Chapter 11:
"Oh no…I am not going out there in this," Delilah sneered through clenched teeth as she pointed to her tightly closed robe. Adam sighed in frustration and put a hand on her shoulder.
"It's just the top, babe. If you want you can wear my jacket with it, you can," he tried, watching as her expression changed to look at the floor length jacket hanging on one of the lockers. She sighed and removed the robe slowly revealing the top she was waking about. Adam handed her the jacket and she slipped it on before looking in the mirror to fix it.
"You know, I'm the rated-r super," He told her trying to create conversation between the two of them before their match.
"I know, the pants say so" She answered, lifting up the jacket to show the Rated-R insignia on her upper left thigh.
"So it was you who stole my pants. Nice boots by the way, you still those from some else too?" He laughed, kissing her on the cheek and glancing at the mirror as he held her.
"We make a nice on screen couple don't we? I just love the fact that I can act a wee bit evil and still look good." She laughed, turning around to kiss him gently on the lips.
"Let's get going, so I can kick John's ass," Adam said, Edge starting to take over his personality. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and they walked out of the locker room.
Delilah was somewhat nervous about the whole ordeal, at least she wouldn't be fighting, and she didn't think she was any way. She knew she had to help Adam in some way because he was showing her how to hit somebody with a chair the night before. She smiled evilly. They waited impatiently near the ramp as John was talking to the fans out side. Edge's music cut John's last sentence off and Adam pulled on Delilah's hand to begin walking down the ramp.
She tried to seem as though she was having a good time, but the thousands of screaming and booing fans kind of freaked her out a bit. She gripped Adam's hand tighter and he replied with another grip to reassure her.
The look on John's face almost made Delilah feel better about her predicament. John was almost as shocked as she was that she was on the show. He just stared at her and Adam as they made their way to the ring. She walked up the stairs and lifted a leg over the second rope to enter the ring.
John laughed and started to remove the things he couldn't fight with, like his chains and hat. Delilah's eyes widened as he began to remove his shirt. She cleared her throat and left the ring to let Edge and John start their match.
She was getting really hot inside the arena and the jacket wasn't helping. She looked around cautiously, before finally giving in and taking off her jacket. She watched the match and when Edge speared the referee to the ground and turned to knock John into the corner.
Delilah walked quickly to the announcement table and grabbed a steel chair from underneath someone who was sitting on it. Edge was busy throwing punches left and right while Delilah slid into the ring with the chair.
John was staggering to begin with, and the little voice in the back of her head was telling her this was wrong and the other larger part was telling her to hit him as hard as she could. She lifted the chair over her right shoulder and swung it hard so it hit him in the head. John fell on to the mat
She slipped out of the ring as the ref started to go down for the three count. She frowned when John lifted up his left shoulder, preventing Edge from winning the match. Delilah blew a strand of hair out of her face before looking to the ramp, where Torrie was running down to prevent her from doing any further damage to John.
She speared Delilah onto the floor and began to punch her. Delilah counteracted her attack by kicking her off of her and into the steel steps behind them. Rolling off the floor, she speared Torrie back into the steps, hitting herself in the process. They both lay there; trying to catch wait breath they had lost.
Delilah didn't know what was going on in the ring. She hoisted her self up using the apron of the ring and peered into the center of the ring. Both John and Edge were knocked out. She looked at Torrie, who had resumed to lay there. Everybody in the arena was chanting John's name.
John, looking as though he was trying to pin Edge will all the being left in him, lifted up an arm and threw him self over Adam's chest. He had won the match. Delilah cursed silently under her breath and climbed into the ring, crawling over to Adam to check to see if he was okay.
John stared at her from his spot on the ground. He couldn't get up. Delilah glanced over at him and stuck her tongue out. He rolled his eyes and turned over on his back. He glanced at the two from the corner of his eye and scoffed.
Backstage Delilah was wondering the halls by herself trying to find a way to the parking lot. Adam had left with a few of the guys for an after show ritual that he just couldn't pass up.
She found the parking lot and looked around aimlessly for her car. After five minutes she found it, towards the end of the parking lot. She threw her bag into the back seat and started the car, just sitting there for a good two minutes before pulling out of the parking spot and driving to her hotel.
The hotel was a good thirty minute drive from the arena, which was crap. There wasn't a hotel near by at all. She hated to drive at night. Everything was so much more dangerous at night.
She came to a stop at a red light and leaned back, watching the light boredly, waiting for it to turn green. When it did she pressed her foot gently on the gas and began to drive forward.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw two very bright headlights coming towards the right side of her car. She pressed her foot harder on the gas to avoid the car but was too late. The car slammed into her right side.
The glass from the windows shattered on the seats as Delilah covered her head to avoid getting hit with any shards. The cars came to a stop and Delilah, having closed her eyes, opened them to look at the damage.
The driver in the car next to her got out of his car and ran to her side. He pried open the door and helped her out. She was shaking uncontrollably.
"Hey…are you alright?" He asked, just as shaken as she was. She nodded her head and looked at the two cars blocking the intersection. The man standing next to her, the cause of the accident pulled out his cell phone to call the police.