We're in Canada for Raw tonight and the day went by pretty smoothly. We accompanied the guys to the gym and everything, finding stuff to do after that to pass the time until we had to get ready. Once it was time to get ready, we did so and went down to the car, heading to the arena. We stopped by the locker room for Mike to get changed, even though he wasn't set for a match tonight, and for Alex to drop his things off for later. We all head back to the room and as usual, take our spots on the couch as we wait for the show to start to see what's in store for tonight.
"Should be an interesting night, as always."
"Oh yeah."
"Dramafied too."
"When isn't it?"
"Good point."
There was no Raw intro this week as the show started. Cole introduced the show, before Justin introduces Rancho.
"Whyyyy?"
"Ughhhh."
Del Rio drives out in one of his fancy cars of course while Rancho introduces him, and he kind of had trouble getting out of the car.
"Hah, he couldn't get out of the car. Little too small for you Dorito?" I laugh.
"He doesn't deserve a Lambourghini anyway." Aly scoffs.
He makes his way to the ring and gets into it with everyone booing him. He grabs the mic from Rancho to do his usual introduction. But he didn't even get to make it, since John came out just as he was going to talk.
"Looks like someone can't introduce himself tonight."
"Hahaaaa."
Del Rio points to him and says something in Spanish before John runs down the ramp and slides into the ring with Del Rio glaring at him. He grabs a mic and walks around Del Rio as his music fades. The crowd is filled with cheers and boos for him, and he just smiles and brushes it off before he faces Dorito and his expression changes to being serious.
"He looks maaad."
"Uh yeah."
"Everybody knows who you are. You're the man who believes it is your destiny to have that championship. I just wanted to make sure you knew who I was, I'm out here to re-introduce myself." He says and his expression changes again to that happy look.
"How you doing? I'm John Cena." He adds, holding his hand out for a handshake, being all funny.
"Hah."
"I'm the guy who's gonna take that WWE Championship off your waist. And not just that, I'm gonna hurt you." He says, his expression changing to being all serious again.
"Okay so he's either joking around and happy or he's being serious...make up your mind."
"And I thought WE had moodswings."
"I'm gonna hurt you bad enough to send you running back to your parent's house, so you don't have to come out here each and every week with your flea market scarfs, your below average hired help and your rented luxury cars."
"Rented huh?" I snicker.
"Nice."
"Am I actually supposed to believe that you own 10,000 automobiles? You don't even know the name of that car."
"I wouldn't be surprised."
"Me either."
"I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me though, I'm a nice guy. But you're a target and you caught a nice guy on a bad day. And I am so sick and tired of trying to make average seem awesome. There is one man in this company that can go toe to toe with me."
Then he gives Del Rio the once over.
"You know after the once over, you are not CM Punk. Which means that when I face you for the WWE Championship I'm gonna whip your ass."
Then of course Punk has to interrupt.
"Joy...another storytime?"
"Oh great."
Punk walks out and down to the ring, grabbing a mic himself and his music fades.
"Hold up a second John boy, this is...are you feeling deja vu here? I'm getting a little sense of deja vu. Is this a re-run? I know you...you weren't here last time but I feel like this is a re-run. Everybody, John Cena wants another title match. Awesome. Yeah I've seen this one before, that's why you are not gonna do it. You see I'm the guy who beat you twice in high pressure situations. And then Alberto over here mosies on down to the ring and cashes in his Money in the Bank briefcase, which is completely understandable you have every right. However if anyone's getting a title shot, it's gonna be me."
"Uh no."
"Very ballsy though, you coming out here and demanding a title shot, and making fun of this guy, and making fun of this guy, and talking about his cars. Don't you have 10,000 cars?"
"I know the name of that automobile."
"You should probably get on that. So ballsy move, but it's not gonna happen."
"Now why is it not gonna happen?"
"Hey hey hey hey hey. Both of you..." Del Rio interjects.
"Hey look it's Captain Third Wheel. You were saying something?"
"This is my time." He says, before saying something in Spanish.
"Because I am the WWE Champion." He adds.
"Are you finished? Are you done? Okay first of all, don't ever interrupt me when I'm speaking. I do not have a problem with you cashing in your Money in the Bank briefcase. Hell I did it twice. I did it a lot better than you both times but it was fun, so I see where you're coming from. You put your body on the line in the most dangerous match the WWE has to offer, and you reaped the rewards, congratulations. What I have a problem with is that this whole scenario is some sort of concentrated effort by you, Triple H, Kevin Nash...I don't know, maybe Jack Tunney's involved too. But you're all trying to screw me. That's what I have a problem with. So since I have a problem with that situation, John boy this is where you come in. You should pay close attention the past 'cause if you do not, you are doomed to repeat it. You have had problems with Triple H in the past, just like I have had problems with Triple H in the past. Hell at SummerSlam I insulted his wife straight to her face."
