see you got into the spirit of things." He said gesturing to the cosmetics all over the dressing table. "That's actually how I imagined this night would be. You rushing about all excitedly for your first Hall of Fame, perfume and hairspray filling the air, me complaining about how uncomfortable I was in a tux while you looked ravishing, as usual. You know, back when we were going together."

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I looked away feeling slightly uncomfortable with where this was going.

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"I was right." Phil laughed, trying to relieve the tension. "I am uncomfortable and you do look ravishing."

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The room fell into silence. I wasn't sure what to say, whether I should even say anything or not.

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"But anyway," Phil spoke, breaking the silence. "I just wanted to stop by and give you this. I bought it a while back especially for tonight."

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He stepped towards me holding a black box in his hand. He opened it and pulled out a pendant, holding it in his hand he lifted it up for me to see. It was a plain silver chain with a heart that hung at the bottom. Not a perfectly straight heart, but one that was asymmetrical. It had delicate thorned branches spiralling on the inside of the heart, and nearing the centre petals twisting to forming a rose. It was simply beautiful. I eyed the piece with my mouth slightly agape, in awe of how much I already loved it.

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"Allow me." Phil spoke moving towards me.

"No." I stopped him. He frowned. "It's beautiful Phil, really. And I'm touched but I can't accept it."

"Yes, you can." He smiled.

"Phil, I can't. That must have cost a lot of money, I can't just take a gift like that. It's too much."

"Scarlett, I bought this when we were together. If I hadn't been saving it for tonight you would have had it already. Besides, it's a custom make so I can't bring it back."

"Custom make?"

"Yeah, it's made for you. I designed it. It's one of a kind. Like you. So if you don't take it it'll just be sitting in my place gathering dust. You'd be doing me a favour." He gave me his pleading, puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

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I smiled as he stuck out his bottom lip for effect.

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"It wouldn't be right for me to take it." I spoke staring at the necklace. Part of my mind yelling at me to just accept it and say thank you, while the other part worried about what it would mean if I did.

"Right, shite." He laughed. "It would be wrong for this little baby here not to go to the ball it's been waiting six months to get to."

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He walked forward and moved behind me, sweeping my hair all over to my right shoulder. I stood perfectly still as I felt his hand graze the skin of my collarbone as he placed the pendant around my neck. I closed my eyes as his warm breath tickled my ear. Once the chain was secured he placed his hands on my shoulders and gently turned me towards the mirror. I opened my eyes and took in the view in front of me. The necklace looked in place with the rest of my outfit, sitting perfectly atop the valley of my breasts. Once I tore my eyes away from the silver piece I drew my eyes up the mirror to see Phil behind me. His eyes were closed and his face was buried in my hair. There was a look of contentment upon his face, with a hint of sadness. I swallowed hard to keep myself together.

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"See, what did I tell you?" Phil spoke startling me as I locked eyes with him in the reflection of the mirror. "Perfect."

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I went to open my mouth to speak but he cut me off.

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"And before you say anything to refute that just let me say that I know we're not together any more. And I'm not trying to buy you back with this. This is simply a left over gift from our time together and I just thought you should have it. So please, accept my gift."

"I don't know what to say. Thank you Phil."

"You're welcome Scarlett." He smiled.

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We remained like that for a few moments before he awkwardly coughed and moved away from me.

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"Anyway, I'd better get going."

"Yeah." I spoke, my throat suddenly dry.

"Unless you need a date for tonight?"

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My eyes went wide and my mouth hung slightly open. He completely caught me off guard.

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"Relax Scarlett. I'm kidding." He laughed. "I got the company memo."

"Oh." I said relieved. "Wait, memo?"

"I'll see you later."

"Yeah, bye. Thanks again."

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And with that he left. I looked at the clock and pulled myself together, quickly picking up my purse and checking I hadn't forgot anything before I sent a quick text to Nattie and headed out the door.

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I arrived at Nattie and Beth's room where the rest of the Divas were meeting up. We sipped on champagne and complimented each other on our dresses while we impatiently waited for our time to leave. Soon enough that time arrived, we all made our way downstairs to the lobby to meet up with the rest of the roster. Everyone looked amazing, the men in their suits and ties, the women in their extravagant gowns, even Big Show and Khali pulled off the James Bond look.

