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A/N:I apologise for the long delay. I will leave my excuses until the end of the chapter and let you get on reading if you're still following this story.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the OC. Everything and everyone else belongs to themselves. This is a complete work of fiction.

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Chapter 34: The Big Bad Wolf.

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It was a restless night. I spent most of the time tossing and turning, flinching every time I heard a noise, but I had managed to drift off for a few hours of much needed sleep. I was up, showered and dressed by the time 9am rolled around. Today was Wrestlemania Day, which meant there were things to be done, people to talk to, fans to meet and matches to go over. The most important day of the year and I'd be damned if I was going to let my own personal drama get in the way of my job.

Speaking of drama... That's what I'm going to call last night, Drama. With a capital D. Because right now I don't really have the time nor the energy to think about or deal with it in it's entirety. The main concern I had was the state of my hotel room but I would tackle that problem after breakfast. Not that I was really in the mood to eat but Jericho had called me a little after 9am and invited me. I had wanted to decline, he'd want to talk about what happened and that was really something I wanted to avoid for as long as possible, but he had been brilliant and I at least owed him a thank you, so I agreed.

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I walked into the small café and looked for the familiar face, making a beeline when I spotted him. I had agreed to breakfast with one condition – not in the hotel. Too many co-workers, friends, brothers, ex boyfriends. If we had to talk about the Drama then I didn't want anyone else overhearing.

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"Hey." He smiled as I took as seat across from him.

"Hi." I replied with a tight lipped smile of my own.

"Sleep well?" He asked.

"Yep" I lied, "You?"

"Yeah."

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The waitress came over saving us from awkward small talk. We ordered, when she left Jericho decided to speak again.

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"How are you?"

"I'm-" I began to say before being interrupted.

"And I mean the real answer, not the bullshit one. Cause I can smell bullshit a mile off."

"Ever thought that you talk so much bullshit yourself the smell just lingers on you?"

"It had crossed my mind but my bullshit smells different from regular bullshit."

"What like Eau de Jeri-shit?"

"Precisely." He laughed, "Now, back to my question."

"I'm fine."

"Beep, Beep, Beep... My bullshit detector is going off."

"Your bullshit detector is defective." He raised an eyebrow. "Really, I'm fine."

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He was about to protest when the waitress came back with our meals. We thanked her and she left, I stuck a forkful of my egg white omelette in my mouth to save me from having to speak again.

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"Scarlett, you don't have to pretend with me." He said, obviously not letting me off.

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I swallowed my food and looked him in the eyes.

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"Chris, honestly I am fine. I'm not pretending or in denial, I know exactly what happened and I will deal with it, just not today. With Wrestlemania tonight, it's hectic enough without adding more stress to the mix. When I get back to the hotel I'm going to sort out my room issue and hope that they don't kick me out for the damage. Then I'm going to focus on tonight and my match. Everything else can wait for tomorrow."

"Smart plan."

"Thank you." I replied tucking into more of my omelette.

"But I already have your 'room issue' sorted."

"What?" I asked, mouth full.

"Yeah, I talked to the management last night. I told them about your room, spun them a lie about overzealous party goers, mistaken hotel room, yadda, yadda. I was able to convince them not to bill the company for the damages, or even tell them about it. They agreed that as long as the bill is covered in full then they don't need to involve WWE."

"How... You... Why..." I trailed off, stuck for words.

"I'm Chris Jericho. I'm that good." He smirked, as he ate his own breakfast.

"Chris... I..." I sighed, "I can't believe you did that. That's a weight off my mind. I could kiss you, you marvellous man."

"Feel free to any time." He winked.

"Thank you Chris. Really. And not just for this, though this is amazing, but for last night too."

"That's what friends are for. See, being friends with the sexy beast comes with a perk."

"And there was me hoping the perk was mind blowing sex. Gosh darn it."

"What?.. Wait...no...there's two perks..."

"Too late."

"But there's two perks...!"

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We walked the short distance back to the hotel together, the whole way I was laughing which surprised me. That morning I didn't think I would ever laugh again and yet here I was cackling like a witch at the random shit coming out of Chris Jericho's mouth. It felt nice to forget the rest of the world for a little while.

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Back at the hotel I grabbed my stuff from Nattie's room, paid my enormous room bill and made my way to Axxess. After spending a few hours interacting with the fans we all arrived at the arena for Wrestlemania preparations. Backstage was quiet at first but the closer it got to show time, the more chaotic it got. Stage-hands were running around making sure everything was set, Superstars were warming up, Divas getting their make up done and scripts were being gone over. It's was exciting.

