Chapter Fifteen

I watched the monitor backstage intently. Cena stood there, McWhore at his side. They were fighting. "I don't understand why I can't just come down to the ring with you." She snapped, her arms folding just underneath her chest, pushing her bust upwards.

Smooth, I thought with a sly smile crossing my lips, flirting and fighting at the same time. Anything to keep the crowd entertained... But was all this really for the crowd? Her obviously attempt to show off her "assets" was a little too obvious. This whole situation, the written and choreographed one, was turning into a play about the actual.

"Just because," he barked back. She turned from him, getting all choked up with a single tear dripping down her powdered cheekbone. "Look, your match is right after this. Just stay back here and wait."

"I want to come down with you!" She yelled, stomping her foot and throwing her arms to her sides, her familiar childish expression pouting.

"And I don't want you to. It's gunna get brutal, and..."

"I bet you'd let her come with you..."

Cena shook his head at her last comment, knowing as well as me that that line was NOT in the script. He grabbed his championship from the soundboard guy, then walked through the curtain.

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I was in the fetal position behind the curtain, waiting for my music to start playing and for everything to follow through. I was zoning myself out, trying to push back the hatred that flooded my judgement, but at the same time I was trying to harbor it for strategical uses. My hands were clasped over my ears, and my eyes were shut as tight as I could close them.

This was it.

I was about to strut down to the ring, celebrate with Cena because he had just retained his WWE championship in a brutal match. He would be bleeding, he would be sweaty, he would be hurting, but I was instructed to jump on him, kiss him, and wait for McWhore to come down to the ring. That's when our match would begin.

Speaking of the devil, she appeared from behind me. I only noticed because of the shadow she was casting loomed over me. "What are you doing?" She asked, the cockiness in her tone ripping through my focus and almost forcing me to get in her face. I restrained myself.

"Please...just stop." I sighed, standing up to stretch out my back. My voice was drowned out by the fans cheering. Cena had just successfully delivered a FU. "Give it up. It's over."

"It's not over!" She retaliated, turning tail like I thought she would.

"Yeah... it is." I slipped behind the curtain and made my way to the top of the stage just as Cena's music began blaring. The silence -save to roars of the crowd- cut through the air in the arena, as my music cut through his.

"I sit here clutching useless lists,
And keys for doors that don't exist,
I crack my teeth on pearls,
I tear into the history,
Show me what it means to me in this world.
Yeah, in this world."

I raised my arms in the air, presenting myself to the crowd. I was watching Cena, the whole time, from the top of the ramp. He was standing the middle turnbuckle, his championship held as high as his arms would stretch. His eyes stared back at me, pure adrenaline was coursing through those blue pools, taking in everything around him. There was something else, too. Something I couldn't see from up here. I lowered my arms as the chorus started, and started making my way to my man. I liked the way that sounded. My man.

"'Cause I am due for a miracle,
I'm waiting for a sign,
I'll stare straight into the sun,
And I won't close my eyes,
'Till I understand or go blind."

I made sure to rotate my hips as I walked, accentuating my legs and curves. The people were cheering. Cheering for me. Some booed, but that's just because I was portrayed as the "other woman". Some boos were expected. Still, every lowered voice I heard broke my heart a little.

"I see the parts but not the whole,I study saints and scholars both,
No perfect plan unfurls,
Do I trust my heart or just my mind?
Why is truth so hard to find in this world?
Yeah, in this world."

I stood at the foot of the ring, peering through the rope. Just like I was instructed. The crowd was drowned out, and only me and Cena were in this moment - embedded in this time - taking it all in. The steel stairs were to my left.

"'Cause I am due for a miracle,
I'm waiting for a sign,
I'll stare straight into the sun,
And I won't close my eyes,
'Till I understand or go blind.
('Till I understand or go blind.)

I know that there's a point I've missed,
A shrine or stone I haven't kissed,
A scar that never graced my wrist,
A mirror that hasn't met my fist,
But I can't help feeling like I'm...

Due for a miracle,
I'm waiting for a sign, (Waiting for a sign)
I'll stare straight into the sun,
And I won't close my eyes. (And I won't close my eyes.)

Due for a miracle,
I'm waiting for a sign,
I'll stare straight into the sun,
And I won't close my eyes."