I made my way over to small group of superstars, tapping one of the shoulder.

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"Theodore, why don't you look handsome." I smiled.

"Scarlett, you scrub up well yourself."

"Thanks. I think." I replied.

"I'm glad you're here. Mom wants a photo of us."

"You're kidding? Didn't she get enough of this at our proms?"

"Apparently not. Now suck in your belly while I get someone to take the photo."

"I will if you will, chub." I replied slightly offended by his jokey remark.

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Ted came back a second later and wrapped his arm around my waist as Cody prepared to take the picture.

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"Ready? After three, say testicles." Cody spoke. "One – Two – Three..."

"Testicles." Ted and I said in unison as we laughed.

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With the photo taken Ted walked Cody to retrieve his camera.

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"Dude, testicles?"

"Cheese is so last century." The younger man quipped.

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We were whisked away to our destination, the venue for the Hall of Fame ceremony. As soon as we arrived I saw hoards of fans and photographers. Stepping our of the vehicle and onto the red carpet I felt like an A-list celebrity smiling for the cameras and waving to the fans. A few of us stopped to sign autographs, that's when they started asking where Randy was. As if by magic he appeared beside me, quashing all their questions on his whereabouts. We signed a few more before we proceeded along the carpet.

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"You look amazing." He spoke lowly for only me to hear.

"Thanks, so do you." I replied.

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Once we got inside the venue I could see some of the older generation of wrestlers; Kevin Nash, Tony Atlas, Diamond Dallas Page, The Sheik, and more of my colleagues. There was also a few event organisers directing people to their seats. Just as I was approaching one of them I was beckoned over by Paul, better known as Triple H. I looked behind me to make sure I wasn't mistaken and he had called someone else, but then I heard my name being called and felt a hand on my back. I turned to see Randy guiding me over to where Paul was standing.

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"Evening." He greeted. "Slight change of plan for this evening. Shane wants to maintain all the work you guys have put in recently with keeping up kayfabe, so Scarlett you're going to be sitting up front with Randy tonight. I'll make sure your dates get seated with the rest of the roster."

"I don't have a date." I replied.

"Me neither." Said Randy.

"Oh well that just makes this easier." Paul smiled, "Sylvia here will show you to your seats. Enjoy the evening."

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Randy and I proceeded to follow Sylvia when Paul spoke causing us to pause.

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"Oh by the way, you're looking very lady like tonight Ms DiBiase." He quipped.

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It had always been a running joke my lack of girlishness. I should have expected a few jabs tonight.

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"Hey, what about me?" Randy asked.

"You always look like a lady, Randall." He replied smiling.

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We arrived at our seats and sat down. We chatting for a little while as the rest of the place began to fill up. I was speaking to Sheamus behind me when I felt the seat next to me become occupied. In my peripheral vision I saw Randy's body stiffen slightly, curiously got the better of me so I ended my conversation and turned around in my seat. I turned to my right and met the all too familiar hazel eyes. He smiled at me brightly but I couldn't tell if it was a 'I'm just as surprised as you are' smile or a 'I thought I'd make this night even more awkward' smile. Either way, the temperature dropped about twenty degrees.

To say the tension was thick would be an understatement. Even a chainsaw would have trouble puncturing the thick icy atmosphere. But the show must go on so to speak. With cameras recording the night any traces of hostility or uneasiness would be picked up on. Our acting faces were needed. I straightened up and plastered a smile on my face, sending Randy a look to do the same. I didn't need to send Phil a look, his face still adorned that Cheshire smile, which in itself kind of looked out of place. Not that Phil didn't smile, he did quite a lot actually. CM Punk however didn't. Not unless he was plotting something. I hoped this was Phil sitting beside me smiling and not CM Punk scheming.

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As the ceremony drew to a close everyone made their way back to the hotel and to their largest function room, which had been hired for the night. The after party was where the real fun could begin.

