Chapter 8
May 3rd, 2014
East Rutherford, NJ
"You need to calm down, Kitten," Jon said softly, kneading the tension out of his lady's shoulders.
"Please, that wouldn't happen under normal circumstances, and under these, it is impossible," Syd sighed, getting wound up again. "The three of you are going up against Rusty Dave, Mr. Suit and Tie Paul, and my pissy brother at Extreme Rules. How fucking sad is it that the most competent of your opponents is the one that happens to despise you? I think I'm having a nervous breakdown," she gasped, taking several deep breaths. "And possibly a panic attack at the same time," she ran her hand over her tired eyes, glancing over her shoulder at her chuckling boyfriend. "What is so funny?" she struggled to roll over but he blanketed her naked backside with his body, keeping her pinned beneath him.
"You'd think you were in the match with the way you're acting," he whispered in her ear, running his hands up her arms and lacing his fingers with hers.
"My heart is in this match," she whispered; her face hidden behind her arm until Jon pulled their joined hands down and stared curiously at her vulnerable eyes. "They might be veterans but Dave has been gone for years, Paul works once; maybe twice a year…Randy is the only dependable one there. You're going to have to depend on each other more than usual, Jon. You can't rely on them to see to your safety. My brother is an asshole but he's a professional and will do his job but he can't be everywhere," her worry shined in her eyes and touched his heart.
"I understand, baby, and we'll talk it over with the guys before the show. Will that help settle your nerves a bit?" he asked, tilting his head with a smile.
"A little," she shrugged and, seeing the question in his eyes, she was forced to elaborate. "I know this is going to end up all over the place. I'm one person, Jon, I can't be everywhere, and I admit, I'm feeling biased on where I should be," she glanced up to catch his soft smile before lowering her eyes once again, "but Colby is so reckless; he reminds me of Jeff, and Joe is going to need looking after but you…"
"Stop," he silenced her with a touch of his lips. "You stick close to JBL's monitor and be where you're needed most. Of course, we'd all prefer you to be on hand when we need you but you aren't alone out there during the match. You and Chris direct everyone as usual and you can patch us up after if it's needed. I don't expect you to abandon the guys just because you're with me, Kitten," he whispered, planting a kiss on the back of her shoulder. "The hot tub should be nice and toasty now. You ready to go out and take a soak?"
"Yeah," she nodded with an unusually shy grin, rolling over and wrapping her arms around his neck while he lifted her up, cradling her to his chest while he walked out on to their private balcony.
"Jeff? Jeff Hardy?" he asked, taking in her nod. "You'd become even more kick ass in Colby's eyes if he finds out you took care of Jeff too," he shook his head with a laugh. "Don't tell him; he monopolizes too much of your time already," he chuckled, kissing her cheek.
"Oh hush. You need to learn how to share your toys," she laughed into his neck.
"That'll never happen, Kitten," he shook his head with a dimpled smile. "Does it feel good?" he asked once he sank their naked bodies down into the warm water, settling her on his lap.
"It feels amazing," she sighed deeply, snuggling into his embrace while stroking her cheek against his scruffy jaw. "I love the way you feel against me," she whispered in his ear, biting the lobe an instant later and earning a groan from Jon in return. "Your hair is so silky…all of it," she ran her fingers through his curls while moving her free hand over his chest. "Your skin is soft and smooth, covering all of this hard muscle and this," she took his hardened cock in her palm, lifting her hips and guided him into her, "is silk-encased steel that was made with me in mind," she breathed out against his lips, staring between his blue depths before mating her mouth to his.
"Fuck, baby," Jon groaned into their kiss, getting lost in the feeling of her riding his dick at a slow but deep rhythm. "Can I stay inside of you forever?" he purred against her flesh, kissing his way along her jaw to her neck, sucking his mark on to her skin.
"I have no complaints but it would make your job interesting, and wouldn't be allowed on PG television. Ah," she breathed out a tiny whimper when his teeth bore down into the spot he was working on, and his hips thrust up to meet hers.
