Chapter Eight

"Meghan, good to see you," he smiles. His eyes are cold, though he's smiling down at me. He offers a hand to help me up. "I was just coming to see you."

"Coming to see me?" I softly ask. I feel uneasy around him. I know that he's trying to act kind but I can't get what I heard out of my head. Maybe I was hearing things but that doesn't explain why I get this feeling from him.

"Yeah, Chris told me that you brought my wallet back to me. I wanted to thank you," he smirks. "And ask you something?"

"Well it's not problem about the wallet and what did you want to ask me?" I say, as I feel the presence of other people behind me. I turn my head slightly to see a few other guys, the guys from NXT that I saw him talking to as a matter of fact.

"Oh, just what you heard when you were spying on us." Wade sneers at me.

"I wasn't spying on you," I reply, trying to keep my calm although I want to scream out what I heard him saying.

"Oh, don't be so modest. Skip saw you leaving and saw the wallet on the ground. We put two and two together. Now, what did you hear?" Wade asks, his voice getting even harsher.

"I…I heard you talking about your plans. How could you all do this? These men took you under their wing and they didn't have to do that for you."

The boys behind me chuckle and Wade steps closer, "How could we do this? Tell me Meghan, what would you give to be at where you wanted with your family? That's how ALL of us feel about the WWE. This is the place all of us want to be. We'll do anything to make it that way. They treat us like dogs, give us one big locker room and tell us that we have to fight each other to the finish. To them we're nothing but playthings. Hell, half of our pro's can't even stand us."

"I know Chris looks highly at you," I reply, "so these guys don't have a chance, so what? You could be great Wade, you could be a champion."

"These guys are my friends. You'd do the same for that waste of skin Evan Bourne. Now," Wade lifts his hand and puts it on my shoulder, "we all have our reasons for doing things. Ours is we want respect. As for not telling anyone what you heard, what will shut your mouth?"

I shake my head, "I can't let you go out and hurt innocent people. Especially not my husband."

I turn to leave but Wade spins me around with the hand that was still on my shoulder, "We're not done speaking."

"I think I was done talking," I stubbornly reply.

"Oh no. Your going to promise that you won't tell a soul what you heard last night." Wade says.

"Yeah or we'll beat the hell out of you," sneers the one with the star shaved into the side of his head.

"Hey, watch your tongue David! She is still a lady and we will not treat her as if she is anything else." Wade snarls at the man, who I know now is David Otunga.

"Do you need us to do something Wade?" asks the red head.

"No Heath, you all can leave. I'm going to handle this myself," smiles Wade. The others leave and he leans against the wall, crossing his arms. "Meghan, you know that I respect Chris. You know that as his rookie I probably look up to him more than anyone else. But there are some things that you just can't solve reasonably. This is one of them. We have to do whatever it takes to get known. Please, don't tell Chris. I wouldn't want to hurt him…"

"Wade, there has to be another way. Something we can do or say to make this idea seem stupid. I know there has to be something we can do. From what I hear, your set to win NXT. Even Jerry Lawler thinks so."

"Yes, and what happens to the others, huh?" Wade asks. "What happens to their lives? They want this just as much as I do. Perhaps some of them want it even more."

"This isn't the way. I'll tell Chris is I have to." I start walking towards the stairs.

"The first step in being put out of a job is the announcing booth," Wade calls after me.

I turn and look at him, "What do you mean by that?"

"Surely you see it too," Wade says, almost as if he's trying to talk to a five year old. "They wanted to put you where you couldn't shine. Meghan, you pass up any of the other girls in the ring. Your so talented and yet they put you merely on commentary. I've heard the rumors. Vince is thinking about getting rid of Chris and you because of your ages. Now…there are ways I could help you."

Part of me doesn't want to believe him but…another part of me wants to believe him. I know Chris is getting old and there was something about Vince that seemed a little cold. "What…what are you offering?"

"I'm offering that if you join us and keep quiet, you'll be treated like a real star. The thing is, if I win, you'll want to clear the announcing table the next day. And if I hear you told someone, then I won't allow you to be in on it," nods Wade. He extends a hand and smirks at me, "Deal?"

For what seems like an eternity I simply sit there. And then I extend my hand and shake his, "Deal."

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