Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 39: Surprise Guest.
a/n: Apparently, my goal to finish this story in this Summer didn't come true.
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Two months have passed since the whole 'runaway' incident. Things have been going a lot better inside the ring and out. Being heel hasn't been so bad. I'm actually enjoying being a bitch to all of the divas. I've had two wins over the WWE Champion, Alexa. She's had some wins over me too. Our rivalry on television has heated up, and the fans are more toward her. Cody is on her side, sometimes ringside. He still hasn't been on great terms with me. I still don't understand why he's acting that way. Seriously, I think he should get over it. Everyone else did. I guess he's a tough cookie.
Wrapping a scarf around my neck, I grabbed my coat and put it on. I have a training session today with my dad, Randy and Tyler. They told me someone special was coming. I don't even know who this 'suprise' guest is. That kinda makes me a bit more nervous, what if it's Mr. McMahon? I've only trained in front of him twice, and those training sessions didn't go well. The first time, I almost broke my leg from jumping off the top rope. It was so scary and embarrassing. In addition, the second time he saw me train I almost broke Alexa's wrist. I twisted her arm wrong and performed a move on it. He said it was alright, I just had to be careful with the moves I perform.
My dad came through the kitchen door with a tee shirt and shorts. I really don't know how he doesn't get sick.
"Are you sure you want to wear that?"
He stared down, and shrugged her shoulders; "Why not?"
My head shook, as I grabbed my gym bag. He did the same, only he grabbed his gym bag and car keys.
"Are you excited?"
"Yes," I nodded making my way out of the hotel-room, "are Tyler and Rands meeting us there, or are they riding with us?"
"We're riding with you," Randy spoke from behind, "Hey guys."
I turned around and smiled, "Hi, Rands and Ty."
"Hey babe," Tyler yawned before rubbing his eyes, "I'm so tired."
Rolling my eyes, we began making our way out of the hotel, "Well, maybe you shouldn't have been watching that Fresh Prince marathon."
"Hey! Those are barely on, and I wasn't going to miss the marathon."
I guess he's just a big fan Will Smith. Once, he made me sit through this whole Will Smith movie marathon. I like Will Smith, he's a cool actor and stuff. Once we reached the car, I sat in the back with Tyler, meanwhile my dad and Randy sat in the front. They flicked through the radio channels, yet they didn't find anything easy on the ears.
"Can I control the radio?" I asked with sweetness in my voice.
"NO!" Tyler demanded, "Her music is so..."
"So?" I looked at him with a glare in my eye, "Say it..."
He chuckled nervously, "Never mind."
"Exactly," I kissed his cheek and allowed myself to look for a descent song. After a few seconds of searching, I stopped on "Riot" by Sugarcult.
"At least this is a good song," Randy pointed out, "John, is our special guest at the gym already?"
He nodded, "Yep."
I hate when they don't tell me surprises. It keeps me wondering, and sometimes I blow it over proportion. Like, what if I think it's Channing Tatum or something? And it ends up being Shane McMahon! I really don't know who it could be, I just have my fingers crossed that it's someone nice.
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Third POV.
He was coming over today and she was a bit nervous. The baby was kicking all day, probably because of the nerves. She brushed her streaked blonde hair, and placed it in a messy bun. She stared at the clock, ticking away. Before she plopped onto the couch, the pregnant diva placed some fresh fruit into a bowl. Her favorite fruit? Apples.
She nibbled on the first piece and flicked through the channels. Nothing interesting was on television. So, she settled for the Tyra Banks Show. Today's Topic: Dealing with Motherhood. How irony always seemed to follow her. All she needed was one month, and then she would be a mother. It excited her and frightened her all at the same time. Her main worries? Whether she'd be a great mother. Then, there was the whole father thing.
And, the old saying "Speaking of the devil" took place just a few moments after her thoughts. Quickly, she stood up and answered the door. Standing there, with flowers in his hands was Adam.
"Hey Ash," he grinned, "You look fantastic."
Nervously, she bit her bottom lip; "Uhm, thanks. Come in."
He did as he was told, and handed her the flowers; "I always knew Sunflowers were your favorites."
She smiled and took a whiff of the flowers.
"Thanks Adam, want a drink or something?"
He shook his head.
"Okay, then, I'll be right back."