"Mine, Syd," he growled, standing up and turned, sitting her on the edge. His hands spanned her waist while his hips snapped his length in and out of her tight body. "So beautiful, baby, so mine," he grunted into her neck, his eyes fluttering shut when he felt her hands travel his back and her crossed calves settle over his ass.
Sydney moaned and whimpered with every thrust of Jon's hips; her body jolting with each slap of his pelvis. She went boneless, surrendering to the pleasure this man brought to her with every touch. With a slight angle of his hips, his cock hit that spot within her, making those soft sounds from her lips grow louder and more desperate.
Jon bit his bottom lip, staring at his lady with a look of awe and appreciation in his eyes. She was the picture of eroticism; with her eyes clenched tight, lips parted, breasts bouncing, fingers plucking her nipples and her pelvis rolling to meet his. She was also the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. "I can't believe you're mine," he rasped out his innermost thought unintentionally, caught up in the moment. It was out of his mind an instant later when her hands clasped down on his wrists and her back bowed; his name escaping her mouth on a cry. "Fucking hell, Syd," Jon growled out; his hips jerking his release into her body before he collapsed on top of her. "Come here, Kitten," he gently slipped his hands under her back, pulling them chest to chest and lowered them back into the soothing water; still intimately joined. "That's another one off my list," he chuckled softly when he heard a sound from the next balcony, kissing her forehead with a grin.
"Hot tub sex?" she cocked her head inquisitively.
"Nope; sex with those two listening in," he jerked his head towards the wall separating them from the next suite. "Evening, fellas," he called out.
"Jon," Joe called back.
"Syd," Colby chuckled.
"You three suck," she shook her head, burying her face in his shoulder. "Wait, they heard us the first time," she pulled back, looking between his shining eyes.
"I didn't have a list then," he shrugged with a laugh, catching her swatting hands in one of his. "Give us a kiss, Kitten," he pulled her mouth to his with his free hand laced in her hair; groaning when he felt his cock stir to life within her. A sharp gasp tore from her lungs when he thrust into her again and he couldn't stop the cocky grin on his face if he wanted to. "What can I say, baby? I'm always ready for you," he shrugged his shoulders, laughing an instant later when their two friends voiced their disapproval next door.
"Seriously, man? I have three days before I see my girl," Joe growled, walking up the stairs of the hot tub. "No way is his hair more silky than mine," the big man mumbled with a shake of his head.
"Jealousy is such an ugly emotion, big man," Colby chuckled.
"Shut up, Captain Peroxide, and let's go. I don't need to hear round two," he opened the sliding glass door and went inside.
"How the hell does he recover so fucking fast?" Colby asked with a pout, following Joe back into their shared suite.
"Man, talking about Jon's recovery time is not appropriate talk between men. I don't even want to think about it," the big Samoan waved off his friend.
"So you're saying you're envious too! Ugly, Joe, very ugly," Colby argued back, shutting the balcony door and left the laughing couple to themselves.
May 4th, 2014
Extreme Rules
"I see the concept of knocking is still lost on you," Randy didn't even need to look up to know it was his sister. They always had an awareness of when the other was near. He figured it was a twin thing and never questioned it. "Did you want to use my shower again? Cuz I'll clear out in a few minutes and you two can have at it," he grumbled, lacing up his boots.
"Look, I know we're not on the best terms right now but you're my brother; I worry about you and always have when you step foot inside that ring. I just…please be careful out there," she said softly, a slight hitch in her voice. It was enough for her brother to snap his steely gaze up to her lowered face. "I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt out there; no matter how much you piss me off," she forced a smile; letting it come naturally when he moved to enfold her in his arms. "Dude, oil," she made a face and rolled her eyes when he chuckled and ruffled her hair.
"I'll be careful, Sis, and thank you but…"
"Randal, don't tell me it'll be fine and my worry is unwarranted. You're the only person on your team that is in top form and ring shape," she cut him off, taking one of his hands in hers. "I've already spoken to my guys and they're going to cover their own asses as much as possible since you're their only dependable opponent. They're going to watch out for you too, Bro, and I'd appreciate it if you did the same," she squeezed his hand before releasing it and turned to leave.