During the ceremony when the camera had panned the front row Randy had held my hand, totally kayfabe. I didn't think nothing of it. It was when Phil placed his hand on my knee that I was startled. Not only by the physical contact but by the fact he was doing this so openly in front of our colleagues, the fans and the cameras. I can only assume he saw Randy pick up my hand and thought it would be funny to act up. I was able to move my left aside, causing his hand to fall. This only elicited another smile from the straight edge superstar. Throughout the night I found myself constantly finding a new way to shift naturally and subtly to remove his hand from my leg and my hand. It had been a stressful night, not only did I want to avoid any bickering or God forbid fighting from both men but I also wanted to avoid any repercussion from the big wigs for this unprofessional behaviour. Especially with Wrestlemania in less than twenty four hours.

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The champagne was flowing and I found myself chugging glass after glass, trying to relieve the knots in my stomach. It worked. After seven glasses I was buzzing. I made small talk with a few of the Divas and mingled a little, stopping to speak to Dusty Rhodes who was also in attendance, before I found myself a seat and dropped myself into it. My feet were killing me. Clearly whoever made these shoes hated women and wanted to inflict a lot of pain on them. A man no doubt. I cursed the creator and wished him a very slow and very painful death as I slipped off my shoe and pressed by bare foot into the plush carpet for comfort.

Ted brought me over a whiskey and one for himself, which we sank in perfect sync before he dashed off asking Eve for a dance. I helped myself to another glass of champagne enjoying the bubbles on this occasion. Shortly after I began my eighth glass, sipping this time, I was joined by Mr Leg Groper himself.

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"Good night?" He asked sipping on a glass of orange juice.

"Apart from being manhandled all night and the searing pain in my feet? Yeah, I'd say it was a top night." I replied.

"Manhandled? I wouldn't call Orton a man."

"I meant you."

"Now there is a real man. None of that fake tanned, watered down, man-boy wannabe stock. I'm the real deal." He smirked.

"Please, let's not do this now." I sighed.

"I'm not starting anything, I'm just saying."

"Well can you please 'just say' another night? I haven't got the energy for another argument." I spoke raising my hand to my forehead, suddenly feeling woozy.

"That's what happens when you guzzle down your weight in expensive champagne."

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I slipped my shoe back on and stood up abruptly, ignoring the seasick feeling washing over me I trudged towards the exit. My good mood had been spoiled and I didn't really feel like staying any longer. I walked unsteadily towards the elevator. It wasn't the alcohol in my system making me stumble. It seemed giving my foot those few minutes of release from my torturous shoe was a bad idea. Now it was refusing to walk in the contraption without a fight. I made a mental note to never wear pretty shoes again.

The elevator dinged and I stepped inside, turning around I saw Phil heading in my direction. I reached out to hit the 'close doors' button when I saw Randy exit the function room a moment later. I debated what to do before the pacifist in me allowed Phil to step onto the elevator with me before I shot Randy a reassuring, hitting the button. The last thing anyone needed was those two having a confrontation in the lobby. Especially with fans and cameras about. As much as I knew Phil was going to annoy me it was better than the three of us getting fired.

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The elevator ride was silent, Phil didn't utter a word. I kept my eyes trained ahead on the glowing numbers above the doors but I could feel his gaze on me. The fact that he had not pressed a floor number was not lost on me, neither was the fact that I knew my floor only consisted of Divas. So unless he was now bunking with Kelly I was sure he wasn't done with me for the night.

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I stepped off the elevator and hobbled as fast as I could in the direction of my room. My fast pace didn't change anything, a pensioner with a zimmer frame could have caught up with me. Reaching my room I opened my bag and rooted about, searching for my key card. Considering there wasn't many contents of the small bag it shouldn't have taken me long, but in my flustered state and Phil leaning against my door frame with an amused look on his face didn't help matters. When I finally wrapped my hands around the card I quickly put it in the lock and opened the door slightly before letting myself in and going to close it behind me. Before I got the chance to close it however, a foot so very rudely lodged itself between the door and the wooden frame.

Exasperatedly I pulled the door open a little more and glared at the dark haired man who was annoyingly still smiling.

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"What?" I demanded.

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He didn't answer me. He simply pushed the door with his hand and entered my room. I let out a scoff of disbelief before throwing my bag on the bed and turning to look at him with my hand on my hip.

