AN: Y'know, I was mulling over my miserable life today, when I realized that writing this, and being able to see you beautiful people and your wonderful responses sort of makes me feel needed. So I guess I'm trying to say thank you. Y'all are the best =)
Needless to say, when we went to the arena the next day, I was exhausted. I made my way to catering and was delighted to see a couch situated on one of the walls. I sprawled out on the couch and was well on my way to a major nap, when I was rudely interrupted by one Chris Jericho.
"C'mon, we've got things to do."
"No Chris," I murmured. "I'm tired."
"Well whose fault is it you were up all night?"
"Ted DiBiase Jr. and Mark Calloway," I said.
"Well that's just too bad. We've got things to do. People to see. Kids to train."
"What're you talkin' about, Chris?"
"If you get up, I'll show you!"
"I'd rather just take a nap," I said. I turned over and shut my eyes.
"Alright," he said, sounding sorry. "You force me to call in the big guns."
"Bring it," I mumbled. He walked away for a few minutes, and then I heard him behind me again.
"Man, Paul, I'm pooped."
"Me too, Chris. Oh, look! A couch!"
"It looks a little lumpy, but I bet it's a very comfortable couch!" I turned over and saw Big Show and Chris standing over me.
"I swear, if you two even think about it-"
"Going down!" Paul said. Two large butts descended towards me, and I couldn't get out of the way fast enough.
"GAH! YOU'RE SQUISHING ME!" I wailed.
"Do you hear something, Paul?"
"No, Christopher. I did not." I struggled for a few moments, and then gave up.
"Fine, I'll sleep UNDER you two."
"Are you awake yet?" Chris asked.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. They both hopped up, and I reluctantly got up with them.
"Alright, my young friend. You're coming with me to the ring," Chris declared.
"You got it boss. Let's go."
We went out to the ring and I was more than a little confused.
"So what's the dealio, hombre? What are we doing here?"
"See, tonight is a house show. And they're thinking about starting a feud between me and Randy. So, tonight, I'm gonna trash talk Randy, except he's not going to be here. YOU are going to be front row, and when I call him out, you're going to start trash talking, and then I'm gonna pull you into the ring and we're gonna have a kinda sorta wrestling match. My jaw dropped.
"Seriously?" He nodded, a grin spreading across both of our faces. "Dude, you're my favorite Canadian!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Now, You need to learn to take a bump."
For the next hour or so, I was taught the basics. How to effectively look like the Walls of Jericho hurt, how to take a Codebreaker without actually breaking my back, the things that would save my life that night.
"So how does this match end?"
"Well, it's a kinda sorta match. I'm just gonna lay you out, and then they'll take you into the back. You'll only get to see about half of the show. Fun stuff, right?"
"Dude, I am SO pumped!"
So, about 3 hours later, I was sitting in the crowd at ringside getting ready for my big debut. I hadn't actually gotten to sit in the crowd and watch a show, so this was pretty exciting for me. Ted and Cody had a match, and they both waved and high fived me on the way to the ring. All the silly marks around me thought I was just the coolest thing since sliced bread since the wrestlers were paying special attention to me. I was so cool that night.
I grew more and more nervous as the night wore on. And then, there was a countdown and Chris Jericho's music blared out across the speakers. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was freaking excited.
"You troglodytes make me sick. I mean listen to this. Randy Orton has done terrible, AWEFUL things! He punted HOW many people in the skull? And before a few weeks ago, you were all perfectly sane. You hated him because you knew what he was: a slimeball, scumbag, parasite! But then, just because his two cronies turn on him, you all decide to cheer for him! What is your problem? You parasitic hypocrites!" He hopped out of the ring and then went around the crowd arguing with people. And then he got to me. My heart felt like it was gonna thump right out of my chest. "And look at YOU!" he yelled in my face. I was decked out in Randy Orton gear. "You're probably the biggest hypocrite of them all! Let me guess. You HATED Randy Orton because he was a bad man, but then he started beating up Ted and Cody, and then you just HAD to have all of his stuff. Are you his biggest fan?" I was slowly getting angrier.
