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Chapter Twenty-One - Back to Where We Started
My hand ached and throbbed as I lay in Layla's bed. All I wanted to do was sleep but I was finding it very difficult with the talking going on outside my door.
"She said he doesn't want to come outside." Layla had the hotel room door open slightly; there was a ray a light coming from the hallway lights, I could barely make out Layla's Hello Kitty pajamas.
"Wade, fella we need to go to bed." I could make out Sheamus' thick accent,
"Please just let me talk to her Layla." Wade pleaded,
"She has spent the last 4 hours in the hospital and needs to rest she has a big meeting in the morning with medical and creative. Please let her sleep." She whispered. I heard muffled voices and then a bang,
"She's my girlfriend." He cried.
"Not much longer if you keep acting like this." She warned,
"Bethany! Bethany! Please talk to me!" he yelled over Layla,
"You're going to get us kicked out and we will be suspended. Wade talk to her in the morning." Sheamus pulled Wade back, I carefully got out of bed and padded over to the door moving Layla to the side,
"Wade don't speak." I held my good hand up, "I will talk to you after my meeting tomorrow and I will not talk to you a minute before. Please go to your room and don't do something that you and I are going to regret." I closed the door and went back to bed, Layla followed behind me. She snuggled against me,
"What are you going to do?" she was already drifting on to sleep, exhausted from the night.
I sighed deeply my eyes were beginning to get heavy, "Honestly, I have no fucking clue."
"Miss Jenkins the medical staff tell me your cleared to compete. You don't need a cast and when it's strapped properly you should be A-Okay to wrestle, just nothing too crazy alright?" Mr. McMahon told me as he sat behind his desk.
"Wow that's awesome." I smiled; my day wasn't as crap as I thought it would be.
"I've just been going over next weeks script and you will be playing up your 'broken hand' from The Barrage and forfeiting the diva's title." I nodded slowly, my title. I take that back my day official sucks asshole.
"Bring her in." McMahon gestured to the assistant in the corner to open the door, "Hey Vinny!" Gemma strutted into the office, high heels, short black skirt, tight top and an expensive necklace, she shook McMahon hand and sat next to me, she put her hand on mine and gave it a squeeze,
"Sorry about the hand B, tough luck." She pouted and turned back to him, "So about the championship?" she asked, Fuck no! I sat still and tried my best not look too upset, "What's going on?" she asked. I tried my best not to look at her because if I did I would give her two black eyes for her next FHM or Maximum or Hustler photo shoot.
"Well since you and Antonio had an onscreen break up and your playing a babyface now we are giving you the championship." Gemma bounced in her seat clapping her hands. I had to be professional,
"Congratulations Gem." I smiled politely but I was fuming inside.
"Vinny I will do whatever in my power to be the best champion ever! I can totally turn this division around." She grabbed my hand again; "Don't worry B I'm sure if you ever get another chance with the title it will be longer then 2 weeks." She smiled super sweetly at me and threw her head back in a high-pitched giggle, we both knew she was being fake but McMahon didn't he shook both of our hands and dismissed us. We walked out of the office and closed the door behind us,
"I'm so excited to take the belt to all of the parties I have coming up." Gemma gushed; I smiled politely trying to act on my best behaviour.
"I can't wait to see what they are going to do with you and the title. It's going to be great to watch." She laughed again; it was like nails on a chalkboard.
"That's lovely of you to say. I know I'm going to awesome," she paused and took a step closer to me, her smile faded to a snarl, "You're going to forgotten when I'm champion." I took a step back.
"Gemma what the fuck was that?" I asked, I was shocked that it had turned nasty.
"I'm finally out from under your shadow. I don't even know why I was put there in the first place. I'm prettier, taller and I'm on the fucking cover of Playboy and I was always passed over because of you."
"Well as wrestler a wrestling ability is needed to succeed in this industry." I spoke with sarcasm and I began to walk off, I didn't need this bullshit from her.
"Are you jealous that I'm the Shawn Michaels and you're the Micky Jannetty?" she cried from the other side of the hallway. I paused and looked behind my shoulder at her.
"It's Marty Jannetty. I'm excited to see you fall flat on your face because you don't have the skills to keep up." I put up my middle finger and exited the building.
I took my time heading back to hotel and splurged on a Jimmy Choo Sasha M Grainy Leather tote hoping it would make me feel better but I didn't. I walked back to the hotel with my head hung low and my Jimmy Choo bag full of guilt in my hand. "Hey Bethany." Wade stood up from the wall he was leaning on,
"How long have you been here?" I asked and opened the door without entering it.
"Not long." He paused, "I don't know why I just lied just then I've been here for 2 hours." We stood in silence before he spoke again, "So what did the doctor say?"
"I'm allowed to wrestle."
"That's great."
"We would be having a completely different conversation if I wasn't." I gestured for him to follow me inside and he sat on the edge of the bed.