Ashley left to the kitchen, and took out a vase. How did he know those were her favorite flowers? She never told him. Or did she? The diva put them in a vase setting them on the kitchen table. Then, she walked back into the room casually. Both took a seat on the leather couch. He grinned staring at her huge belly.
"So, how's the baby?"
"She's fine."
"Oh," he rubbed the back of his neck, "Listen Ash, you do know I want to be part of this baby's life right?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know you don't know who the father is. I understand that. What we did was a mistake. But, if it turns out the baby is mine, I will help you take care of it. I want her to know who her father is."
She awed inside, and kept a small smile on her face.
"That means a lot," she cleared her throat, "What if the baby isn't yours?"
"Then, she can call me Uncle Adam," he smiled with confidence. In amusement, she laughed at the comment.
"Definitely, so we're on good terms?"
"How could we not be Ash!" he laughed, "We've always been on good terms."
Clearly embarrassed, she hid her face in her cold hands. Then, she looked up; "Sorry, I'm just tired."
"Have you decided on a name?"
She shook her head, "There are so many choices, it's hard to pick."
"Hm, how about Kimberley?"
"Thought about it, didn't like it."
"Fine," he rubbed his chin, "Do you want like a sweet girlie name, or like edgy?"
"I don't know, maybe both?"
He smiled, and began reciting names off the top of his head. She knew this would go on for quite sometime. After all, she was a picky person.
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Hayden's POV.
"Stop it Tyler!" I screamed in annoyance, "You are acting like such a baby."
He smirked proudly, "Well, I'm just trying to have fun."
Sometimes, this eighteen year old acts as if he were ten. It's cute, but annoying all at once. My dad and Randy left us in the middle of the ring. They said that they ahd to go get the special guest. I tried getting it out of Tyler. It didn't work, I bet he doesn't know.
"Can I practice my dropkick on you Ty?" I asked, pulling my hair into a high ponytail.
"Oh sure," he nodded, and we stood in the center of the ring, "Ready?"
I nodded, and bounced off the ropes, aiming for his chest. Then, he fell to the ground, so did I.
"Good dropkick Hayden," a woman's voice complimented. My face lit up, I knew exactly who it was.
Standing up, I stared at the Seven Times Women's Champion. Obviously, you all need to know who she is.
"TRISHY!" I jumped out of the ring, and gave her a huge hug, "Oh my gosh!"
Giggling, she hugged me back. I hadn't seen her for so long!
"It's nice to see you too," we released from the hug, as we entered the ring, "You are simply gorgeous."
"Thanks," I blushed a bit, "I still can't believe you're here!"
"Well, believe it," she showed off her pearly whites, "Aw, is that Tyler over there?"
He nodded, "Hey Trish, how's it going?'
"Great and you?"
He tilted his head, and took a seat on the top turnbuckle.
"Life's treating me well."
"That's nice to here," she grinned happily, "Well, I'm here to train you today. Both of your idiotic, childish parents went to Dave & Busters."
Of course, they've always wanted to go there. And they finally got their chance to. At least I don't have to hear my dad mumbling bad comments about my dropkicks and other stuff.
"I'm so happy you're here," I smiled again, "Now, I need help with..."
"Submission moves?"
"How did you know?"
She ran a hand through her straight blonde hair, "Your dad told me."
Typical.
"Sweet! Girl on Girl submission moves!" Tyler howled, only to be replied with glares, "I'm a guy, we think about those things."
"Just shut up," I told him with a cheesy smile, "Love you."
"Sure you do," he mumbled like a five year old.
"I swear you two are the cutest couple I've ever seen!" Trish squealed, "Okay, Hayden, let's try a figure four neck lock."
Nodding, I took her into the lock, and she began speaking from the uncomfortable position.
"You need to apply more pressure on your opponent," she reversed the move, "They don't get out of it quickly."
"Can I try it again?"
She nodded and I locked her up, applying more pressure to her upper body and head, "Ow, that hurts!"
"It has to hurt," I loosened the pressure, "That way you can tap out."
Once again, she reversed the move, and took me into a side headlock, "Not unless I make you tap out."
"Wait!" Tyler yelled in a hyperactive voice,"How about you both in a submission match. Whoever taps out wins."
"Good idea," we simutaniously said and she let go of me.
We stood face to face with smirks plastered on our faces.
"Bring everything you have," she said with confidence.
"I always do."
And then, Tyler officially began the match. Trish Stratus vs. Hayden Cena. Who wouldn't want to see that on live television?
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