"What do you see in him, Syd?" he asked before she opened the door.
"Too much to put into words," she smiled, leaving her bewildered brother behind.
Syd was already beginning to sweat and Evolution hadn't even stepped into the ring yet. She had to admit the three men were impressive to behold even though two of them weren't up to ring standards. She rolled her eyes and casually scratched her cheek with her middle finger when Dave made a point of stretching out on the ropes in front of her chair.
Finally, after making their opponents wait, her boys' music hit and she smirked when the crowd screamed like they were The Beatles. They made their way down the steps, Seth doing his ninja roll over the barricade, Dean easily leaping over while he tossed his US belt down and kicked it over to her feet, followed by Roman, who stepped over and flipped his hair back, looking over the crowd.
"Are you okay, Ms. Sydney?" JBL asked; reaching out to pat her arm.
"For now," she nodded, sliding her chair back. "I'm going to need your monitor, John," she said shakily, receiving a nod in return while he shifted his screen so that she had a better view.
The ref tried to get them to clear the ring but all six men stood their ground, staring each other down until they finally snapped. They paired off, exchanging blows until The Shield threw each of their opponents out of the ring. They stood proud, stalking Evolution while holding the ring as the crowd chanted "Hounds of Justice".
Seth and Hunter finally started it off while their stable mates stood on the apron. Her puppy was on fire, making her smile and wince with every other move. Her first moment came when Hunter flipped him over with a clothesline and Syd stiffened, waiting for that pinky tap and released her tension when she got it.
Evolution used The Shield's quick tags tactic and worked Seth over for several minutes. The only time Syd could relax was when her brother was in the ring with her pup. Seth finally created separation with an enziguri to the back of Randy's head and tagged in Dean.
He ran towards the Viper, leapt and kicked him square in the chest with both feet, sending him back into his corner. Randy, impacting the turnbuckles, sent both Dave and Hunter to the floor, and Dean released blow after blow to his opponent; her brother. Dave got back up on the apron, taunting Dean, and received an open-handed push to his face, sending him back to the floor.
The personal animosity between the two men was a huge concern to her.
Dean slapped a quick figure four on Randy, and Hunter came back in to hit him in the face. Roman charged the ring and dispatched Hunter back out before he turned his attention to Dave and cleared the ring. The big man followed them out, throwing Dave into a barricade before stalking Hunter, but the boss sidestepped and threw him into the steel steps.
Syd flinched, glancing down the side of the ring to see the big Samoan sprawled out on the floor. During all this mess, Hunter returned to his corner where Randy had Dean, and the three of them proceeded to triple team her man before Dave tossed him to the floor before her; a cocky grin on his already sweat-slicked face. Despite her worry for her boys, she couldn't help but give him a Viper-like sneer when the crowd loudly chanted "Bootista!"
Hunter tossed Dean back into the ring where Dave turned him heels over head with a hard clothesline, going for the cover and only getting a two count. Randy glanced at the look on his sister's face and asked for the tag; entering the ring to pull Dean to his feet and delivering a proper clothesline. Dave was working stiff and the Orton twins knew it; Randy doing what he could to minimize damage.
Roman finally returned to the apron, standing beside Seth while Hunter took over on Dean in the corner closest to Syd. She visibly cringed when he tagged in Dave shortly after. The last thing she wanted to see was Dave's hands on Dean. The only thing that unclenched her jaw was the latest "You can't wrestle" chant from the crowd. They were definitely making their disapproval of Dave's return known tonight much to Sydney's delight. She even noticed her brother force the grin from his face.
A sigh of relief left her lips when Dean slapped a DDT on Hunter a few minutes later. She smiled when both men crawled to their corners, tagging in Roman and Dave. The big man was throwing clotheslines left and right, amping himself up while the crowd roared. He took out Hunter and Randy on the outside as he ran and leapt, kicking Dave in the face. When he rolled into the ring, Dave managed to set him up for a Batista Bomb but Seth flew in off the top rope with a knee to the head. Dave staggered to his feet in time to get introduced to a Superman Punch.
