Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 37: And the insults begin.
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After the match, my dad nor Cody talked to me. I was in my dad's locker-room, and he gave me the cold shoulder. It sucked. He knew I was going to turn heel, so he shouldn't be that mad. Then again, I did cost his match for the WWE Championship. He's so angry that last night, he didn't let me in the hotel-room. So, I had to stay with Randy and Tyler. Randy was proud of me, so was Tyler.
I wasn't proud of myself too much. I mean, I did play the part well, but I hurt my father and Cody. Two of my best friends. My dad won't even look at me. We went to eat breakfast with him, Ashley, Mickie, Randy, Jeff, Candice, Tyler, and myself this morning. Ashley seemed to understand, so did Mickie, Jeff, Candice, and most of the roster. Some were shocked, so I don't know what they'll say to me tonight.
Two arms wrapped around my waist, holding me securely. His face buried into my curly hair, and he spoke softly;
"You should really stop using that Coconut Shampoo."
"Why, it smells great," I answered slightly confused.
"Exactly, and it always turns me on."
Oh my gosh.
"Then why should I stop using it if the shampoo turns you on?"
I flipped over, and stared up at him. He had a twinkle in his green eyes, he's too cute.
"So, are you excited for tonight?" Way to change the subject.
"Kinda," I honestly said, "I'm kicking the show off."
"You're gonna do great baby," he grinned, and gave me a kiss on the nose.
"A little lower," I giggled, "My lips are a little lower."
"Let me try that again," he then kissed my lips softly, "Bulls-eye!"
I stifled a giggle, and tried escaping his grip. I had to begin preparing for the show.
"Baby, I have to go get ready, let go please?"
"Fine." He released his grip, and kissed my cheek, "Am I supposed to go out with you tonight?"
"Nah, I don't think so. I think I'm going out with you for your match."
"Oh, okay," he nodded, and turned toward the door, "I'm going to find my Jeff and the guys, see ya in a bit?"
"Yep."
He left the locker-room, leaving me all alone. I hate being alone most times, but it helps me gather my thoughts together. I still can't believe I haven't spoken with my father since last night. It sucks since I'm so damn close to him. I wonder if he's coming out tonight, I think Cody is. At least we get to interact.
I rummaged through my bag, looking for a cute outfit to wear. I'm not in action tonight, at least I don't think I am. Mr. McMahon didn't say I was. On the other hand, he loves surprising me.
Taking out a black tank-top with the words 'Cena' on the front, and a silver peace symbol on the back. I designed the tank-top, I was in the 'peace' kind of mood. To go along with the tank-top, I grabbed a pair of ripped denim jeans, and my black Ed Hardy sneakers. I locked the door, and changed into the outfit. I glanced at the time, it was 8:45.
Quickly, I fixed my curly locks, making a stylish bump in the front. My hand reached for the black eyeliner, and I began applying it. In addition, I added some light eyeshadow, concealer, and a dab of lip gloss. Jewelery? My promise ring, the necklace my father gave me, the bracelet Tyler gave me when I was fourteen, along with some other bracelets.
My eyes met the reflection in the mirror, and a small smile lifted upon my lips. I look so great outside, but feel gross inside. See, it's cool to play heel, but I didn't want to become my dad and Cody's enemy. Mr. McMahon really did fuck my emotions. I wonder how Lilia is, did she watch New Years Revolution? If she didn't, well, she's in for a suckish start to her favorite television show.
Knock Knock!
I rushed to the door, unlocking it. There stood one of the crew members with a worried look.
"Hayden, you have two minutes!"
"Thanks hon," I smiled, and went passed him. I quickly moved to the gorilla position, and heard the pyros set off. I stood in the gorilla position regaining the breath I lost. My heart was pounding, I could hear it.
My music hit through the speakers, and it was my cue. But, I didn't move. I couldn't move at all. It was like I was glued to the floor.
"Hayden!" The crew member screamed, "Get out there now!"
My head snapped, and a deep breath came out of me. Here we go.
I stepped through the curtain, and saw the fans, some booing, obviously they watched New Years Revolution. The others were cheering me, as if they didn't have a clue that I was a heel. I kept a serious 'bitchy' face, and walked down the ramp. I entered the ring, and grabbed a mic from one of the crew members. I took a second, and paced up and down the ring. My eyes roamed around the crowd, there were on fire tonight.
Time to speak Hayden, c'mon.
"Well...I get to kick off the show tonight," I began with a subtle smirk, "Great isn't it? To see me, at the beginning of the show."
A mixed reaction.
"I understand that people want an explanation for my actions," I began, "for those of you who do not know what I'm talking about, take a look at this clip. I can assure you that it's probably one of the best things I have ever done.
