A/N: I wonder if fanfiction has stopped being glitchy?
Chapter Twenty: Wrestlemania
Orlando, Florida
Jon kept his hand to the small of Quinn's back as she walked beside him, smiling politely to fans and cameras flashing from the press. Ahead of her she could see John Cena and Nikki chatting away to some interviewers with ease. Alexis was further ahead posing for photos with her mother.
"There are some press we want you both to speak with just ahead," said an assistant approaching Quinn and Jon, "Just simple questions and I assure you they know they are not to pry into anything private."
"Okay," nodded Jon with a glance to Quinn, "Ready?"
Quinn smiled with a nod and her and Jon walked over. Quinn kept her smile polite as they stopped in front of a young man.
"Hey, I'm Craig from Wrestle Fanzone. I was hoping to just ask a few quick questions?" he said, holding out his phone with the voice recording already.
"Sure," answered Jon with a nod, his hand slipping to have his arm around Quinn's waist snuggly.
"Great! So, who are you both looking forward to seeing inducted into the Hall of Fame the most tonight?"
"Kurt Angle. I grew up watching him and he was amazing to watch," answered Jon, "Really talented and he had a big on screen persona."
"Obviously, Beth Phoenix. She would be one of my dream matches. Just being in the same building as Beth is going to be amazing in itself," said Quinn, her eyes lighting up with passion as she spoke.
"How are you both feeling about Wrestlemania? Especially you, Harley, as its your first time."
"I'm ready to lay the smack down on Baron Corbin. That man doesn't know what he's got himself into," said Jon clenching a hand into a fist.
"I'm excited and very eager to wipe Alexa Bliss' face on the mat and prove I have what it takes to be the Queen on Smackdown."
"You'll win it," winked Jon.
"With the roster shake-up rumoured to be occurring are you both worried about being separated once again?"
Quinn held back her look of surprise and played it off with a shrug as Jon remained silent, "We're a strong couple. We handled it in the past and I am positive we will handle it fine if it happens."
"What about your upcoming court case? Will that impact your screen time on Smackdown or Raw?"
"That's enough questions," said Jon curtly leading him and Quinn away, "Asshole."
"Jon… what roster shake-up was he talking about?"
Jon's hold around Quinn's waist tightened, "I don't know."
Quinn walked into the Citrus Bowl - as Vince wanted it to be called for the event - a bundle of nerves. She'd barely seen Jon the day before with both doing a last day of meet and greets, interviews and photo opportunities. This morning Jon left early to meet with Thomas to go over their match. Quinn and Alexis had hashed theirs out the night before over dinner and were happy with the plan.
Quinn walked along the corridor, following the directions to the Smackdown women's dressing room. She was booked in for her make-up and hair to be done in the next hour. Kick-off started in half an hour and Quinn knew Jon's match was the last on it.
After dumping her bag in the change room, Quinn went to find her boyfriend. It was going to be a long and busy day and she wanted some one on one time with him before the show kicked off. Quinn wandered down a corridor, smiling and saying hello to anyone she knew as she passed them by. As she turned she spotted Colby with Sarah. Colby looked up and spotted Quinn and waved her over. Quinn sucked in a quiet breath, not forgetting Sarah's comments two nights ago.
"Hey! Excited?" greeted Colby.
"More nervous," replied Quinn with a chuckle at Colby's inability to keep still.
"Man, this is the match of my dreams! Me against the King of Kings! I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and this will all be a dream, you know?"
"Oh it's real Colby. I can pinch you if you need proof?"
Colby stepped back and held his hands up, "Nope, I'm good."
Quinn laughed and looked around, "Have you seen Jon?"
"Catering."
Quinn gave a nod, "I'll see you later Colby. Nice to see you again, Sarah."
Sarah merely nodded before smiling at Colby.