"Not cool."
"No."
"So then magically Kevin Nash gets a text that says take out CM Punk. But you need to realize that if you won that match at SummerSlam, that text probably would've been take out John Cena. You see somebody, and I don't know who it is, wants Berto to be champion really really bad."
"That's destiny CM Punk! It's called destiny."
"Destiny. I think what you mean by destiny is CM Punk officially cashing in his opportunity for his rematch at the WWE title. That's destiny."
"He speaks Spanish, he's a little bit confusing. What he meant was John Cena cashing in his rematch clause for the WWE Championship right here tonight."
"Your rematch clause exists as about as much as Santa Clause exists. So I am officially putting my name out there, cashing in my rematch clause..."
"Tonight is the night fairytales become real, because I am exercising my clause, and tonight I will face Alberto Del Rio for the WWE Championship. I'm happy to give you the first shot."
"And I'm officially ignoring both of you. This is my time. I defended my title last week, so now it's time for me to celebrate. But of course, it's not gonna happen here. It's not gonna happen here in Canada in front of these mugrosos canadians. And you Punk, at SummerSlam I saw my opportunity and I took advantage of that. Just stop crying like a little girl." Del Rio adds.
"And this is for both of you..." Del Rio gets cut off by Hunter's music.
"And here we go."
"Oh boy."
He walks out and down to the ring, and like everyone else, grabbing a mic as his music fades.
"First of all, you can take the smug look right off your little face there because I'm not out here to protect you. Now well you don't have a match against either one of them, you do have a match tonight and it's next, so don't go anywhere. As far as the two of you go, rematch clauses are not like Money in the Bank, you don't just cash them in whenever you feel like it. See that's my job, I'm the C.O.O of this company. I call the shots, and whether you think I screwed you at SummerSlam, or whether you think I sent the text I never sent, it doesn't matter to me. Here's the thing, as far as who gets their rematch first, I'm gonna leave that up to the two of you to decide. Because in four weeks at Night Of Champions, Alberto Del Rio will defend the undisputed WWE Championship against the man that wins tonight's main event. A main event that will see CM Punk go one on one with John Cena."
"Again?"
"Booooooring."
Hunter leaves the ring, followed by John before we go to a commercial. After the commercial, Del Rio was posing in the corner and his opponent was revealed to be Morrison.
"Yeah, Morrison's gonna lose."
"Uh yeah."
Morrison took control of the match early on, before it switched to Del Rio. The control kept changing until it stayed with Del Rio and the match had ended finally after what seemed like forever with the cross-arm breaker and Morrison tapped out. Even after winning as usual he attacked Morrison even more. Once they were off the screen after showing the matchup for John's match, backstage in the locker room was Kelly with Eve, Eve clearly being ready for a match. I just glare at the screen at her and grumble. Alex decides to distract me by kissing along my neck and shoulders.
"I'm fine." I mumble.
"Okay but I'm not stopping." He replies.
"And to make it easier..." He trails off before pulling me over onto his lap.
I laugh lightly.
"No marks." I warn.
"I know, I know. You're coming out with me for my match and you don't want marks all over your neck."
"Exactly."
After the commercial break, the Bellas were in ring and then Eve came out with Kelly.
"Can her gear blend in with her skin tone much?" Aly remarks.
Mike snickers.
"Either she changes that dumb old gear of hers, or they let up on the spray tanning." I add.
"And don't let her wear colors that blend in with her skin. What's that, like the second or third time she's worn things like that?"
"Yep...someone call the fashion police."
"No kidding."
The match was actually a decent match...for once. Brie has to get involved of course.
"You know what is up with that dancing before the standing moonsault she does? She looks ridiculous." I remark after we watch her do so.
"I know!"
"Thinks she can dance...don't make me laugh."
"Seriously."
Eve wins of course and Brie goes to get involved, but Kelly stops her. Her music plays and then the camera goes over to Natalya and Beth walking out for the 2nd week in a row.
"Nattie." Aly smiles.
"It's great we're seeing her on Raw more now that she's formed that team with Beth."
"Yeah, definitely."