"What did you buy?" he nodded at the large shopping bag,
"I bought a bag thinking it would take my mind of losing the championship." I looked guiltily at Wade who cracked a smile,
"Seriously? Is it because of your hand?" he felt awful about it; guilt and worry washed over his face,
"Nah I don't think so. From the way McMahon spoke it sounded as if breaking my hand came at the best time. They want to use it to help our feud." I started to pack my bag,
"Who are you losing it to?" Wade asked he began to help pick up my things,
"Gemma." Wade rolled his eyes, "I know I feel the same at least I'm not actually losing it in a match, I'm forfeiting the title on the Smackdown taping tonight."
I winced as I tried to pick up my luggage from the floor, "What are you doing? You've got a broken hand, sit, sit." He shooed me away and I sat on the bed while he packed.
"Wade what happened last night?" I asked, this is the reason why he is here I needed to stop getting distracted,
"I honestly don't know." He continued to pack my bag, "I was in full character and I've never felt like it before. It was pure adrenaline rush I swear." He moved in front of me, crouching down to look into my eyes. "Bethany I am so sorry."
"I know you are and I accept your apology." I smiled sadly, knowing that I had lied to him again. I do accept his apology but I can never forget the look he had on his face.
"Thank you." He kissed my cheek and zipped up my luggage, "Let's get going to Smackdown." I put my good hand on my luggage to stop him from leaving with it.
"Lay and I are actually going to travel with Ry and Mike for the next few days, just to let this cool over." His eyes turned from excited to sad before me, I needed the space to get over the situation.
"Fair enough. I'll text you though." As if on cue a knock came from the door.
"Come in." The hulking mass of man that was Ry came in, he immediately tensed up at the sight of Wade who reciprocated his body language.
"You ready B?" he asked taking my heavy luggage in one hand and putting another between Wade and I to guide me out of the room, "I'll talk to you later Wade." I called over my shoulder.
"I didn't think it was possible for someone to eat 3 double cheeseburgers." Mike gawked at Ry from the drivers seat; I put my head in between the two men sitting in the front seat of the rental Jeep Grand Cherokee,
"Mike aren't you forgetting the two protein bars, the chicken salad sandwich and bag of homemade rice crispy treats Momma Ryback sent express from Las Vegas." I picked up the last bag of McDonalds that sat in the middle console and waved it at Mike, "There is still a large chips and 12 chicken nuggets." Mike shuttered at the thought and I leaned back in my seat giggling at his reaction. We were half way to Smackdown and the group of misfits sitting I was sitting in the car with had helped me take my mind of the stress that filled my life at the moment. The eyes of the roster were on us when we packed our bags and got into the Jeep; who could blame them though. A cheerleader, a former reality star, King Kong and teenage Australian in a car was a strange mix for a 4 and a half hour drive to Dayton.
"Are you and Wade done?" Layla whispered from the seat next to me,
"Yeah I want to know the gossip." Mike called from the back seat, he smiled at me from the front mirror and his comment was followed by a grunt from Ry. "Alright it's none of my business I get it." He slunk back into the drivers seat.
"I think we are going at a snails pace, just taking our time. Thing just aren't going our way." Layla gave me a look that was full of doubt.
"It was an accident. You know what's it like when your out there playing a character." I was making too many excuses and I knew it.
"If you say so."
I walked down the ramp with my Diva's title on my shoulder for the last time. My hand was taped for appearances. I ducked in between the ropes, struggling with the tightness of my maroon skinny jeans, Giuseppe Zanotti black leather platform ankle boots, white silk t-shirt and black leather vest. Lillian Garcia handed me the microphone with a sympathetic smile.
"Hey Dayton how are you going?" I asked the crowd and was greeted by a cheer.
"So you may or may not know that on last Monday night Raw CM Punk and I were attacked by Wade and his band of thugs. Punk has a fractured wrist and is unable to compete until after Wrestlemania," the crowd booed at Wade's mention, "The only reason why he isn't here tonight is because he is still in the hospital. The second thing I have to tell you is that I have just been informed by medical staff that I have fractured my hand and dislocated two fingers. My injury has come to the attention of WWE officials and the board of directors and have decided that I must forfeit the Diva's title as I cannot compete." The crowd booed and yelled, I nodded my head in response. "Coming up next is a battle royal from the Diva's championship. But before we get to that I've got a warning for Wade and his posse; you've broken my hand and cost me my championship, if you ever and I bloody well mean it, touch me again it will be the last thing you ever do." I threw the microphone to Lillian and took the title of my shoulder and gave it a kiss before handing it of to the referee who raised it above his head signaling the start of the battle royal. I carefully exited the ring taking the chair next to JBL and Justin Roberts.
"So Syd, how are you feeling?" Josh asked from the other end of the table; I put on my headphones and crossed my legs, taking my eyes of the diva's making their way to the ring.
"Dandy." I spoke full of sarcasm, "I've broken my hand and lost my title. What a stupid question how do you think I feel?" Josh shrugged his shoulders and turned back to watch the match.
JBL crackled loudly at my comment, "See Josh I'm not the only one sitting here that thinks you're an idiot." I sat in my chair, gripping the armrest with my good hand, hoping this match would end as quickly as my title rein.