"And that is a triple powerbomb, old man," Syd mumbled with a grin; frowning an instant later when Randy and Hunter pulled Roman out of the ring, breaking the count.
Heart attack number one came when Seth dove out of the ring and Hunter missed his mark, not catching the young Architect, and he fully impacted where the barricade met the floor. Syd abandoned her seat, keeping close to the floor and made her way towards him, not paying attention to Roman kicking out of the pin in the ring, nor Dean tossing Hunter over the Spanish announcers' table.
"Tell me you're okay, Pup," she whispered in his ear, running a hand between his shoulder blades.
"That hurt like hell, Syd, but I'm good to go," he mumbled back; their conversation hidden by his hair.
She glanced up into the ring to see Roman struggling to his feet after a Pedigree; her brother stalking him until he stood and planted him with a RKO. "The big man needs you, Pup," she patted his shoulder when Dave crawled over to make the cover.
Seth rolled to his feet, slid into the ring and flew over Roman, hitting Dave and breaking the count. He ended up fighting Randy around the ring until they and Hunter ended up in the timekeeper's area. Syd saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see Dean run along both announcers' tables and fly into Randy and Hunter, saving Seth from the two-on-one.
"Son of a bitch," she grumbled; casting a quick glance at Roman and Dave laid out in the ring before she followed Dean, Seth, Randy and Hunter into the crowd.
Minor heart attack number two came when Hunter tossed Dean down a flight of stairs out in the stands. Her Lunatic gave her a quick glance from his back to let her know he was okay. Randy and Hunter cockily followed him down the stairs and Syd backed up, seeing Seth move across the stands above them. The two veterans worked Dean over, occasionally glancing up at the level above them.
And then major heart attack number three struck…Seth finally got into position above and jumped over the rail but Hunter was out of position again; leaving Randy and Dean to catch and/or pad Seth's landing with their bodies. Dean took a majority of the brunt while Randy caught a bit of Seth's head close to his own. Syd clenched her teeth and glared at Hunter's prone body.
"Are you okay, Bro?" she asked her brother, who was still clutching his head.
"Yeah, check Seth," he hissed out, rolling around on the floor in obvious pain.
Syd heard the bell ring and The Shield's music play while she scrambled over to Colby on her knees. "Come on, Pup, tell me you're okay," she spoke into his ear, instinctively reaching out to grasp Jon's hand and got a squeeze in return.
"Fucking Jon's chest knocked the air out of my lungs," he gasped, letting her roll him over and lean him against the wall of the arena entrance.
"You're lucky he did or the only thing keeping you from splatting the floor is my brother's hard head," she gave him a sad smile, running a hand over his head before she turned to Jon. "How's that sexy chest, Tiger?" she looked down into his eyes while he lay on the flat of his back.
"I'll need some tending to, Kitten," he panted, trying to take a breath.
"Up you go, Tiger," Joe chuckled, pulling Jon up on to his shoulders in a fireman's carry, grabbing Colby's arm to drag him to his feet. Colby leaned against Joe while Jon slid off his shoulders; sticking his tongue out of a big smirk, before the three men held their fists together.
Colby was lying on the extended couch with a towel around his hips; fresh out of their shower, when someone knocked on the door of their bus. Jon; also wearing just a towel, glanced towards it and tried to get up but Syd stopped him with a hand to his shoulder.
"Don't move. You just barely got comfortable and I want you as relaxed as possible before I check those ribs," she gave him a stern glare while she crawled to kneel between them, getting her oils ready.
"I got it, Syd," Frank said; coming from digging through her medical supplies in a cabinet, and handed her a several ice packs before heading to the door.
"Keep these here for a bit, baby," she cracked all but one of the packs and placed them along Jon's ribs. "Okay, pup, let me see that forehead," she turned to take Colby's face between her palms, brushing his wet hair back. "Any dizziness or spots?" she cracked the last pack, placing it on his forehead and used his hand to hold it there.
"No, I think I got lucky this time. I've just got a headache from hell," he groaned, closing his eyes.