Switching to backstage, Kevin Nash is walking though the halls before going to another commercial. Alex stops the kissing of my shoulders and neck and nudges me.
"Awww it's that time isn't it? Your match."
"Yup."
"I'm comfy though."
"I know and I'm sorry but we have to go."
"Especially since we're going out there during the commercial break. No entrance televised tonight." He adds.
"Awww."
"That's so not cool." Aly remarks.
"I know but not much I can do about it." Alex shrugs.
"Who are you facing tonight anyway DC?"
"Swagger again."
"A match that doesn't prove anything...oh well...just kick his ass tonight."
"I'll try my best." He chuckles.
I move from his lap and stand up, along with him. Then we leave the room and head down to the locker room so that he can get changed, and so that we can head out to the ring during the commercial. I wait for him as he changes. He comes out shortly after, and we head straight to the curtain to go out. Once we do go out, we do the usual and get into the ring and whatnot. He does his thing before we just wait around and talk.
"God, Swagger better not botch another move tonight. That gutwrench powerbomb...he could've hurt you last week."
"I know."
"And they wanted to slow your push down a bit because of that last match you had with Mike, to improve your in-ring skills? They should look at Lispy in that match last week."
"I know." He repeats, shrugging.
Then the commercial break was over and Alex sat down in the corner on the bottom rope as we watched what happened last week in the match. Then Justin introduces Vickie and she comes out saying 'excuse me' as usual.
"What is she wearing?" I remark, making a face.
"I have no idea." Alex snickers.
"I sense a wardrobe malfunction happening. But let's hope not...because I DON'T wanna see that." I shudder.
Alex shudders too. We totally ignored what Vickie was saying and she was now walking down the ramp with Lispy. I take this as the time to get out of the ring, so I lean down and kiss Alex quickly before getting out of the ring. Vickie gets in the ring with Swagger for a brief moment, but when she does get out and the bell rings to start the match, I make sure to keep an eye on her as well as the match.
Alex and Swagger circle before locking up for a brief moment and then Swagger drops Alex face first to the apron. Then Swagger wraps his arms around Alex in an old style wrestling move, before Alex gets up and gets out of it. He only gets of it for a second before Swagger hoists Alex over his shoulder and then powerbombs him to the apron. Swagger screams and he punches Alex in the head once before bouncing off the ropes, only for Alex to stop him and deliver a spinebuster.
"Come on Alex, you're doing good." I say as he tries to regain power, when he rolls over towards where I am.
That's when I notice Dolph walking down to the ring.
"Oh he better not..." I grumble.
Vickie is arguing with Dolph as Swagger gains control of the match for a bit, hitting Alex in the back before going for another gutwrench powerbomb like last week. Alex doesn't let him and he gets out of the hold, but only to be met by a swift clothesline. Then at the same time I see Vickie go tumbling to the floor. Swagger takes his attention off of Alex and puts it on Dolph and Vickie. He argues with Dolph before shoving him and getting back in the ring. When he does, Alex rolls him up for the pin, winning the match.
"Yes!" I cheer happily.
I slide into the ring totally ignoring Swagger, after Alex celebrates with excitement. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him in a hug. He returns my hug happily and kisses my head. Swagger's all bent out of shape because of what happened and he's flipping out.
"Awww poor baby." I snicker.
Alex laughs. Once Vickie and Dolph are gone, Swagger leaves the ring.
"Oh look I didn't have to smack anyone tonight."
"Oh darn." I add jokingly.
"But you woooon." I continue.
"I know." He grins.
"If you're not too tired by the end of the night, I may have something in store for you since you won." I smirk, pulling away from him and starting to leave the ring.
His eyebrows raise as he chases after me. I'm starting to walk up the ramp when he reaches me and wraps an arm around me, being all super close and everything.
"I like the sound of that."
"I know you do."
"And now you're gonna be all anxious the rest of the night. What have I done?" I laugh.
"You started it."
"I know I did." I say all proud as we make it backstage.
Then before we could even get out of the curtained area, I just had to drag my nails across his abs and I quickly got away from him, rushing away with a smirk on my face. I hear Alex growl and he chases after me again.
"Aha, I got you!" I laugh as I'm rushing away.
"I'll get you back!"
"Ooooh I'm scared."
He puts on an extra burst of speed and scoops me up in his arms.
"You should be."
"Heyyy, no fair."
"You started it."
"Like I said before...I know."
Alex chuckles and keeps walking, still carrying me.
"When are you gonna put me down?"
"When I want to."
