I do not own any known WWE superstar in this fic.
I do own Ry.
Once the rest of the superstars had arrived at the arena, Vince McMahon called his usual briefing. It was rare that he actually did any real work in these meetings. He simply sat, overbearingly, at the head of the room and over looked his writers and choreographers as they explained the segments. It was clear from the positioning of the superstars that not all was well in the locker room. Jeff sunk glumly into the shadow of the wall, Randy Orton sat on Ry's left, Mickie on her right, Edge stood smugly behind the new couple, whilst a defiant Matt Hardy stood defensively at the back of the room. The writers began with their sequencing….
Writer- "Opening the show will be Randy Orton with a spiel on his dedication to retaining his World Heavyweight Championship. This however will be interrupted by Ry who will be 'thanking' Orton for saving her last week. Then there will be an attack by Beth Phoenix and Victoria. As Randy and Ry fight them off our latest heel, Matt Hardy, will be rushing out and taking down Orton with a twist of fate."
The writer then blurted on into another section of the script, leaving Ry dumbstruck. Matt hadn't told her he was turning heel. She couldn't recall any mention of it. But now looking back at his last few appearances it was becoming obvious that he had lost the favour of his fans. 'Poor matt' Ry thought. She knew that the next few weeks would be tough for her, I mean she was new, but what about Matt. A long time crowd favourite now turning on his fans. All because the boss gave him the script and the script said to be bad. Ry giggled to herself. Matt was not a bad boy, in real life he was the very opposite. He had gotten mad at Jeff for the drugs, but he loved his brother and his friends, and he was doing the right thing by helping Jeff into rehab. As if Ry had read Vince's mind, he now drew the attention of the entire roster and Ry, Mickie, Matt and especially Jeff knew what he was about to say. Re-aligning his tie and bulking up his suit, Vince ensured the eager attention of every superstar in the room. Jeff clung to Ry's shoulder from behind her. She squeezed his hand, re-assuring him that he had made the right decision, and had nothing to fear. But Ry herself was worried, unaware of how Vince would break the news to the roster. Subtlety would be nice but was a rarity to the name Vincent Kennedy McMahon.
Vince-" We all know too well the stresses of the business and their effects on our bodies, as such Jeff Hardy will be in recovery and will not be performing for the next few weeks."
Short, sweet, respectful. Ry knew she would be in debt to Vince for a long time after that, very short, speech.
After Vince's little speech he made another announcement. It turned out that he did have something up his sleeve and he had saved the best for last. It was worse than Ry had thought, as Vince licked his lips in anticipation and eyed her eagerly, the sweet and strikingly sour words slipped from his snake like tongue.
Vince- "Superstars the world tour is coming up-"
Ok that wasn't so bad. A world tour, it could be fun, Ry thought. Seeing and performing in front of new places and people, it wouldn't be that bad. But Vince was still looking at her. He was waiting, waiting for her to react.
Vince- "Our first stop is our new Diva's home, Australia."
The superstars looked, for the most part, excited except for one. One sat wide-eyed, on the verge of tears. Not tears of joy but fear and anger. From the smirk on Vince's face he knew just how painful going home would be for Ry. It was just another test, to see if she could put her personal life aside, if she could handle the pressure of being a superstar. She would have to face what she had left behind before she could move on. But why now, when she finally had her own life, finally escaped her past.
When the meeting was finished Ry could hardly manage to keep her composure. She struggled immensely, as she held herself from breaking down into tears and sobbing like a child, until she was away from the other superstars. She found a small utility cupboard at the back of the arena, and sliding into it, she curled up and cried. She knew it was childish, but she was scared and didn't need anyone to be troubled with her issues. Fortunately someone did hear her and there was no one better to be troubled with her issue, then Jeff Hardy. He opened the door and slid in beside her. In the dark she could feel his arm wrap around her and stroke her hair. She saw him reach for his phone and her tears were reflected in it's light. Five minutes passed and all he said was
Jeff Hardy- "You don't want to go home do you?"
After a few more minutes they heard a knock on the door and quietly Jeff got up and, with a kiss on her cheek, left. He was replaced with a very concerned Randy Orton who, on orders, didn't say a word. He only offered his shoulder and a strong hand to hold her.
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