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Chapter Eleven - Medic!
I slumped my shoulders and wiped my red teary eyes, I reached the door to my hotel room sighing before opening the door to god knows what damage I left behind. The TV was on the familiar noise of the soccer on low volume, the room was illuminated by the T.V as I lay my eyes upon a sleeping champion remote in one hand and a phone in the other, he called and texted countless times as I walked aimlessly around Raleigh. His chin rested against his chest, his back against the headboard and looking as if he lost the battle against sleep. I tiptoed around the bed to my side slipping off my shoes and taking my place next to him, delicately putting my hand around his waist, taking my place, as I normally would while relaxing in hotel rooms or either of our apartments. "I'm sorry." I whispered. I sighed wishing I could take back my outburst earlier, Wade stirred and looked down at me, his eyes still in dream land and trying to register the sight of me, "Bethany…?" he asked drowsily, "I'm sorry, I really need to calm down and not just have an outburst when tension builds up." I sat up with my hand still around his waist, "I swear I was just dreaming about you, for a second when I opened my eyes I still thought I was dreaming." I frowned but a smile crept on my face, "That was so cheesy." He pulled me down on top of him so our feet were at the headboard, "I know but its true, how was your walk?" he asked nonchalantly, "I'm sorry I was a wanker." I whispered again tears building up in my eyes, "What's a wanker?" he asked with a smile wiping away a escaped tear from cheek, "Like a twat or dickhead." I replied trying to suppress a laugh, "Oh well then, thank you for the apology but we both acted like a bunch of wankers." He laughed before kissing me on the lips, I started to get a enjoyable and familiar feeling between my legs as the kisses became deeper and rushed, our hands grabbed at each others clothes and disposing them carelessly around the room, he paused for a moment scrambling for a foil packet, I waited while my excitement grew in the pit of my stomach, he returned to his position he eased in slowly taking in every moment, he moved in further and groaned, "More." I moaned he complied as he thrust in deeper and increased his pace, he reached his peak first but I wasn't far behind. We were sleek with sweat and gasping for air, between gulps he muttered, "I didn't think make up sex was this good." I smiled before taking my place on top of him I straddled his waist and gave him a deep kiss my teeth catching his bottom lip in the process, "Just wait until round two."
"Well aren't you two in a good mood." The loud Irish accent of Sheamus broke through our conversation over the breakfast table, the massive pale Irishman sat in the chair next to mine, his large limbs spilled over into small space I was now in. "Morning Wadeyboy, Convict." He gave each of us a curt nod with a large smile, "Sheamus what a pleasure it is to see you this morning, please sit down and join us for breakfast." I spoke sarcastically; I ate another spoonful of bircher muesli, "No problem Convict." I rolled my eyes and gave him a small shove to the arm causing him to miss the fork full of bacon that he had on his way to his mouth, "Wade, seriously what date this convict?" he said sarcastically. I don't remember Sheamus ever calling me by my real name, not even my stage name. Ever since I met him he insisted of calling me 'Convict' on the basis of Australia being founded by the English and used as a colony where they sent criminals, he is convinced I'm the great-great-great-great granddaughter of some convict. We were joined by other superstars getting breakfast, I was jealous of the large plates of food full of bacon, eggs, pancakes and sausages each brought, I was trying to image my museli as an omelette full of cheese and other stuff I wasn't suppose to be eating. Punk passed the table giving few greetings, I waved him over to the seat next to me but he ignored the offer, choosing to sit alone then with the group, Wanker. My frustration was calmed by the presence of Mike, he nudged me with a smile and proceeded to show me pictures of Maryse and his beloved dog, he snuck me a few pieces of bacon which were greeted by 'should you be eating that' look from Wade and DB.
"And your winner, Sydney!" called Lillian Gracia over the rowdy Raleigh crowd, my hand was raised to the crowd in my victory of the battle royal to be the number one contender for the Divas' title, however, it was cut short by hard steel title against the back of my head. I woke up on the ground and shook my head to try and shake off the grogginess of Beth's botch, Wade was leaned over me his arms pulling me closer towards him, his eyes were full of concern as his mouthed a sentence to me, I could hear anything but a loud ringing in my ears, "What?" I asked as the world regained its colour and sound as I realized where and what I was doing, "I said are you okay?" he asked again, scanned my head and face for blood, "Nope." I moaned back, he was taken aback and I could try he was trying not to panic and stay in character but I knew all he wanted to do was carry me up the ramp to the medic; he gently placed my head back on the ground while I tried to gain enough strength to stand or at least drag myself to the bottom rope, the crowd cheered and screamed as we were joined in the ring by another. CM Punk pushed Wade out of the way, I could tell they were arguing but the world became muted again as I tried to fight to stay conscious, I managed to pull myself to the bottom rope and begin the seemingly impossible task of getting to my feet. Beth had already made it to the top of the ramp the title still raised high ready to make her exit but before she could she was interrupted by the pulse of Booker T's music through the arena, the Raleigh crowd immediately got to their feet to welcome the general manager, both Beth and the guys stopped mid action to listen to his verdict. "Well this is a mess." He stated looking to the crowd for approval, which they responded with a loud cheer, "I have no idea what is going on with all you people but it has to be put on hold because I have decided what matches are going to happen at the Elimination Chamber in 3 weeks." The crowd waited in anticipation, I had managed to get myself on my feet and leaning against the corner, I gave Wade a weak smile hoping it would put his mind at ease, Punk was pacing in the ring in full character giving me quick glances here and there to make sure I was okay, "So the first match I will be announcing is the Diva's Championship match which will be Beth Pheonix versus the new number one contender Sydney Myers," the crowd were pleased with this outcome, "but I'm not done yet, this match will be the first of its kind for a diva's match because it will be in a steel cage." The Raleigh crowd immediately got to their feet I could hear the loud 'This is awesome' chant through the arena, Booker paused to take in the reaction before continuing "The second match will be for the Intercontinental Championship which will be a lumberjack match and will include Wade Barrett and the rightful opponent of CM Punk." In full character Punk continued to rile up the crowd while Wade throw a minor temper tantrum and proceeded up the ramp to Booker. The arena went fuzzy and static as I slumped down further into the corner trying my best to stay conscious; I weakly raised my hand to the crowd before the blackness took over.