"And when will that be exactly?"
"You'll have to wait and see."
"Okay..."
I pout lightly and he just smirks. Of course he doesn't put me down until we reach the locker room. He sets me down but gives me an intense kiss before he goes to change. It takes me a few seconds to snap back to reality.
"Oooooh, now who's being the evil one?"
Alex just grins and goes into the locker room.
"Getting you back for that." I mumble to myself.
After a few minutes Alex comes out.
"Youuuu."
"Meeee." He smirks.
"You're not just gonna get away with that you know."
"Bring it on."
"You'll have to wait until later, when we're back at the hotel."
He chuckles and puts an arm around my shoulders as the two of us head back to the room. We of course knock first when we get back to the room, and when we hear a response we walk in and sit back on the couch, the way we were before we left with me sitting on his lap. Aly's sitting between Mike's legs with her back to his chest, just relaxing with her eyes closed while he rubs on her stomach.
Since it was after the commercial, the next segment of the night began. Hunter came out and he asked Nash to come out so things can get explained. He comes out and down to the ring, grabbing a mic himself. He walks over and he and Hunter do the man hug thing.
"Now obviously there's a lot of controversy over what happened at SummerSlam. You obviously felt like you were doing the right thing helping out a buddy. You recieved a text on your phone, which I've explained to the world, explained to you did not come from me. You know that now, you realize that what happened was not supposed to happen, and I want to make sure everybody here knows that. I want to know that we're all on the same page and this is completely transparent, there's no conspiracy here of any sorts."
"Truth seems to think otherwise when it involves him."
"I've known you for 20 years. When you said you didn't lie, I understand that, I totally believe it. I got a text from you and I just thought I was doing you a favor. You know what I was gonna come out here tonight, and I was gonna apologize to CM Punk. And then I thought about all the crap he ran by me last week, and I said...not so much. I appreciate your position, I appreciate you're the C.O.O. I'm just asking you...please please please don't ask me not to be a man."
"Kevin I understand CM Punk crossed the line with you last week, but...you don't work here okay? I can't have you calling guys out, you don't work..."
"Exactly. I don't work here, I don't have to take his crap, I don't have to get him over. And let me tell you one thing, that line wasn't for my security, wasn't for my safety, that was for Punk. You know I would've killed him."
"Kevin, I understand your position on this okay? But, you don't work here, I can't have you calling guys out. You want to beat up CM Punk, go ahead. Call him out to the Tim Horton's across the street and beat him lifeless, I don't care. I just can't have you do it here okay? I'm not asking you not to be a man, I'm just asking you and I can't believe I'm gonna say this...can you please just leave?"
And of course CM Punk has to come out.
"Another storytime? Joyyy."
"Stupid Chatty." Aly scoffs without opening her eyes.
"Please please please don't leave. See I'm out here right now to get to the bottom of this. Who sent the text message? Well it seems we got a mystery on our hands, so why don't we play a little bit of a game of Clue? Was it Big Lazy with the giant tube of Just For Men in the Conservatory? Maybe. Or was it Triple H backstage with his trusty sledgehammer? Or maybe...and this is the one my money's on. Maybe it was Stephanie McMahon. With I don't know, the candlestick in the library...something. We need to figure out who sent the text message gentlemen, because I don't believe a word either of you are saying right now. And Nash you came out here to apologize to me last week? You should've just apologized. And now you say I crossed the line. Well guess what? I'm a habitual line stepper, that's what I do, I step over lines." Punk goes on, getting into the ring once he's reached it.
"You should know a thing or two about it, you're a line stepper too. You know what, I'm done talking. Last week you got off easy, this week I'm kicking your ass."
"Good luck with that."
Hunter stops Punk and pushes him back of course.
"Get your hands off me! You know you...you've had it in for me since the beginning. You've never liked me have you? You know at SummerSlam you called the match down the middle, just until you saw an opportunity to screw me, so what's youre problem Hunter huh? Exactly why are you so scared of me being WWE Champion? You're afraid I'm gonna be a good champion or a bad champion? You know who's...who's really pulling the strings? Is it you? Is it Big Sexy? Or is it your bean headed wife?"
"There he goes crossing the line again."
"I know you're a line crosser, and I've promised the world including the board that I wouldn't get involved in this stuff physically. But don't make the mistake of thinking that for a second, I'm not the same damn guy I've always been! I'm telling you right now, you cross the line with me, I'm gonna leave you lying where you stand."