Jon gave a sigh as he read the letter. He folded it up and shoved it into his jacket pocket and looked up to see Quinn walk in. She was dressed in his favourite jeans – the ones that looked like a second skin on her body. Although, if he were honest he rather enjoyed removing them. He smiled as she spotted him and walked over, flopping into the chair beside him, her head resting on his arm.
"I feel like I'm going to be sick," Quinn groaned in greeting.
Jon frowned, "Did you eat something bad?"
Quinn chuckled weakly, "No. I'm just so nervous. I never thought I would be on Wrestlemania, Jon. This was a total pipe dream, you know? With my injuries both mentally and physically… I never would have imagined being here."
"Well, here you are."
Quinn lifted her head and peered at Jon with her hazel coloured eyes. He pressed a hand to her cheek and Quinn overed his hands with her own, "I wouldn't be here without you. Heck, I would be lost without you, you know?"
Jon chuckled, "I'm sure you would've found a way back in."
Quinn said nothing and instead leaned forward and kissed Jon tenderly on the lips.
"Eww, throw up alert!" came the accented voice of Saraya with Joe following. Both had a plate of food each, "Quinn have you eaten yet? You should eat because it will get so busy you won't have time."
Quinn grimaced, "I don't think I could stomach food."
"You need to eat," agreed Jon pulling her up by her hand, "Come on. Even if it's just a salad. You're gonna need fuel for your match, babe."
Wrestlemania was in full swing. The kick-off show had seen Jon retain his Intercontinental Championship, which Quinn was extremely happy for. Now Quinn was standing backstage warming up. A wolf whistle caught her attention and she turned to look at a smirking Jon.
Jon looked back at his Quinn, taking in her smokey, purple eye make up, purple metallic painted lips which matched her very short purple denim shorts. She donned a fitted leather jacket over a midriff sparkly black top. The jacket hid sheer black long sleeves. Her feet donned knee high, flat black biker boots. Her normally curly hair was pulled back onto two low, messy buns.
"New look?" asked Jon.
Quinn smiled, "Harley knows Wrestlemania is a special night so of course she was going to dress in something special."
"Hmm, well I like the jacket."
Quinn winked as she answered, "I may have been inspired."
Jon chuckled, "Do I get to know the outcome of your match?"
"Nope. You, my sexy man, will have to watch like everyone else."
"Quinn!" came a yell from a production assistant, "You're up!"
"Wish me luck?"
"You don't need it. You'll smash it. I love you."
Quinn pressed a quick kiss to Jon's lips, "I love you too."
The theme of Alexa Bliss pulsed around the packed arena and the short female superstar strutted out with her title. She stood at the extremely long ramp and held her title up with a smirk before starting her way down it, walking along a diamond crown that rotated in circles under her feet. Once in the ring she held her title up again with a proud smirk and reluctantly handed it to the waiting referee.
At the sound of Harley's dings a purple drop kept repeatedly falling down the screen, exploding as the music picked up. Harley strode out, hands holding the lapels of her leather jacket before she twirled at the top of the ramp and held her arms out wide at the crowd's loud pop. The purple drips drizzled their way down the long ramp as Harley began skipping and twirling her way down it. At the end of the ramp Harley slid her jacket off and looked up at a smirking Alexa Bliss. Harley tossed her jacket to a camera man with a wink and slid into the ring, standing up to be face to face with Alexa.
The bell rang and Harley and Alexa locked up into a grapple. Their match was just before the last match between the Undertaker and Roman Reigns.
Alexa shoved against Harley, causing her to stagger backwards and nearly lose her footing. Alexa charged at Harley and hit her with a clothesline, knocking her into the turnbuckle. Harley slid down to the mat and Alexa instantly attacked, pressing her foot against Harley's neck until the referee called Alexa off.
Harley clutched her throat coughing. Alexa stepped backwards and ran forward and jumped, hitting a baseball slide kick into Harley's chest.
"Alexa has the upper hand here," said Tom, "Harley seems to have underestimated Alexa Bliss."
