Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 34: Turning Heel?
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The rain patted against the window shield as we drove through the barely empty streets. It was such an awful day in Raleigh, North Carolina. Luckily, we would be inside a huge arena for most of the night. Now that I think about it, I feel really bad for those fans who have to wait outside for the the doors to open. That must really stink, standing with their huge posters impatiently waiting to enter the arena. If you think about it, t waiting is worth while.
My dad's fingers tapped against the steering wheel before he turned to change the music. When he found a descent song, the comfortable silence was no longer lurking around.
Run baby run
Don't ever look back
They'll tear us apart
If you give them the chance
Don't sell your heart
"I love this song...it's so cute." I commented, silently muttering the lyrics. He smiled, turning onto the next corner.
"Cute?"
"Yeah, haven't you seen the video? Although the guy isn't easy on the eyes, it's still great."
"Oh yeah? What's it about?"
"Daddy just listen to the lyrics."
Check yes Juliet
I'll be waiting
Wishing, wanting
Yours for the taking
Just sneak out
And don't tell a soul goodbye
"The guy wants Juliet to sneak out," he said, "What kind of guy is that? She needs to tell her parents she's heading out. I'm guessing he's the bad boy?"
To refrain from rolling my blue eyes, I took a deep breath, and kept my patience.
"Just forget it."
"Now, it has my interest, tell me please?"
"Fine," I sighed, "They are forbidden to be together, and the guy really wants to be with her, and so does she. The father doesn't approve, and then at the end the mother let's them be because thy are in love."
"oohhhh." he smiled, showing off the same dimples I have, "I get it now."
"Nice."
"I want to see the video now."
"I'll show it to you... on Youtube or something."
He stopped the car, and took the keys out. We exited the car, and grabbed our wrestling bags. My dad and I entered the arena, and everyone greeted us with warm smiles and waves. I love the fact I get along with everyone. Hm, maybe not everyone. There are a few people who I would rather keep my distance from.
"Hayden," Candice rushed over to me, "Vince wants to see you."
I looked at my dad, and then back at Candice. Quickly, I handed him my wrestling bag and made my way to Vince's office. My fist pounded against the door gently, and his voice signaled for me to come inside.
He had a smile on his face once his eyes saw me. I waved, and entered the room.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, take a seat Hayden," he took off his glaces, and neatly folded his hands together, "I've been watching the storyline we have placed you in, and I must say good job. Now, we're planning on ending it soon. We are still going to do the triple threat match with you being the special referee. However, you are not going to be a face anymore. At New Years Revolution, you will turn into a heel, setting yourself on Tyler's side."
A heel? I've never been a heel before.
"So, I'm helping Tyler win the belt?"
"That's right... since the romance with Cody and yourself has been heating up, and your relationship with your father, it's a great time for you to turn on them."
"I've never been heel before Mr. McMahon."
"Well, Hayden it's always great to try something new. Please do me a favor. Don't tell you're father or Cody who is going to win that belt."
How can I not tell my dad?! This is just great.
"Um, can I tell him that I'm turning heel?"
"Yes, just don't tell him when," he instructed me, "It was nice seeing you."
"Thank you, see you later."
With that, I left the room allowing a huge sigh to escape my lips. A heel? I guess that could be fun, being bitchy and everything. I just don't know how it would be if all or the majority of the fans hate me because of the way I'm portrayed.
I opened my dad's locker room door, and noticed he was getting his wrestling gear out.
"Hey!"
He turned around, and smiled.
"What did Vince say?"
"He told me I was turning into a heel soon."
My dad's eyes widened and in a few seconds laughter jolted out of him. I don't get it.
"What's so funny?"
He pointed at me, and continued laughing.
"You...a...heel...ha ha!"
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head at him. Does he actually think I can't pull off being a heel?
"Thanks dad, you are so supportive."
He stopped laughing, and pulled me into a side hug.
"I'm always supportive of you Hayden," he continued, "It's just weird how you're going to be mean on live television. It's hard to see you like that."
"I know, since I am such a good person!"
He smiled, and released from the hug, "Yes you are."
"Okay now it's getting corny," I giggled as the door opened, it was Jeff. His hair was a different color from the last time I saw him, which was last Monday. This man dyes his hair way too much. Now I know why some of the divas go to him when they need hair dye tips. The color of the week, a bright orange and blondish color. It was nice shade for him. Although next week, it'll probably be green or something. He always surprises us with his odd colors.
"Hey Hardy," my dad greeted, "What brings you here?"
"Uh... we have a tag match tonight," he answered, "You and I vs. Jericho and Tyler."
Damn, that's a great match to watch.
"Oh right, it's the main event right?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to discuss our game plan strategy."
