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Friend Or Foe: Chapter 11 I Miss You
So now it was Monday night. February 9. I was backstage with Shawn just after his little backstage moment with JBL. “God I hate him!” I growled. “Hey, watch your mouth,” Shawn scolded. “Oh, sorry Shawn. Gosh I hate him!” I reworded my sentence. Shawn smiled at me.
I was sitting in Shawn's locker room chatting with him and getting caught up. A knock came at the door and Shawn went to answer it. I picked up a magazine and started to flip through it, ignoring whoever Shawn was talking to. “My oh my! Is that little Violet Pierce?” A warm and familiar voice said loudly. I looked up and my mouth dropped open into a surprised smile.
“Ric!!!” I exclaimed, hopping up from the couch and dropping my magazine on the ground. He hugged me for a while and when I pulled away I patted him on the shoulders. “You don't look too bad for being retired,” I joked. He laughed, “of course I do. I'm the Nature Boy!” I rolled my eyes playfully. “What's with all these wrestlers and their egos?” I asked giggling. “It's how we survive,” Shawn shot back laughing as well.
Ric and I got caught up. I hadn't seen him since his special night when he retired. So, it's been a really long time. He laughed as I told him about all my new adventures on SmackDown. He told me he'd been watching SmackDown closley since Matt betrayed Jeff. I nodded and told him everything that's been happening off camera. He was honestly worried about me.
“Well, I better get going. It's time for me to go out there,” Ric said smiling and happy to be back, even if it's just for one night. “You'll do great out there!” I told him patting his back as he stood. “I want you to be careful now, okay?” Ric said pointing at me. “I will Ric, I will,” I replied then he left. Shawn had to go too so he left as well. Then the girls came and took me away.
The rest of the night I chilled backstage with Alicia, Mickie, and Kelly. We were all sitting around at the gorilla position when Melina came running up to us. “Oh. My. Gosh!!!! Guess what guys?” she screamed. “What?” we all asked her simultaneously. “I'm gonna get the title!!!!” She yelled. We all jumped up from where we had been sitting and crowded around her. We clutched her and all jumped up and down like the girls we were! “That's so awesome Mel!” I said with a bright beaming smile.
“Hey, you are so next for the Diva's Championship,” Mickie stated, punching me in the arm. I shrugged, “yeah, I know,” I said nonchalantly. We all dissolved into giggles. We were interrupted by Mark who came up behind me and touched my arm. I turned around to face him. “My match is next, I'll see you afterward, 'kay,” he said. “Alright Marky!” I said optimistically giving him a peck on the cheek for good luck.
He smiled down at me then headed off for his entrance, pulling on his hat and jacket. The match started and the girls and I decided to calm down and watch it. Mark did pretty good, but I hate Randy so I was pretty one-sided. In the end, Marky won via DQ. Fuck Randy. He can never do anything by the rules. I just rolled my eyes.
It was Tuesday morning, I had nothing to do until that night. Mark was still asleep so I got up and went down to the lobby to get both of us breakfast. When I returned with bagels and coffee Mark was awake. “Good morning Marky!” I greeted him perkily. “What's up? You're never a morning person,” he said with a knowing smirk. I shrugged, “dunno but I'm kinda likin' it.” He chuckled and unwrapped his bagel.
We shared a light conversation during breakfast then Mark left to work out with Shawn and Glenn afterwards. Now I had absolutely nothing to do. I sighed, frustrated. Then I finally remembered I hadn't called Shane the night before after RAW. Shit! I screamed mentally. I whipped out my phone and dialed his number (which I knew by heart).
He answered on the second ring. I heard yelling in the background. “Hello.” He obviously hadn't looked at caller ID. “Shane! I'm so sorry I didn't called yesterday!” “Oh, Vio. It's okay. I figured you would be busy.” “But I promised I would call you. Gosh, I feel so bad.” “Don't. It's okay Vio.” “You sure?” “Positive.” “So, what are you doing?” “Um... Shannon and Shelly brought the fight to your house.” “As in; the yelling in the background.” “Yep, that would be the two lovebirds.” “We are not fucking lovebirds!” Shannon and Shelly both yelled in the background. “They sure do sound like it.” I commented making Shane chuckle.
“So, are you coming back soon?” “Uh, tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” “Alicia talked me into staying. Something big is supposed to happen tonight on ECW.” “Uh-huh.” “Yep.” The conversation died. Wow. We were silent for a while. “What's wrong Shane?” “Nothing.” “No, not nothing.” “Fine, I'm just lonely.” “But you've got Shannon and Shelly there to keep you company.” I joked. “But they're not you.” I was taken aback at that. Did Shane really depend on me that much as his main friend?
“I'll be in North Carolina Wednesday afternoon. Don't worry.” “Okay.” . . . “Shane.” “Yeah.” “I miss you.” And that was the truth. I really did. I really depended on him as my best friend. “I miss you too.” “That's all I needed to hear.” I whispered. We were both silent. Thinking. This conversation just changed everything. My heart was beating rapidly and I was surprised he couldn't hear it through the phone. I bit my bottom lip.
A crash in the background interrupted both of our thoughts. “Fuck you Shannon! I came back to tell you that I love you! And this is what I get?” Shelly. “You fucking love me? I find that hard to believe, Mrs. Martin!” Shannon. “You know damn well that I never married Patrick!” Shelly. “It hurt me just the same that you didn't!” Shannon. “I love you!” Shelly. “I love you too!” Shannon.