"Of course she has! Alexa Bliss may be small but she sure is feisty," said JBL.
Harley slid out of the ring to catch her breath and get her head back into the match. Alexa slid out after Harley but Harley was prepared and tackled Alexa into the side of the ring.
"There's Harley!" shouted David.
Harley slid into the ring and ran across to the other side, bounced off the ropes and ran back, diving through the second rope to tackle a turning Alexa into the barricade. Harley stood and let out a war cry and grabbed Alexa by her hair and shoved her into the ring and climbed in after her. Alexa stood to be tackled down to the mat by Harley who laid into her with a flurry of hits until the referee yanked Harley off of her.
"I AM THE QUEEN!" shouted Harley at Alexa.
Alexa sat up and Harley moved forward. She went to grab Alexa but was met with a slap across the face. Harley stumbled to the side, giving Alexa time to stand up and grab Harley to hit her snap DDT.
The crowd let out a roar of boos as Alexa went for the pin.
1!
2!
Harley kicked out and rolled away as Alexa let out a scream of anger, kicking her legs on the mat. Alexa stood up and grabbed Harley and shoved her into the turnbuckle. Harley cried out as her shoulder took the brunt of the hit. Harley turned and dodged an attack from Alexa and retaliated with a high kick to the side of Alexa's head. Alexa stumbled back and Harley speared Alexa to the mat. Alexa lay still and Harley pointed to the nearest turn buckle. The crowd yelled in approval and Harley ran over and climbed up and pointed at Alexa, screaming at her to get up. Alexa slowly stood and turned to have Harley jump at her and whip her through the hurricerana and into a roll up pin.
1!
2!
3!
"Here is your winner and the NEW Smackdown Women's Champion – HARLEY!"
Quinn burst backstage with a big grin. Jon, Colby, Saraya, Trinity, Jonathon Uso, Shane and Bryan applauded her, along with whistles and shouts of joy thrown in. Quinn jumped up and down, looking at the title in disbelief before hugging everyone and finally getting to Jon.
"Is this real?" asked Quinn.
"I can pinch you if you want," said Colby cheekily.
"I might need you too."
Jon pulled Quinn into his arms, "It's real babe. You're the champ."
Quinn let out a watery laugh, looking up at Jon not catching his confused expression, "I have to take this get the plates changed and then get my photos done. Come with me?"
It was happening. All the superstars had been called in for a meeting the next morning after Wrestlemania to be told about the Roster Shake-up. Those being transferred would receive a letter with the information of when they would trade shows. Champions with belts established to a set show would stay where they were, meaning Quinn was safe on Smackdown.
It was now Tuesday and Smackdown was set to start in half an hour. Quinn was getting her make up put on and was chatting to Alexis about their final match on Smackdown that night. Alexis had been informed from next week she would be on Raw. Quinn was sad to see her go, especially as the two had become such close friends.
"Do you know who else is being transferred?" asked Quinn as Kat tied a black and white checked bow into her two buns.
"No. They are keeping it pretty hush-hush," said Alexis with her eyes closed for her eye shadow, "But you'll have some new women here to beat up soon."
"Yeah, but I'm going to miss beating you up the most."
Alexis grinned, "Nawww, love you too Quinn."
"You haven't told her?" exclaimed John as he, Randy and Allen looked at Jon with wide eyes.
"We got separated before and only just got put back on the same show. It's bullshit," sighed Jon rubbing his face, "I know she will make it be a big opportunity and be happy for me. But I know Quinn. She is going to hate this, especially with the court case coming up in a couple of weeks."
"Man, the longer you hide it from her, the harder it will be. And not to mention she will be pissed at you," commented Allen.
Jon gave a nod, knowing his friend was right. He wondered if this was how Quinn felt – guilty that he was left on Smackdown when she was on Raw where Joe, Colby and Saraya were at. Jon stood up and changed into his gear to prepare for his last night on Smackdown.