"That would be my fault," a voice came from the stairs; both men turning their heads in that direction.
"That would be correct, Paul," Syd nodded, moving to get Colby a packet of Tylenol and a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Syd, I came to say I'm sorry and check up on them," Paul set his hand on her shoulder but she shrugged him off, causing him to sigh deeply, and Jon and Colby to exchange worried glances.
"So say you're fucking sorry to them," she handed Colby the two caplets and water before stepping back, crossing her arms over her chest while glaring at Paul.
"Colby…"
"It isn't necessary, boss," he waved him off, washing down the pills and grimaced from moving his head.
"You have no idea how necessary it is. She'll fucking kill me if I don't but most of all, it is owed to you. I missed that first one by turning the wrong direction and, if you weren't you and saved your self, it could have been disastrous. That last one…my fucking timing was off. There's no excuse other than I didn't practice the spots enough with you in the ring," Paul shook his head, staring at his feet for a moment before looking up at the young star. "If Jon and Randy didn't step up, that would've been all on me and I'm so sorry for putting that on the three of you by not being prepared. Randy took a hell of a knock to the head…I checked on him before coming here, Syd; he's okay," he told the woman when she tensed up. "Are you two okay?" he asked the two men on the couch.
"I'm alright…"
"Don't even start with that shit," Syd cut off Jon instantly. "Your ribs were still slightly bruised from two weeks ago. Then you ended up using your chest to stop this idiot's descent, and speaking of the idiot," she turned her attention to Colby, "what is it with you and your fucking head? You land on your feet or head. There is a lot of real estate in between, you know, but no, you just skip all that shit. Stop laughing, you little shit," she stomped her foot in aggravation when Colby and Jon couldn't stop chuckling.
"Wait, wait! Now clench your hands into fists and do the foot stomp again," Colby pointed at her with a big grin.
"That would be fucking adorable," Jon smiled at his flustered girlfriend.
"What did I miss?" Joe came out of the bathroom, towel in place and glanced at the three laughing men and an irritated Syd.
"Well you didn't miss me killing them," she frowned at her boys before rounding on Paul, "and are you done kissing ass?"
"He's done, sweetheart; I'm alive and well with you nursing my aches, and kissing Jon's away. Ow!" Colby hissed when she flicked his ear. "Well now everything on me hurts! That earlobe was probably the only spot on me that wasn't aching after that match," he mock pouted but laughed again when she rolled her eyes at him.
"Whatever, drama queen; I don't need you telling Paul what I kiss on Jon. Stop, you little shit!" she squealed when Colby grabbed her arm and pulled her down on the couch, tickling her sides.
"Okay, guys, I just wanted to say I'm sorry and it won't happen again. Jon, can I talk to you for a moment?" Paul laughed at the antics of the youngest Shield member with Syd, clutching his stomach when Joe yanked her out of his arms and did an easy Samoan drop to her on the opposite end of the couch.
"Sure, boss," Jon chuckled, scooting off the couch and followed Paul to the kitchen area. "What's up?" he asked, taking a seat at the table.
"I have the script for Raw but before I go into that, I just wanted to say…shit," he pinched the bridge of his nose, making up his mind about treading in this forbidden territory before addressing the young man across from him. "I know this is none of my business but I have to warn you to be careful with that one," he jutted his chin out towards Syd and saw the cool, unreadable mask that Jon Good was notorious for, slip into place. "I'm not warning you away from her, man, so don't take it like that. It's just that she's got a lot of brothers in the locker room, other than the mean son of a bitch that is her actual brother. If that girl cries once, you'll become a pariah in the blink of an eye. Randy might not actually get to you in time to kill you, if you catch my drift," he gave him a grim smile.
"I can promise you, Paul, that Randy and everyone else in the locker room would have to get in line behind those two," Jon jerked his head back towards his brothers. "I don't think there would be a trace of my body left behind if I hurt that woman, and if they don't properly dispose of me then Phil will. Contrary to what everyone thinks of me, I'm not in this just to, uh, bed her, man. I, uh, love her," he lowered his eyes to his tapping fingers, missing the look of amusement on Paul's face. "You know, she wanted to keep this thing quiet so I'm going to have to kick Colby's ass after you leave," he chuckled uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair.
