Not too long to go until WrestleMania (for both my fictional story and in the current WWE Universe.) I decided to not follow the path of this years WrestleMania in NY/NJ and put it in a big wrestling town (you will see why in a later chapter.) I might even make my own Hall of Fame Inductees class. Feedback is welcome. Stay tuned. - C
Chapter Twenty-Five - Calm before the Storm
The arena spun as I flipped through the air and onto Natalya and Rosa who were standing outside the ring, I heard the crowd cheer as I landed on them with a hard thud. I got up quickly and rolled back into the ring, I jumped up and down pumping the crowd up and signalling Kaitlyn for my finishing move,
"C'mon!" I screamed, I pumped my arms in the air. I was about to secure my ticket to WrestleMania. Kaitlyn groggily got up from the mat and slowly turned into my finisher, I pushed her shoulders down.
"1, 2, 3!" I heard the crowd count along with the ref before my music played,
"Sydney Myers is going to WrestleMania." Jerry Lawler yelled from behind commentary, the ref raised my hand and I had a wide grin on my face. Life was sweet at the moment, I was seeing Phil and so far things were going great and my career had begun to take off again. Who said you can't have a personal life and a successful career?
Gemma had entered the ring, still holing that title on her shoulder.
"That's my title." I pointed at it, taking a step closer so we were nose to nose,
"You wish." She smirked back,
"You'll have to find something else to drag along to the next Porn Awards or whatever is your doing nowadays. This title doesn't belong on you, anyone on this roster is more deserving then you." I gave her a hard poke on her chest, it wasn't in the script but I didn't care. This girl needed to know the truth.
"Don't touch me you dirty skank."
"Oh I'm the dirty skank? I'm not the one showing my no-no parts to the world for money." She pushed me, so naturally I pushed her harder, she landed on her bottom in the middle of the ring with a look of pure shock across her face.
"See you at WrestleMania. Champ." I yelled as I exited the ring.
Triple H was waiting for me backstage, his arms were crossed and his foot was tapping, I'm in trouble.
"What the fuck did you do out their?" He asked, his face was beginning to redden, "You're both fucking baby faces! We haven't decided what is going to happen at your match in two weeks. Don't fuck this up Bethany."
"I'm sorry. I will go and apologise."
"I honestly don't care if you do or don't as long as your match at Mania is good and I'm happy." He rubbed his temples, he was stressed and what I did out there didn't help "I put my neck out for you. Bethany you have so much talent and that's why your here and not down in FCW. The old man didn't want you in this match he was going to ask a Kardashian or some reality star but I said if you want a good match you need to put Bethany in there. Don't make me regret my decision." He walked off back to his office. I ran my fingers through my hair and took a few deep breaths; he didn't want me in the match? I was greeted with a warm embrace,
"When I told you to stick it to her I didn't mean actually hurt her." Phil whispered in my ear, even though I had just been ripped apart Phil managed to make me laugh.
"Tell me that next time! Are you ready to get out of here? I'm feeling a bit tense and I think that you could be the perfect outlet for my built up tension."
"I like the sound of that." Phil purred into my ear. We walked off, my feelings towards that whole situation seemed to disappear.
"Fuck." Phil cried as he gave another rough thrust, I began to get the tingling around my toes and it started to creep up my leg, I moaned as he continued his rhythm. My eyes felt as if they were about to roll into the back of my head in pleasure as the tingling reached the pit of my stomach. Phil began to shutter and he closed his eyes as he finished. Sweating and puffing Phil pulled me in a close embrace; my body still slightly quivering from the intensity.
"Do you feel better now?" He asked, giving me a kiss on the side of my head.
I nodded, unsure if I was capable of forming a sentence. We lay there in silence for a while before Phil turned on the television,
"Hey look its us." He pointed at the television and smile, I carefully pulled myself up to rest against him to watch.
"Syd, congrats. That was a tough match. I thought Natalya had your number." Punk grabbed my arms and pulled me into a quick hug,
"Thanks Punk, are you nervous for Mania?"
Punk shrugged and gave his sexy crooked smile, "Nah, Wade's finished. His cronies aren't even allowed in the building or else he is done here." My phone beeped and I looked at the message,
"Hey Punk I got to get to a meeting. Dinner later?" I kissed him on the cheek before he left the screen. My face turned dark before I turned to walk down the hallway, the cameraman followed from a distance as he caught me knocking on the locker room door and checking for any spectators. A few sentences were exchanged before a handshake was given between the unknown person and myself.
