Chris's POV
I feel like total shit this morning...both physically and mentally. That Jack Daniels whiskey has given me one of the worst hangovers I've ever had.
And I feel terrible for opening my big mouth to Junior and Randy last night. I decided that when Blondie got back, I was going to make it up to her big time. But what can I do I thought. She hates shopping. Maybe I'll just buy her meals for the next week. Yeah that's a good idea. A smile came across my face as I remembered how much Blondie likes to eat. Just then I heard the knob turning and Blondie walked in with food and drink in her hands. Something is not right, though. Her eyes look puffy like she's been crying.
"Blondiekins. What's the matter?"
"I ran into Junior in the elevator" she sighed. "And he said the sweetest thing ever. He told me he loved me more than anyone and that no matter what, we will be 'BFFs for life.' I just...I just…."
Without warning, Blondie burst into tears. I literally ran over to her and engulfed her in a hug. I have NEVER seen her cry in my life. She always has a very 'tough' attitude going on and to see her break down like this is not only shocking as hell, but incredibly sad. I have never seen Blondie so emotional before! She generally only has two emotions: happy and pissed off. The latter of her two emotions is downright scary. So scary, in fact, that even Paul (Big Show) is afraid of her!
"Blondie. It's okay. Shhhh."
I carefully took Blondie over to her bed and sat her down. She hunched over, placing her face in her hands as she continued to sob. I gently rubbed her back, just so she'd remember her favorite Canadian was here for her. Seeing Blondie like this has me worried. And now I feel even more guilty for opening my stupid mouth last night. Great.
"Blondie I'm sorry" I said as I wrapped my arms around her. "I wasn't thinking about how much pain this would cause all parties by opening my big, Canadian mouth."
She sniffed a few times before she looked up at me, giving me a small smile.
"I know Chris" she sighed. "But Monday is going to suck."
"Don't worry, Blondie. I'm here for you."
"Thank you" she sniffed.
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Amy's POV
RAW Taping; 3 days later
Doomsday has officially arrived. Today or tonight rather, I was going to tell Junior and Randy who I had picked. And man I am not looking forward to it. Pretty much everyone had found out tonight was the night too, as I'd been questioned by everyone from Barbi to the Big Show. Why the hell is everyone so concerned about my personal life? It seems like everytime I turn a corner today everyone is asking me about THEM. If I didn't have the #1 contender's match tonight, I'd leave this god damn arena right now and go get drunk off my ass!
I could feel myself getting upset again, so I pulled out my I-pod and put it in my ears as I sat down on a nearby equipment box. I hadn't even realized I was signing loudly either as I sang out loud to one of my favorite songs. "Never will I lie and say I'm still alive
Come what may to me, there's something on my side…..Ohhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaah yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah yeah yeah. Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa yeaaaaaaaaaaaah. Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." I sat there tapping my foot and headbanging as I continued to sing along. "One year and it ain't so baaaaaaad…I'm trying to see things clearly.
The clearer it gets, the more I'm confused….I'm thinking more about blindness….
Thinking hard about blindness…Thinking purely of blindness." Geez this song certainly applies in the situation I'M currently in. Everytime I think I have this crap all figured out, I end up right back where I started. Deciding I needed to be in a happier mood, I put on my entrance music instead. "Free at last, I'm the past….Undone in unknown prison,
I'm holding on." I hadn't even noticed, but I'd gathered an audience, a certain tribal tattooed audience.
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Randy's POV
I was doing some stretches when I heard a beautiful, almost angelic, voice singing. Stopping what I was doing, I decided to follow the voice. I can't say I was surprised when I found out it belonged to Amy. Believe me, I know she can sing.
"I'm staring right back at myself….And through its frozen image….I'm laughing right back at my health….lifelooooooong" she sang. I knew that song anywhere. It was her entrance music. Even before Amy and I became…well…whatever we are now, I watched her matches VERY intently so believe me when I say I know her entrance music. After a few more minutes of listening to her sing, I walked over to her and took an earbud out of her ear.
"Anyone ever told you that you sing like an angel?"
She looked up at me and gave that smirk, my smirk actually, that I love so much.
"Anyone ever told you that you're the hottest thing on the planet?"
"This beautiful woman did once…when she was standing between my legs in a bar" I whispered in her ear. When I did so, I could feel her shiver. I thought about kissing her, right here and right now, but I decided against it. Instead, I kept my lips hovering over her cheek, breathing my hot breath onto her. She instantly wrapped her arms around me and pulled me even closer to her with her eyes closed. We were enjoying a nice moment (and you can bet your ass it was about to get a WHOLE lot nicer) until someone cleared their throat behind us. As we turned around, I think both of us wished we hadn't. There stood Vince McMahon.
Busted.
"Sorry to interrupt you two" he bellowed. "But I think we should talk in my office…now."
I could tell by the look on Amy's face that she is terrified. She has obviously never had a meeting with Vince before and is probably thinking the worst. I watched as she purposely lagged behind a little and frantically texted someone. When she was done, she quickened her pace and caught up to me.
Vince walked into his office and we followed suit. A feeling of relief rushed over me when I saw that we were not alone with him.
"Dad" Stephanie bellowed. "Don't give them the 'superstars and divas aren't allowed to date' speech." Paul just held her hand as he stood next to her, nodding his head in agreement. "It didn't work with me and Paul and it definitely won't work with Amy and Randy. Amy is way more stubborn that I am."
"Actually Steph" he told her. "I was going to give them the 'don't let your personal lives affect what happens in the ring' speech."
I suddenly felt very relaxed and I could tell that Amy did too, seeing as how the color had come back to her face.
"Ah ok" Steph sighed. "I'll leave you to it."
Paul and Steph walked out the door and carefully closed it behind them. Vince sat behind his desk with a slight smile on his face. I didn't know about Amy, but I was highly confused.
"Can't say I'm surprised" he chuckled. "You two are damn near perfect for each other."
"Umm actually sir" Amy spoke up. "We aren't together. In fact, I, um, have feelings for both Randy and Ted."
Vince looked like he was about to have a stroke.
"But" she continued. "I've figured it out and am telling the boys after RAW tonight who I want to be with."
"Ah" he answered. "So I take it I should talk to DiBiase as well?"
Amy shrugged her shoulders. "He promised me he'd be okay with either decision I made. After all, we're best friends."
A look of shock came over his face. For someone who prided himself about what was going on at all times on HIS show, he sure as hell didn't know shit about the current situation I'm involved in. And he sure as shit didn't even know Amy and Ted are best friends. Come on. Everyone knows that, even people who aren't on our roster!
"I really had no idea" he said in a shocked tone. "I know your best friends with Dave…but Ted Junior?"
"What can I say?" Amy smirked. "He's simply…priceless."
