Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 22 : Hayden's ring return
a/n : I've madse SO many changes for this chapter because I'm not satsified with the decisions in the past. so here is the FYI - Hayden is seventeen, alright. Tyler is eighteen, and joined the WWE a YEAR before her. He IS NOT WWE champion in this chapter like it said.. i thought it was too early for that. BUT, Hayden is still in contention for the belt she is in, she's going to be in the company for a YEAR SOON. !! I'm SORRY for all the changes, and I hope you aren't confused! Just remember HAYDEN is SEVENTEEN, TYLER is EIGHTEEN, AND NOT WWE CHAMPION, LIKE IT SAID. if you need to go back, to chapter 21 to see what's going on, I suggest you do. FYI : Hayden will be turning eighteen soon[:
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My hair rested in two french braids, and a hat on top. I stareda t my reflection and smiled. Finally, I have my wrestling gear back on. Some black sparkly short shorts, and a neon blue bra top, showing off my toned stomach. Over it, I put on my usual wrestling tee. My black sneakers were tied, and I applied a little more eyeliner to my eyes. Finally, I took one last look, and was satisfied.
I exited the bathroom, noticing Tyler and daddy practicing for tonight. I grinned, walking closer to them. My arms crossed against my chest, and eyebrow cocked up.
" Having fun?" I began, looking at the two. Meanwhile, Randy was laughing on the couch, like a total goofball.
" No, Tyler keeps adding uneccessary lines in here." Daddy replied, directly looking at him. Tyler shrugged his shoulders.
" No, I'm making it more realistic."
Daddy shook his head, taking a small breath. " You're making it sound disgusting."
" Oh come on John, its not that bad." Tyler debated, putting the paper on the table.
" Really? Well, tell Hayden what you were going to say." my dad said, as Ty simply nodded.
" Fine..." the eightreen year old began. " I said that when I see your daughter, it makes me wanna grab her into my arms, and kiss her."
" Aww!" I screeched, giving Tyler a hug. " That's so adorable."
" He's lying to you!" daddy argued, pointing at Ty. " He said that after the show he wanted to have some ' play ' time with you."
My eyes widened as I released the hug I had on Tyler, and stood away. " You have such a dirty mind."
" I know!" my dad said, glaring at Randy's son. " The only reason I didn't kick his ass was because Randy held me back."
I rose an eyebrow, shaking my head. " Incredible, Ty, you really should watch what you say."
" I'm sorry baby, I just love getting on John's nerves." he burst into laughter, at my father's face.
" Yeah, it is pretty funny." Randy added in, regaining his focus.
I nodded my head, and stood in front of my dad. I can tell you right now, I did not inherit his height. I'm the shortest around, standing proud at 5'3". Everyone makes fun of me for it, including Tyler, Randy, and my dad. It pisses me of sometimes being short, but I learn to deal with it.
" Alright, well, my match is up next." I stated, checking the time, it read 9:30. " See you later."
" Good Luck Hayden." my dad said, giving me a supportive hug. I nodded, releasing his grip, and soon getting grabbed by Tyler. He tightly hugged me, and a smile was on his face. I giggled slightly, as my dad rolled his eyes at our little ' lovey dovey' moments.
" Kick Ass, baby." he told me.
" Trust me I will." I responded, giving him a peck on the lips.
" What? I don't get anything?" Randy asked, as I was about to leave.
" Oh yeah, bye doofus."
" Thanks!" I heard him call out, once I shut the door.
Walking down the hallway, cracking my neck, and shaking away the usual nerves that would hit my body, before a match, Todd Grisham stopped my tracks. I smiled at him, and the camera was rolling, promo time.
" Hayden, you're back after being gone for two months because of an arm injury." he played along. " How does it feel? Ready for your match?"
I nodded, giving a healthy sigh. " How are you Todd? Long time no see..how's life? Okay, well, I shouldn't be asking you that right now... anyway, I feel great, my arm is one hundred percent clear, and I'm back to kick some butt. My oppenent better be prepared because I'm pumped."
" Good Luck.." he wished me, as I patted his back, and made my way off the camera.
I strutted down the hall, and reached the curtain. I jumped up and down, warming up for the match . I heard Kelly Kelly's annoying voice talk about how she thinks its pointless that she's wrestling me, because she already has the match won. Oh please, she's had it easy the past couple of weeks, I hope she's ready for me.. from the looks of it, she sounds pretty confident. " Come on you little girl, get out here now. So I can finish you up." I heard her say, that was it.
