Chapter 5: Mistake Number Two

To say the least I slept well last night. My dreams were full of the two men that hang in my mind. On one hand there is Evan Bourne. He's young and childish and yet there's something to him. He's hiding something under his shy exterior. I'm almost certain whatever it is, it's the reason that he's so shy and the reason that he cried during Chris' song last night in the club. I want to know what.

And on the other hand is Chris Jericho. He's an older man with a hard ass attitude. People say he's rude and crude and part of me wants to believe them. The other part of me isn't buying it. To have been married at one time, part of him had to be likeable. I can sense something in his heart. Something kind.

After a shower I put on an orange tank top and a pair of black short and leave the hotel. I have to get to Seattle for the next show and luckily for me it's only a few hour drive to get from my hotel to a hotel in Washington that's only a day's drive from Seattle. When I get into my car, my cell phone rings blaring crushcrushcrush by Paramour. " 'Lo?" I awnser

"Meggers?" the voice on the other end asks. I smile real big when I hear the voice.

"Ty-Ty?" I ask.

"I'm so glad to hear from you!" we echo.

"Tell me everything!" I demand.

"Tell you everything? Natty and I saw Raw. Why don't you tell us everything?"

"What's to tell? I lost."

"What's to tell!? What about when you hit David!? What's that story line about?"

My heart sinks in my chest. The incident with David had been videotaped? I didn't see any camera men around. Vince must have installed camera's everywhere except the bathrooms to capture any interesting moments that might happen. "Honestly it was just David running his trap. He knew we were gonna get separated. What did you guys see on Raw?"

"We saw where he said to you something about being alone on Raw and now being alone and then ended after you stormed out." Tyson pauses, "You mean that wasn't a storyline?"

"No. Why do you sound so worried?"

"Meg, you know how dangerous he is. He said you'll regret it and he was awfully mad. I…"

"I'll take care of it Ty. He honestly doesn't scare me."

"He should." Tyson's voice is soft but at the same time he has a steely undertone.

"Oh? And why the hell should I be afraid of that pansy?!"

"Meghan you know as well as I do that David's strong and that he's only afraid of Natalia. Without her there to defend you, it could be dangerous."

"Dangerous? What do you two think? That I can't take care of myself without you? I'm tougher than I look!"

"Meg you don't have to shout! I'm just saying that without us to protect you that he'll be putting up a hell of a fight."

"Tyson, if I didn't know any better I'd say your worried about me! I can look after myself!"

"David's to cunning! He'll get help, you know it!"

"And I know that I've got my own group and he won't touch me!" My angers at a boiling point. He nor Natty trust me on the fact that I can defend myself. "Look, I'm sure that I can handle it. How's ECW?"

"I think its shit. Natalia loves it. She's got a thing for Christian and I barely get to see her when were not shooting ECW. I haven't had a good run. William Regal beat my ass in my first match. It sucked."

It's silent for a few minutes before I ask, "Are we ever going to see each other again?"

"I honestly don't know. We'll do what we can and if we don't…we just don't."

I feel a few hot tears rolling down my cheeks, "I…I have to go."

"I'll talk to you later." Tyson nods. I hear the click of the phone going off and I shove mine into my pocket. The rest of the way to Washington, I'm silent.

When I get to the hotel, groups of superstars are checking in and goofing off. I make my way through the lobby and to the front desk. I'm getting ready to check in when I hear a voice say, "If it isn't Meghan Stevenson."

I turn around when I get my hotel key to see David standing with two men I have never seen before. One's as big as Mark but taller and lacking any sense of joviality in his stare and demeanor. The other is a man who stands at about 6'8" and weighs at least 250. "Smith. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, if you don't notice this is a hotel. I'm checking in with my two new friends," he smirks.

"Friends?"

"Yes. Meghan, I want you to meet Paul Wright also known as The Big Show," he indicates the first man who glowers down at me, "and Vladimir Kozloff." David indicates the other man who looks at me like I'm dinner.

"Oh so scary." I roll my eyes and go to walk away but Vladimir tosses his arm out and I am instantly stopped. "What do you want, Russian boy?"

"Boss said I haff to keep you here until he's done wif talking." Vladimir's voice is heavily accented and reminds me sort of Viktor Krum from the Harry Potter series.

I glare at David, "What do you have to say?"

"Well, I talked to the general manager for you and I got you one hell of a match," there is a hellacious and malicious glint in his eyes and I am suddenly worried. What does he mean he got me a hell of a match?

"Explain, now!" I growl.

"You've got a match against Beth Pheonix and Rosa Mendez."

"Whose my partner?"

"That's the thing, you don't get one." David cackles.

My blood freezes. I'm fighting in my second real match as a WWE diva in a handicapped match against two people I know I have no hope of beating one on one, let alone together. "You son of a bitch! How'd you make that happen?"

"First of all, I'd watch your mouth. Paul and Vlad tend to get really really defensive when you insult me. Big fans of my fathers, you see." I see Paul crack his knuckles and Vladimir crosses his arms menacingly. "Second of all, when you're the son of Davey Boy Smith, people tend to listen to you. Convincing the GM to put you in a match like that was easy."

I clench my fists and narrow my eyes, "You better hope to god that I don't run into you when you don't have these two around because I swear to god you'll pay."

David smirks, "I'll pay? I have nothing to pay for." He looks at his two guards, "Why not try something now? Or are you to much of a coward?"

"I may be a lot of things but the one thing I'm not is a coward. Any time, any place." I bravely say. As soon as those words come out of my mouth, I regret them.

"I'll remember that. In the mean time, watch your boss." the three turn and walk out of my line of sight. I let out a sigh. God have mercy on my soul.

When I get into my hotel room, I see that someone's already in there. She's a blonde girl about my height but she's way more beautiful than I am. She's speaking on her cell phone in rapid French and I can tell she's not the kind of person who's going to want to be my friend. She hangs her phone up and then looks at me, "And who exactly are you?"

"Um, my name's Meghan Stevenson. Who are you?"

"You honestly don't know who I am?" her ice blue eyes pierce my soul.

"No, not exactly."

"I'm Maryse Oullett." she sighs.

I smile and extend my hand to shake hers. As soon as I see the disgusted look she gives me I put my hand back in my pocket. "This is gonna be easier on both of us if your nice to me."

"I don't have to be nice because I'm only going to be talking to you until my boyfriend gets here to pick me up for my date." When there's a knock on the door I assume that's him. Maryse walks to the door and opens it up to reveal Jericho. Why is it that no matter where I go that this man happens to show up!? "Hey baby." Maryse smiles at him.

I can feel my heart breaking in two. So this is the diva that's causing the break up between Jericho and his wife. Part of me is broken because I honestly hoped that Chris had broken up with which ever diva he had cheated on his wife with. The other part of me is glad because now I don't have to worry about impressing him. But if I'm so happy then why do I just wish I had him to myself?

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