Hi again! I've decided to post this chapter earlier then I had planned since the last one was very short. Hope your enjoying my creation. Reviews and comments are totally encouraged, give me any thoughts especially from people who have written a few stories, I'm a newbie and would love advice. I will be posting the next chapter on Tuesday (Australian time) or maybe a little earlier. Ciao for now. - C
Chapter Twenty-Four - Finally
"Bethany, what are you doing?" Punk opened one eye to look at me; pillows in the large bed in his hotel suite surrounded us as an old movie played on the television in the background.
"I wasn't doing anything." I couldn't help but smile, he had caught me watching him while he tried drifting on to sleep, but honestly who wouldn't? Words could not describe how sexy he looked lying on the bed with his boxers. He grabbed the hem of his Pennywise t-shirt I was wearing and pulled me towards him, he put his arm under my head and put his other arm around my waist so our bodies were touching.
"Can we just stay in bed all day?" I asked, snuggling in closer; his hand went under my t-shirt and lightly rubbed the small of my back.
"I'm not going any where for a while." He kissed me softly and turned so he was on top of me, his hands exploring under my shirt, I pulled him closer to my body. He pulled me up as we continued to kiss, he raised my t-shirt above my head, catching my arms in it and pulled them behind me, leaving me exposed, I couldn't see but he pulled it up a little more so my lips were free, he gave me another deep kiss this one leaving a warm feeling at the pit of my stomach. He finally pulled of the t-shirt and discarded it on the floor as we lay down on the bed again; I went to remove his boxers when the phone rang.
"If you answer the phone you will be in so much trouble." I warned in between kisses,
"I promise." I held the hem of his boxers in my fingertips ready to make the next move when the phone rang again. Punk sighed and gave me a sympathetic look before pulled away and getting up to pick up the phone. I sat with my legs crossed in the middle of bed, not caring that I was topless; I was hoping it would work to my advantage to get him off the phone quicker. Punk stood in front of me, refusing to take his eyes of me.
"Hello."
"No I haven't been scheduled for anything today. I was planning on keeping it free."
"I'm supposed to be doing that tomorrow. Why can't you ask someone else? I'm kinda busy at the moment." He gave me a wink; I moved to grab the t-shirt, which he immediately tried to wrester of me,
"Get. Off. The. Phone." I mouthed with a smile.
"So there is really no one else?" He sighed; he still had the t-shirt in his hand.
"Alright but I want three days off next week."
"I don't care make it happen." He hung up the phone and dropped his head. I knew we were going to have to cut our day together short.
"When do you have to leave?" I asked,
"Thirty minutes."
"We still have time." He threw the phone on the ground and jumped back into bed to finish what we started.
You can do this, its only 2 levels down. I mentally braced myself before opening Phil's hotel room door and made my escape to the elevators down the hallway. I was holding my dress, shoes and clutch from last night in my arms and was hoping I wouldn't run into anyone in my mad dash. I was still wearing his t-shirt, which luckily ended at mid-thigh; it was going to take too long to put my dress on. One, two, three. Go! I bolted out of the door and to the lift, I pressed the button and waited for it to arrive, I glanced down the hallway hoping nobody recognized me. Bing! The lift arrived and I got in and pressed my floor, I mashed the close door button. Phew! I relaxed a little knowing that I was nearly back. Oh shit! I cursed when the lift paused at the next floor. No. No. Some poor innocent family was about to cop an eyeful of what the walk of shame looks like. When the door opened I realized that it would have been better if a family had joined me in the lift rather then large Irishman Sheamus who gave me a confused look.
"Convict." He nodded and stood at the opposite corner, he dropped his head trying to hold back laughter.
"Sheamus." I replied. Awkward. Just super awkward. We arrived at my floor and I exited the lift, "See you around." I spoke before the door close and as soon as it did I ran down the hallway to my room and fished out my key card and opened the door. I closed it behind me and leant against it. Well this isn't going to end well?
