Chapter 39:
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"Colby! Get your skinny ass back here!"
Allie and Jon were awoken by the sound of a yelling Samoan coming from the other room. Jon groaned and flopped over on his back, throwing his arms over his face to shield his eyes from the sun streaming in from behind the curtains.
"I'm gonna kill them," Allie heard him grumble, making her chuckle, then since when the yelling started again.
"Colby, I swear to god I will hang you upside down from the balcony of you don't get over here right now!" Joe bellowed, followed by a loud laugh from the smaller man.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Allie jumped when Jon suddenly yelled at the closed door on the other side of the room.
The bedroom door suddenly flew open and a laughing Colby burst into the room, leaping onto the bed. He was holding a Starbucks coffee cup in one hand, that amazingly didn't spill all over all of them. He began to drink hastily from it just as Joe ran into the room.
"You fucking little shit!" Joe yelled, then growled when Colby tossed the empty cup at Joe.
"Thanks for the coffee, brother," he grinned evilly. His face quickly turned to panic when the Samoan charged him and launched himself at Colby, tackling him off the bed.
"Hey assholes!" Jon yelled at them, while Allie laughed hysterically. "Get the fuck out of our room!"
He turned to Allie and gave her a glare for laughing, making her attempt to bite her lip to try and stifle them. "You aren't helping."
Allie covered her mouth with her left hand, muttering a 'sorry' behind it. The glittering of the diamonds on her finger instantly made Jon's expression soften. Leaning over her, he kissed her deeply as Allie threaded her fingers into his hair.
"You two really gonna do that while we're in the room?" Came Colby's annoyed tone. His only response was both Allie and Jon flipping him off earning a soft gasp from both men.
"The nerve!" Joe huffed. "We expect it from Jon, but Allie? That's just disappointing."
"Joe! Colby!" Came the annoyed tone of Steph from the doorway. "I leave the room for five minutes to take a shower and you're in here bothering them!"
"Five minutes?" Colby scoffed playfully. "Please. More like forty-five minutes."
"Shut up you little shit," Steph snapped, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You take more time in the bathroom than all of us combined."
"Hey!" Colby complained. "I can't help it that perfection takes time. Do you think I wake up looking this amazing everyday?"
Steph was about to return the snark when a flash of sparkle caught her eye. Turning her attention to Allie and Jon she let out a loud squeal and made a beeline for them.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed, grabbing Allie's hand to examine the ring. "Is this for real?"
Allie blushed and nodded with a big smile on her face that matched Jon's.
"Oh my god!" Steph exclaimed again, wrapping her arms around Allie. "Congratulations!"
The excitement attracted Colby and Joe's attention who moved around the bed to see what was going on. Bright smiles of excitement immediately to their faces as they congratulated the couple as well.
"We have to celebrate!" Steph said happily.
"We will," Allie laughed. "But it'll have to wait until after Sunday. Once I finish this shit with Cena we'll have even more to celebrate."
"Well we better get to work then," Joe said rubbing his hands together. "We gotta get in double training mode."
After longs days of training, it was finally Sunday and Allie's nerves were at their peak. It seemed like the day had taken forever to get there and no that her match was quickly approaching, she couldn't fight down the butterflies.
"I think I'm gonna puke," she moaned as laid on the floor of their locker room, just having finished stretching.
"Then puke," Steph said from the couch of above her as flipped through a magazine. The boys had just finished their match and we're working their way to the back.
Allie rolled her head to look at her with annoyed look. "You're a lot of help. You're suppose to be psyching me up for my match, not encouraging me to toss my cookies."
"Oh, stop being such a pussy," Steph snapped at her, taking Allie completely off guard.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Allie snapped back, as she climbed to her feet.
"Your whining and bitching is my problem," Steph slammed the magazine down and got to her feet as well. "You have a match coming up and all you've done is whine and complain about nerves and butterflies. Suck it up!"
"It's a fucking non-sanctioned match, Stephanie!" Allie snarled back. "So, excuse me if I'm a little nervous about the possibilities out there."
"It was your fucking idea!" Steph bellowed back at her. "You wanted this and now your freaking out about it. If you can't handle it then back out!"
"I'm not fucking backing out!" Allie's a anger spiked, as the door opened behind them and the guys walked in looking between the two women confused. "I can't believe you'd even say that to me! I don't back down and I'm sure as fuck not backing down from John fucking Cena!"
"Then suck it up!" Steph yelled, the guys flinched as she did so. "Stop acting like a fucking rookie diva that's about to enter the ring for the first time!"
Allie's eyes flared in anger as the guys stepped between them trying to get control. "Fuck you, Steph!"
"Awww, you mad?!" Steph taunted her, stepping into her face with a wicked smile. Allie didn't answer, all she didn't was growl at her. "Good! Now... Go destroy Cena!"