An hour into Smackdown saw Alexa Bliss make her way to the ring without her beloved championship belt. She strode out her face a mask of annoyance as the crowd yelled at her. Alexa climbed into the ring and walked to the middle where she picked the microphone up.
Her music cut and Alexa turned to look up the ramp.
"I want Harley out here. RIGHT NOW!" demanded Alexa.
Instantly the music of Harley kicked in, "I need a gangsta… to love me better…"
Harley walked out with a twirl, the Championship belt around her waist, with her plates attached the side. They were a symbol of the letter H in the middle of checker patterned bows. Harley grinned down at Alexa and twirled before finally making her way down the ramp. She slid into the ring and stood up, looking at Alexa in amusement.
"You got lucky last night, Harley! That's all! I demand for my rematch and I want it now!"
Harley looked at Alexa in amusement, "Well if you insist on humiliating yourself two matches in a row, who am I to deny you of that?"
A referee came running down to the ring, signalling the approval from Daniel Bryan back stage and the bell signalled the start of the match.
Jon stood back stage watching his girlfriend's match get started. His arms were crossed as Bryan walked over to him.
"Hey. I heard you were one of the swaps to Raw," said Bryan, "That's gotta suck man."
"How do you handle being away from Brie? Especially with your baby due so soon?"
"It's not easy but we manage to make it work. You must keep communication open and don't let anything come in between when you plan on meeting up. For a relationship to last you need that one on one time in person."
Jon nodded, watching Quinn hit Alexis with a suplex. He knew he had to tell Quinn and knew tonight had to be it.
"If you keep fidgeting I'm going to think you have worms," commented Quinn in amusement as she finished the last of her dinner.
Jon had taken them out to a nice Asian Cuisine restaurant. He looked over at Quinn to see her smirking face and gave a sigh. He'd been trying to find the right time to break the news to her but Quinn was so happy. She was still riding high from her win at Wrestlemania and with a stressful time ahead with the court case, Jon hated being the one to bring her tumbling down. But he knew his friends were right – she needed to know.
"I need to tell you something," said Jon placing his hand over Quinn's.
"Okay," replied Quinn slowly.
"I've been chosen… to-to go to Raw."
Quinn leaned back in her seat, her mouth falling open partially. Her eyes shifted from looking at Jon, down to the table. Once again her and Jon were being separated.
"W-when did you find out?"
"At Wrestlemania. I wanted to tell you but you were so nervous before your match and then you won… you've been so happy, Quinn. I've loved seeing you just so carefree. I hate bursting it."
Quinn breathed in deeply and slowly nodded, "Well… it will be hard but we managed before. We can do it again."
"We don't know for how long it will be Quinn. Plus, what about the next Roster Shake Up? They could put us on opposite shows again."
"This is the reality of our job, Jon. We both know that," Quinn said calmly, leaning forward and placing both hands over one of Jon's, "If our relationship is destined to go the distance we will overcome this."
Jon stood up and pulled Quinn up. He pulled her along behind him and quickly paid for their meal and led Quinn across the road to park.
"What on earth are you doing?" cried Quinn in confusion as she tried to keep up with his quick steps in her black heels, "These shoes aren't made for this type of walking."
Jon stopped, turned and picked Quinn up bridal style and continued walking, weaving through the trees and coming to a stop at a circle of dark red rose petals with candles lit up around it. A man who spotted them, gave Jon a nod and walked away.
Jon set Quinn back onto her feet and led her into the circle. Quinn looked around in confusion as Jon stood before her looking nervous.
"There were two things I wanted to tell you tonight," said Jon, holding Quinn's hands in his own, "I didn't know how you would take the roster shake up news… but I shouldn't have been worried because you're you – amazing, strong and a believer in our love."
Quinn smiled softly, her heart beating hard against her chest.