"Randy Orton could beat you ANY day!" I yelled in his face. We got nose to nose exchanging insults until he backed up.
"Alright, alright. Let's settle this. How about I call out Randy, and then we'll really see who's the best." The crowd roared. We all turned to the gorilla position in anticipation, and then, Voices hit. I looked over at Chris, a little confused. He subtly winked, and then laughed into the mic. "Wouldya look at that? He's too afraid to come out!" I defended Randy's honor, and Chris kept laughing. "Alright, why don't you and I have a match? Right now!" The crowd boo'd, but I jumped over the railing and got into the ring. We stood across from each other, and as the bell rang and I didn't quite know what to do, Chris ran over and put me in a headlock.
"This was not part of the plan," I hissed into his armpit.
"There was a change of plans. Just roll with it."
"I can't just roll with it!" I whispered angrily. "I have three hours of training under my belt and this was not part of the pl-OW!" He flipped me onto the mat and then put me into an arm bar.
"Stop whining and just roll with it! Just job for me!"
"I hate you Chris Jericho." The ref got down and asked me if I wanted to tap.
"Don't do it, baby girl. Randy's about to come out," Steve told me.
"You got it," I grunted, trying my hardest to look like I was in pain. I wriggled out of Chris's arm bar and got back to my feet. Chris advanced on me again.
"Codebreaker," he mouthed. I turned to run away, and he grabbed my shoulders. He jumped, and I took the Codebreaker PERFECTLY. He pulled me into the center of the ring, and then he pulled me into the Walls of Jericho. I sold being in pain, and then my knight in shining armor ran out. Randy slid into the ring and had a few words with the ref. Steve smiled and turned around, acting like something was distracting him. Randy pulled Chris off of me, and then hit a wicked RKO.
"Get on the top rope, and jump off. He'll catch you."
"I'm glad YOU two had time to work things out." I smiled and clambered onto the top rope. Chris got up, and I jumped off the turnbuckle like Matt showed me to. Just a simple crossbody, but like I said, I had about three hours of training under my belt, so I was pretty proud of my accomplishment. Chris caught me and took the fall, and the ref, Steve, counted to 3. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Randy gave me his psychotic look. He scrutinized me, and then raised my arm. The crowd cheered again, and I looked over at him and he was still scrutinizing me. "Do it," I mouthed.
"You sure?" he asked.
"Absolutely." He smirked, and in one swift motion, let my arm go and hit the RKO. Out the corner of my eye, I could see him doing his angry post-RKO movements. He grabbed the mic that Chris had dropped.
"That is what happens when you trust A VIPER!" He threw the mic down and stalked his way to the back. Chris followed him, and some medics helped me down the ramp. When I exited, I was met by claps and cheers from all my wrestler guys. Chris and Randy were standing next to each other, and I walked over and hit them both.
"Really?" I asked. "Really?" I hit them again. Mike walked over and joined me, just for kicks and giggles, I think.
"Yeah, really? Really?" He repeated.
"Shut up, Mike!" I said, turning on him. I turned back to Randy and Chris. "When did YOU get here? And why didn't anybody tell me the plan had changed?"
"Well, I did," Chris said.
"Yeah, when it was already too late!" Randy laughed and put an arm around my shoulder.
"Aw, lighten up. Everything worked out, didn't it? You were amazing out there!"
"Uh, of COURSE I WAS! Did you expect anything different?" I backed away from Randy, and ran into someone. I looked up slowly and jumped in surprise when Mark was grinning down at me.
"Good job out there kid." Apparently Randy saw me breathing heavily, because he just hugged me.
"I was TERRIFIED!" I said into his shirt.
"I know, I know. It's ok." He rubbed my back gently, and it suddenly became weird, in a good way. I hadn't had a dad hug in nearly 6 months. He pulled away and looked at me with a smile. "Are you ok? You're shaking."