"What's she doing Cole?" Jerry asked, the camera cut back to the commentator's desk,
"Jerry anything could have happened. We can't assume anything, what's that camera man doing following her around." Cole exclaimed. Phil turned to me
"Yeah Syd, what are you up to." He asked playfully while pulling me to sit on his lap,
"I have no idea what your talking about Punk." I gave him a cheesy smile,
"I feel like I am about to get into a bit of trouble, what have you got planned?" He joked,
"It's not a little bit, it's a lot of trouble but you'll have to wait until Mania and when the writers pick one of the four endings they have written."
"The tension is killing me!"
"B, hold still or you will get stabbed!" Jane sat on a couch in the large designer show room while I stood in the middle on a round step surrounded by four seamstresses.
"It's very hard to stand still for 2 hours in heels." I cracked my sore neck and tried not to move any further.
"This dress is an Alaia and needs to be tailored perfectly. This should have been done weeks ago but you kept putting it off."
"I know, I know but I've been busy touring and having been in the ball gown shopping mood."
"That's why I'm here."
"Thank goodness because who knows what I would have rocked up in."
The secretary walked into the room and announced,
"There is a very large Mr. Reeves asking to come in." She was obviously baffled by Ry size,
"I'm cool with that, is it alright guys?" I got the A-Okay from the tailors and motioned for him to come in. He walked past the secretary who couldn't take her eyes of him, he was a monster of a man so who could blame her.
"Hey Ry. Did you get your tux?" Ry gave a hearty laugh,
"I'm having to get one custom made from scratch because they don't carry any designer big enough."
"I'm not surprised, you're the size of two men." Ry circled around the workers and I,
"That dress look awesome. Good thing too because I wasn't going to go with you if you didn't look incredible. I have standards you know."
"I was going to say the same about you."
"So why aren't you going with Phil?" Jane cut in, I had filled her in with what was happening during lunch and I knew she was dying to know the answer.
"It's just a new relationship and you know the rumor mill around the company. We both agreed that the Hall of Fame Ceremony wasn't the place to tell everyone that we are dating. So Phil is taking his sister and I'm going with the gorilla over there."
"Makes sense. He is going to die when he sees you."
"That wouldn't be good because Mania is the next day."
"You're so funny." She joked sarcastically turning her attention back to her phone.
"I try my best."
Phil and I walked huddled from the icy winds of Chicago; he put his arm around my shoulder while we searched for a late night café. We had arrived in Chicago for WrestleMania Axxess and for the big night in 6 days. Phil hadn't stopped smiling since we left Michigan.
We found a cozy café, I ordered coffee and he ordered a Pepsi. Phil's good mood helped calmed my nerves, which were growing by the hour.
"I was thinking that you could stay with me instead of heading back to the hotel."
"Are you sure Phil? I don't want to get in your way." He shrugged and took another sip of Pepsi,
"Of course. It will be good for us. We can be like a support system." He put his hand on mine and gave me a small smile. He melted my heart, admitting that he was just as nervous as I was, I think even more with Mania being held in his hometown.
"Do you like the script?" I stirred my coffee with my free hand, I hadn't had a chance to talk to Phil about it after we were handed it after Raw.
"I think it's going to be memorable even more so if Barrett and I can manage to put on a good match. I clearly don't like him so it's not going to be too hard to act like I want to kick his teeth in." I squirmed nervously in the chair at the mention of Wade especially since the last time we were in Chicago Phil left me on a balcony after I confessed my love to him and I left with Wade. "I'm sorry about that night." Phil had this annoying habit of catching on to what I was thinking, my stomach dropped a little as the memories flooded back. He grabbed my other hand, "As soon as I left the party I knew I had made a massive mistake. When I saw you backstage or at signings it just made it hard for me to be around you when I knew we could have been together. I missed your lame jokes and your ridiculous accent." I was tearing up,
"My accent isn't that ridiculous." Phil cracked up,
"That's what you took out of my speech! The your Australian accent makes me go crazy."
"Well yeah… the other stuff you said was good too." He reached up and wiped away a stray tear with his thumb.
"Woman you drive me mental!" he cried with laughter. The place we were sitting and the mood that we were sharing was the best way to kick off Axxess. Bring it on.