A/N: Sorry this one is a bit longer than I intended. Hope you like it. Reviews are appreciated.
Time flies, ya' know. Before I knew it, I'd been on tour with the WWE for six months. I had little matches all the time, but once in a while the writers would throw me out in the middle of a main event as a valet or something to keep everyone interested in the back and forth between Stephen and me. Seems that everyone in the WWE universe sensed something there, probably because I kept accidentally walking in on his promos…remind me to kill Nattie later. I was getting ready to start my first story line, Jerry Lawler and Michael Cole had been building it up for a few weeks, something about Matt and I being an in ring couple.
At the moment, though, I was out on Galveston Beach with my gal pals soaking in the sun. Mari and I were playing in the surf, both of us wearing matching black and silver bikinis. She looked better in it, in my opinion, but she'd forced me to buy it for our weekly Twinsday (Monday.) Eve and our new diva, Shaul, were up on the beach playing volley ball when we heard Mike scream, "I wanna' play!"
"Oh great!" I smacked my forehead, "Where there's Mike, there's the rest of the guys."
"You called it," Mari said pointing to the hill. Both Johns, Chris, Randy, Ted, Matt, Kevin Kiley (Alex Riley), TJ, Anthony, and Stephen were walking toward our sunny little paradise. Stephen was covered in sunscreen and carried a giant sun umbrella with him. He plopped it down and laid out his towel before he and Mike tore off their shirts and headed towards the water with Matt and Kevin.
"Andie!" Kevin screamed, tackling me and knocking me under the water. I stayed under and pulled his shorts off. I shot to the surface, waving the shorts around like a trophy.
"Hey! Those are mine! Give em' back!" Kev screamed.
"Nope, not until you apologize for dunking me. Here Mari, catch." Before I could throw the trunks something pulled me under. I came back to the surface to find Stephen sopping wet and glistening in the sunlight. He wore his charming grin that always made me feel all…well you know…the butterfly feeling. Well, I flashed him a dirty look and acted like I was angry, all the while my cheeks were reddening to a deep blush.
"What's wrong with ya', lass? Did I make you mad?" He laughed.
"No." I sounded like a spoiled child.
"Did I embarrass you again, An?" I turned away from him and made my way towards the beach. Once on the sand, though, it was like stepping into catering after a match. I tripped over my right foot, stumbled forward, twisted and fell hard on my backside. Mike let out a loud laugh, but John C. ran over and helped me up. Once back on my feet, I jerked my arm away from him and stalked over to my towel. John C. turned to Stephen and yelled "What did you do to her this time?" Stephen shrugged his shoulders and gave me the confused look I'd become so accustomed to. I threw my cover up on and laid down, putting my nose into the book I'd been reading…one of the Percy Jackson books.
Eventually Mari and Lay coaxed me into playing a volley ball game against the boys. It was Mari, Eve, Lay, Nattie, Sonny (That's our nick name for Sonora), and me against Mike, John C., Kev, TJ, Anthony, and Stephen. I got a little cocky because I played in high school so I made a bet with Cena that we'd beat them so bad that they would cry. The stipulation being that if I won my team got to bury him in the sand and if he won his team would bury me. I stripped my cover up off and waltzed proudly to my side of the net and picked up the ball from the ground.
"You better watch out! I had the best serve in my district way back when!" I called over the net. I rested the ball in my right hand and pulled back my left fist. I hit the ball dead center and sent it flying over the net. Too bad I was playing against a team of giants because it would've been a great serve otherwise. As it was, Kev sent it right back across the net and all of us rushed to knock it back over. Eve got to it first hurling it over the net and straight into the sand. One point for us, but the next one belonged to the guys.
We played for about an hour before we called it quits. You may think we lost, but we left the boys in the dirt, figuratively speaking. We had a 10 point lead over them, and, as per the agreement, John C. laid down on the beach so that we could cover him. I started on his right foot, Eve got his left and everyone else joined in, occasionally throwing sand in his hair. We all laughed and ran away, leaving him there. He kept yelling something about making us pay, but we had packed him in there pretty tight, so we weren't too worried about his threats.
