I'm on a writing roll! Here is the next chapter! Hope you enjoy it. Suggestions and reviews are appreciated. - C
Chapter Thirty-One - Home, Sweet Home
"So how does it feel to be a two time WWE champion?" I asked Ry,
"Great, look how cool it is." Ry held up the new style of the championship to the screen, "Can you see it?"
"It's so shiny!" I leaned back on my desk chair and Ry's face filled my laptop screen, "How's everyone?"
"Everyone is doing great, Lay told me to say hi and she will talk to you on Wednesday, Miz and A-Ry send their love and a few other people wish that your well. Wade says sorry again."
"Say hi to everyone for me and give them hugs and kisses. Tell Barrett it's been 7 months; he has to get over it because I am. Anything new happening?"
"Pretty much the same old, just a few months away from WrestleMania season so it's starting to get pretty hectic." I heard my Mum enter the room with a pile of laundry,
"Sorry Beth, here you go." She whispered and placed the piled on the floor next to my bed, "Who are you talking to?" She popped her head in front of the laptop,
"Oh hello Ryback." She said sheepishly,
"Mum meet Ry, Ry meet my mother Julie." This was a little embarrassing.
"Julie it's lovely to meet you, maybe one day I will get a chance to meet you in person rather via FaceTime."
"I'm sure you will. You're more then welcome down to Melbourne anytime Mr. Ryback."
"Beth I had no idea you where friends with Ryback or is he your boyfriend."
"No mum we are just friends and he can hear you." I felt my face burn with embarrassment,
"Oh, well I'll be going then. Goodbye Mr. Ryback." I watched her leave before turning back to the screen,
"I am so sorry."
"It's alright B, your mum is nice." He was barely containing his laughter,
"Anyways what were you saying, Mr Ryback?" he burst out in laughter,
"Oh yeah WrestleMania, I think I might be versing Punk."
"I'm sure it will be a good match."
"Sorry B I have to cut this short just got a call from the big boss. I'll talk to you next week." I clicked off the computer and sat with my hands behind my head, Phil. I pushed the thought out of my mind and got back to my study, I had an assignment to finish for university.
"Beth!" Mum called out,
"I'm studying now, can it wait?" I called back over my shoulder,
"No not really." An American accent spoke out from behind me; I turned in my chair,
"Scott what the fuck are you doing in Australia?" I was dumbfounded that he was standing in my doorway,
"Thought I would come and visit after I did a little tour with AWA." He said nonchalantly, "I thought I would surprised you as well." I leaped up from my chair and pulled him into a bear hug,
"I've missed you."
"Me too." He took a seat on the edge of my bed, "So this is where you grew up? It's beautiful by the way. You're room is a bit my girly then I imagined."
"Thanks, when your dad's an architect he has a flare for imagination and my room is not girly, there is no pink in here." I took a seat opposite him, "Thanks for packing up my stuff and sending it here." I gestured to the boxes in the corner of my room,
"It's no problem, you did buy me tickets to the playoffs so I think we are even." He got up and inspected my room, he walked over to my desk and picked up the textbook open, "Consumer Business Relationships?" he raised his eyebrow,
"I'm at university now studying business and sports management." I sighed, I hated it.
"Never thought you would be the one to go to university."
"Trust me I was the same."
"Have you been in the ring?"
"I go once a week with some old buddies but I haven't made too much of an effort."
"So Vinny Mac got under your skin?"
"I guess he did. I don't have the passion for it anymore. I haven't watched it in months and I don't miss it."
"That's a lie. You miss it and I know it."
I shrugged not sure what to say next. I wasn't sure if I missed it or not when I left I pushed it to the back of my mind and refused to think or talk about it.
"I have some news," he sat down on the floor opposite me, "I'm going back to New Japan Wrestling for a few months."
"Congrats Scott. I'm happy they took your fat ass back." I joked,
"They asked whether I was in contact with you."
"Did they now?"
"They were wondering if your fat ass wanted to join me for the tour. New Japan Wrestling is a big deal Bethany."
"Scott I don't know. I haven't wrestled in months."
"I'm sure you will still fit into your attire."
"I don't know if I should go back into that world again. The pressure got to me."
"Bethany New Japan is nothing like the WWE. It would be a darn shame if you didn't come with me." I took a few minutes to think, do I want to throw myself back in there? Can I do it?
I gave in, "When do we leave?" Scott jumped for joy,
"Three days, I will call and arrange everything and I need your measurements they want to make you some new gear."
"Okay I guess I will start packing then." Scott left the room, his phone already to his ear making arrangements.
I sat back down on my desk chair and took in what just happened, I was going back to wrestling and I was going to be living in a country that I have never been to before and didn't speak the language. I could feel the familiar tension rising in my chest, the whole thought of it was overwhelming; I closed my eyes, took deep breaths and counted to ten. Over the past month I had been struggling with panic attacks and a mild anxiety disorder. The first attack happened on the way to the airport when I left Phil in the hotel room, I thought I was having a heart attack, I was light headed and felt as if I was going to faint. I had a few other attacks when I watched the wrestling or thought about getting back into the ring. I was going through therapy and it was working, I was getting back into the ring and exercising again but I couldn't bring myself to watch it.
"I didn't think you were this lazy, get your ass up and start packing." Scott interrupted my train of thought,
"Sorry it's a bit overwhelming."
"Don't worry I'm here and we can do this together." He squeezed my hand tightly and gave me a look that told me that he knew about my attacks. "Okay which bags are we taking?" he moved over to my closet and picked out my red Jimmy Choo handbag, it was a birthday gift from Layla.
"I think my passport and everything is still in there from my last flight." I pulled my large black and white polka dot luggage bag out from the closet and opened it out on the floor,
"Oh god you really haven't unpacked from your last trip," Scott held the bag upside down as all the contents fell onto my bed, "have you talked to him?" Scott asked,
"Talked to who?" I had picked out two coats and put them at the bottom of the bag and turned to look at Scott. He was holding Phil's necklace in his hand.
I shook my head and continued to pack; my hands began to tremble while I decided which shirts to take.
"He misses you. He asks how you're doing and what you've been up to."
"That's nice."
"He is dating someone. They've been together for three months."
"I'm happy for him."
"No your not."
"We've been broken up for 7 months I don't blame him for moving on. Frankly, I would call him stupid if he hadn't."
"Have you moved on?"
"I moved to the other side of the world, isn't that moving on?"
Scott shrugged and put the necklace back in the bag, "C'mon slug get your ass moving we have a lot to do before we leave for Japan." Here we go again.