Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 43: She's revealed.
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Third POV.
Her straight blonde hair fell over her face, and her caramel colored eyes were outlined in deep black. Her reflection stared right back at her from the full-length mirror. She was dressed to kill. The black mini skirt showed off her long, clean-shaven legs. The pink halter top just went above her midriff, overall, her outfit looked perfect. Although, she did have a feeling if she wore this, it would get ruined just by one little body slam. She doubted that though. She knew that wouldn't happen. Afterall, her friends had her back.
A knock came from the other side of the wooden door. The new diva glanced at the door, and briefly to the mirror again.
"Coming," she sweetly replied, before turning the knob. And there he stood, wearing a black shirt, and jeans. Yes, he looked good from the neck down. On the other hand, his face wasn't the same. He wore an angry expression, as he stared at her.
"Hey," she greeted with a bright smile, "What brings you here?"
"You," he answered, walking into the locker-room, "What's with your text messages Bianca? Care to explain?"
"I wasn't the one who kept responding to them," she hinted, shutting the door, "Who was the one that said I looked gorgeous in my sparkly gold dress? Oh right, that was you."
He sighed, running a hand through his brunette locks. He stared at the blonde, clearly upset with her. She had been bothering him the whole night, meanwhile, he was out celebrating. He had this feeling she was up to no good.
"Look Bianca," he angrily sighed, "That didn't mean anything okay? So, stop texting me. I have a girlfriend, and you of all people, know that."
She inhaled a deep breath, her brown eyes burning into him. She remembered how passionate he was about her. Ever since they were early teenagers, he had the same feelings for her. But, she knew these were much more deeper, and stronger than before.
"But," Bianca stepped closer to him, and he took a step back, "I thought you were really interested in me. I mean, you used to be. Remember?"
He rose an eyebrow, slightly confused at her last comment. I thought you were really interested in me. I mean, you used to be. Remember? What was she talking about? He had never met her before, right?
"I've never met you before Bianca," he answered, "You're crazy."
"Really?" she smirked, and bit her bottom lip, "Oh C'mon, how don't you remember me? Don't I look familiar?"
Intently, he stared at her, trying to figure it out. Where had he seen that small nose, or those big brown eyes.
"It's not that hard!" she whined, "You have to remember me!"
That whining was familiar to him. The same whining he knew from several years ago, when Hayden had attacked-wait, no. It couldn't be, could it? She couldn't have decided to be a diva, she despised the wrestling business.
"Wait a minute, Ro-Roxanna?"
A smile lifted upon her pink-glossed lips, and a squeal came through them.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Aw," she wrapped her arms around him, "You totally remember me, of course it took you some time, but you remember! No one recongizes me here, but you-"
"What the hell are you doing here Roxanna?" he interrupted her run-on sentence, "I thought you were never coming back again."
She unhooked her arms from him, and began walking around the locker-room. He looked at her, barely believing it was really her. Roxanna, the same girl who he hooked up with. The girl who almost ruined his relationship with Hayden.
"Why did I come back?" she allowed herself to step closer to him once more, and she brought her hand to his cheek, "I came back to see you."
"No, you're not going to wear that," John shook his head, leaning back against the steel chair, "That's only for my eyes."
The Punk Diva giggled, swinging the mini skirt around her index finger.
"I can finally wear this though," she grinned, "Remember when I was huge, and this couldn't fit through my ass?!"
"That's true," he laughed, taking a sip of his water, "You were pregnant Ash, it's not like you couldn't fit it because you were fat."
She cleared her throat, simply nodding her head. She had just began to get over Kylie. Of course, she was still in her thoughts, but she did need to think of the positive. And, the first thing to do? Try on her clothes, and possibly go and discuss her WWE RAW return to Mr. McMahon. She was excited, and nervous all at the same time.
"So, when do you think Vince will allow me to return?"
"Once you're ready," he answered, "You still have to train, and get in better shape Ash."
With her fingers, she combed through her blonde locks. She couldn't wait to enter the ring, and she had a feeling it would be a long time before she could.
"I know, but I don't wanna wait..." she groaned, taking a seat on the leather couch, "I just want to go out there, and fight again."
John nodded, completely understanding her impatience. He recalled the time he got hurt, and couldn't enter the four-sided ring because of his injury. It killed him, that ring was everything to him.