I was playing in the water with Shaul when Mari called for us to leave, so we packed our stuff away, and drove back into Huston for the show. A few hours later I was getting on my spiffy new ring attire. It was a pair of black spandex short shorts with a matching top. There was a set of three red stars placed diagonally on either side of the shorts, and the whole get up was covered in dark blue glitter. I also had a line of stars running along the bottom of my right eye. I was a little nervous, this was my first mixed tag match. I made my way out to gorilla and waited for my cue.
First Stephen went out to run his mouth and then Matt to shut Stephen up. There was an argument between the two about whether or not flyers were better than brawlers. Finally our GM, Michael annoy-the-hell-out-of-you Cole, announced that there would be a match. Not just any match, but a tag team, and that Matt and Stephen were to pick their own partners, so long as Matt chose a flyer and Stephen a brawler. There was some more jibber jabber about flyers being horrible excuses for wrestlers from Stephen, and then he said something about a girl could beat any flyer Matt chose. Thus Michelle McCool's music began to play. She gave me a hug and made her entrance. After that there was a little babbling coming from Jerry in the commentator's box, and the special guest commentator Jim Ross threw in his two cents before Matt grabbed a mic up again.
"You know what Sheamus, you're asking for it. Any flyer could beat you, and since you think you're better than me, and you think a girl could beat me I'm going to bring someone out that I know could take you down. She's like dynamite. My partner is…Rhiannon!" My music blared through the speakers and a collective cheer went around the arena. I pushed through to the main floor and got ready for my trademark routine. Right with the rhythm of the song I did a series of flips from the top of the entry and landed in front of the ring with a spray of blue and red pyro from the center of the walkway. There was a lot of pop with my entrance. As the crowd cheered I hopped into the ring and made my rounds at the corners getting every section hyped, and then I went to stand next to Matt. An official slid under the ropes, and sent Michelle and I to the corners, then he signaled for the bell. Immediately Stephen rushed Matt with a spear sending him into the turnbuckles. Steve then backed off and got ready to hit his signature Brogue kick. Matt slid under him and jumped catching Stephen's head in between his legs and dragging him to the mat. Matt gave him an elbow drop and headed to our corner where he tagged me. Before Michelle could make it into the ring, I climbed up to the top of the corner executing a perfect Five Star Frog Splash. I got a warning because Stephen wasn't legal, as we all knew I would and then Michelle blindsided me with a big boot to the face. I crumbled to floor and Stephen hurried to his corner. Chelle brought me to my feet with her hands firmly gripped in my hair and then she shoved me into a rope, hoping I'd dash at her so she could Clothesline me. Instead, I twisted around to face her and hooked my arms over the rope. When she came at me I lifted myself up, kicked her in the chest with both feet, and flipped over the rope. I waited for her to hit the ground like we'd planned, and then pulled the rope back to sling shot myself up onto the top rope and then jumped into the ring where I caught her with a diving knee drop. She rolled over, completely selling the bit, and then stumbled to her feet and to her corner. Chivalrous as my character was I went ahead and tagged in Matt, who hit Stephen with a flurry of fast hits and then a few aerials that made my heart sing. I love flying; it's soaked into my very being.
In the end, Matt and I won when I caught Michelle in a roll-up, and then she and Stephen sulked all the way back stage. Matt and I went to each corner, lording or victory over the behemoths…well, Chelle's not a behemoth, but if you've ever seen the two of us together you would understand why I have the privilege of saying such. Anyway, as we met up in the center of the ring Matt motioned for microphones.
"Thanks, Rhi!"
"Thanks, for what?" I asked pulling my mic up.
"For helping me beat that big bully."
"No problem, Evan, if you ever need my help again, just ask."
"Well, I don't need your help, but I do have a question."
"Ask away, Airbourne."
"Well, I'm not really good at this stuff, so-" He leaned down and gave me a totally PG kiss.
"Oh! Evie, are you trying to say you like me?" He nodded his head. "And you want to be my boyfriend?" Another nod. "Oh, Evie, of course." I tilted my head up and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Now, C'mon, we've got to celebrate!" I grabbed his hand and lead him to the ropes, where he held them open for me to crawl through. We resumed the hand holding when we got to the floor, but once back stage we let go, said bye, and headed in the opposite direction.
