Chapter 25

With the attack on Vince, who has still not been released from the hospital, last week the WWE is being run by his daughter Stephanie. That being said, the danger level amongst the superstars has been on high alert. A lot of the diva's are starting to feel like they should have someone around them at all time and so are a lot of the smaller superstars. Chris refuses to let me go anywhere alone while he's hurt and has assigned Cena to make sure I don't get. Like he had to assign Cena, John's been making sure none of us divas are ever in the halls alone. He doesn't know what Wade did to me, no one but Chris does, but he still doesn't trust the man. I guess he see's the same thing in Wade that I did: a bastard capable of great evil.

Anyways, right now I'm at the hotel with Chris trying to enjoy what little time I have before I have to be over at the arena. He's still got his injured ribs which means he still can't hold me close but he can comfort me. Whats killing him most, I think, is the fact that he can't hold Louis. I have my head laying on his shoulder while I hold Louis who'se asleep. "Meg..." Chris trails off, running a hand through my hair, "...if I said I was scared about what the Nexus would do to you would you stop?"

I sigh, "We've talked about this before. I'm doing what's right, I know I am. So...no."

Chris sighs, "I thought so. I just don't want you to end up like Vince..."

"Chris, part of Vince being hurt so bad is because of his age. I'm not that old just yet," I reply softly.

Chris nods, laying his head back and closing his eyes, "Damn medication has me tired as hell..."

"It's okay, go to sleep. I'll put Louis in his seat that way you don't have to worry about him hurting your ribs," I reply softly.

"I want to get to spend time with you though..." Chris trails off, opening his eyes a little to look at me.

"Chris, we have all week and weekend to look after him. Besides, I make my comeback tonight. I'm just fighting R-Truth. It's not like I'm in the biggest match of my life," I laugh.

"Not til three weeks when Bragging Rights happens anyways..." Chris murmurs.

I lick my lip, "By then I'll have my team and we'll be unstopable."

"No team is unstoppable. Not even when they truly think they are," Chris replies softly, drifting to sleep.

I smile and kiss his nose before laying Louis, who has been asleep this entire time, in his little stroller top that also converts so you can pull it out and it's just the basket part of it. I leave the room and walk to the elevator. I'm waiting for the elevator when I see someone out of the corner of my eye. Ready to fight, I raise my fists and turn. It's a member of the Nexus alright, but he's not coming after me.

Justin Gabriel is leaning against the wall, arms wrapped around his knees and head resting against his knees. I know this position of sitting. It's how you sit when you feel like shit because someone said or did something to upset you. Against my better judgement, which is to point and laugh and say you fucked up, I walk towards him and sit down. "Whats wrong?" I ask.

He looks at me, not believing that I would actually care how a member of Nexus felt. And usually I wouldn't. But...I dunno...there's something about Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater that screams that they aren't like the others. "Why? So you and your little group can hold it against me when you guys fight us?"

"What little group?" I ask, trying to play innocent.

"Cut the coy bullshit," Justin snorts, "everyone's talking about how you and John Cena are forming a little group to try and take us down. Us having our dream careers is to much for you egocentric assholes to understand."

"No! We're forming a group to stop you all from attacking innocents!" I argue.

"Innocents? Cena basically attacked Wade before we attacked him!" Justin says grumpily.

"What do you mean, Cena attacked Wade? We were all backstage together the entire show, Chris and John and Robyn and I. John didn't attack Wade." I say, looking at him increduosly.

"That's...that's not what Wade said. Wade came back to the locker room and said Cena had pushed him in the hallway for not apparent reason. Said that he threatened to have him beat so bad he'd think twice about wanting to bring his little butt buddies back to the WWE." Justin replies softly.

"Justin...either I don't know John as well as I think I do or Wade lied to you. I'm thinking it's probably option number two..." I frown, clapping a hand to his back. "Now, why are you sitting in the hall looking like you just saw a puppy get hit by a car?"

Justin chuckles a bit and shakes his head, "Just thinking. All the shit that's gone down the last few weeks...kinda makes me question if it's worth it..."

"You like what you're doing don't you?" I ask. I see the elevator come but I choose to ignore it.

"Not attacking everyone, no. I like being here, in America with my dream job yeah." Justin sighs.

"Then why don't you turn on Wade? You wouldn't have to attack anyone!" I smile, trying to be nice.

"Betray Wade Barett? Are you crazy! He'll hurt me worse than he hurt Cena!" Justin gasps.

"We could help keep you safe. Cena and I..." I reply softly, looking at him.

"No, I know you guys. Wade's gonna come after you even more furious than he has been. No one who associates with you is gonna be safe," Justin shakes his head, "If I was you, I'd abandon this silly cause."

"Justin, no cause is silly if you believe in it." I reply softly.

Justin sighs and stands up, looking away from me. "I have to go, if they catch me talking to you, they'll kick my ass."

"Just...think about what I said okay?"

"Yeah," Justin softly says before heading down the hallway. I stand up and push the button for the elevator again and wait. Justin isn't that bad of a person. He only went after John because Wade lied to him. I wonder what else he lied about to the members of the Nexus.

X X X

After the hour long car ride to the arena where tonight's show is, I finally get back to my locker room. I change into my new ring gear: a pair of leather pants that fit my hips snugly, black combat books, and a black tank top. For my accessories I have two black bracelets with studs on them, a black studded belt, and a black choaker type necklace. I look like a rockstar and darker than I had before in my ring career. I kinda like it.