"Okay...alright...I wouldn't want you to...take this nice suit off and fold it up and...put it in your wife's purse where obviously you keep your cellphone, as well as your balls."
Then Nash hits him over the head and Hunter makes him get out of the ring, along with himself, Punk just smiling as they walk away. After that was over, up next the match set was Evan and Kofi vs the Bland Brothers for the tag titles.
"Yayy, Evan's in a title match."
"Sweet. Go Evan." Aly says, opening her eyes.
"Pfft, nerd." Mike remarks.
"Be nice."
"I always call him a nerd, you know that."
"Still."
"Yeah, it's his first title shot, be nice." I add.
"How about no?" He scoffs.
"How about yes?" Aly says, squeezing his thighs warningly with her hands
"Okay okay, fine." He sighs.
"Good."
After the commercial, Nash and Hunter are arguing, resulting in Nash leaving. The Tag Team title match starts after that and first Kofi comes out and then Evan. Followed by them were the Bland Brothers, dressed up trying to look like gangsters.
"Why do they try to dress and act like gangsters when they fail at it?"
"I don't know but it's funny." Aly giggles.
"Ohhh fist bump fail." I snicker.
"Ahaha."
"I'll laugh if they lose those titles. The tag team division will actually mean something then."
"I know."
The match starts and it starts off with Evan and McGillicutty. It's not looking too good for Evan early on in the match, but Evan comes back and then tags Kofi in. It stays with Kofi in the ring for most of the match until by the end of the match, he tags in Evan and he takes control of the match, going for a pin on Otunga which McGillicutty stops. But Kofi gets in the ring and he sends McGillicutty tumbling to the floor before kicking Otunga in the head. Evan takes advantage of the opportunity and goes airbourne, and believe it or not pinning Otunga for him and Kofi to win the titles.
"Yayyyy go Evan!"
"And now the Tag Team Division actually means something. It's about time."
"I know."
After their celebration in the ring, it was another commercial break, and when we did finally get back, Kofi and Evan were interviewed backstage on their win. Then Zack rushes over, spilling the champagne everywhere, along with Titus O'Neil, Derrick Bateman and what looks like Aksana.
"Nice."
"Gotta love Zack being a dork." I laugh.
"Of course." Aly laughs too.
Then the screen changes to Hunter walking through the halls, until Laurinitis starts calling to him, and runs up to him. Then he tells him that Kevin Nash has been in a car accident, giving him a piece of paper where he wrote the hospital name down. So Hunter leaves, and Laurinitis is in charge for the rest of the night, before the screen fades to yet another commercial.
"Something is fishy about that..."
"Yeah...very fishy."
She nods in agreement. Then Mike nudges her.
"Okay you've got to move, because I'm going out to the ring after this commercial."
"Awwww."
"Is that why you have your gear on? You don't have a match though."
"You'll see."
"Okay...if you say so." She says, moving so that he could get up.
He gets up and she gets comfortable again. He leans down and kisses her, before heading out the door.
"I have a feeling I won't like this."
"Yeah awfully suspicious that he's going out there in his ring gear, yet he doesn't have a match scheduled."
After the commercial Santino's music hit and he walked out for his match, and as he was walking down the ramp, Mike and Truth both ran out and brutally attacked him outside and inside the ring. Truth gives him his finisher and then Mike gives him the Skull Crushing Finale. Mike motions for a mic, and they hand him his and they hand Truth a mic too.
"Shut up." Truth says to the booing crowd, which makes them boo more.
"You saw what just happened to Little Jimmy? That's gonna happen to Little Jimmy everytime. Don't start the whats."
The crowd of course starts it and Truth goes back and forth with them saying 'what'.
"They're just gonna keep doing it."
"You see, I've been saying over and over again that there was a conspiracy right here in the WWE. Ya'll gonna make me lose my mind."
"Up in here up in here." I sing from part of that DMX song.
"Oh my god I remember that song." Aly laughs.
"Haha, took me a bit but I remember that line from the song. Oh that was a good one. And I think he already has lost his mind."
"Yeah."
"You see, Triple H, Kevin Nash, Stephanie McMahon, John Cena and CM Punk...they're all in on this here together. You see they sit around the conspiracy table and they conspire. You see I know youster is the rooster from brewster, but I used to main event pay-per-views too. But now that Triple H is in charge, it's no longer about the Truth. You know what? Shut up! It's no longer about you either Miz."
"He has a point..."
"True..."