I brushed past him at first, heading to take a microphone from Lilian Garcia. She handed it to with a genuine smile - she never engaged me in a babble about her hair! - and I met Cena in the middle of the ring. Time stopped completely.

We just looked at one another, our eyes wrapped up in one another's. I now some the "something else". I saw his raw passion. He dropped his championship to the canvas, completely forgetting about it. Something I never thought I'd see him do. He grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me up to him, enough so I was able to wrap my legs around his waist. Then our next scripted movement. The kiss.

It wasn't a t.v. kiss. Not by a long shot. He opened his mouth, tongue lashing into mine. He traced the tips of my teeth with his tongue. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced, including the kiss the initiated this entire thing. When it was over I stood on his feet, my eyes still closed and mouth wanting more.

When I realized I wasn't going to get anymore, I opened my eyes to only see his still closed. He wanted more, too. They fluttered open seconds later. I had only now noticed the trickle of blood that was lining his eyebrow, flowing down his face. "Good luck," he whispered.

I felt like I didn't need it now. I let my feet drop to the canvas and held the microphone up to my mouth. "Ladies and gentle, you're reigning WWE Champion..." But my words were cut off by McWhore's music.

She marched down to the ring. I really mean marched. Her arms were perfectly still, sans the slight automatic swing from her momentum, her spine was held pin-straight, and her white-hot stare never left mine.

It was like war.

Cena backed away, subtly rubbing his hand across the small of my exposed back, took the microphone from me, then got on his knees and rolled out of the ring. He was going to observe from ringside.

McWhore stomped up the steps and climbed through the second rope. Once her feet hit the canvas, the bell rang and she lunged at me.

I side stepped.

McWhore fell over her own two feet, quickly recovering to her feet. We circled the ring for a few moments, making it look like we were trash talking one another. Really, we were just moving our lips. She stopped circling, seeming to yell something towards me as she raised her arms. I tackled her.

The crowd, and King, went crazy as we tumbled around the ring kicking and punching. She was on top of me, clawing at my face and hitting my head off the canvas. I managed to break through her frivolous attacks and grab a handful of hair. It's a dirty move, but I was willing to do just about anything to save my career at this point. Tugging as hard as I could, I pushed her off me and managed to get back to my feet.

The referee was telling me something, most likely about the hair-pulling, but I wasn't really paying attention. The crowd was drowning him out. He broke up us, pushing us to separate parts of the ring, if only for a second.

We started our circle again, this time meeting in the center of the ring and locking up. With everything I had, I pushed her away from me, sending her sailing towards the ropes. She bounced off them, riding the momentum forward and straight into a clothesline. Her head hit the mat, hard. She grabbed pockets of her own hair, clutching the back of her head, while she lay on the mat.

It seemed like we've only been here for seconds, but I was later reassured that the match took at least fifteen minutes including two commercial breaks.

For the crowd, I put on a little performance. Cena was seated at the commentary table, his hat skewed on his head from the headset he had over it. He was grinning from ear to ear. He was putting on his performance, too, pretending to be the playboy that others thought he was. How his character was scripted. He was telling them that it was usual to have ladies fighting over him, although he always tried to keep humble. Really, he was smiling at me. I pointed at him, the same smile set on my face. The fans cheered, or booed, upon the sight.

McWhore stirred, still gripping the back of her head. I watched as she struggled to get to her feet, resting on her knees. I leaned onto my own, waiting for my moment.

She finally stood, groggy and unaware. She turned towards me, and stepped, instinctively, in my direction. In stooped low, until I collected her securely on my shoulders. She was heavy, seeing as how she was bigger than me, but I managed to hold her up there for the moments before I guided her body to one side and slammed it back down on the mat. I have just performed my first, and LAST, FU.

I laid on top of her, listening for the count by the referee.

One...

Two...

Three...

It was over.

yes...Ace wins. but this isn't the end. not by a long shot. i'm prodicting maybe...two more chapters...possibly three...

ALSO! i'm thinking of writing a sequel... if i get enough support then i'll seriously start thinking about it. BUT THIS IS WHY I'M TELLING YOU THIS NOW! I'm looking for a CO-AUTHOR! for the sequel. mostly because it's going to be more wrestling involved, and i'm not that great at fight scenes (which is why this damn chapter took me so long to write.)

if you're interested, PM me or just write me a review...

until next time...

Ruby