"B? Is that you?" Layla called out,
"Yep I'm home." I popped my head around the corner to see Layla and Cody sitting in bed eating their breakfast and watching television. I felt my cheeks redden; I was interrupting their couple time.
"I'll just have a quick shower and leave you guys alone." I went to go to my bag before Layla spoke,
"Don't be silly. Come and sit." Layla patted the end of the bed for me to sit down. I felt like a little kid going to their parent's room.
"How was your night?" Lay asked as she ate her pancakes.
"You know the usual."
"Where have you been?" she eyed me, trying to figure out the answer.
"I had a bit of a headache so I left a little bit earlier. Phil was leaving at the same time and I ended up crashing on his couch." I lied, I hated lying but I didn't really want to talk about my sex life in front of Cody.
"You're a good wingman." Cody commented from the other side of the bed,
"I've got your back bro." I leaned in for a fist bump, which he replied.
"I think I might hit the gym before we have to leave." I got up from the bed and started going through my things to find what I needed.
"Whose shirt is that?" Layla asked,
"It's Phil's." My voiced cracked at the end; I've got a lot of explaining to do later.
"Thought so." She replied.
I finished my workout and head over to the dinning room of the hotel to get some breakfast. I was halfway done loading up my plate with fruit when Sheamus loomed over me.
"So lass, earlier in the elevator. What were ya doing?" he asked, his voice was full of humor; I was expecting him to burst out with laughter at any second.
"Going to my room, do you have a problem with that?"
"No, no I don't, however, it did look like you were in a compromising position." He arched an eyebrow at me, which I gave back.
"I was playing ultimate wingman."
"Oh so dashing Cody Rhodes isn't just all talk then." I laughed at his joke,
"Guess not. I don't really want to think about it." I scrunched my nose in disgust.
"I'm just going to say, you didn't look half bad this morning. You definitely stole a part of my heart when you left the lift."
"Well that's a damn shame for you. My bodyguard just sat down at the table. Smell you later Sheamus." I left Sheamus and took a seat opposite Ry and his two large plates of food,
"Morning." He spoke with a full mouth and continued to shovel more in,
"Yep." We sat in a comfortable silence before he sat down his cutlery, it seemed as if we were about to have a serious conversation.
"What's wrong?"
"I want to ask you something but I don't want you to take it in a weird way."
"You have me curious, please ask away." I clasp my hands in front of my chest, awaiting his question.
"So that Hall of Fame ceremony… I heard that you take a date… so I thought that it would be logical for us to go… like together." I cut him off before he could finish,
"As friends?"
"Yeah, is that cool with you?"
"Ry I would love to go with you." I didn't think Phil and I were at the stage of doing that sort of stuff together. Ry was good company and I felt like it was the right choice for this sort of event.
"You're going to look ridiculous in a tux." I joked,
"I know but you're going to look even worse in a gown."
"At least we will look ridiculous together."
"Have you seen the photos?" Mike handed me his phone from the seat next to me,
"Seriously?! At the Playboy Pajama Party? With the title around her waist." I flicked through the photos, each one making me angrier then the last.
"Don't break my phone!" Mike took back the phone, "She didn't mean it baby." He whispered to it and cleaned the screen with the sleeve of his hoodie.
"Isn't this what McMahon didn't want? None of this Playboy crap. I thought he wanted to legitimizing the diva's division not pimp it out like a two dollar hooker." I threw my head back into the headrest in frustration,
"This is only for publicity. Think WrestleMania. I think you might get the match, well that's what a little birdy told me anyway." Lay spoke from the drivers seat.
"Well we are in the present of the next WWE Champion!" cried Lay, she gave Ry a nudge, who replied with a wide smile full of a chocolate protein bar.
"You know I main evented WrestleMania."
"Yeah Mike we know. You're AWESOME!" Lay and I cried together,
"Let's just get through this circuit of house shows before Raw." He sulked.
"C'mon Mike house shows are always fun!" I enthused, I was excited that I got to spend time watching Phil in the ring, you can always learn a lot from being a valet and he did look good in his trunks.
