Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 26: Here we go again.
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Leaning back on the seat, my head pressed against Tyler's shoulder. This was such a long plane ride, I don't think I can take it anymore. Its been three weeks since I found out Ashley was pregnant. She hasn't said a word to my father, nor Edge about the situation. In fact, the only person in the business, besides Alexa and I, who know is Mr.McMahon. Of course he had to know, she was one his top divas on Raw. He completely understood the ordeal, and decided to keep it confidential. However, he needed a plan to take her off television for nine months due to the pregnancy, so they made one up. Tonight, on Monday Night Raw, she was going to get suspended "indefinitely", once again. The segment is, she's going to run into Mr.McMahon, and he's going to insult her. However, she won't take it, and insult him back. That will result in a "suspension" live on television. The only problem is, no one knows she's going to get suspended, only Alexa, Mr.McMahon and I. To be honest, I wonder what she is going to tell my father, about it. I hope she tells him about the pregnancy, and the fact she had a "one night stand" with Adam Copeland a.k.a. Edge.
The plane shook, and my hand gripped tightly around Tyler's. One thing I hate about planes;the shaking. It annoys me, and scares the living daylights out of me. You would think I would get used to it, hell no. Hey, everyone has their fears, I just get to experience mine almost every single week for the past four years. Finally, the trembling stopped, calming me. In the back round, I heard Randy's voice clearly yelling. What the hell is he doing? My body sprang up, and my head popped over the seats, searching for the "Legend Killer". He was sitting next to Mickie. Apparently, they were debating about something. I can totally tell they like each other. Ever since, Torrie broke up with him, a little less than a year ago, Randy wasn't able to look at anyone. He was very upset that the blonde diva broke his heart, after everything he did for her. You wanna know what she told him? She said that she couldn't see him as a boyfriend anymore, and to her, she only sees him as a friend. What a bullshit of a lie, right? Randy sure thought it was. After a while, Randy got over the break up, and I guess laid his eyes on a much better girl, Mickie James. And I'm sure, she has the "hots" for him too. I'm a girl, I notice these things.
"What's going on?" One of the Flight Attendant's asked, making her way over to the noisy bunch.
"Nothing Ms," he smiled, "We were just talking that's all."
"Keep it down," she warned, "There are others on this plane. Please be respectful."
"No problem, our apologies." Mickie said, pinching Randy on the arm, causing him to yelp. The Flight Attendant rolled her eyes, and continued down the aisle. A quiet chuckle escaped my lips, and watched them continue their arguing much more silently. I sat back on my seat, and saw Tyler begin to wake up. He rubbed his eyes, and a small yawn left his mouth. He turned to me, and grinned;
"Hey baby,"
"Have a good nap?" I asked, smoothing out his messy brunette hair.
"Yes I did," he nodded, clearing his throat, "Did you get any sleep?"
I shook my head, "No."
"Well, why not?"
"There was to much turbulation, and your dad and Mickie are fighting."
Tyler rolled his eyes, and looked to the back of him, "Shut up you two!"
They stared at Randy's son, and flipped him off, "That's not nice, Mickie and pops,"
"Turn around Tyler," Randy ordered him, "Seriously."
"Fine." Tyler turned around, with a satisfied smirk. My head shook, and he shrugged his shoulders. A smile crept my lips, and I took a hold of his hand. Softly, I rubbed his knuckles, and he wrapped his opposite arm around me.
"What is the agenda for tonight," he asked me, "Are you hanging out with Reid?"
Is that sarcasm, or seriousness. I don't know, but it really should be seriousness. You see, I tried getting Reid and Tyler to become friends, and the three of us have spent some time together. To tell you the truth, they probably have more fun with each other than I have with any of them alone. Things work out in strange ways, don't they? Then again, I have this feeling Tyler still has a part of him that doesn't like Reid.
"I dunno," I shrugged, taking out my cell phone. "Maybe."
"Oh."
Nodding, I let go of his hand, and checked if I had any new messages. The light blinked, signaling I had one new text message. I clicked it open, and read;
Hayden, what are you doing tonight? Besides Raw of course, wanna hang out? -Reid
I don't know if I should hang out with him, maybe Tyler could tag along? Would he want to? I stared at Tyler, who was in deep thought.
"You okay?" I caressed his cheek with my hand, and a nod came from him.
"Yeah."
"Okay," I said, and my lips kissed his cheek. My head fell to his shoulder, as I took out my I-Pod. The earbuds were placed in my ears, and I skimmed through the list of songs. What am I in the mood to listen to, hm. Ah, this song. I absoloutly love it, I pressed play, and let the rhythm flow through my ears. The song "California" by Phantom Planet, was one of my favorites. Tyler's hand rested on my knee, from the corner of my eye, I noticed him staring at me. Why does he always do that, stare at me, with those intense green eyes.
Monday Night Raw.
My hair fell below my shoulders, and a dab of black eyeliner would finish up my look. Here we go, for another Monday Night Raw. I put the eyeliner down, and smiled. It was time to go out there and kick some ass. I wonder what will happen tonight, with Ashley, Tyler, and everything else. I haven't seen any of them since the ride to the hotel. My dad and I went a separate way than Ashley, and Tyler. He told me Ashley was acting a bit off with him, he asked me if I knew anything. I said no.
