Chapter Twelve

On my left was Jeff, sitting with the chair's back between his legs and leaning over the top. On my right was Cena, sitting with his legs crossed and an arm around me. Where it rightfully belonged, might I add. I leaned back in my chair sliding my hand onto his knee.

I never took my eyes off of Vince, who was seated at the head of the long table. This meeting with the writers was turning sour, and the boss was getting angry. There was a phone in the middle of the table, where the voice of one of the story writers was emanating.

We had been in this conference room for hours, fighting over how to handle the situation at hand. How was Jeff Hardy going to end up in the ring with John Cena and make it seem real? How do we keep the illusion in tact?

Vince leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. The possibilities were limitless, but the writers were pissed because they already had everything written out until the next pay-per-view where all the storylines changed.

Earlier that day, I talked to Vince about what was going on, explaining that Cena and McWhore were no longer together. Let me repeat that. No longer together. Feels good, doesn't it? Anyway, I told Vince the story because I wanted him to direct the storyline that way. The way where McWhore gets nothing except an ass beating. Then again, he kind of had to be unbiased...

"So what are you getting at, Walter?" I heard Vince ask when I zoned back in.

"I'm thinking...Cena has Michelle has a "manager", right? What if we show shots of Cena talking to Acelynn outside of his dressing room, then he kisses her and takes her inside then we go to a different camera and show Michelle standing there watching. We can start the jealousy feud right there. Then we can have a match between Cena and some superstar where his rival comes down to the ring and does something... we'll work out the details later...Acelynn will rush down to the ring and take care of him while Michelle..."

"Woah! Sorry to interrupt, Walter." I stood, leaning on my fists. "Isn't that delving a little too personal into what actually happened? Are there some sort of lines we can't cross here?"

Vince sneered at me. "Imaginary lines. I make the lines. Therefore, no." He pressed him back into the chair and made it tilt. Folding his hands over his stomach, Vince looked at the ceiling with a certain gleam in his eye.

"Mr. McMahon?" I sighed, wondering what he could possibly be throwing at me this time.

"Vince?" Apparently Cena was just as uncomfortable with the look.

"Walter, I think you may have something there. There's three weeks until out next pay-per-view. That's enough time for Acelynn to learn the ropes. We'll start with your idea, then build up to a match at the pay-per-view where Acelynn will compete against Michelle for the ultimate stakes. Winner get a full year contract with Raw and gets the managerial position with John Cena. Loser, goes home."

I froze. Cena and Jeff got up from their chairs simultaneously, while Cena wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Vince, that's not right, man." He sighed, pulling me closer to him.

I was at a loss for words. But only for a moment. I wriggled free from Cena's grasp, which I knew was only to keep me from doing something completely stupid, a crossed my arms over my chest. "I already have a contract with Raw. What happens if I lose?" I stated.

"Not a wrestling contract, my dear. You have an "additional employee" contract. A wrestling contract is different. You forfeit your original contract the minute you step foot in that ring for competition. That way, everything's fair. Plus, with an added bonus, we don't have to come up with some crazy idea about Jeff Hardy being in the ring with someone whose storyline isn't familiar."

My heart tore in two. I had to fight for the guy, and now I had to fight even harder for my career. Cena's cell phone went off. He was just going to let it ring and go to voicemail, but I reached into his pocket on instinct. The name Michelle flashed on the small screen for the second before I flipped it open. "Get over it, bitch!" I yelled, slamming the phone shut and handing it back to him.

Vince smirked at my actions. "This is going to be good."

- - - - - - -

It was a Thursday. It was raining. I felt like I was in hell. I was laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Actually, I was spaced out and listening to music, but it looked like I was staring at the ceiling. I started singing to myself, as I often did when I was thinking.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm, hey let go of all you know. You're flying away now. What have you got to lose? Say out loud these words I've found. I'll be there when you come down. I'll be waiting for you..." (Holly Wood Died by Yellowcard)

There was a knock at the door, but I wasn't about to get up. I might lose my train of thought then. Instead, I yelled that the door was open and waiting until someone showed up in my bedroom. It was my dad, bringing me food that my mom had made for me.

"Hey, Princess," He smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I know that face. You make that face when you're seriously thinking about something. Or..."

"Dad," I cut him off, "please don't bring up the potty-training story right now." I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest.

"Funny, I never heard that one." Cena laughed, coming in after my father. He kissed me on the cheek and curled up behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. "I saw your dad downstairs..." He explained.

"So why the long face, Princess?" Dad asked, standing up. I could tell it made him kind of uncomfortable for him to be sitting on the same bed as my boyfriend and me.

"I might lose my job in three weeks." I sighed, letting myself fall into Cena' comforting arms. "I have a match at the next pay-per-view, and the stipulation isn't that great. Well, for the winner it is."

"Then win. Where's the problem?" My father always told me he was my number one fan, even when I wasn't in the WWE. He was the one who first let me watch it with him, and I've always loved him for it since. Not only was it my dream to be a wrestler, but I could describe how proud my father looked when I told him I had first gotten the job.

"Well, it's against his ex-girlfriend and she's probably hell bent on revenge."

Cena laughed, but I put a stop to that with an elbow to the gut. "I'll train you. I'll be there at ringside. Do you seriously think I'd let her hurt you? Or worse, screw you over? That's not going to happen, Ace." I smiled, not knowing what else to do. I felt safe with him, and his words. I trusted him. "Once you're in the gang, you're a member for life." he continued.

"Okay, Mr. 'Word Life'. I believe you."

My father clapped his hands together then held them out to me, helping me stand. "Let's go have some of that food your mom made, then."

"As long as it's not sushi." I laughed.

had to write this while i had it fresh in my mind. i know Ace comes across as very mary-sue... but that's okay, i guess.

whatcha think?

Ruby