Through the speakers, blared out my theme song " Rockstar" by Prima J. The crowd was on their feet, once I came through that curtain. I stood in their presence for a few moments, sucking in the moment. I brightly smiled, showing off the dimples I inherited from my father, and began hyping up the crowd. I went toward one side and slapped their hands, and went to the other side, doing the same thing. I rose an eyebrow, waving at Kelly.
I slid into the ring, and immediatly ran into the middle of the ring, lifting my hands up, I pointed to each section of the arena, and blew random kisses. Kelly bad eyed me, with her pink eyeshadow brightning her blue eyes. Doesn't she look like her real name today, Barbie. The two of us faced off, she was taller than me by a couple of inches, and she sure had a way of making herself tall..
" Ready to get your ass beat.." she silently said with a devious smirk. I rolled my eyes, shoving her to the ground.
I shrugged my shoulders. " Woops."
She immediatly got up from the floor, and gave me a punch to the side of the face. I lost my posture for a small second, and regained it by spearing her to the side of the turnbuckle. The crowd chanted, as I landed sweet punches on her perfect little face. I heard her little squeals, as she tried to block most of my punches. The ref counted to four, prying me off the Blonde. I held my lip, wiping some saliva which dripped from the corner. She carefully stood up, hanging off the turnbuckles. I ran toward her, clotheslining her to the third turnbuckle. I kicked her in the gut several times, until she took a hold of my leg and smashed me to the floor. I held my face, damn that was hard. I felt her new found strength, lift me up for a suplex right in the middle of the ring. I took deep breathes, the wind just got knocked out of me. The arena booed at Kelly, and I had a feeling she was climbing up the top turnbuckle. I crawled up, only to be hit with a major frogsplash. She put me in for the pin. " 1,2--" I kicked out with the remaining energy I had, and I heard her scream in frustration. She grabbed me by the braids in my hair, and pulled me in for a DDT. Damnit, I need to retaliate. Here we go, instead of her DDT, I reversed it to a backcracker, like Carlito used to have. That must have killed her. My legs shook, as I tried went to the top turnbuckle.
The crowd went crazy while, I set myself up for my finishing move. I stood up on the turnbuckle, and did a backflip split on Kelly's head, also known as the Haydinizer. The crowd was on their feet, and I placed her in a cradle pin. The referee came down with the " 1,2,3!" Ding, Ding, Ding,
I rested on my knees, burrowing my face into my hands, I'm number one contender. " Hayden" chants were sent across this huge arena, and I could feel the Ref put his hand on my shoulder asking me if I was alright. I nodded, forcing myself up from the floor. The referee held my hand in victory, and smile came across my face. My music was playing, and I got a hold of a microphone. I stood in the ring, alone, waiting for some silence. But, I knew that wasn't going to happen.
" Hey all you wrestling fans in Boston Massachussetts!" I yelled through the microphone, causing much more commotion.
" Well, I must say that I'm proud to be back.." I said, taking more breathes. " And, I hope you're happy I'm back too, am I right?"
" I promise, I'm not going anywhere, no one is going to take me out of action with a lazy injury like the last. I'm gonna become you're Women's Ch-"
Interuppting my speech, was the familiar music everyone hated... I glanced at the ramp, and saw him appear through the curtain. I rolled my eyes, putting my hands over my hips. The crowd booed upon seeing him, and he simply scoffed at them, and entered the ring. He got his own mic, and stared me up and down. I thought our promo was after the match, when I go back to lockeroom, this can't be right? or can it?
" Hayden Cena is finally back." he said, walking around the ring. " Just great..."
I rose an eyebrow, listening to his little rants...
" I mean, come on, why would we want you to come back?" he asked. " Seriously babe, don't you have something better to do, like pose for some little magazine or something."
Ouch, I didn't expect that to come out of his mouth. Smiling, I lifted the mic up to my lips.
" You're so funny, I mean you just crack me up in laughter." I responded. " And I don't do magazine covers, you do. Did you all see the cover for the new Playgirl magazine! Mr. Orton over here graced it.. you looked so adorable by the way, in the little thong."
The crowd burst into varieties of laughters, and the only thing Tyler did was give me a death glare.
" I guess you get that pathetic sense of humor from your no talent father?" he shot back.
" Excuse me? Who are you to say my father has no talent?" I stepped closer to him, feeling insulted. " I think you mean your father."