"I can't believe I'm actually gonna say this but...you're right. You're absolutely, positively right. There is a conspiracy in the WWE. What what what..you sound like a bunch of ducks! Shut your stupid mouth while I'm talking!"
We all snicker at the reminder of the duck thing.
"Shut up and quit making noise!" Truth yells.
"Understand that I...months ago...I was the main event of Wrestlemania! I beat John Cena 1-2-3 at Wrestlemania 27! I guess that's about average right?"
"True that."
"Then...then Triple H becomes all in control of Raw. Then what happens to the Miz huh? Just to do something I have to pick a fight with Jared from Subway."
"Hey...we're gonna be good. We're gonna be good ya'll, we just wanted to get this out. We know ya'll don't have no home training being canadians."
"So I'm going to speak very slowly so you'll understand me." Mike says slowly.
"Just like at the house shows overseas." I laugh.
"Uh huh."
"Is everyone ready?"
Then everyone starts chanting 'you suck'.
"Ya'll sound like a bunch of animals." Truth says.
"Alright listen up...listen up and listen clear! I am sick of seeing people like Santino Marella who hasn't won a match in over 5 years on Monday Night Raw, when I am the most must-see WWE Champion of all time! WE are sick of it. We are sick of being underutilized, we are sick of everything, we are done without getting an opportunity! So instead of waiting for an opportunity, we're just gonna take it!"
"Any and all opportunities come our way...no questions asked. We're just gonna take it. Any spiders cross our path...we're gonna squash it. Any conspiracies wanna push us around...we push back. And sooner or later, some people gon' get got. And that's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
"And it's...aweeeesoooome!" Mike adds and Truth's music plays.
"I don't like it."
"He has to team up with the whacko?"
"Apparently. And I really don't like the idea."
Then Truth starts rapping and instead of the 'what's up' thing he had going before he went all heel on everyone, he starts rapping 'you suck' and Mike joins in. He even starts dancing a bit.
"You married that." I laugh.
"I know." Aly laughs.
Truth and Mike do the 'you suck' thing again.
"You aaaalllll suuuck!" Mike adds as we now see Punk and John making their way to the ring.
"And now for the boring match..."
"Bleh."
It takes a while for Mike to get back from the ring, especially since he went back to the locker room to change. When he did come back, the match was getting ready to start and we see Del Rio sitting ringside.
"Now how did I know he was gonna be out there?"
"'Cause he's predictable."
Laurinitis is also ringside to watch the match as well. First Punk comes out and then John does.
"By the way, I don't like the idea of you teaming up with whacko." Aly says to Mike.
"He could snap and hurt you." She adds.
"Maybe, maybe not. We both have a mutual agreement on what's happening with the both of us."
"I still don't like it."
"I know.
"Just be careful."
"I'll try my best, promise."
Most of the match has passed, and I was watching intently because I had a feeling that Del Rio was gonna try something either during the match or after it. John tried for the AA but Punk got out of it, repeatedly elbowing John in the head before kneeing him in the head, going for a pin and John kicks out. John hits Punk with an AA suddenly going for a pin, but Punks kicks out. John rams him into the corner before lifting him up and climbing up himself. Punk headbutts John knocking him down, before hitting John with a cross-body. There's a roll through and John picks Punk up and lifts him up over his shoulder, only to have Punk move and go for another pin and John kicks out. Then Punk strikes John in the side of the head with his foot and Pun crawls over and picks John up going for the GTS. But then we hear the voice of Kevin Nash and he appears out on the stage and then walks down the ramp.
"I told you something was fishy."
Punk gets distracted enough so that when he turns around John gives him an AA and pins
him to win the match. Nash walks away and that's when Del Rio attacks John.
"What the hell does he think he's doing?"
"I don't know, but I won't stand for it."
"We need to do something...and fast...think quickly."
"The car." Aly says, sitting up.
"Spray paint?"
"Oh yes." Aly smirks.
"Alright, let's hurry to the car. We'll drive it out and we spray paint it after we have Dortio's attention."
"You got it." I nod.
"Be careful." Alex says.
"We will be. It's not like we're gonna get near him anyway."
"And he never did anything to Edge and Christian when they beat up his car at Wrestlemania so I doubt he'd do anything to a pair of pregnant women."
"Right, but we should get going like now."
Aly nods and gets up. We kiss Mike and Alex quickly before dashing out of the room, and in the direction of the little area by the stage where they hold Del Rio's cars after he drives them out when they bring it back.
"The keys are in the car." Aly laughs after peering inside.
"Idiots..."