"I do that when I'm nervous," I explained. "But yeah, I'm fine."
"You did great out there," he said quietly. Ted and Cody ran out of nowhere and practically tackled us.
"It's official! You're a third generation wrestler!" Ted said.
"And then they became FOUR!" Cody yelled. Vince walked up behind us and patted me on the back.
"Excellent job. You looked like a natural out there. You might have a job here in the future." My eyes got big, and I turned to Chris.
"Dude. Chris, have I ever told you you're my favorite Canadian?" He chuckled.
"Yeah, I had oughta be."
"Very good job." We all turned around and saw Dave standing there clapping with an evil grin. "But Vince, I'd like to know something. Why does she get this really cool honor? You wouldn't be BRIBING her to keep quiet about that incident with me, would you? And Randy, can you explain something to me? If she's John's little cousin, why are you hugging her like that? Is there something… Going on between you two?" Randy growled savagely and advanced on Dave. Ted and I both grabbed one of his arms.
"Where do you get off?" he snarled at Dave. "Can someone get him out of here before I have to go to jail?"
"No, really, Randy, we'd like to know." Paul L. pushed Dave a little.
"Shut up, Dave."
"C'mon, Randy? Or maybe YOU'D like to answer, Jessica. What's going on between you and Randy?" Now he was insulting me personally.
"Look, you jerk," I said, letting go of Randy and advancing on Dave myself. I got up in his face, well, more like I got up in his chest and he looked down at me, slightly amused. Cody pulled me back and held me. "My PARENTS died. John took me in as a favor. Is it alright with you if Randy looks out for me? Hmm?"
"Oh yeah, I bet he's 'looking out for you' alright," he said with a smirk.
"LEMME GO!" Randy and I both roared at the same time. I fought to get out, and it took Cody and Chris to keep me from attacking Dave, and Paul W. joined Ted in keeping Randy back.
"Nice shiner," Dave said. "Was that me or Randy?" I wriggled out of Chris and Cody's grasp and rushed Dave, only to find myself stopped by Paul L.
"Get him out of here!" Vince yelled. The security FINALLY showed up and escorted Dave away. "How did he get back here in the first place? I thought I banned him from house shows!" he screamed at some corporate guy. I was still struggling with Paul to run after Dave. I think Randy must have been doing the same thing, because he was demanding that Cody and Big Paul let him go.
"Jess," Paul said. I did everything in my power to get away from him. "Jessica!" He yelled. I stopped and looked up at him. "Stop." I took a deep breath and nodded. I looked behind me at Randy, who had shaken the two other men off of him and looked like he was still going to hit something.
"Vince, I am going to kill him," he said, annunciating each word fiercely.
"He's gone," Vince assured him. Next Monday after the Pay-per-view, that's it."
"Is he going to be at any house shows between now and then?"
"No. He shouldn't have been here tonight. I have no idea how he got in, but I can assure you that SOMEBODY will pay." He finished his statement by turning to the corporate guy in the suit again. Randy turned to me.
"I think, that until this settles down, you should stay on tour and not come home with me." Steph, who had been standing in the background, came forward and nodded.
"If he goes public with that accusation, it could be bad for Randy."
"I know. Randy, I'm-"
"Don't even say it," he warned. "This is NOT your fault." We looked at each other for a moment, and then he advanced and hugged me again. "And damn it, I'll hug you if I want to." He was shaking, too now, but I figured that it was more from anger than anything. I was still shaking from a strange mixture of nervousness and fear. But despite everything, right there, at that moment…
I felt safe.
AN: Don't you just wanna go hunt Dave down?
Randy: HAHA TEDDY! WHO'S THE GOOD GUY NOW?
Ted: Chill out, Randy. I caught that plot bunny because I was tired of hearing you whining.
Me: *Rolls eyes* Boys, shut up.
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