" No, sweetheart, my dad had talent, he beat your dad to the floor if you remember." he reminisced that day. Tough day for all of us. My dad and Randy couldn't talk to each other at all throughout the couple of weeks before that paperview, they were far too concerned with the match, and beating the shit out of each other. Sadly, Ty's dad lost, and my father kept his belt.
" Yeah, and my dad kicked Randy's ass." I said. " Like every other person has."
" I really didn't come out here to discuss our father's rivalries." he changed the subject. " I just want you out the ring."
" I really don't think you have the authority to kick me out the ring, Orton." I said with a grin.
" Well, your pointless match is over, so now its my time." he simply answered. " now get you're ass out of the ring."
That was it, the crowd went wild, as I stood close to Tyler, with anger flaming through my eyes.
" Make me!" I seriously taunted, throwing the microphone down.
" Okay.." he threw his mic down, and he grabbed my arm, ready to lift me up.. however, I slapped him hard in the face, causing him to let go of the grip. This isn't supposed to be happening, what the hell? This wasn't in my script... I'm deeply confused. Tyler held his face, and smirked. As I began to walk away, I felt a pull on the waist, and his grip was tight.
" Let the fuck go." I silently said, as Tyler shook his head. " What the hell?"
" Baby.." he whispered in my ear, as he lifted me up in the air.
I screamed with anger, as he was about to throw me down. The crowd jumped off the seats, when another familiar face slid into the ring, attacking Tyler to the floor. I backed up into the turnbuckle, grabbing onto my head..and staring at the emerging fight in the center of the ring. There, I saw Cody Rhodes on top of Ty punching him to death, I just stared with confusion, is this really happening? I expected for them to come out, but not this week, especially the week I'm back. Tyler slid out of the ring, staring at him with shock. I glanced at Tyler, and back to the man standing in the middle of the ring.
I shook my head, as he began coming towards me. However, I slid out of the ring, giving him confused stares. The arena blasted with shocked gasps, and cheers. I turned around, and walked up the ramp, back to the curtain. The show went off for a commercial, and at the curtain waiting for me was my boyfriend. I gave him a sturdy look, and shoved my way past him. I felt him behind me, and his hand lightly pull my arm toward him. I twirled around, facing his concerned face.
" Are you okay?" he asked. " Did I hit you too hard or something?"
" No..why didn't you tell me you had a segment after my match?"
He shrugged his shoulders, looking down at the gray floor. " I dunno, Vince told me it was supposed to be the suprise of the usual storyline crap. You know when you wing your own shit and stuff. He wanted me to go out their, to begin our little feud."
" When exactly did he tell you to do that?" I sighed, rubbing my neck.
" Er, once you left.."
Nodding my head, I took a notice of his ' sad ' face. " Alright, give me a hug."
His arms wrapped around me, and we shared a hug in the middle of all the rough commotion. He linked his hand with my own, and we walked down the corridor, back to spend some time together. For the rest of the show, we walked around fooling around. We talked the whole way, about the most silliest things, and things that happened to us during the time we were apart. Entering the room, there we saw my dad smooching with his fiancee, Ashley Massaro.
" What a show!" Tyler broke their liplock, and the couple turned to us.
My dad's face turned red, and he cleared his throat. " Oh hey guys."
" Ashley Massaro." I said her full name, running to her for a hug.
" Finally you're back. I've missed you so much." she laughed, looking at me. " Great match, by the way."
" Thanks, not too hard."
She nodded, patting her hair down. " How was your last two months of break?"
" Eh, they were nice, got to spend some time with my mom, Gavin, and little Aiden."
" Oh my god, is he ever coming around here?" Ashley smiled, she loved that little kid. " He's so adorable."
" I hope not." Tyler added in. " That kid hates me with a passion. He draws on posters of me, and calls me names."
I slapped Tyler upside the head, rolling my eyes.
" Hey---" he complained. " What was that for?"
" Making fun of my bro." I hollered at his remark, only to receive his puppy dog eyes. " Stop that."
" Daddy, see my match?" I asked him, plopping down alongside of him.
He nodded, giving me a side hug. " Good Job, that finishing move kills everyone. And, thanks for defending me out there, because some people around here don't have respect for the Dr. Of Thuganomics."
" Shut up John, it was for show." the Orton butted it, only to get a look from my father.
" Sure Tyler, remember I don't forget comments like that." my dad warned, standing up from the couch. " Babygirl, Ash and I are going out to eat, if you want you can go out too, here's the key, and, be back by one, don't stay out like you did the last time you were here."