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As the pre-show was kicking off Kelly and I were going over our script for the last time with our referee. When we were certain everybody knew what was going to happen we parted, and I made my way back to the locker room. I had been trying to stay out of sight as much as possible, mainly to focus on my first Wrestlemania, partly to avoid certain people. In the Divas locker room it was strictly females only. It was safe.

I had just reached the door when I saw Ted coming towards me in my peripheral vision. I thought about bolting in and pretending I didn't see him but he called my name before I could move.

"Ted, hey." I smiled as he reached me.

"Hey, where's your phone? I've been calling you."

"Oh, battery died. It's in my bag." I lied.

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I had turned my phone off after getting Phil's text last night. Jericho was only about to contact me because he knew to phone Nattie's room.

"Okay."

"Gotta go get ready, my match is in a bit."

"Scarlett, are you forgetting anything?"

"No. I don't think so." I replied confused.

"Nothing you were supposed to do today?"

"No. Ted, you're being cryptic. Spit it out."

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He just smiled smugly at me. I furrowed my brow before I heard a voice behind me.

"There you are, sweetheart."

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I turned around on the spot.

"Daddy!" I smiled with fake enthusiasm.

"Scarlett" He said throwing his arms around me, "I've miss you, darling."

"I missed you too, dad."

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I couldn't believe I forgot my father was coming out for Wrestlemania.

"We missed you at lunch, baby girl."

"I'm sorry, I forgot. My head is just-"

"Don't worry about it, honey. It's your first Wrestlemania, I completely understand."

"We'll do something tomorrow. I promise."

"Okay." He smiled. "How are you feeling? Big night."

"A bit nervous. And excited. But I know my match inside out so I'm confident."

"That's my girl. Well, we'll let you go get ready. Good luck sweetheart."

"Thanks daddy. I'll see you after."

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I bid Ted and my dad goodbye and entered the locker room.

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I was standing at the Gorilla as the match before mine drew to a close. I was bouncing on the balls of my feet, adrenaline coursing through me, Kelly was standing a few feet behind me chatting to a stage-hand. She was dressed in shimmering ruby red shorts and bikini style top with matching arm covers, black boots and knee pads. I looked down at my own attire; black leather look tights with an attached belt, black combat boots and a matching black and pink pinstriped leather top that came to just below the chest. It had a deep V cut that was halfway laced up with bight pink lace to match my hair. To top it all off I was wearing a pair of fingerless faux leather gloves. My Wrestlemania look was bad biker chick. And I loved it. Comparing my outfit with Kelly's, it was easy to see who was the good guy and who was the bad guy.

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As the other superstars exited through the Gorilla and made their way to the back, Kelly moved up beside me.

Our match was introduced.

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The Diva VS The Anti-Diva

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That's what they were calling it.

I offered her my hand and she took it.

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"Here's to a great match." I said.

"Yeah, let's give them a divas match to remember." She replied as we shook hands.

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I was glad we were able to put our personal differences aside and be professionals. Even with all of our differences, we had one thing in common, we wanted to bring the divas division back into the spotlight. Maybe we had different views for that divas division, but the goal was the same.

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My music began, I gave Kelly a tight smile before slipping through the curtain.

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"...She's My Cherry Pie..."

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I walked out onto the grandest stage of them all and had to remind myself to breathe. I had seen the arena earlier, when it was empty, but seeing it filled with people cheering, booing and making noise, was something else entirely. I carried on down the long ramp and into the ring, posing for the fans and the photographers on the turnbuckles. I jumped down just as Kelly's music began.

The blonde skipped down to the ring, smiling and clapping hands with the crowd. She slid into the ring, posed and handed the Diva's Title to the referee.

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As soon as the bell rang I launched myself and the blonde knocking her to the mat before stomping all over her back. Kelly moved to the ropes and the ref pushed me away as Kelly climbed to her feet. When she was standing I moved towards Kelly only to be met with an elbow to the face. The blonde took the opportunity to go for a roll up, nearly getting a 2 count.

Kelly pulled me up and threw me into the ropes, going for a clothesline on the rebound. I ducked under her arm and ran towards the opposite set of ropes, rebounding and hitting her with a clothesline of my own. When the blonde was flat to the mat I took the opportunity to show boat a bit, mocking the fallen fan favourite, really playing up my villainous character. As with what usually happened when the bad guy got cocky, Kelly got the upper hand with a surprise kick to the midsection as I went to continue my assault on her.