"Hayden, get to the gorilla position," the crew manager said, as he opened the creak of the door.
I took one last look at myself, "Be right there!"
I exited the room, and strutted down the hall. A Camera met me, most likely recording me as I got ready for the match. Finally, I reached the gorilla position, and waited for my music to blare through the big speakers. I wonder what was going to happen tonight, whether I would have a confrontation with Tyler, or speak with Cody again. It would be an interesting night indeed. Cracking my neck, Eve came out first. Her annoying, preppy song blasted the arena, ew. I remember when she used to be pretty nice, until she met Maria, what a bad choice.
The arena grew silent, with the exception of the few screams, and brief chants surrounding. Here we go;
oooh) tell me what you think you're lookin at,
(noo) so I think I'm Queen Elizabeth,
(oooh) and now I'm stuck inside your memory,
(so) that's why it's so hard to get rid of me
The theme exploded throughout the arena, and the crowd jumped to their feet. It's always great to have people cheer for you. I came through the curtains, with a huge smile. I waved to them, running down the ramp slapping the fan's hands, and pointing to them. I eyed Eve, who seemed to be more interested at the guy sitting at the commentator's table. Wait a minute, Tyler? What the hell is he doing out here? Not that I don't want him here, but I don't know what's going to happen. Sliding into the ring, I climbed up to the turnbuckles, pointing out the fans, in each section. I jumped off of the the turnbuckle, to be met with Eve's face. She glowered me, and I smirked.
"Okay, ready girls," the referee asked, and I nodded, so did Eve. "Ring the bell!"
Ding Ding Ding!
The match began, and we stood toe to toe. She tried to intimidate me, but she knew it wouldn't work. No one can intimidate me. We grappled each other, as I tried taking control, however, she put me in a sleeping headlock in the middle of the ring. The referee stood in front of me, as I tried getting out of it. The Crowd chanted some cheer, and I began using my strength, lifting her muscular arms off my head. When I did, she kicked my abdomen two straight times, sending my arms to hold it. Damn, what is with me today? She lifted me up, and performed a body slam. Pain shot to my back, as I crumpled up. My eyes squeezed shut, as I gasped for some air. She continued her beating, laying over me, sending punches to my face. The ref finally got her off, and she smirked. Reaching for the red ropes, I began lifting myself up. Eve came over to me, latching onto my tangled brown locks. She screamed in my ears "Take that!" She kneed my face, and this time, I heard something crack, shit. I heard the crowd boo her, and she did her personal dancing taunt.
Eve took a hold of me once more, and this time, I retaliated, slapping her in the face. She stepped back, holding her face. I toppled her to ground, and planted forearm punches. She screamed with pain, and the ref pulled me back. I ran a hand through my hair, and grabbed Eve, throwing her to the turnbuckle. I kicked her several times, and did a Monkey Flip on her to the center of the ring. The arena cheered, as I went up for the turnbuckle. I lifted my hands up, and threw myself on her, performing the Lous Thez Press. I pinned her, only to get a 2 count. Damn it! Gasping for some air, I wiped some sweat off my head with the back of my hand, and stood up. Eve regained her composure, and punched my stomach. She leaned against the ropes for some agility, and was about to clothesline me, when I dropkicked her to the floor. My legs shook, I was getting tired. I gripped her hair, and did a spinning DDT, right in the middle of the ring, my second finisher. Pinning her, it felt like he was counting so slow. 1...2...3!! Ding Ding Ding
"Your Winner, Hayden Cena!" Lilian announced my name. The fans screamed with delight, at the results. Breathing heavy, the referee held my hand in victory. A smile came across my face, as I pointed to the fans. I got up on the turnbuckle, celebrating my tough victory. I'll tell you, Eve is a very good competitor, trust me, you would have never known.
As I came off the turnbuckle, I rotated toward the entrance of the ring, to be clutched by someone. Heart racing, voice screaming, I struggled to get out of the grip. Boom! I fell to the ground motionlessly, and heard the boos, and song of a familiar wrestler. My head pounded with pain as I held onto it. My eyes squinted open, to see Tyler deathly glaring at my body. He came closer, about to do more damage, when I heard the sound of another theme.
Cody rushed into the ring, about to take on Tyler, when Ty rolled out of the ring fast like a cheetah. Cody stared at him, and looked back at me. He knelt down, his face inches closer to mine. He placed a hand on my hair, smoothing it.
"Hayden, are you ok?" he asked me, as I began to get up. I nodded, holding my head.
"Yeah, I think so."
I sat up in the center of the ring, as he was kneeling on his knees, meeting my level. "Are you sure?"
"Mhm, thank you." I thanked him with a smile. He stared at me, his blue eyes locking with mine. That's when I leaned in, kissing his lips lightly. Taken back, Cody released the kiss, only to grin at me. With no rush, he returned the kiss again, and the crowd "oohed" us. I pulled back, after a short second, and immediately left the ring, with a smile. Take that. The camera followed me, as I licked my lips. I went through the curtain, and saw Alexa standing there with a shocked expression.