" I know daddy, I think we're just going to hang out at Alexa's room." I figured, I'm not really in the mood to go out anywhere. " Is that cool?"
" Yeah, no problem." he nodded, grabbing his bags, and putting an arm around the Punk. " I'll see you later."
" Bye Ash." I gave her a hug, and the same for my dad. " Have fun, Daddy. "
" Tyler, behave." those were the last words my dad stated, before leaving our sight.
Tyler threw himself on the couch, and sighed. " Your dad scares me sometimes."
" I know, its pretty funny." I joked, his jaw dropped slightly.
He stood up from the couch, and looked down at me. " I'm gonna go see Alexa and Mike, tell them we're staying in for the night at their hotel, and I'm gonna take a shower, pick you up in fifteen minutes?"
I nodded, leaning up for a kiss on the cheek. " See you in fifteen."
He smiled, leaving the lockeroom. His smile was always there for me, never would it leave my mind. I felt butterflies sprout in my stomach, he always gave me this feeling, even if we were together for one year.
I went to the bathroom and took a nice refreshing shower, and wrapped a towel around my body. I took out some clothes, ready to put them on. I slapped on a black teeshirt with a skull in the middle some jean shorts, and my Nikes Sneakers. I brushed my brunette hair, and kept it down to dry naturaly. Finally, I put on a dab of eyeliner, and concealer. I grabbed my bags, and saw Tyler waiting in the room, all done and ready. I always wonder how he can get ready so fast. He had on some jeans, and a beige teeshirt, bringing out his muscular body. I smiled, and he got up from the couch.
" Ready?"
" Yeah.. lets go." I agreed, and we made our way to the hotel.
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Alexa's hotel room. 12:30
I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to peak through the holes. I really want to know the guys got to pick the movie this time. Not to self: never let the guys pick the movies, most likely you'll be scared half to death watching their flicks. Ew, why would they do that, I don't understand how someone could get trapped in something like that. I held the covers up, lifting them up to my face. It was dark in the room, and the only thing you could hear was the loud horror flick, and Alexa making out with Mike on the floor. Meanwhile, I was too concentrated on the movie, partly covering my eyes. I glanced over at Tyler, and saw him all into the movie.
As the man was being squished my the huge trap of death, the guy next to me cracked a laugh. Staring at him, he looked at me, with an amused face.
" Can you tell me how you find this funny?"
He shrugged his shoulders, turning his attention to me. " I don't know, I just find it that way. Like you find saying that I was in Playgirl magazine"
" Sorry about that, but I needed a comback, for your little comment." I apologized, and went back to the orignial subject. " And, Ty, the poor man is getting crushed into bloody gushing pieces, and all you do is laugh?"
He nodded, with a grin on his face. " Are you scared or something?"
" N-no.." I stuttered, as the woman in the movie screamed bloody murder.
I jumped with fright, and heard Tyler begin to laugh again. With a glare, he stopped, bringing me closer to him.
" Relax, baby it's just a movie." he comforted. " Don't worry, I'm here, just in case JigSaw wants to murder you."
" You seriously aren't funny Tyler." I said, looking up at him..
I heard a loud moan come from the floor, ew. Alexa was on top of Mike, ready to pull his shirt off. " Oh Mike."
" Stop it you have people here remember!" exclaimed the eighteen year old.
Alexa peered up at her cousin, and shook her head. " Shut up Ty."
" Go to the bed over there if you wanna get freaky."
" Okay, sweetie lets go." Mike got up from the floor, taking breathes.
On the contrary, Alexa pulled him down to the floor, slamming him next to her. " no, we're staying here, okay?"
" Mhm.." he seemed scared at her actions, and did as he was told.
I silently laughed, as Tyler tightened his arms around my waist, and I had the urge to kiss him. I grabbed his face, and gave him a sensual kiss on the lips. He was taken back for a moment, until I felt his lips move against mine. A quiet moan of pleasure escaped his lips, when I bit his bottom lip, the soft spot. After a good five minutes of making out, I broke the kiss, and simply lay my head on his hard chest.
" Thanks for the kiss." he told me, as the suspense of the movie built. " Now cover your eyes."
" What why?" I asked, not giving him a look... then, the man in the movie struggled to get his way out, only to be burned.
" That's why."
"Thanks for the warning."
" No problem..."
I rolled my eyes, closing them , I wasn't going to continue to watch this any longer. Instead, I just fell asleep like I always did.
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hope you liked the chapter, thanks for all those reviews for the last chapter!
xoxo Michelle.