"But you know, this roster shake up made me realise something, Quinn… and that was that I don't want to be without you in my life. That you complete my life… that I am madly in love with you and I don't see myself going a day without being crazy in love with you," Jon paused and knelt to one knee pulling a black ring box from his pants pocket, "Which is why I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Quinn Gallagher, will you marry me?"
Quinn nodded, tears in her eyes, "Yes! Yes of course I will!"
Jon stood and pulled Quinn into his arms, kissing her deeply before he pulled back with a chuckle, "You haven't seen the ring yet."
Quinn merely chuckled as Jon opened the ring box and revealed a white gold band with the band not meeting at the top. One part connected to the heart shaped diamond at the bottom and the other side at the top of the heart. Along the band were small red rubies and white diamonds. It was unique and beautiful. Jon slid the ring onto Quinn's finger and she smiled with a soft, watery chuckle.
"I love you," said Quinn looking up into Jon's eyes, "This was perfect… didn't suspect a thing. But I always knew that if you ever asked me that I wouldn't hesitate in saying yes."
Jon smiled and kissed Quinn again.
Providence, RI
Quinn went to grab her bag to leave for the arena when her phone rang. She pulled it from her pocket to see her father's name.
"Hello?" answered Quinn.
"Hi, Quinn. I got the date for the first court hearing," spoke her father, "The twenty-sixth of April at nine in the morning. It will be at the Hillsborough County Courthouse. Do you know where that is?"
"Ah yeah… yeah, I do. I'll let my bosses know and will confirm my flight arrival time in Tampa. I'm guessing we will need to go over a few things?"
"That would be best, yes."
Quinn sighed, "Alright. I'll call you once I have organised things on my end."
Quinn ended the call and sat on the edge of her bed as she called Jon.
"Hey gorgeous."
Quinn smiled, "Hi sexy beast. So, my father just called me."
"Oh yeah?"
"He gave me a court date."
"When is it?"
"Two weeks – the twenty-sixth of this month."
"Okay, well I will be there. Steph knows so she should be fine with me missing a few live events."
"As much as I hate you messing with your career I am so glad you will be there."
"Babe, you are more important."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"I better get a move on. I need to go and beat up Ashley."
"Have fun. I miss you."
Quinn smiled, "I miss you too. Bye."
Dayton, OH
Quinn pushed her front door open and walked into her house with a happy sigh. She had two days of down time and was looking forward to sleeping in her own bed. Quinn instantly set about airing out her house and getting her clothes and ring gear washed. After getting downstairs sorted she headed upstairs, opening the windows in the spare room and bathroom before heading over to her bedroom. She pushed the door open and gave a jump of fright at seeing someone already asleep in her bed. She calmed down upon recognising Jon's boots and jacket on the floor and quietly crept over to the bed and moved the sheets back.
Jon stirred and rolled over to face Quinn, his eyes half opened, "Hey."
"Hey."
Jon reached out and pulled Quinn closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "Mmm, I missed you. Two weeks apart was hard."
"I know."
"Can they just have the Smackdown Women's Champ on Raw as well?"
Quinn chuckled, "That would defeat the purpose of being the Smackdown Women's Champion babe."
"Well," sighed Jon, rolling to be on his back with Quinn curled up at his side, "I suppose it makes some things all the more better."
Quinn frowned, "What?"
"This," growled Jon, moving to straddle Quinn and yanking his shirt off before his lips were pressed against Quinn's and his hands were sliding up her warm torso and cupping her breasts.
Quinn tangled her fingers in Jon's hair, her breath panting as Jon's lips trailed down her jawline and neck. Jon pulled Quinn up, sliding off her to make her sit on his lap. He pulled her shirt off and moved his lips to attack her breasts through the soft material of her bra.
"Maybe… maybe we can swap you for Owens again," gasped Quinn gripping Jon by the shoulder's tightly.
All Quinn received was a deep, lust filled chuckle in response.
A/N: Yep… busy chapter! REVIEW!