"You..you..kissed Cody!" she exclaimed, "Oh my gosh!"
"I know," I laughed, as I linked arms with her, and we went down the hall.
"Was that part of the thing?"
"No," I shook my head, and we made a turn, "I did on purpose."
"Tyler is going to murder you," Alexa told me, when we entered the empty Women's Locker room. Immediately, I grabbed a towel, and went to see my refelction. Makeup was smeared, an my hair was everywhere. It looks like I just got out of bed.
"Oh well," I shrugged, "I'm going to take a shower."
"Alrighty."
I went into the locker room bathroom, and began taking a nice, soothing shower. I washed my hair with some coconut shampoo and conditioner, and finished off washing my body and face. I turned the faucet off, and grabbed my black towel, wrapping it around my wet body. Walking back to the main locker room, I saw Alexa reading the latest WWE magazine. I rummaged through my bag, pulling out some ripped jeans, and a neon green tanktop, along with a white long sleeved sweatshirt, with small green polka dots splattered on them. I went back to the bathroom, changed into my undergarments, and slipped on the clothes I picked out. Finally, I left the bathroom, and went over to the vanity in the locker room, and began working on my hair, and makeup. I blow dried my wet hair, and wore part of it back. Applying a touch of black eyeliner, and concealer, I heard a knock on the door.
"I'll get that," Alexa offered, standing up, and she answered the door, "Oh hey, Ty...you want Hayden...oh...okay..calm down!"
He barged into the locker room, and I felt worry rush through my body. He had an angry expression on, and he came closer to me, and grabbed the hairbrush I had in my hand, and threw it to the wall.
"Uh, I'm going to go," Alexa hurried out of the room, leaving us alone. I stared at Tyler puzzled;
"What's your problem?"
"No, what's your problem!" he yelled, "That wasn't part of the script,"
Sarcastically, I laughed; "Oh, and executing your finisher on me was? Yeah right, I went to Mr.McMahon to get details, and he told me all I had was a match,"
"Don't you remember in that little head of yours, that we also have the made up things! Mr.McMahon told me to make an impact on Raw, and it needed to be related to the storyline we were in," he explained with anger.
"Really? So your impact was to hurt your girlfriend!" I screamed, he was really getting me mad.
"I needed to do something Hayden, geez, you never get it," he said shaking his head.
"Excuse me? What don't I get? The part where you hurt your girlfriend, or the part where you have the audacity to barge into the Women's locker room, and act as if I did something,"
"Oh, but you did do something," he pointed his finger at me, " You fucking kissed Cody, which wasn't supposed to happen yet."
"My bad, I just wanted to make an impact," I mocked him, turning on my heel, however, he grabbed my shoulder, turning me. "Don't touch me."
"You shouldn't have kissed him," he gritted through his teeth, "You are acting so immature."
"Me!" I shouted "There you go again, blaming it on me!"
"Yeah, because its always your fault!"
"What is my fault? Huh? What is it, that I always do wrong!"
Tyler ran a hand through his hair, huffing; "Three Mondays ago, you ditched me to hang out with a guy, Reid! This week, you decide to kiss a different guy, Cody. Oh and before I forget, your supposed to hang out with a guy tonight too, Reid! Your acting like you have no boyfriend. As if I am painted on a wall! You, Hayden, are such a heartless bitch."
Here we go again, him and his stupid remarks. Oh, and of course he has to bring up three weeks ago! I can't believe him. If he couldn't make it any worse, he called me a heartless bitch.
"You know what, Tyler. I think you are the immature selfish jerk." I shot at him, pushing him with my two hands. "Seriously, your such an asshole,"
"Great, all because I care with who my girlfriend hangs out with, and does with guys, I'm an asshole! " he sighed, and yelled at the same time. "Shit Hayden."
"No, your an asshole because you act like one when you know they are just my friends, and Cody's kiss was payback for your fucking actions!" I screamed, as I paced up and down the room, "Why Tyler? Why do you always act so stupid, and fucked up when I'm with them! Huh? I never act like that when you talk with the divas!" I felt tears want to fall from my eyes, another fight.
"You want to know why I fucking act like that? Why I get upset with you? Why I barge into random rooms to scream like this?!" he shouted once more, as he came closer, only to be pushed by me.
"Yeah, I wanna know," I screamed aggravated, and he stared at me with those same intense green eyes.
"Because I love you!" he said, in a lower, but loud voice, " I love you Hayden."
My jaw slunk down to the floor, speechless I was. He sighed, stroking his hair again. I stared at him, confused, and he waited for me to say something,
"Well..."
I looked around, and my heart palpitated. I grabbed my bag, and slung it over my shoulder. Tyler, held my shoulder, forcing me to look at him. He waited for an answer.
"I gotta go.." I raced out of the locker room, and went the opposite way, toward my dad's locker room.
This was something I couldn't believe; Tyler Orton was in love with me.
well, Tyler confessed the love he had for his girlfriend!
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