A/N: Thank you guys so much for the reviews for last chapter! They certainly made my day/week/month, etc., and have motivated me to keep this story going. Not a lot of chapters left, as you may have guessed, and this one happens to be just a filler. Still, I hope you enjoy reading it. xo.
Pure Intentions
Chapter Sixteen: In The Air
That following Monday Night RAW, Shawn and Chris had a match scheduled against one another. Violet had chosen to sit ringside, instead of backstage, to see it firsthand instead of through the monitor, surprisingly.
Of course, watching the two most important men in her life fight (all though she knew that it was not real) was most definitely worrying. There were so many things that could have happened in that match that could've severely hurt either man, but nothing of the sort occurred whatsoever.
It was a perfectly executed grapple that kept the whole audience on their toes. It was entertaining, and so incredibly in-character that the woman had almost actually believed that the two were rivals - for the time being, because she was probably never going to forget that they actually were before - and were solely focused on beating the living daylights out of eachother.
The crowd around her were shouting things like "GO HBK!" and "Jericho, you suck!", and for a brief minute Violet didn't know who to cheer for. But of course, it was always the obvious answer.
"C'mon Chris!" She yelled encouragingly, knowing fully well that Shawn wouldn't mind or take it personally, "you can win this!"
Every time a punch was thrown, she'd visibly flinch, and everytime a submission move was made, she'd hold her breath. If she had known how consuming, how simply enthralling the wrestling atmosphere could be years before, she surely would've been a fan earlier. Because if it wasn't clear at all, she was certainly one now.
She watched intently as Chris suceeded in locking Shawn into the infamous 'Walls of Jericho' and bit her lip nervously as she saw the expression of prominent pain on HBK's face. She hoped that it wasn't as real as it looked...
"You can do it, Shawn!" she heard another fan holler, and she smiled. He was a great fan favorite, that much was obvious, but she was also proud of her brother, too. He was amazingly believable as a heel, and delivered every line so well that everyone was pretty much sold by the time he finished talking. It was a skill he had developed so effortlessly, having almost always used it because the WWE absolutely loved him as the 'bad guy'. She would've loved to see his character turn face sometime, but she was proud of everything he had accomplished nonetheless.
"Go Chris!" she chanted, but as soon as she heard the thunderous noises the audience made as they echoed the booms of Shawn's 'tuning up the band', she knew it was already over. And just a few seconds later, the actual Sweet Chin Music followed, and easily defeated Chris.
He rolled out of the ring as The Heartbreak Kid posed and paraded around confidently over his win.
Violet clapped and whooped, and tried to make herself noticeable. It proved to work, and the older man's eyes finally landed on her, and he flashed one of his trademark grins that said 'mission accomplished', in a non-arrogant way. She mirrored the countenance and continued to cheer. He winked at her, and most of the girls standing near her sighed.
She was also proud of being able to call him hers.
- x -
"Congrats, guys!" Violet greeted once the two found their ways backstage. She quickly enveloped them both in a hug, with them throwing one arm around her, exhaustedly. She pulled away and pecked Chris on the cheek, and saved one full exmbrace for Shawn.
"You were phenomenal out there." Chris chuckled, gradually catching his breath.
"Thanks, Vi," he smiled whole-heartedly and plopped himself down onto the couch nearest to them. The girl turned her attention to Shawn, who still looked like he had just run a few miles.
"You okay?"
He nodded, tiredly, his loose blonde hair sweat-slicked and messy. Violet made a mental note to fix it for him once he got out of the shower he surely needed.
"Are you sure?" She didn't want him to supress his injuries, if he had any, no matter how minor they may be. Again, he confirmed that he was alright.
"No need to be worried, darling," he assured when he noticed her glancing at his right shoulder nervously (he had painfully botched a maneouver right not a moment before his victory that had ended up with him taking a post to his upper back), "it's not me you need to be fussing over."
He indicated to Chris, who was gulping down a bottle of water as if he had been in the desert for days.
She laughed. "It's both of you I need to be fussing over."
That much was undeniably true.
- x -
The next few days seemed to pass more quickly than any others, and soon, Violet found that it was just a couple days until the WWE charity event gala. She was nervous, having not located anything particular she wanted to wear on that night.
"Please, taking me shopping," she begged Chris not a couple of hours since arriving in San Antonio, Texas. He rolled his eyes as he lay back in his bed.
"Mmgh," his incoherent blabble was a sign that he wouldn't even be conscious enough to drive her to where she needed to go. She sighed, and knew it was mainly her fault for not searching for a dress sooner. He had already gotten his tux.
Chris turned over in the dark room. "Phone Evan," she heard him suggest lazily, before his ragged snores chorused throughout the room once more.
She did just that. Of course, getting permission from Shawn before doing so.
- x -
"I think it's safe to say that I've never gone shopping with a women before," Evan commented whilst they drove to the nearest mall they could find. Violet observed him as he drove, and giggled. "Why not?" That had peaked her interest.
He shrugged. "Too boring, I guess."
The younger Irvine grinned. The rest of the day was going to be both torturous, and fun.
When they arrived, Violet immediately pulled them into a store in which the clothes were of designer quality, but were as equally low-priced. She fell in love with each and every dress she saw instantly.
"I've got to try these on!" she exclaimed as she eyed a rack of materials she liked. Evan rolled his eyes but was amused by her enthusiasm.
"Go ahead, we have all day," he said while accompanying her to the changing rooms.
- x -
He waited outside of the stall for her, tapping his knuckle against the wall next to the full-length mirror. It had been approximately three and a half hours since they had first arrived, and Violet had tried on (and placed back) about roughly 20 and some variety-styled ensembles. This was the last of her choice, and he had a pretty good feeling that she was going to like this one alot more than the others.
"You done?" he asked, not being able to stand the waiting any longer. Without answering vocally, the changing room door swung open and out stepped Violet, clad in something so ridiculously form-fitting that his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
"Wow.." was all the high-flyer could manage even after trying to form a proper compliment.
The Canadian woman took that as a sign to buy the dress without hesitation.