Allie smirked, before leaning forward and butting her head gently against Steph's then turned to Jon giving him a rough, quick kiss before taking off out of the room. The guys standing there in completely confusion, staring at the open door.
"What the fuck just happened?" Jon growled at Steph, making her smile and turn towards him.
"She was letting her nerves get the better of her," Steph answered, her voice now calm. "She need to let her rage out. Fortunately, I know how to do that."
"By calling her a rookie diva?" Colby asked her in disbelief.
"No," Steph chuckled and moved towards the door. "By tapping into her insecurities. It gets her angry and determined to prove herself. That's what she needs going into this match."
As they stepped into the hallway, they heard Cena's music sound and they all took deep breaths. Steph turned to look at Jon and gave him a reassuring smile.
"It's showtime."
Allie and Cena both laid in the ring breathing heavily as the referee stood above them, checking on them both. The match had been intense since the bell rang, with weapons being brought in almost instantly. Allie was bleeding from her forehead from a particularly nasty collision with the ring post and Cena's nose was most definitely broken as blood ran down his face.
The arena was on the edge of their seats, fans and superstars alike. When Allie's head was busted open they all thought that had been the end for her, but she had managed to struggle to her feet in enough time to knock Cena off the ladder.
She stared up at the belts suspended above them in a daze and willed herself to stand. Once she had managed to roll to her side she caught Cena's eye as he blew a bloody kiss at her, fueling her rage. She stumbled to her feet and staggered across the ring towards him.
She stopped short when she reached him as a thought entered her mind and she smiled evilly. Cena's face dropped as she rolled out of the ring and started digging underneath it. He struggled to his feet and followed after her, grabbing her by her hair and jerking her backwards causing her to fall hard on the floor.
Picking her up, he threw her onto an announce table and climbed on top of it. Dragging her back to her feet, he hoisted her up onto his shoulders and prepared to drive her through the table. As he went to flip her over she countered, landing on her feet and plowed him through the table with Dirty Deeds.
The arena erupted as she rolled over and climbed slowly back to her feet. She leaned backwards and let out a loud warrior cry making the arena follow suit. Looking towards the arena entrance she saw The Shield, Lexi, Hunter, Stephanie, Taker and Kane all watching on with pride.
Smirking she turned back towards Cena and leaned over him and waved her hand in front of her face in his trademark taunt much to the delight of everyone. She then grabbed his lifeless form by the wrists and dragged him towards the steel stairs. Once she had him sitting perched on the stairs, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a silver set of handcuffs.
The arena erupted again when she had slapped the cuffs into place, cuffing him with both arms wrapped around the ring post. As she entered the ring, she tossed the set of keys in her hand into the audience, eliminating any chance of the man coming to and managing to escape.
She fell to her knees for a moment trying to gather herself as she could hear the yells of her friends coming from ringside now. Looking over she met Jon's eyes and saw the happiness and worry that was battling within him. It was time to end this and put it all to rest.
Hoisting herself back to her feet, she grabbed the ladder that lay next to her. She could no longer make out any particular voice as the noise around the arena became deafening. She stood the ladder up and slowly began her ascent.
It seemed like hours had gone by when she had finally reached the top. Standing up straight and starring directly above her the two titles hung welcoming. The tears began to fall as she reached up and unclasped the first as the arena went silent as if they were waiting for the other shoe to drop. When her hands connected with the second belt, she felt overwhelming feeling of relief as she unsnapped it from itself and pulled it down.
The arena blew it's top as she stood on top of the mountain and hoisted both titles above her head. She had won the championship, but she had won so much more as well. She had finally slain her demons and found her peace.
Looking down below her, she saw her friends now in the ring, cheering and celebrating her with the fans. She climbed down to join them and was immediately engulfed by the group, before being hoisted up onto the shoulders of Jon and Joe as the rest of the locker room emptied to join them in the celebration.
She was the champion. The Age of The Anti-Diva had begun.
They were all backstage now and the celebration hadn't stopped. Champagne had been popped and Allie and the titles were covered in it. She had been quickly checked over by the doctors and her head had to be stapled closed, but she would worry about the pain later. The adrenaline was still pumping and she had a celebration to join.
Hunter had Cena helped from ringside after they had managed to get the cuffs off of him and he was escorted to the nearest hospital. He had assured all of them that it would be quite some time before John Cena was seen again, giving him an extensive leave of absence. Allie was pretty sure they would most likely never see Cena again.
She was pulled to the side by an ecstatic Mark, who pulled her into a tight hug.
"I'm proud of you, Rookie," he whispered to her as the celebration went on around them. She pulled back and gave him a winning smile. "Go celebrate with your boy." He said nodding in Jon's direction. "But do me a favor, can come see me tomorrow after Raw? Have a drink with me?"
