~Kaila~
We made it backstage and went looking for JJ who seemed to have disappeared. I swear I see Mercer I will certainly give him a piece of my mind. Women have no place in the ring, my fucking brunette ass. They damn too have a place in the ring. I will show him why in a hell in a cell. I am not afraid of playing dirty or with getting down with the big boys. Ted found her having it out with Multi, AJ and Kazarian. Good on you, girl. Then I heard the oh-so-familiar voice of Tommy Mercer. Every time he speaks, his voice reminds me of someone familiar, I just can't put my finger on who it is. But it was definitely before I met Ted. Which does not narrow it down really. I saw Ted make a move to go after Mercer, beat him up or I will. Either way the man will be punished. "I'll help him understand." Ted said, I was hoping for a fight so I dragged Cody round the corner to see if anything was happening, it's hard to tell when you can't see through walls. We just so happened to walk in on Ted kissing JJ. I don't know why but I always giggle at seeing that. Maybe it's the satisfaction of seeing my genius idea working like a charm. But then I remembered Mercer.
"Hey jackass I want a word with you! Women shouldn't be in the ring, my ass and how the hell do you…" I was going on a rampage, Cody making no attempt to stop me, possibly because he knows he will be on the receiving end of it if he does and I don't wanna end up saying some thing I'll regret. It's not worth losing him.
"You said women shouldn't compete in the ring?" JJ's tether had snapped. Maybe she didn't see what Mercer and I said. She interrupted me and that scared me.
"Jordan it wasn't like that, I was angry and I said it to rile her up. You know I think you're damn amazing in that ring. I…" he stammered, not so tough now are you? Mr Big man. You ain't so big now.
"Save it Tommy, Ted, guys we going?" She said, dismissing and turning to us. She hugged Multi briefly and walked away not sparing a second glance for AJ or the others. As she walked past Tommy grabbed her arm, his eyes pleading. Even I have to admit, that look hurts. I swear I've seen that pout before, this is narrowing it down. She pulled her arm away and left with Ted. They didn't wait for us and we left them to it. We knew McMahon and the board would want answers. We only had some of what they wanted. The boys looked apologetic and Mercer looked broken. Time to get some answers.
"You three." I started, they looked up. "Start working on your apologies. I want a word with Mercer. Now. Get gone." The guys scrambled and a look of pure fear was plastered on Mercer's face.
"Mercer, I'm gonna start real calm. How much do you know about my past?" I could see him trying to work out the safest answer. Truth is, there isn't one. Especially when it comes to my family. Rough and soul-shattering as my childhood and adolescence was, I am very defensive about it.
~Tommy~
How could I tell one of the scariest women I've ever met that I know more than I let on. I couldn't tell her the truth. Not now. Not ever. I shouldn't have used Ryan against her. How could I? That's been one of my biggest mistakes. I don't regret anything else when it comes to Kai. I knew I had to keep the secret. I shouldn't have let Ryan abuse her. It's all my fault. I'm the reason for all her scars and she'll never know. "I swear that's all I know." I had to lie. I couldn't let anything else happen. I couldn't get anyone else hurt. I know what Kai's like when she's pissed. Whether or not she remembers, I tried to fight Ryan and she got punished for it. She ended fighting Ryan and getting more punishment.
~Kaila~
I could see the fear and although he acted a big man, he was humbled down a lot and petrified, considering I'm a midget compared to him. "Let's go, Kai." I nodded, letting Cody take my arm and drag me away. I felt broken. I don't know why. I just did. My mind remembers him but I can't put words to face. (Does that make sense?) I felt the scars on my back and tail bone singe at the thought of Ryan. I hissed in pain and they sent tingling pain all through me. "Kai? You okay?" I looked up into his big brown eyes and nodded, not leaving his gaze.
"Scars, being a bitch and giving me jip (pain, I will send for the publishers soon!)." He smiled at my British slang and took my arm and put it on his shoulder, so he was carrying me. "You do so much for me. I'll never be able to repay you." I murmured that like a whisper.
"Your love is more than enough. It's all I need." He stated, guess he did hear me. This is a time when I can stand soppyness, when the soppy is coming from my man's mouth. "You're turning me soft." I laughed at that one.
"Likewise." I murmured and for once I actually felt like a real person. I felt Cody's love giving me warmth and hope. The biggest amount I had for a long time. Considering Ryan crushed my faith and hope in anyone but myself. I've changed since he destroyed me. I've built myself back up with Ted and Cody always being there for me. We were eventually at the hotel and completely thrashed. I got changed into my sleeping shirt and shorts and flopped down on the bed, halfway between sleep and consciousness when my phone started going off. I reached over and moaned at the caller id. Time for a lecture. "Hello?" I had to stifle a yawn. I could not yawn whilst on the phone to the man who held my career in his hands.
"Kaila. I've been meaning to call you." Oh shit. This was not Paul. This was the big man himself- Mr Vincent Kennedy McMahon. I was so screwed. 1 wrong foot here and bang goes my career. And if he feels like it bang goes Cody's and Ted's while he's at it.
"It's a pleasure sir, to be worthy of your attention." Talk bout some major arse-kissing. Not enough to be Ace but enough to keep my job.
"The pleasure's all mine, Kaila. Anyway, I have called to tell you that you, Cody, Ted and JJ are wanted at the offices in Connecticut in 2 days at 10am. I'll see you then." And with that he hung up the call. Fuck. All the way to Connecticut for a meeting with the boss. That means a fair few things. Not many are good. I moaned and put my head in my hands, trying to think of what we've done to annoy him. The last time I went to see Mr McMahon was when I got a warning for my unsportsmanlike behaviour when I got really pissed at Mike. I apologised and now we're quite cool. But back to the point. Mr McMahon. Surely he can't screw JJ out of the title, she's done nothing wrong. Neither has the boys. This is my fault and the others are paying for it.