"And we get to spend time together." Lay fluttered her eyelashes at Mike from the rear vision mirror,
"Yeah we are just a typical freak show." He smiled, "We have the strong man," He pointed to Ry,
"I guess that makes you the bearded lady then Mizanin." Ry joked dryly,
"Did he just make a joke?" Mike asked with shock,
"Yeah get use to it, he is pretty funny too." I laughed,
"Is the rest of the journey going to be make fun of the Miz?" he asked,
"It's not our fault you're an easy target."
"Whoa and the strong man strikes again!" Luckily the jokes stayed on Miz for the rest of the circuit and not on my love life.
"Cole can you believe it's only 3 weeks until, the greatest stage of them all WrestleMania?!" Jerry the King Lawler spoke ecstatically from ringside, he turned to look a Michael Cole,
"Jerry this WrestleMania has matches that have a lot of heart and emotion into them. The mighty force of Ryback will take on the WWE Champion Alberto Del Rio. Ryback has had a thunderous start to 2013; he has won the Royal Rumble and is about to main event WrestleMania and don't forget he has never competed at a WrestleMania before."
"Don't forget about that contract signing we just witnessed, it seems like for the first time in WWE history there hasn't been a brawl! CM Punk will face the intercontinental champion Wade Barrett in a Last Man Standing match. That match is definitely one to watch, it has been building up for many months and these men are desperate to fight. But poor Sydney she's stuck in the middle of it!"
"You're right about that one Jerry, Sydney has absolutely become a major factor in that match especially since Barrett cost her that Diva's championship."
"Speaking of Diva's we have a big match for you this evening. The number one contender will be decided in an Elimination Tag match with the wining team members will be competing in a Fatal Four way next week on Raw to determine who will face the beautiful Gemma at WrestleMania."
I was halfway through my usual stretching routine while watching the monitor in the locker room, Phil sat close behind me giving me a light massage on my shoulders.
"Ready kid?" he asked, "Your first Road to WrestleMania is about to begin."
"Do you usually get the funny feeling in your stomach, like your going to throw up if you move to quickly." He hugged my shoulders and rested his head on mind,
"Common symptoms around this time. There is a whole lot of pressure riding on our shoulders right now." I turned to face him, kneeling on the ground so I was eye level,
"I just want to get it done with. I don't think my heart can take too much of it." I grabbed his tapped hand and held it over my beating heart, "I always get a bit nervous before I go out there but I don't think my heart can take much of this."
"Just imagine what it's going to be like on the big night." My heart plunged in my chest, "You just went really pale and your heart is about to burst out of your chest."
"I just don't want it to be another boring old Diva's match like the past few years. No Snooki or E! Hosts. Just two women and the title on the line. Like the old days. I don't want to be a toilet break."
"You're going to be fine, Australia. Everyone back here knows it and a hell of a lot of people out there know it too." He kissed me tenderly and it calmed me down. A techie put his head in the room and we quickly separated like teenagers caught by their parents.
"Your up Miss Jenkins." He had turned a bright shade of crimson and I was sure I was a similar colour.
"I'll be right with you." I kissed Phil again,
"I'll see you later."
"You too Punk."
"Earlier tonight the interim Raw General Manager put the names of the Diva's rooster in this admissions holder and the names of the Diva's participating in the Elimination tag with be called out by your Diva's Champion, Gemma!" Gemma bounced in her tight bandage dress, grasping the title on her shoulder. Justin Roberts spun the holder and Gemma called out the names of the first team,
"Naomi."
"Layla."
"Alicia Fox."
"And… Tamina Snuka."
The Diva's theme song played as the first team walked down the ramp and took their place in front of the commentator's desk, awaiting the next team.
"Let's see who you're opponents are." Justin gave it another spin and Gemma called out the next bunch of names,
"Kaitlyn."
"Rosa Mendez."
"Natalya."
"And the final participant is… Sydney?" Gemma looked up confused from the blank piece of paper. My team and I ran down the ramp, we were ready for the match. We stood on the opposite corner as Rosa entered the ring. Ding! Ding! My road to WrestleMania had just begun.