"Sure thing, Sensei," she grinned at him, before giving him another tight hug. He pulled back and pushed her gently in Jon's direction who met her with a deep, congratulatory kiss making everyone around then hoot and holler.
"I love you, baby," Jon said when they pulled back, pressing his forehead against hers. "I'm so proud of you."
"I love you, too," she smiled at him, pressing another kiss to his lips. The sweet moment was interrupted when a hand reached around her and planted a pie pan of cool whip into her face.
"Congrats, sis," she heard the soft drawl of Randy from behind her. She spun around, wiping the excess cream from her face and laughing now seeing Randy's smiling face.
She reached up and gave him hug, before pulling back and smearing cool whip on his face, making him laugh.
"Guess you're my number one contender, huh?" She laughed as she felt Jon press up behind her and reach his hand forward to shake Randy's.
"We'll worry about that when I get back," Randy smiled at her. "I leave in the morning to start filming."
"Where ya headed?" Allie asked, kind of disappointed that her brother was leaving for a while.
"Vancouver," he answered, feeling the same disappointment. "I'll only be gone for a month. I'll be back before you know it."
"Thank you, again," Allie nodded at him. "For everything." Randy only nodded before giving her another hug and letting her loose to mingle again.
The night was young and it was time to party.
"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Allie asked as she gaze at her mentor. Raw had been nothing short of a huge celebration yet again and now she sat in Mark's hotel room. They sat at the small hotel table, with a bottle of whiskey between them. He wore a guarded expression and it unnerved her slightly.
"I got called into a meeting with Vince last week," Mark spoke after taking a long sip of his whiskey.
"Sounds serious," Allie responded keeping her eyes locked on him, while her fingers fiddled with her own glass.
"It is, I guess," he smirked, but there was little humor to it. "It was about mania."
"Ok," Allie nodded, then took a sip from her glass. A small smile crossed her lips as she joked, "They want you to end the streak or something?"
The look on Mark's face was enough to instantly wipe the smile from her own. She stared at him dumbfounded for a moment in complete disbelief.
"You're fucking joking right?" Allie snapped leaning forward and slamming her glass on the table. "Please tell me you're joking."
"Wish I was Rook," Mark sighed, before finishing off his glass and pouring another. "Vince thinks it's time."
"Why does there have to be a time?" Allie snapped again. "Why can't that be one of the moments that doesn't die? I swear to god that old man is losing his fucking mind."
Mark chuckled lightly, not disagreeing. Allie's anger dissolved as she looked at her mentor in sadness. "I'm sorry, Sensei."
"Eh, it's not your fault, kid," Mark smiled sadly, while ruffling a hand through Allie's hair.
"Who?" Allie asked simply after a few minutes. Mark didn't have to question, he knew what she was asking.
"Well," he sighed as he poured her another drink. "That's the interesting part. He's letting me choose."
Allie looked over at him and saw him watching her with interest. It took her a moment, but as soon as it hit her she flipped. "No! No way!"
"Al," Mark started calmly, but was interrupted.
"No, Mark!" Allie snapped, but he saw the sadness there. "Please don't ask me to do that."
"I told Vince there is only one person I'd consider," Mark continued as if she hadn't spoken. "If you don't agree then he's gonna put me up against Lesnar."
"What?!" Allie yelled. Not being able to sit anymore, she grabbed up her glass and stood up, beginning to pace. "I'm gonna break that old man's other hip."
"Kid, please," Mark pleaded with her, something Mark rarely did. "If I go up against him they'll make me look like a weak old man. I can't lose it like that, Rook. If I go up against you, it'll be the student surpassing the teacher. You could continue the legacy. If I lose to Lesnar, it's just over."
"I hate this so much, Mark," Allie felt a tear slip down her cheek as she looked at her mentor. The legacy of The Undertaker meant so much to her and the reality was smacking her in the face that his career was growing short. It was a reality that she had ignored for the last couple years.
"I know," Mark said getting to his feet and pulling Allie into a hug. "But I need you to do this for me, Rook. I don't want it to be anyone else."
Allie sighed and as much as she didn't want to, she nodded against his chest. "Ok. I'll do it, but I want to go on record saying I'm completely against this and I think it blows."
"No arguments here," Mark laughed softly, as he hugged her for a few more minutes. Pulling back he placed a hand on each of her shoulders and leaned in so his face was close to hers. "Now that all that's over with, let's get smashed."
Allie laughed wiping the tear streaks under her eyes, "you're on, old man."
A/N: So this is getting sad... I told you guys a little bit ago that we only had a few chapters left, well we are down to the final chapter. Thank you for coming on this amazing journey with me! I can tell you how much I appreciate and love you all.
Leave me your thoughts on the chapter and thank you for bearing with me during this terrible time I've been going through personally. I'll see you all soon with the epilogue! 333