Stumbling back to one knee and holding my abdomen with my back my opponent, I ducked my head to catch a quick breath as the current champion took a hold of my hair and pulled me to my feet. The blonde proceeded to throw me into the corner before she came at me, hand standing mid run to lock her feet around my head. I pulled myself out of the corner and tried to reverse the move into a Boston Crab. As I tried to reposition her legs from around my neck, Kelly used her momentum to spin us both around, sending me flying into the opposite corner as she released her hold.

Frustrated at my failure regaining the upper hand I slapped my hands down on the canvas and let out an animalistic growl before jumping to my feet and turning my fury filled gaze on the grinning blonde across the ring.

Slowly I stepped towards her, with each step I took she took a step in the opposite direction. We were circling the ring, and with that crazed look in my eyes we were the perfect representation of predator and prey. We'd nearly made a full circle when I made my move, changing direction suddenly and landing a hard knee to the stomach. Kelly doubled over in pain, but I didn't back off. I delivered two more knees until the blonde had sunk to the mat. I continued my frenzied assault on her, pummelling, shaking and bashing her head off the mat until the referee pulled me off her.

I had lost control and the audience loved it. I calmed myself, one deep breath through bared teeth, showing the crowd that although I was no longer thrashing about uncontrollably like a wild beast just escaped from captivity, that I was still as vicious and feral.

I picked her up and hoisted her into the air, letting her drop onto my knee as I drove what air remained out of her lungs. Winded and trying to catch her breath against the ropes, Kelly was in the perfect position for me to take advantage. Like the predator in the wild, I looked at the wounded deer like a hungry wolf and took my opportunity to go in for the kill. With a boot pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, I used all my weight to push her throat against the bottom rope, cutting off her air supply and smirking as the doe eyed blonde gasped for breath.

Before the ref counted to five I broke away, but I didn't back off. I pulled my prey to her unsteady feet, she sent an elbow my way but she was repaid with another shot to the midsection as I wrapped my arm around her neck and delivered a powerful kick out DDT. The blonde's head was driven into the mat and I smirked as I rolled her limp form over, brushing the hair out of her closed eyes in a faux caring manner.

Rising to my feet, I signalled the crowd that I was going to end this match. I climbed the turnbuckle, took one last look behind me to the still unmoving blonde in red before I pushed off the ropes with my feet and launched myself backwards in a high flying moonsault. Connecting with my target I hooked her leg and smiled a twisted grin as the referee counted to three.

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My music blasted through the speakers as the crowd erupted, I couldn't differentiate between the cheers and boos, as the Divas Championship was thrust into my hands and my arm raised high. Emotion overtook me, I had done it. I barely heard my name being announced as I stared at the holy grail in my hands. I was soon shaken from my thoughts as I noticed Kelly retreat from the ring and remembered I still had to more to do.

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I motioned for a microphone and shook away my emotions, pushing myself back into bitch mode.

"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly..." I began, forcing the blonde to turn on the ramp to face me. "You're just going to limp away silently? Where's that fire, that cockiness from a few weeks ago? Oh, that's right I just stomped it out a few minutes ago."

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My eyes left Kelly briefly as I stroked my championship lovingly as it rested on my shoulder.

"Looks good on me doesn't it? Like it's got an extra spark to it now. Like it's finally on a deserving champion, like it's finally home." I smirked.

"Little Red Riding Hood went up against the Big Bad Wolf, and guess what? The Big Bad Wolf won. So let that be a lesson to all you in the back. If you think you can go up against me and get your fairytale ending, think again. Because I'll huff and I'll puff and I will knock you down."

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A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope my absence hasn't driven you all away, I know it was far longer than I had said.

Firstly let me thank you for your patience, reviews and PM's. As well as the support you have all shown this story.

I had fully intended to have this chapter up when I returned from my holiday in March, I even had the first half written before I left but as you know that didn't happen. On returning from my holiday a very close family member was taken ill suddenly. I spent the next 9 weeks at her bedside and the months since then coming to terms with the loss of someone I loved very much. If you follow me on Twitter you'll be aware of this. It's only recently that I've had something good happen to lift my spirits, and taking full advantage of that little bit of light I decided to at least try and get this chapter finished and posted.

You guys have supported my stories and given me the confidence to carry on with my wee fanfiction hobby. I knew I owed it to you to get this out. So I thank you for your patience and hope you're not terribly annoyed with me.

Thanks.

Mia.