"Hey you two!" The bouncy voice of a giggly diva entered the locker-room. By her side, was the Legend Killer himself.
"Micks!" Ashley smiled, before waving her toward her, "Look at this cute skirt."
The brunette took a seat next to her best friend, stealing the skirt away from her. She held it up, taking a good look at it.
"Where did you get it? I want one!"
Ashley shrugged, "Some thrift shop, how cute is it?"
"Very," Mickie nodded before turning to the two guys, "Isn't it?"
"It's very sexy" Randy smirked, "Hey Micks, why don't you own one of those?"
She rolled her eyes, glaring at the third-generation superstar.
"So you're not satisfied with my wardrobe? Yeah, thanks."
Randy shut his eyes for a brief second, and shook his head; "Of course I am. You look great in anything."
A huge grin came across her lips, "That's better."
"So," John turned to him, "Do you have a match tonight?"
"Yes I do," he nodded, cracking his neck, "Against Little Ted, and Cody."
"Those two are so cute," Mickie squealed, "Remember when they were barely on top? Now, look at them!"
"You think everyone's cute," John retorted in a joking matter, causing the Former Women's Champion to shrug.
"No, I just have nice things to say about people," a laugh came from Randy, "What?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Asshole," she mumbled, looking back to Ashley, "So Ash, we need to talk about your bachelorette party..."
First POV
(Hayden.)
I'm incredible, so unforgettable,
so no one can take my place
I'm unbreakable, highly flammable,
so girl get out my face
oh my god I'm going crazy
maybe 'cuz I'm so amazing
everybody in there dazin'
that's the reason why they're hatin',
treat us like some superstars
Strutting down the ramp, my title rested on my shoulder, as the mixed crowd reacted to my presence. This feeling was like no other, I was the top diva of RAW. I went through all the divas to get here. Last night, my match was hard-earned, and the biggest highlight of my career. Never will I forget that day, never. I'm going to be telling that story to my children, and they'll be telling it to their children.
I entered through the second rope, and took a microphone from one of the crew members. the crowd couldn't calm themselves down. They were too busy trying to outdo each other. It was the Hayden Sucks verses Hayden Rocks chants. I love a mixed reaction.
"Well," I said through the mic, and it was like magic, they all began to calm themselves, "Do you know who's standing in the middle of this ring right now?"
Stopping for a moment, I took a look at the crowd. My mother, Gavin, and Aiden were not in crowd again, they had to leave for Massachusetts because of Gavin's job. I was just happy they got to spend Wrestlemania with me, that was the most important event.
"You're Women's Champion of course! Last night, I became the new Women's Champion by beating Alexa Gage to her end. The feeling of being your Women's Champion is exhilarating, and incredible. The fact that I kicked Alexa's ass is even more great! I mean, all this time she was on her high horse, thinking she would beat me. I warned her throughout all the past weeks, but no. She was convinced she wouldn't lose to me. Newsflash Alexa, you lost. You're not longer Women's Champion. I am! Don't worry though, I promise that I will be the greatest, and a much more better Champion than you."
The crowd was mixed, moreover to the 'hating' side. I was still proud of myself, no matter what the crowd said. Those who support me, I love them all. Those who don't, that's alright too. Everyone has their own opinion, and I respect that.
"So, Tonight..I'm going to celebrate with my baby," I smiled showing off my pearly whites, "First, he's going to beat Mr. Straight-Loser, C.M Punk, and since I have the night-off, I'm going to be right by his si-"
Suddenly, the pop music, "Just Dance" By Lady Gaga blasted through the speakers. Unexpecedly, the crowd cheered for the mystery person. My belt fell to my right hand, as I stared at the ramp. And there, appearing through the curtain was...Bianca. What the hell is she doing out here? A huge smile covered her face, and she slapped a majority of the ringside fans' hands. She stared at me, carefully entering through the third rope. She stood in front of me, obviously taller than me. I stand only at 5'3 and she's about 5'10, plus the high-heels.
"What the hell do you want?" I said staring up at her, "Want to interview me or something? Because if that's all, then just ask your question, and don't waste my time."
She giggled, before viciously grabbing the mic from me.
"Shut up!" she said in her irrating voice, "Gosh Hayden, your so...bitchy!"
Rolling my eyes, I went over to get another microphone.