Aly snickers and we slide into the car. She starts it up and we slowly make our way out, and through the curtain...beeping the horn of course so Dorito knows what's going on. Everybody is looking at us curiously. She stops the car, and we have the cans of spray paint in our hands while we get out of the car, also mics so we can get Del Rio's attention.
"Yoo hoo, Alberto!"
He's looking between us and the spray paint fearfully.
"You messed with the wrong two people's brother. Now you have to suffer the consequences." Aly adds.
We shake up the spray cans and pop the tops off.
"I hate to ruin this pretty car but..." I trail off, shrugging before we put the mics down and start spray painting 'DXG' and 'Dorito' and anything else we can come up with.
We can hear Del Rio yelling in Spanish the whole time, freaking out. We go until the cans are empty and we have satisfied smiles on our faces.
"Looks good." Aly calls to me.
Then Del Rio starts walking over to clearly inspect how bad the damage is. We back away onto the ramp as he looks on all upset. He starts yelling at us and we just wave, smiling.
"No comprende." We snicker.
Aly laughs.
"Come on, let's go help John." I motion towards him.
Aly nods and we go over to him.
"John, are you gonna be okay?" I ask, once we reach him.
"I think so." He groans.
"Come on, let's get you backstage to the trainers."
We help him up and take him backstage.
"Want us to stick around until you're done in there?" Aly asks once we get to the trainers.
"Nah, I'll be alright. Thanks." He replies.
"Alright. We always got your back, pregnant or not."
"I know. I really appreciae it."
"What are sisters for right? No one messes with our brother."
He chuckles.
"We'll talk to you later, you go make sure you're alright."
John nods and hugs us.
"Bye Sully." Aly says.
"Bye Boo..bye Car."
"Bye John." I reply.
Then John goes into the trainer's and we head back to the room.
"That felt so good, making Del Rio mad like that."
"I know."
"And now I have to plan to get Alex back."
"Get him back for what?"
"Well it all started after he won his match, I said I would probably have something in store for him when we got back to the hotel. He chased after me and we were walking backstage. I did to him what I always do and I dashed away, and he ran after me. Once we got to the locker room so that he could change, he kissed me...intensely of course before heading in to change."
"Nice." She laughs.
"So yeah, I told him I'm getting him back for that and he's like 'bring it on'."
"Ooooh." She snickers.
"Now I have some planning to do before we get back to the hotel."
"Have fun."
"It's always fun when I get to torture him."
"I bet."
Then we make it back to the room and walk inside.
"You two ready?" Aly asks.
"Yeah, we're all set." Mike nods.
"Alright, let's go then."
They grab their things and get up, following us out the door and then out to the car, where we head back to the hotel. Alex and I get into our room and he puts his bag by the rest of my bags. I look through my things for something to change into and then I head into the bathroom to change and everything, leaving Alex to change out in the room. Once he does, he climbs into bed laying in his spot with his eyes closed. I come out not too long after and see him laying there peacefully. I know he's not sleeping because his breathing hasn't changed yet. So after putting my clothes with my things, I quietly walk over to the bed and carefully climb onto it, before moving so that I'm straddling his hips. His eyes pop open and his hands move to rest on my hips.
"Hi." I grin.
"...hi."
"You didn't forget about me getting you back for what you did tonight did you?"
"...no..."
"Good. But I have one simple rule to this. Your hands..." I trail off, grabbing his hands and removing them from my hips.
"...can't be touching me."
Alex whines.
"Sorry." I giggle.
"Whyyyyyy."
"Because..." I start to say, leaning down so that my lips are barely touching his.
"...it's more fun to torture you that way." I finish, before sitting back up.
He whines again.
"Whining won't get you anything."
He grumbles and goes quiet.
"Now I have to be able to trust you to keep your hands off of me, I can't keep them away myself, considering I'll need my own for what I'm gonna do."
He nods reluctantly.
"Good. Now where to start..." I trail off thinking.
"...aha I know." I finish, leaning back down and pressing my lips to his.
Alex kisses back eagerly. I don't linger there long, so I pull my lips away from his and move them down to his neck. From there I start to move down his chest as my nails drag along his sides at the same time. He tenses, hissing. I start to get closer to his abs and he starts to move around under me.
"Stay still..." I mumble.
He groans but tries to stay still. I finally reach them and I drag the nails of one hand across them before pressing my lips to them. I hear a muffled groan escape him. I smirk and continue to move my lips around and after a bit I stop for a moment, and when he leasts expects it, I start nipping at the skin. He goes tense and groans loudly. Then I start moving over to one indent.