The clip began playing, causing the memories to flood back.
So, her lips met with his for the second sweet kiss of the night.
"Look at this! Hayden kissed Cody! In the middle of the match, King!"
Her knee met with his manhood, and that's when the whole arena gasped. His eyes bulged out, and his hands went down to his manhood. She smirked, and stared at him fall.
John and Tyler were up, in one of the turnbuckles. exchanging punches. Hayden, went in between, trying to break them up.
"Stop!" she screamed, "Or..."
Tyler managed to slip out of the ring, and held his jaw. John glared at him, and held onto the ropes. He was distracted, and she knew this would be the perfect time to betray her own father.
"I'm so sorry daddy..." she mumbled, and approached him from behind. Her arms went to his shoulders, and BOOM! She executed her own finisher. John collapsed on the mat, flinching in pain.
"She just knocked out both of the men!"
Then, she finished Cody off with the Haydenizer. Tyler smirked, and pinned him quickly.
"1...2...3!!" Hayden counted fairly, and the bell rung.
"I can't believe this.." J.R said with shock, "She just turned her back on her own father and boyfriend."
Tyler grabbed the WWE belt, and Hayden smiled brightly. The younger Orton, took her in his arms, and kissed her passionately in front of the WWE nation.
"They were together all along!" King finished off, "Ladies and gentlemen, Hayden Cena helped Tyler win the WWE belt."
The clip stopped and the arena gasped with shock. Great, and that's when the boos started.
"I know it looks bad," I smirked, walking up and down, "But it really isn't. Sure, I turned my back on my dad, but hey, I never said I was the nice 'daddy's little girl'. My dad needed a rude awakening. He still thinks he can be WWE Champion. Then, you have Cody. I mean, yeah he was a sweet guy. But, let's face it, all he really has is worthless talent. I don't even know how he became Champ. Trust me, Cody wasn't the best boyfriend around. He wasn't there to support me when I lost my match for the Women's Belt. Cody was simply a cocky asshole."
The crowd booed, and that's when the "Hayden sucks' chants begin.
"I do not suck," I rolled my eyes, "My dad and Cody do thank you very much. You know who else doesn't suck? Tyler Orton. He is a true person, and one of the best wrestlers in the business. At first, I wasn't into him, I mean he was a jerk to me! Then, he stopped me in the hallway after Raw, and apologized for his rudeness. He, deserved to be WWE Champion. So we discussed it over dinner. We made up this phenomenal plan that fooled both my father and Cody. Not to mention all of you. You idiots actually believed that I..."
Just as I was about to continue my sentence, my father's theme music sparked through through the arena. Uh Oh. I looked up at the ramp, and he wore a serious face. I glared at him, keeping myself in character. In reality, I just wanted to run over to him and give him a huge hug.
He slid into the ring, and went over to grab a microphone. I was the first to speak.
"What the hell are you doing out here dad? This is my time..."
"Shut the hell up Hayden!"
The arena roared.
"Excuse me? First of all, you have no reason to be out here and interrupting my talking time. Second, I thought you weren't here? I thought you were too depressed to come out here."
He grinned, showing off the same dimples I have.
"Hayden, sweetheart. What has gotten into you? You were such a sweet young woman. I didn't do anything to you. Now, you're just being so arrogant. I'm not depressed, I'm pissed off. Specifically with you, and your so called 'boyfriend'."
I folded my arms, and waited for him to continue.
"You cost me my title match. My own daughter cost me my title match. Out of all the people, you turned your back on me. All I did was try to help you with your guy situation, and win the title that's rightfully mine."
"Dad, you put your big nose into my business. You should have backed off. You don't deserve that title, you're old news dad."
"Oh Burn!" he sarcastically said, "You really are full of yourself. That Mini- Orton sure has gotten into your brain. Has he gotten into your pants too?"
UGH! I can't believe he just said that!
"Very funny," I scoffed, "I didn't help you so what? You'll get another shot at the title, maybe not Tyler's, you could try and find a partner...for the Tag Team divison?"
My dad stared at me and shook his head with disbelief; "You really are a selfish, ungrateful--"
Cody's music hit, and he came through the same curtain with a serious face. Oh gosh, I get to get insulted even more. He entered the ring, a microphone already in hand.
"Let me finish that sentence for you John," he held his hand up, and pointed at me, "Bitch!"
The arena filled with laughter and 'oohs'
"Whatever Cody, you have no business being out here."
"Hell yes I do. You cost me my title, and tried to humiliate John and I last night..."
"Tyler deserves that belt more than the both of you. So what? I played with your heart, it was fun while it lasted. I dumped you, get over it."
I smiled, and twirled a strand of my hair.