As they began talking about their strategies, I silently grabbed my bag and left the room. Then, I made my way into the Women's Locker room. I set my things into my usual locker, right next to Mickie and Alexa. Hanging on the mirror was the schedule for the night. My match was the second one of the night, and then a promo later that night. Hm, it's a tag team match, Mickie and I vs. Kelly Kelly and Maria.
"Where's Mickie?" I questioned, as Beth shrugged her shoulders.
"I dunno, I thought-" she stopped when Mickie entered the room with a smile on her face, "Never mind."
She ruffled her brunette hair and then she scanned the Match Card.
"Hayden! We're in a match together! We're gonna kick their asses."
"Of course we are, that's what we do."
She nodded, and took out her wrestling gear.
"What color do you wanna wear," she tapped her chin, "How about blue?"
"Sure."
I slipped on my black shorts with the blue sparkles embroidered on the side, along with a blue bra top that matched. Lacing my boots, Kelly Kelly entered the locker room. Her hair was messy, along with her clothes. What the hell happened to her? She licked her lips, and a smug smirk proudly shined on her face. She went over to check out the match card. She twirled around, and faced us.
"So I'm versing Mickie and Hayden," she began, "Which reminds me, Micks how is your relationship with Randy going?"
Mickie stared at her confused, "Fine. Why would you care?"
Kelly giggled, running a hand through her blond locks.
"Since you're good friends with him, and will most likely see him before me tonight. Can you tell him that last night was amazing, and so was a few minutes ago when we found each other in the hallway."
The brunette's eyes grew big and she burned holes into Kelly.
"What are you talking about?"
"Randy and I are just..." she trailed off, "You shouldn't care."
With that, Kelly left into the bathroom. Mickie took deep breathes before shaking her head.
"Is she serious?"
I hope not.
"I don't think so. You know Randy likes you a lot. He wouldn't sink so low."
"I guess you're right," Mickie adjusted her top, "I shouldn't listen to Ms. Blondie."
We continued getting ready, allowing time to pass. We didn't even notice Kelly Kelly and Maria had left to the gorilla position. Finishing up my makeup, I brushed my straight hair and stared at my reflection. I looked fine, all nice and sweet. I wonder who I will team up with when I'm heel. I gotta tell Mickie the news, but I can't!
"C'mon Hayden, our match is next."
She snapped me out of my trance, and the both of us walked out of the room. We reached the gorilla position and patiently waited for Mickie's theme music to begin. Kelly and Maria were already in the ring, patiently waiting for us.
Mickie's music blasted through the arena, immediately causing the fans to cheer. Both of us went through the curtain, the adrenaline building up. I smiled, doing my usual thing. Mickie's bright smile enlightened the room, however, when she saw Kelly, it faded away. Her face showed determination and a tad bit of anger. We entered the ring, and Lilian finished announcing our names. The ref stood in the middle, and gave us a couple of seconds to decide who would go in first.
"I will," Mickie offered, "I'll tag you in once I get her in a grapple."
"Kick her ass girl."
"Don't worry I will."
The bell rang, and the match began. Mickie vs. Maria. Both grappled, Maria taking her into a strong headlock. Mickie reversed it, punching her in the face. She threw her to the ropes, and clotheslined her twice. Rapidly, Maria stood up, and shoved Mickie to the floor. Taking this chance, Maria toppled onto her, throwing successful lefts and rights. Come on Mickie. The former Playboy Cover Girl wrapped her arms around Mick's ankle and pulled it back.
"AH!" Mickie yelped in pain, "NO REF GET HER OFF!"
"IT HURTS MICKIE DOESN'T IT!" Maria put the pressure on, "SUBMIT!"
"NOT A CHANCE," Mickie countered the move, rolling her into a small package. Kelly entered the ring, kicking Mickie on the back. I ran into the ring, spearing Kelly to the mat. The ref tried breaking us up, but we had fallen out of the ring. Kelly broke loose, and went back to her assigned spot. I did the same, and held my hand out.
"Tag me in Mickie!"
She held her face, as she crawled toward me. Maria made the tag quicker, allowing Kelly to be legally in. She grabbed Mickie by the hair, and executed a strong suplex.
"AHH!" she screamed again, flinching in pain. We're getting killed here.
Kelly smiled, throwing her into the turnbuckle. Mickie fell to the third one, her eyes barely open. She breathed heavy as Kelly rammed her feet into her lower section. She pulled her into the middle, and pinned her. 1,2... KICK OUT! I thought we had lost for a second. Kelly screamed in anger, and pulled Mickie up from the floor. Mickie kicked her in the stomach, and clotheslined her to the floor. She hit my hand, and I jumped into the ring.