"No no no no no no no." He keeps saying, shaking his head.
"Shhh."
"Nooooo." He continues, clearly not listening.
"Shhh Alex."
I reach the indent and press my lips to it, earning another groan from him, but it's muffled since he hid his face in the pillow. I press more kisses to his indent before nipping gently. He makes more noises and I do the same thing to the other one, before making my way back up to his lips where I press mine to his hard. Before he could respond though, I pulled away and sat back up, pleased with what I have done.
"...you...are...evil..." He says, breathing heavily.
"That's what you get." I grin.
He sighs.
"You said bring it on...so I did."
"...yes you did."
"Now are you gonna move?" He asks.
"Hmmm, nope I'm comfortable."
"I don't think you're supposed to sleep on your stomach anymore." Alex says.
"Who said anything about sleeping? Ruin my fun why don't you."
"I was just saying.."
I look at him for a moment, before sighing and moving, laying on my side with my back facing him.
"Love...I wasn't trying to ruin your fun..." Alex reaches out and rubs my back.
"...but you did." I mumble.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine..." I mumble again, grabbing the blankets and pulling them over me.
"No its not. I don't want you to go to bed upset with me." He says.
"I'll be fine."
"Carly..." He sighs.
"Honestly I'll be fine, let me sleep."
"...sorry. I love you."
The moodswing didn't last long, and I remember hearing the hint of sadness in his voice.
"Alex...don't get upset." I say, shifting to my other side to face him now.
"Well I made you upset..."
"...it was one of those moodswings Alex."
"I'm sorry I snapped at you." I add, putting my hand on his cheek.
"I'm the one who should be sorry, I caused the moodswing again."
"Its okay."
"No it's not okay, I keep forgetting about them and this is the 2nd time I've caused it."
"Alex, seriously. You can't control these and neither can I. It isn't your fault."
"Don't beat yourself up over it." I add, sitting up and pulling him up with me so I can hug him.
He hugs me back, burying his face in my neck.
"You know that I would never intentionally snap at you like that."
"You're sorry, I'm sorry. We're even." I add.
He nods into my neck and pulls away from the hug after a few moments.
"Remember I'll always love you." I say, lacing my fingers with his before leaning in and kissing him gently.
"I love you too." He says quietly.
"Now let's go to sleep."
He nods and the two of us lay down. This time I snuggle right up against his side while he puts an arm around me.
"Night love."
"Night."
Mike and Aly are in their room getting ready for bed. She's putting away her clothes after changing and she can feel Mike watching her but she just smiles and doesn't say anything. Then she turns around and walks over to the bed, climbing into it, still not saying anything. She snuggles up to him silently. She places her hand on his chest and lightly draws patterns with her fingertips. He wraps an arm around her, and kisses her head while he focuses on her drawing the patterns. She tries not to giggle and switches to using her nails instead of her fingertips.
"You're up to something aren't you?"
She shakes her head.
"Hmmm...okay."
She bites back a smile and keeps drawing the patterns. He turns his head so that he's looking up at the ceiling, and he closes his eyes as he continues to focus on the patterns being drawn. She slowly inches her hand down towards his abs.
"What're you doing?" He mumbles.
"Nothing."
"It doesn't feel like nothing."
She giggles a little.
"Honestly it's nothing."
"Surrrre."
"Don't worry about it."
As they go back and forth, her hand reaches his abs. He tenses a bit like always.
"Not up to anything huh?" He asks, opening his eyes and looking at her.
"Mayyybe." She giggles.
"Uh huh..."
She traces each part of his abs.
"You're being evil..." He mumbles.
"I know." She smirks.
"Whyyyy?"
"Because I can?"
"Well duh of course you can."
"And I feel like it."
"Now just relax."
He sighs. She keeps tracing his abs and when he relaxes, she presses her fingers into one of his indents. He lets out a groan and she smirks, doing it again and pressing her lips to his. She kisses him for a bit waiting for him to respond, but when he finally goes to do so, she pulls away and teases him one last time with the other indent before pulling away all together.
"Lyssss." He groans, whining.
She laughs lightly.
"Yessss?"
"That was meannnnn..."
"I'm sorry." She laughs.
"I just wanted to do something fun before we go to bed." She adds.
"Not fair."
"Poor baby." She teases.
"You'll get me back, I know it."
"You always do." She adds.
"You got that right."
She reaches up and kisses him again.
"Night, love you."
"Night, love you too."