"I thought you were cool Hayden, you really have changed. You've let all your fans down, by joining the alliance with that dumbass."
Great, here comes the guilt trip.
I stayed silent, and shot glares at both of them.
"Dad, I was living in your stupid shadow."
"No you really weren't," he shook his head, "You made yourself in this company. Now, you're wasting it."
Are you kidding me? Well, I guess it's time to announce my challenge.
"Oh please. I am not wasting my talent. In fact, I'm challenging the new Women's Champion for a match next week on Raw. How about that, Alexa Gage?"
"She'll kick your ass!" both men simultaneously stated, until my best friend's music started. Now, she stood on the ramp, her belt on her shoulder, and a microphone.
"I accept your challenge, and like Cody and John said, I will kick your ass."
The two men laughed, and rose a thumbs up at the Women's Champion, who went back to the backstage area. I turned around, and saw both men staring at me.
"Well, I don't see the point in standing with you two scumbags..." I said, before throwing the microphone on the mat.
"Good, I really wouldn't want to catch your bitch disease." Cody fired at me. Okay, that's it.
I looked up at him, and rose my hand up slapping him on the cheek. He stumbled back, and rubbed his cheek. Smirking, I turned on my heel, and exited the ring. I blew a kiss to each of them, and heard the boos crash. My theme music hit, and I walked up the ramp and went behind the curtain. That was bad. They threw so much insults at me, and I bet they meant it.
Quickly, I turned a corner, and hid behind some boxes. I dug my face into my hands, trying not to have a meltdown.
"Hayden, are you alright girl?" Alexa's voice entered my thoughts, "Hayden?"
Glancing up, I saw her standing there with a concerned look.
"Hey, I'm fine," I merely grinned, "Good job, for insulting me out there!"
A laugh came out of her, she knew about the challenge beforehand. So, we discussed the whole thing before it started .
"No problem. But, my insult wasn't like John's and Cody's."
"Don't remind me please. I bet they meant everything Lex."
"Are you crazy?! Your dad would never say things like that to you. Cody's just mad, he doesn't mean it."
I didn't say anything.
"Look, if you want, you can stay at my hotel room tonight?"
Just as I was about to answer, someone came from behind. Two hands covered Alexa's eyes, mouthing me to stay quiet.
"Guess who?" his voice went to husky and low.
"Oh gosh, hm, my awesome super hot boyfriend?" she guessed, and he groaned.
"How did you know?!" Mike uncovered his hands from her eyes, and wrapped both of his arms around her waist.
"Because I know you too well baby."
He pouted his lip; "That's not fair then."
"Why not?"
"That means I can never fool you, and it's funny when you're so gullible."
"Well, that's not nice is it?" her arms twined around his neck, "I mean, you wouldn't want me to have a heart attack and die from you're crazy pranks."
They are too cute. I sat back watching their little 'lovey-dovey' flirting.
"No, because I really need you to be there on our wedding day."
"Yeah, you kinda need the Bride in order to have a wedding," she giggled before kissing his lips softly.
He groaned softly, and backed her up against the wall. Well, I better go, they're going to makeout until his match time.
"I'll see later you lovebirds."
I doubt that they heard me. No one ever really listened to me anymore.
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Third POV
"That was some fucked up words dude," Randy commented as he taped his wrists.
John rolled his eyes and sighed; "I know."
"Calling her ungrateful, and selfish? Tisk Tisk John..."
"Shut up Randy!"
Randy busted a chuckle.
"Calm down dude, I was busting your chops."
"Was she okay last night?" he asked all of a sudden, "I mean, I didn't let her in my hotel room."
"She was pissed and upset man. That was messed up, seriously. She's your daughter. She told you beforehand that she would be turning heel."
"She didn't tell me that she would be turning heel in my match!"
"You say she's selfish? Look at you."
"What are you talking about?"
"All you care about is that belt. Dude, you held it like so many times. You should be concerned about your daughter. You treated her like shit, all because of that belt."
John looked away, and realized what Randy was saying is true. All he cared about was the belt. He hurt his daughter's feelings, and not once did he notice that. The guilt rushed through his body quicker than his blood did.
"I should go apologize to her," he stood up from his seat, "Where could she be?"
"Not here," Randy read the message on his phone, "she's gone."
"What?"
"Look at this," he handed him his cell, displaying the text message.
Hayden totally left me. She came into the room, and told me she couldn't come to the ring with me.
Then, she went through the back exit. Dad, she's gone. I don't know where she went. Please tell John.
Can you tell Mr. McMahon I went searching for her? Cover for me please.
-Tyler.
John couldn't believe it, his daughter left.
Hayden did the only thing she could do, run away from her problems. Literally.
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