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"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"Making myself at home. What does it look like?" He replied nonchalantly as he sat on a chair and kicked his feet up on the bed.

"It looks like you're testing my patience. I want you to leave."

"And I want Rocket From The Crypt to get back together. But we don't always get what we want."

"They're playing a reunion tour in 2013 so I guess we can. You can go now." I replied pointing to the still open door.

"Why? Are you feeling a little woozy? Stomach churning? Are you gonna hurl?" He asked, a dangerous glint in his eye.

"So you're here to lecture me?" I asked slamming the door. "Well go ahead. Not like it's something I haven't heard a million times before."

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I kicked off my shoes and moved closer to where he was sitting, standing just a few feet from him.

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"Go ahead Dr Phil," I spat. "Preach. Climb up there on your high horse. You sure do love the view up there."

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He chuckled but I could see his jaw tense slightly. While I didn't like to be called childish, Phil didn't like to he called a preacher. Even if he did have a habit of lecturing people. I knew it would irritate him, I was hoping I could annoy him enough that he would just walk away.

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"What's wrong?" I asked moving closer. "No new sermons for me?"

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I could see my pushing was beginning to have an effect on him. His smile was faltering.

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"Or did you leave your scriptures in you pulpit?" I snapped as I pushed his feet off my bed.

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His feet didn't even get to fall. With agility he sat forward in the chair and grabbed my hands, pulling me down to sit on the bed facing him. He pulled the seat forward as he positioned his bended legs on either side of me so that I was trapped in my current position.

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"Do not call me a preacher." He demanded, the anger in his voice clear as day.

"Then don't preach at me." I replied through gritted teeth.

"I wasn't preaching just..." He trailed off.

"Just lecturing?" I asked with my brow raised.

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He let out an audible growl.

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"You're impossible." He snapped clenching his jaw.

"Yeah, cause you're a real picnic yourself."

"Petulant child."

"Stuck up asshole."

"Immature brat."

"Hmph." I scoffed. "You're one to talk."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come off. The way you were getting on tonight. And you call me childish." I said disgusted.

"That." He spoke. "Was a bit of fun."

"That." I replied imitating him. "Is sexual harassment."

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He rolled his eyes disbelievingly with a "Yeah, right."

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"So if Jericho came up to me and started touching knee, pawing at my thigh, that would be acceptable?"

"No." He frowned. "Why? Did he? Just tell me and I'll..."

"I think I've proven my point."

"That's completely different."

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Because you're not his girlfriend." He yelled.

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I looked down solemnly for a moment before lifting my gaze back to him.

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"I'm not yours either Phil."

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He caught my eye and I saw hurt marring his beautiful features. I felt a pang of guilt. But it had to be said. It was true. We were no long together. Maybe now it had been said he could start to accept it and he could calm down, get back to normal.

The room was dredged into an eerie silence. Neither of us speaking or moving. I was beginning to get a little antsy at the stillness, my stomach knotting, trying to predict what would happen next.

Phil stood up suddenly, throwing the chair back roughly in the process. The sound of the chair hitting the wall caused me to jump with a shriek.

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"Do you think I don't know that?" He yelled. "Do you think I need reminding?"

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I looked away from him as he started pacing up and down the room.

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"It's not like everywhere I turn I have it thrown in my face. Oh no wait, it is. Isn't it enough that you broke my..." He paused. "But did you have to move on so fast?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked confused.

"Oh don't come off all the innocent here. You and Orton!"

"For the last time there is no me and Randy!"

"Don't lie Scarlett. Do you really expect me to believe that? With you both rubbing it in my face at every chance you get?"

"I'm not lying." I protested. "And how I can rub a non-existent relationship in your face?"

"So what was all that tonight? I didn't see you slapping his hand away." He gritted his teeth.

"That was acting. Keeping up the pretence for the fans. You know, our job."

"Well if that was acting you both deserve an Oscar." He spat.

"I've had enough of this. I don't have to explain myself to you."

"So you admit you have something to explain?" He asked.

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I looked at him, his eyes were wide. There was wildness in them that chilled me. He looked like he could snap at any moment.

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"I think you should leave." I spoke never taking my eyes off him.