"I wish I could say I just found out, Jon, but Dave let that cat out of the bag after the last Raw," Paul watched his head snap up, his blue eyes turning positively frigid with anger.
"Who did he fucking tell?" Jon quietly rasped out so that the others didn't hear what they were talking about. "One of the first things she ever told me was that she wouldn't date someone in the locker room because she didn't want everyone knowing her fucking business. Who did he tell?" he hissed out.
"Just Randy with me close enough to hear but I tore him a new ass so if he knows what's good for him, he'll shut the fuck up," Paul grinned at Jon's chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. "I told you she has a lot of brothers and I'm one of them. Cena would be another to worry about when he finds out but the worst of all is her sister. You do not want to piss Steph off when it comes to Syd, man. And of course, the old man thinks of her as a daughter. Just giving you fair warning," Paul raised his hands with wide eyes and a grin.
"Fair enough," Jon laughed, reaching out to shake Paul's hand. "So what did you want to talk about in regards to tomorrow?"
"We're stripping you of the US strap in a twenty man Battle Royal," Paul ran his hand over his shaved scalp, waiting to hear the usual explosive argument or whining but ended up studying Jon's furrowed brow while he thought something over.
"I didn't make her cry so is this punishment for just being with her?" he glared at Paul with a stoic expression before he finally cracked a smile. "Just kidding, man; I know how it works and I've had a long run; would've liked to hit the year mark but its cool," he waved it off.
"We have more of our feud ahead of us and can't have you split your attention between it and that strap. I appreciate you being the first to not give me any shit over the news. I'll let you guys get on the road to Albany," he pushed to his feet. "Night, guys!" he waved at the other two while Syd worked on Joe's back. "Jon, one last thing," he paused at the door, turning towards the man at the top of the stairs. "They might fight like bitter enemies but they are twins and, from what I'm told, there is no bond in the world like it. She won't let his disapproval stop her from being with you but I know in her heart, she'd like his approval so, for her sake, try to become friends with the man," he said in a hopeful tone.
"So no more sex in his shower then? I'll try, man," Jon chuckled when Paul shook his head at him. He exchanged parting words with his boss before giving Frank the okay to head out and returned to his spot between Joe and Colby.
"What was that all about?" Syd asked casually, finishing up with Joe's back before poking his side to flip over.
"He wanted to tell me that I'm dropping my strap tomorrow in a twenty man Battle Royal," he sighed, bending his arm to trace his fingers along her side.
"How do you feel about that?" she asked a minute later, breaking the silence.
"I've had a long run with it and he's right; we're too busy with our feud for me to be divided between that and defending the title. I'm fine with it, baby," he shrugged his shoulders, still keeping that physical contact with her while she massaged Joe's shoulders and arms.
"Damn, big man," she sat up straight, looking down at the Samoan who had his head pillowed in his big hands, before she glanced over at Jon and Colby to her right. "Don't move," she backed up off the couch and ran to her bag, returning with her phone.
"What are you doing, baby girl?" Joe asked when she stood up on the edge of the couch at Jon's feet.
"I'm getting a fucking picture of this. It's too good to pass up. You three sprawled out in towels, all together…if I'm ever hard up for cash, I can sell prints on Ebay. Hands behind your heads like Joe, come on," she wagged her eyebrows with a grin, biting her bottom lip and took three photos. "Luckiest bitch in the world," she laughed when Jon sat up and pulled her down on to his lap.
"Want to come home with me after the shows?" Jon asked quietly; his eyes darting between her startled ones. Nervous tension began to settle in when she just stared at him until she finally nodded her head. "Yes," he rasped with a grin, pulling her into a kiss while they flopped to the side.
"Oh eww! They're making out on me, man! Get em off!" Colby shouted; shifting his legs just slightly beneath the couple.
"Give them time; they'll get off on their own," Joe tossed his head back and laughed.
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