Now, just a little FYI, we all like to unwind after work, so it was no wonder when the girls and I pulled on tight jeans and miniskirts and headed to a bar. And, since we are all one big happy family, those of us who went out (from both RAW and Smackdown) after the show all went to the same place. I couldn't tell you what it was called, but it was a fun place. Everyone was enjoying themselves, or drinking until they couldn't see straight. Even I was in on the action, minus the alcohol, of course…I don't drink. For hours I laughed and danced and watched as all of my best buds went stupid from the liquor, but as always, there's got to be a party pooper somewhere, right? That night it wasn't Chris, who actually didn't drink a lot…the night at the restaurant was a fluke, it was one girl by the name of Taryn. She wasn't happy at all that on her first night with the WWE talent since she was let go her husband Drew was actually enjoying himself…yeah I said it, Drew. He was busy talking away with Stephen, Dave Finlay and Stu when Taryn mysteriously appeared at his side. My buddy, Milena (Roucka not Perez), pointed me in their direction. Taryn was tapping her foot on the floor and her arms were crossed.
"Oh, boy." I said. I couldn't tell what she was saying over the music, but she was definitely yelling at him. From his expression she was probably giving him another brow-beating lecture about how he's an asshole and she deserved better. The next thing I knew she had knocked him across the face with a decent punch. He lowered his eyes to the table and stared at the dark wood, while the other men gave her looks that shouted "What the fuck? Are you crazy?" I told Mel to hang on to my purse and I stepped gingerly towards Taryn, ever willing to put myself into a fight, especially to defend the wronged party.
"Uhm. Taryn?" I tapped her on the shoulder.
"What do you want?" She said whipping her hair across my face as she turned around. "Oh. Your that girl that was dancing with him earlier, aren't you?"
"I don't know what delusional planet you hail from, Sweetie, but Drew hasn't moved from this table all night."
"Oh, sure you would defend him."
I looked towards Drew, "Does she always act like a second grader?" He nodded, and I focused back on Taryn, "Yeah, I will defend him, because he didn't do anything wrong and you just punched him."
"So? There's not a thing he can do about it."
"You know, my Mom always told me growing up that if a girl wants to act like a man, then she should be knocked down like one."
"And?"
"And if he doesn't hit you I'm going to." WHAM! She slapped me. "Well, can't say I didn't tell you so." I decked her right in the nose. Blood started to pour out of it, and then her friends jumped to her aid. In less than a minute the bar had turned into a battle zone. Everyone joined in on the action, squaring off against people they didn't like, some they didn't even know. Meanwhile, I was still busy laying into Taryn, but someone pulled me off and held me back. I watched as Nattie threw a chair at one of my fellow rookies and the place pretty much went to hell. Whoever it was that was holding me wouldn't let go of me long enough for me to hit Taryn, so I just screamed at her.
Eventually all the chairs were broken and everyone was soaked in some sort of alcohol. A bouncer and a club owner came through the room and kicked us out, except for Taryn…he called her a cab and asked us for an address. I didn't see the practicality of calling a cab for everyone in the group, so those of us still sober (Phil, Barbie, and I) decided to walk our friends back to the hotel. There was no telling how many people in the line were truly drunk, but I was sure that everyone was going to get a ticket for public intoxication. We lead them through a number of streets to no avail, so we stopped at a park and made them all sit down while we thought up a new course of action.
While I was pondering the idea of calling the boss man to let him know what was going on, someone from one of the tiny groups we had put everyone in called me over.
"What Heath?"
"Ste Fan wants to talk to you."
"Alright, Stephen, what do you have to tell me?"
"Drunk men don't lie…" His speech was way passed slurred.
"Okay." I said, annoyed.
"Well…I'm drunk, so I've got a secret for you, An."
"Well?"
"I think you're pretty."
"Is that all?"
"No…I want a kiss."
"Heath give him a kiss." Heath leaned over towards Stephen, but the Irishman tipped over. "NO! I wanna' kiss from you." He stood up and hobbled around doing what I call the Shit-Faced dance. He got in my face and stared me down. My heart began to pump really fast,and my mind went blank. The butterflies in my tummy began doing cartwheels and I colsed my eyes. Then, he leaned down. Right before his lips touched mine he passed out, hitting the damp ground with a loud thud. My face looked like a tomato again, and I hurried myself over to a different group.