Looking in the mirror I put my hair into a loose ponytail at the side of my head. I grab my eyeliner and mascara from my bag. I put it on, looking darker. I'm about to put on some dark red lipstick when there's a knock on the door. I put my makeup down on the sink counter and walk over to the door, opening it. John's standing there. He takes one look at me and says, "Has someone been listening to Linkin Park and System of A Down?"

I laugh, "Bite me Cena, I'm just getting ready for my match. I open up tonight."

"Fun," John smiles, "Good luck. You'll need it against Primo. He jumps around like a spider monkey."

"Yeah," I smile. "Well, your welcome to come on in. You probably want something." I turn my back and head to the mirror. I put on my lipstick and turn back to look at John, "Well? Don't be shy! What's going on?"

"I...Robyn's pregnant..." John replies, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

"Wow! Congratulations! Looks like Nikki's gonna have a brother or sister!" I smile.

"Well...and you gotta promise not to tell anyone else this okay?" John asks.

"My lips are sealed," I say plopping down on one of the plush chairs in the room.

"Nikki isn't my kid. Before Robyn was with me, she was dating Kellan Lutz. You know who that is right?" John asks.

"He's that guy who was in Twilight, right? He played Emmet." I nod. I was never a big fan of the Twilight movies/books. I can stand them but I'm not to big of a fan. Natalya likes them and she dragged me to go see them with her because Tyson wouldn't go.

"Right. Remember how heavily the media covered his death? How long ago was that? Think real hard." John sighs.

I sit there thinking, it was all over everything. Kellan Lutz had gotten in a real bad car accident and had died in surgery. It was over everything. That was about...nine or ten months ago. "Shit...she's..."

"Yeah, Nikki is Kellan and Robyn's kid..." John sighs.

"Wow...I never would have guessed..." I trail off. I'm silent for a moment before I ask, "So...how did you two..."

"I was a friend of Kellan's growing up. I was at the funeral and I met her. We talked and I offered to help her out whenever she needed it. We just kinda hit it off," John sighs. "Meg...I dunno if I can look after another kid."

I laugh, "John, trust me, you'll be fine. I see how you look after Nikki and it seems so natural. And she's not even yours. When you and Robyn have a kid that's actually yours, it will be just like that."

John smiles smally, "It takes all my attention to look after my family now. I'm afraid that I won't be able to pay attention to a second kid."

I bite my lip. "As...as much as you hate to hear it you may have to give up main even status..."

John sighs, "I'm more selfish than that. I like being famous. I like being a name the world knows. I can't give that up."

"You'll be surprised at yourself John. I thought the same thing."

"And look at you, you're back in the ring."

I pause, softly whispering "Touche."

"That came out wrong Meghan..." John says, "Sorry..."

"Your right, there's nothing to be sorry about." I shrug, sadly.

"Forgive me?" John asks.

"Eh, your forgiven. Besides, it's better not to be mad about this. We still have recruiting to do." I smile, trying to get the anger and sadness out of my head.

"Right, right. Have you thought about anyone else?"

I explain my little run in with Justin Gabriel and then say, "Other than that, no."

"Wow..." John trails off, "I can't belive that bastard lied to his own team."

"He...he didn't even tell them the truth about why they're doing all of this in the first place. It's not because he wants to prove to the world that they were treated unfairly at all. It's because he's obsessed with me and wants to get me away from Chris." I explain.

"Wow...that's screwed up..."

I nod, "Right. Well, hey, I have to get going. Talk to you later!" We walk out of the room together and I head to the backstage ramp. R-Truth's back there, stretching out his legs and I smile. "Good luck out there!"

He smiles, "Thanks! You to!"

"CUZ WHEN IT FEELS/LIKE A KICK IN/THE TEETH I CAN/TAKE IT THROW YOUR/STONES AND YOU WON'T/SEE ME BREAK IT/ SAY WHAT YOU WILL/TAKE YOUR SHOT YOUR/SETTING ME FREE WITH/ONE MORE KICK IN/THE TEETH..." my new theme music starts and I head out to the ring. I thought that sometime a little edgy and rockish would fit my new persona better.

I walk briskly down to the ring and wait for Primo to walk on down. His theme starts "PEOPLE OVER THERE WHAT'S/UP IF YOU FEEL/ME STAND UP AND/SAY WHATS UP, WHATS/UP WHATS UP WHATS/UP..."and he bounces bubbly down to the ring. I think he and Evan would make a hell of a tag team. They pretty much have the same energy. As he's walking down to the ring, I see someone else running down behind him. Suddenly I realize it's Wade Barett. I scream for Truth to turn around but he must not hear me because Wade lands a hit with the lead pipe he's holding to the back of Truth's head. He's viciously attacking R-Truth before I run down and pull him away. Wade flings out his arm so he knocks me to the ground and I lay across Primo, protecting him.

Wade sneers down at me, backing up. The fans are booing. I don't see why he won't attack me but he won't. He just walks back up the ramp. Maybe he's trying to stop me from ever getting much practice by attacking my opponents. All I know is that I just saved Primo from getting hurt to badly. I help him up and help him backstage where John's waiting for me. "I saw that, is he okay?"

"He needs to get to the medics." I say as I escort him off. This makes attack number two on R-Truth since the boys got their start. I think I may have just found our newest member.