Hello again! Here is the next chapter hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the feedback on the last chapter it's definitely helped with some decision making further down the line. I will post the next chapter either on the weekend or the start of next week. Have fun ;) - C
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Turn for the Worse
Wade held my hand firmly while we walked back up the ramp. The crowd was white hot with heat after Wade's attack on Rey Mysterio.
"Now that you are all done with expressing your opinion about my altercation with Rey. I am officially putting my name down for the World Heavyweight Championship tournament." I smiled sweetly at Wade and clapped while the crowd loudly booed at Wade's statement.
"People, people calm down! I know you are all excited to see that gold title around Wade's waist. What Wade did before was to show the WWE Universe and the locker room's what happened when you get in between him and something he wants." I slipped my arm around Wade's waist,
"We all know I get what I want, don't we love?" He asked me and then bent down to give me a kiss, his familiar taste filled my mouth. He pulled back and smiled sweetly before planting another soft kiss on my lips, which I wasn't expecting, I tried to act natural when I was taken off guard with his improvisation. I took his hand again and walked through the curtain to the back,
"That was interesting." I ran a hand through my hair, he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and ran his thumb along my thumb just like he use to. I flinched back at his inappropriate gesture.
"Wade listen…"
"What the hell was that Barrett?" I turned to see Phil half dressed walking towards us, a script scrunched tightly in
"Hey Phil, didn't know you were on Smackdown tonight." I greeted Phil with a kiss but he pulled away quickly, he was too concerned with Wade to worry about me.
"So I was looking over the script," Phil flicked through the thick script to stop on Wade's promo, "And in no way does it say that you got to kiss Bethany twice."
"Hold on Phil, can we talk about this like adults? It's all part of the business." I held my arm out in front of Phil to stop him from getting closer to Wade,
"Bethany are you defending him?" Phil turned to me a confused look on his face, his brow furrowed.
"Not exactly. I did the same thing a few months ago when I went off script, however that kiss was unnecessary as I was just about to tell him." I turned to Wade,
"I think we both know you enjoyed it." Wade smirked, he might have been right but I was never going to let it show.
"Go fuck yourself Wade." I spat I grasped Phil's bicep to pull him down the hallway but he was planted on the spot, his face was beginning to turn a deep scarlet.
"You're more then welcome to fuck me Bethany, you have before. Remember that time with my old Nexus t-shirt?" I should have turned around and slapped him but I was already walking on thin ice with my fight with Gemma, I couldn't risk another incident.
"You're a cunt Barrett." I wanted to stuff my words back into my mouth and just walk off since a few employees turned their attention to the three of us. Wade crossed his arms and smirked,
"Phil we are leaving NOW!"
"I'll be seeing you tomorrow Bethany." Wade winked and turned to grab a bottle of water out of the esky on the floor.
"No she won't." Punk spoke and then the rest seemed to happen in slow motion, Phil raised his right fist and hit Wade in the middle of the nose, Wade stumbled back into the brick wall behind him, he was slumped against the wall for a few second before he shook his head to clear it and lunged at Phil.
"Stop! STOP!" I screamed, the men were locked up as if they were in the middle of the ring, I tried to get in-between them but it was no use; there was no way I could over power these two massive men. A few more hard punches were exchanged before security and half of the locker room pulled them apart, Ry, Miz and two other security guards held back Punk while Alex Riley, Justin Gabriel and Mark Henry had hold of Wade's arms while I stood in the middle of them with my hands held out,
"You're acting like teenage boys!" I huffed,
"So Phil it looks like you're not as big of a pussy as I originally thought." Wade spoke as he spat blood on the floor,
"You're lucky I didn't fucking kill you." Phil struggled against Ry, hoping that he could land a few more punches on Wade.
"Both of you shut the fuck up." I spoke; "I can't-" I was cut of as Wade pushed against his restrainers and broke free, landing a hard punch on Phil's stomach. The men were at it again and I wasn't fast enough and coped a stray elbow to my eye, I held my hand to my eye as I felt it throb,
"B! B are you okay?" Ry pulled me out of the fight, he leaned me against the wall away from any further injury, "That's going to be one hell of a shiner." He gently touched the tender spot.
"Ry I'm fine go pull them off each other." I shooed him away as he complied without a second thought.
"WHAT IN HOLY FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" The voice of Vince McMahon rang out in the hallway causing the fight to immediately stop, Wade had hold of Phil's t-shirt ready to hit him with another punch to the face,
"You and you," Vince pointed at the two men "and you." The last part was said with distain as the crowd parted, Vince was pointing straight at me, a small line of spit ran down his chin and the veins in his head were bulging, "In my office right now."
"This is my company. If you two ladies have a little issue do not fight in my halls do it somewhere else." I sat in-between the two guys and held an ice pack to my eye, Phil's lip was spilt and his jaw bruised and Wade held an ice on his knuckles and ignored the cut on his eyebrow. "Wade and Phil your being fined two weeks pay and your both doing double duty on the next couple of house shows." Vince leaned against his desk and rubbed his hands over his face, "It's been years since we have had an incident like this and I didn't think it would come from both of you especially since one of you holds a title and the other is in line for a major push," Vince sighed deeply with annoyance, "Now get the fuck out I'm sick of your faces." I went to get up from my chair, "Not you Miss Jenkins I have more to discuss with you." I slumped back down in my chair and pushed the ice pack closer to my eye. Vince sat behind his desk and rested his hands in front of him, "What am I going to do with you?"
I shrugged, "Is that rhetorical?"
"Don't be a smart ass Jenkins." He tapped his fingers on the desk deep in thought, "You're talented and pretty, Jim Ross calls you the 'perfect package', but I think you are more trouble then your worth."
I rolled my eyes, "Trouble finds me sir."
"What did I say about being a smart ass." We sat in silence staring at each other, I frowned and crossed my arms, all I wanted was to have a hot shower and get into bed. "You're suspended."
"What? Are you kidding me?" I stood up and threw my hands in the air, "I didn't throw a punch."
"I know that but it seems you were the reason why my top talent were fighting. You're suspended for 3 weeks."
"I don't think that's fair at all."
"I feel like a father punishing my teenage daughter, I'm too old for this shit. It's a month now, do you want me to make it two?" He smirked,
"What about the storyline?" I asked, I could feel myself filling up with tears but I wasn't going to cry in front of him, I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
"No big deal you're a valet."
"The title?"
"You're dropping it to Layla tonight instead of next Main Event, we can squeeze in a 4 minute match. So you better go get changed sweet heart." I stormed out of the room and slammed the office door behind me; I could feel the eyes of the locker room on me as I made my way back to the change room to get ready for my match.
"B what happened in there?" Lay asked while she stretched,
"I'm suspended. I think we should finish with a school boy roll up after you get out of my finisher?" I pulled up my last kick pad cover and tucked my necklace into the small pocket.
"Don't avoid the subject. Tell me what's going on?" Lay grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to face her,
"I'm suspended there isn't much more to the story." I grabbed my phone to double check I had a taxi waiting out the back for me after my match and my flight was on time.
"What are you going to do?" Lay carefully peaked out from behind the curtain to look at the crowd.
"I'm going home." I held the title on my shoulder for the last time and gave it a shine with the sleeve of my jacket.
"I'll come a visit you next week. We could have a girl day, go to that new day spa that opened up near your place."
"No Lay, I'm going home to Melbourne." And I wasn't coming back.
Stay tuned there is more to come ;)