"Not until you admit it."

"I want you to leave."

"Admit it!" He spoke more forcefully moving towards me as he grabbed me roughly by my upper arms.

"Phil, I won't ask you again."

"ADMIT IT!" He screamed letting go to reach beside him and throw a lamp across the room.

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I screamed and ducked as it passed by me, smashing against the hotel room door. I looked at him with a mixture of shock and terror. He took a step forward and I immediately side stepped him, running into the safety of the bathroom and locking the door behind me with a sob. As I closed the door I could see him coming towards me. I threw my body against it. He pounded on the door, my body shook with every beat of his fist as I pushed myself against it harder, hoping to keep him out.

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"Unlock the door." He said much quieter.

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When I didn't reply he punched the wood.

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"Open the door Scarlett."

"No!" I yelled.

"I said open the fucking door!" He screamed.

"So you can throw another lamp at me? I think I'll stay in here with the luffa where it's safe."

"I didn't mean to throw that. It was an accident. I'm sorry. Please come out so we can finish talking."

"What if you have another 'accident'? What if I don't duck in time? There is not a chance in hell of me opening this door."

"Don't do this Scarlett. Don't act like a child." He spoke slowly, and judging by the vibrations on the wood he was resting his head on the door.

"That won't work on me this time. I'd rather be a child in here than a bloody mess out there."

"I promise I won't throw anything else. Even let me in there."

"In a confined space with razors and a large glass mirror? I don't think so."

"What do you think I'm going to do?" He asked, his tone incredulous.

"The same thing you started out there."

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A large bang hit the door, I think it was his head, before I heard thud after thud, smash after smash. Each sound causing me to flinch as I sat on the cold tiled floor with my back against the door. This went on for some time, it sounded like a hurricane was crashing through my room. After what I guessed to be around thirty minutes of silence I heard a knock on the door. I began sobbing again at the realisation that he was never going to leave.

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"Please, just leave me alone!" I cried out through tears.

"Scarlett?" Came the unexpected concerned voice.

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I clambered to my feet and cracked open the door relieved to see a new face. I pushed the door open and stepped in my room with a towel wrapped around my shoulders. The place looked like a bomb had gone off. The closet mirror was shattered, a broken chair laying beneath it. The vanity table was torn apart, my make up strewn all over the floor. There was nothing untouched in the room, even the mattress had been pulled off the bed. I trailed my eyes across the chaos as I clutched the gentle hand that led me out of the bathroom.

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"I was walking Eve to her room when I saw your door open. Scarlett, are you OK?"

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I nodded as my lip quivered, dropping the towel slightly as I surveyed the mess.

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"What happened?"

"Nothing." I whispered.

"You must have had a really restless sleep." He joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Seriously though, you need to tell me what happened? Why are you bleeding?"

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I turned to where he was gesturing to, the back of my shoulder was stained with blood. A rogue piece of lamp I suspected. I took the towel off to see how much blood was on that, there was quite a bit.

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"And what happened to you arms?"

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I glanced down and bruises forming on my upper arms. One thumb sized bruise at the front of each arm, I didn't need to see the back to know there were four more.

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"They look like hand prints. Scarlett, please. Tell me what happened." He pleaded.

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I looked up at him, my eyes brimming with tears and my lip shaking.

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"Phil." I spoke. "Phil happened."

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Jericho wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed against his chest. He rubbed his hand gently up and down my back in a soothing motion until I stopped. He helped me gather some of my things together, my phone, purse, whatever I could find and brought me to Nattie's room. He left me in her capable hands. She gave me something to sleep in and I changed out of my beautiful gown before we sat on the bed and I told her everything that had happened. How I had taken the sweetest man in the world and turned him into a violent maniac.

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After a good girly chat and a bit of crying I climbed into bed exhausted. As I closed my eyes I felt my phone vibrate from beneath my pillow.

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One New Text.

From: Phil.

'Goodnight Sweetheart x'

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I'm not even going to begin on the Royal Rumble last night, except to say I'm glad to see Goldust and Jericho return. I hear Jericho has signed a contract til Wrestlemania too, should be interesting.

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Thanks for reading. Don't forget to review.

Roxxi.