A/N: a sincere thank you to all of you who reviewed. really. i mean it. reviews urge me to write, and saying this... here's the next chapter!
a few comments on my part first.
a) Ace is going to refer to Cena using several names. just cause i usually do. either it will be Cena, Johnny, John (more serious tone), or JC. i tend to call him JC, so you might see a lot of that. just so you don't get confused...
b) on the note of confusion. for all those who didn't understand chapter one, i added an explantion (at the end of chapter one). i didn't tend for it to be confusing, so i thought that an explanation might help.
well... hope you like the chapter. i'll admit... i really liked writing this one.
read out and rock on
Ruby D.
Chapter Four
The lights whirled around the dome of the arena. The sounds boomed from the speakers located every several feet. Fireworks went off all around me. Everything echoed; the screams of the crowd and the guy in my headset tell me that the introduction was almost over. Cameras flooded the floor, showing every last decorated image of the illusion. Everything sparkled, and for two hours, everything would be as perfect as it could be. Or as perfect as we could make it.
I was sitting at the commentating desk at the top of the ramp, waiting for it all to begin. Tonight, King ran the vocal introduction. "Hello and welcome to another broadcast of WWE's Monday Night Raw. Jerry "The King" Lawler here with my new partner, WWE Diva Acelynn, filling in for J.R. So Acelynn, what do you think's gunna happen tonight?"
The camera's pointed at me and I could practically feel the stares from every single body in that arena. The rush was completely worth it all. "Call me Ace, King."
"'Kay, Ace..."
"Well, I dunno. The spontaneity of the show is what makes it as great as it is..."
"Well, put."
I was completely beaming from ear to ear. I knew that if I could just get past the first couple of minutes unscathed, I'd be absolutely fine. Then entrance music started, which made me jump in my seat a little.
"Your time is up, my time is now.
You can't see me, my time is now.
It's the franchise, boy I'm shining now.
You can't see me, my time is now..."
A song I know all too well. Cena came out on the stage, waiving his championship in the air and doing what he always does, searching the crowd for signs with his name.
I just love seeing them, knowing that those people spent their good, hard-earned money to see me...
I can remember when he told me that.
The crowd roared with shear giddiness as he jumped all around the stage. Some booed, but not many in this crowd tonight. Not as bad as usual. At the mouth of the ramp, and in the middle of his song, he stopped, saluted, then continued marching towards the squared circle. Not before glancing over at the commentary table and giving me a subtle wink, though.
I hadn't talked to him since we got off the plane in Massachusetts and headed in our own directions. Really, I was kind of pissed at him. More at his 'girlfriend', though. Man, how I hated her. I wonder how long she'll last... I wondered to myself, but I stopped from spacing out entirely. Doing that on television would be horrifying.
No, I wouldn't submit myself to that. Instead, I talked. I talked about what was happening in the ring, I talked about what was going on in the backstage area. I talked about all the trash talking Edge was doing (which is usually a complete load of shit). And I talked about what the divas were wearing upon King's request. Every once in a while I'd throw in a couple of witty remarks, some political verbal jabs, and a event in WWE history every now and then.
I never thought the end would come... more like I didn't want it to. It was a spectacular ending, though. Even I will admit.
After everything that happened to Hunter, whom I've only known for a few days before his accident, I was glad to see the DX plot line end just like it should have:
In an extremely courageous, and mildly outrageous, handicap match, Shawn Michaels had mercilessly beaten Randy Orton and Edge all by his lonesome self. He came down the ring, and intense glare sending shivers through the spines of true WWE fanatics. He was a man with a mission. The match, lasting approximately ten minutes, was one of the fiercest I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing. And this sight was no pleasure. A bloody, sweaty, nearly defeated Michaels comes back with moments left, plants his foot and starts his infamous stomping. The crowd goes crazy as he plants his "Sweet Chin Music" squarely in the jaw of an unsuspecting, gloating Edge while his partner was swept to the floor by an interference on the part of Ric Flair. After getting the pin, Michaels drug himself from the now crimson coated canvas and reached under the mat to grab a sledgehammer that has been his teammate's 'friend' through thick and thin. Flair joined him in the ring, carrying two chairs. One in each hand. Flair carefully placed a stupefied Edge between the chairs, then stood back as he watched Michaels raise, then lower the hammer in a sickening thud of revenge. Edge's body lay twitching in the middle of the ring, but Michaels wasn't done yet. He took out a can of green spray paint, from where I couldn't see, and scribbled:
Suck it
-DX
across the width of his back.
It was truly the perfect ending to the illusion.
- - - - - - -
Cena caught up with me after the show. I was still seated in J.R.'s chair, my feet resting on the announce table and my eyes looking directly at the ring. The monitors were gone, and all the headsets were disconnected, but it still felt like I experiencing the show. The rush was still there.
"So..." He started, sitting in King's seat, "this is what it looks like over here."
"No, it's better." I smiled.
He acted like he fully knew the extent of my joy. Cena acted like he knew everything. But this time he really did. He let me marvel in my own little world for a second more, leaving me to be an astronaut in the space case that I called a brain, then continued to speak. "So... should I order the same thing, or you want to go crazy tonight?"
"How crazy we talking?"
His mouth curved into a malicious smile as he formed his hands into the evil pyramid of contemplation. "...Sushi..."
I burst out laughing, finding it hard to keep my balance on the edge of the seat. "You're such a reject!" The laughter subsided as I wiped my face from all expression. "I am not eating raw fish. AM. NOT. Got it?"
"Oh, come on, Ace. Live on the wild side."
"Having you as a friend is wild enough. I'll pass on any extra adventure."
"You suddenly become to good for me, Little Miss Commentator?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you, Johnny? Brad called me last night. As in, Brad Pitt. He told me he's splitting with Angelina for me. Said I was just too good to pass up..." I kidded, finally snatching my butt from the chair. "You can have the raw fish. I'm too excited to eat."
He let out one last 'ha', as he put his arm around my neck and forced me through the curtain.