"Look, Ms. Barbie Bianca, I don't know why you're here trying to insult me, but I suggest you leave this ring now, before you get your ass-kicked by me. Got it?"
Once again, she giggled, and brought the mic to her lips; "That ego of yours isn't going to get you anywhere Hayden. Soon, you're boyfriend is going to turn to me..."
What? Oh hell no.
"Sorry, he doesn't go for trashy whores..."
"Really?" she cocked her left eyebrow, "Then why is he with you?"
The crowd Oohed at the comment, and Bianca smirked. I took a deep breath, and exhaled.
"You know what," I backed up from her, "You're not worth it, okay? So I'm going to be the mature one, and..."
BOOM! Suddenly, her high heel connected with my chin, jamming my teeth together. I fell to the ground, scrunching up. What the hell was that? My eyes looked up, and there I saw two girls beat up against me. Where's my help, seriously?! I kicked back, causing them to stumbled back a bit. However, a third girl joined, holding me back. She held my arms together, and Bianca with Eve began punching me viciously. Then, Bianca kicked me in the gut, sending me down the the mat. The third girl let go, and the trio slid out of the ring. I can't believe it!
Clutching my stomach, I stared at the three divas walking up the ramp together.
It was Bianca, Eve, and... Alexa.
This couldn't be happening, no.
"By the way Hayden," Bianca still had the mic in her hand, "Ask your boyfriend why he kept coming to my locker-room earlier tonight, oh, and before I forget, we have a match next week. You and I in a singles match!"
And with that, her pop music blasted through the speakers, and there I was, lifting myself up from the mat. By now, there were two things running through my mind.
Why was the sudden attack? And, was Tyler actually going to her locker-room? And the first thing to figure out? Tyler.
Knock, Knock, Knock!
He better answer this locker-room door. If he doesn't, I swear I'll...
"Hayden?" he said, interrupting my angry thoughts, "Are you okay baby? I saw the attack."
I quickly entered the locker-room, shoving him into the room also. He shut the door, looking at me as if I were crazy. What, did he not hear what Bianca said?!
"Okay, I'm going to cut to the chase Tyler," My hands went over my hips, "Did you go to Bianca's locker-room?"
"W-what? Where did you hear that?"
Oh no, look at his face. That's the guilty face, his green eyes are growing big.
"Just answer the question, did you, or did you not go to the skank's locker-room?"
He combed through his locks with his fingers, and paced back and forth, "Y-yeah."
Breath in... Breath out... Breath in...Breath out.. There must be a rational reason on why he went to her locker-room.
"Why?"
He came closer, and took my hand; "You'll never believe what I found out."
"Oh gosh," I groaned, "Tyler, please don't tell me..."
"Bianca isn't Bianca."
"Of course she's Bianca," I argued, "That's her name Ty."
"No," he shook his head, "That's her stage name, her real name is Roxanna."
"Rox-" No! Roxanna from a couple of years ago. The girl who tried to take Tyler away from me. The girl who I got in a huge fist fight with. No fucking way, she hated the wrestling business. I don't get why she would come back, that's just odd. No wonder she's against me, I never would have expected that.
"How did you find this out?"
"I went to her locker-room," he answered honestly.
"Uh, why did you go there in the first place?"
"I had to resolve something," he told me, without actually saying the truth.
"What?"
"It's no big deal Hayden, okay?"
"If it isn't a big deal, why won't you tell me?"
He sighed, and before he could answer, a crew member barged through the door.
"Tyler, they need you at the interview space now."
"Alright Pete," he nodded, and turned back to me, "Don't worry about it baby, it's nothing."
"Sure," I averted my eyes away, and felt his lips touch mine for a short kiss.
"I'll be back soon," he said, and then he left me alone, in the hotel-room. I guess he's telling me the truth. It's nothing big, right? I know he would never involve himself with Roxanna that way, I mean that would be so wrong.
The television was on, and Punk was cutting a promo, of course, Tyler had to interrupt him. Taking a seat on the couch, I stretched my legs out, and made myself comfortable.
Then, I heard a vibration coming from the leg chair. Sitting up, I glanced over, and saw Tyler's cellphone. Hm. I took it into my possession, and flipped it open. One new message. I clicked the view button, and to my surprise and utter shock, I re-read the text over.
I'm so excited to see you tonight. Trust me, I'm totally going to wear that cute red lingerie.
Love Bianca.
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