I tackled her to the floor, throwing forearm punches. Kelly screamed, raking my eyes with her hands. OUCH! I held my eyes, and felt her grab onto me. I elbowed her on the face, and lifted her up for a Tornado DDT. Here we go. As I was about to execute my move, I felt Kelly reverse it, and kneed me on the nose. AH!
1,2...3!! DING DING DING!
Kelly's music blared through the arena, and the ref lifted her hand up in victory. Wait What? Oh crap, she rolled me up and I didn't even notice. Another loss.
"Your winners Kelly Kelly and Maria!"
I lifted my head up, and so the pair wear huge smiles as they walked up the ramp. Mickie helped me up, and pulled me into a side hug.
"It's okay...we'll get them next time."
"Sure."
Next time, I'll most likely be teaming up with your enemy.
We entered backstage, and got some water bottles. Oh great, I have a segment up next. Ugh. With who? Cody. I guess he could lift my spirits up.
"I'll see you later," I told her, "I have a promo up next."
"Okay. Bye!"
I entered the medical room, and waited for Cody to come in. The doctor examined my nose, and gave me some ice. I guess he's coming when it starts shooting. The camera men set themselves up, and counted me down. I don't even know what to say, except I'm pissed off.
We were on the air.
Pacing up and down the hallway, I bumped into Cody. He eyed me and smiled.
"Hey Hayden, is your nose okay? I saw the match."
I nodded, and set the ice down, "It's a little banged up. thanks your asking."
"No problem, to make you feel better, why don't we go get ice cream after Raw?"
A smile lit up on my face.
"Really? Uh, that would be cool Code."
"Sweet. I'll see you then, I have a match," he stated. He was about to leave the medical room. However, he hesitated and looked at me.
"What?" I said with a small laugh, "Are you okay?"
His lips fell onto mine for a gentle kiss. After a few seconds, he released from the kiss.
"Good luck," I wished him blowing him a small kiss.
The segment ended, and it focused on the upcoming match. Although I'm with Tyler, I'm going to let you in on a small secret. Cody is a great kisser. I feel guity sincde I have an awesome boyfriend. But, Cody can kiss.
I took my ice, and left the medical room. I took a seat on some metal boxes, and took sometime to think about everything. This loss, the PPV, the Women's Championship, turning heel. I need to talk with someone. Taking out my cellphone, I dialed the seven numbers.
Ring...Ring...Ring...
"Hello?"
"Mom, it's Hayden."
"Honey, is your nose alright?"
"Yes mom...but, I feel stupid."
"Why honey?"
"Well, because I lost my match."
"Sweetie, it's no big deal. You're already great."
"Still, I hate losing and how am I supposed to be Champion material when I'm losing matches."
"You are Champion material, you just have to work harder."
"I am working hard."
"Work harder, just try your best."
"Thanks mom."
"No problem sweetie, just ice that nose please."
"I will, and I need to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"I'm turning heel in the next PPV."
"Oh my gosh, I can not see you being a heel."
"That's what daddy said."
"Well, you're going to have to speak with Aiden about this. He loves seeing you as the nice girl."
"I know, he'll understand. He's my number one fan."
"That's true! Aiden will love you no matter what."
"Yeah, listen I have to go, I'll talk to you later?"
"Of course, I love you sweetheart."
"I love you too Mom."
Then, I flipped my phone off and smiled. My mom always knew how to make me feel better. I guess Mothers have the gift.
"Hayden!" Beth called out, "Come watch this match!"
I ran over to the television screen, and noticed the main event was occurring. My dad and Tyler were brawling it out. Oh god, that was a hard punch. The match went on for a couple of more minutes, until Tyler went for his finisher.
In three seconds, the rock music blared through the speakers. And two hands were up. Who's you ask?
Tyler and Jericho's.
My boyfriend grabbed the microphone, and took a breath.
"Since we won," he smirked, "I get to pick the special referee for our triple threat match John."
"Who is gonna be?" J.R snickered to his partner.
"I don't know!" King answered.
"I have given it a lot of thought, and the special referee is...Hayden Cena!"
That's when the gasps of shock were heard. Of course it was no surprise to me, but for everyone else, shocking. I was the one who would name the Champion. Yes, a difficult job, it could be either my dad, Tyler, or Cody's belt. Technically, I'm fixing it.
"Cena's daughter!" King exclaimed, "Cody's girlfriend!"
"He's such an aweful man," J.R commented, "I can't believe this!"
Tyler's music played once more, and he and Jericho left through the curtain.
"I can't believe you're the ref!" Beth slapped my arm playfully, "What are you going to do?!"
"I don't know," I shrugged, "It's tough."
And to tell you the truth, it kinda was tough. I couldn't tell my dad or Cody I would betray them. This was so much pressure. Thank you Mr. McMahon and myself.
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