“Would you two just fucking kiss already!!!” I yelled through the phone. They yelling stopped abruptly. “Shane. Who are you talking to?” Shelly and Shannon. “V, I gotta go,” Shane whispered. “Good luck,” I whispered back. “Bye!” he said quickly. “Shane! Who the fuck is that!?!” Shannon. “Who the fuck just heard all of that?” Shelly. “It better not have been V—,” Shannon was cut off as Shane hung up on me.
“Bye...” I whispered softly, staring down at my phone sadly. Something between Shane and I had just changed and I couldn't figure out what. I sighed, closing my phone and throwing it onto the bed. Screw it!
It was about 2 hours before ECW would start. I was getting ready to leave my hotel room to meet up with Alicia who was going to drive me to the arena. I pulled my jacket on and my purse. I left the room and got into an elevator by myself. I came out and walked out into the lobby. Alicia said she would meet me in the parking lot.
I walked out side and the cold wind hit me. I pulled my jacket closer around me and I stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets. My hand brushed against something in my pocket. I pulled out the crumpled piece of paper. It was the note from Monday.
* * *
I yawned. The girls were busy with their RAW stuff so I was alone. I was walking down the halls aimlessly. I finally shrugged and figured I'd head back to Mark's locker room. I neared the door and noticed a white piece of paper stuck to the door. When I got close enough, I saw that it read: Violet. I cocked my head to the side, confused. Who was this from?
I pulled the note off the door and walked inside the locker room. I unfolded the note and read what it said.
Violet,
I was wonderin g if sometime, when you aren't busy with SmackDown stuff, if you wanted to grab a bite to eat. So, call me if you want to set up a date. I would really like to get to know you better!
John C.
I smirked to myself. John Cena wanted to go on a date with me. Also, he was afraid of getting rejected, hence the way he had asked me out through a note. This way he wouldn't get rejected to his face, he simply just wouldn't know. But I wasn't going to reject a date with the World Heavyweight Champion!
* * *
A smile curled at my lips as I folded the paper back up again and continued walking to where I saw Alicia standing outside her rental talking to a young guy who was very muscular. I neared them and Alicia saw me. She waved and the guy turned to look at me. I swear his eyes almost popped out of his head. Was I really that attractive?
“Hey Violet!” Alicia said with a sweet smile. “This is the guy I'm managing on ECW; Gabriel.” She introduced. He offered his hand. “I'm Violet Pierce. Hurricane Helms' manager and valet on SmackDown.” I greeted shaking his hand. I shivered. “Okay, major brrrrr! It's freezing out here! Let's get in the car!” Alicia said laughing while shaking due to the cold.
We all quickly climbed into the car. Gabriel blasted the heater after he started the car. “I need a fucking parka!” I exclaimed. That made Gabriel and Alicia laugh. “So, how do you two know each other?” Gabriel asked. Alicia and I shared a smile. “Well, Violet and I trained together in FCW for a long time!” Alicia laughed. “Yeah, we tagged together quite a bit too. Then I got offered a contract on SmackDown and Alicia followed a little less than a year later,” I finished. “Cool,” Gabriel said nodding.
He pulled into the designated 'Superstar Parking' area and we all got out. “Still cold!” I exclaimed as we hustled to get inside the heated arena. “I'll see you later!” Alicia called to Gabriel over her shoulder as we walked off to the ECW Diva's locker room. When we entered Katie Lea was the only other diva in there. “Are you two the only divas?” I asked. Alicia nodded, “well, there's Tiffany too, but she doesn't spend any time in here so it's mainly just Katie and I.”
For the next hour I got to know Katie. She actually was really nice and we had a lot in common. We became friends quickly and the three of us had a lot of fun just hanging out.
Then ECW started. “C'mon!” Alicia exclaimed grabbing my wrist as well as Kate's and pulling us out of the locker room. She stopped when we arrived at the gorilla position. Tommy Dreamer smiled at us and I waved to him. Then I focused on the screen that everyone was staring at intently.
Jack Swagger, the ECW World Heavyweight Champion, was standing in the ring... talking. Really? I didn't know that lug could talk. He looked like a talking ass! Anyways. He continued... blah blah blah. Then suddenly, familiar yet unfamiliar theme music started and a blond man appeared and started heading down to the ring. “HOLY SHIT!!!! IT'S CHRISTIAN FUCKING CAGE!!!!!!!” I screamed! Shocked.
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I was sitting in Shawn's locker room chatting with him and getting caught up. A knock came at the door and Shawn went to answer it. I picked up a magazine and started to flip through it, ignoring whoever Shawn was talking to. “My oh my! Is that little Violet Pierce?” A warm and familiar voice said loudly. I looked up and my mouth dropped open into a surprised smile.
“Ric!!!” I exclaimed, hopping up from the couch and dropping my magazine on the ground. He hugged me for a while and when I pulled away I patted him on the shoulders. “You don't look too bad for being retired,” I joked. He laughed, “of course I do. I'm the Nature Boy!” I rolled my eyes playfully. “What's with all these wrestlers and their egos?” I asked giggling. “It's how we survive,” Shawn shot back laughing as well.
Ric and I got caught up. I hadn't seen him since his special night when he retired. So, it's been a really long time. He laughed as I told him about all my new adventures on SmackDown. He told me he'd been watching SmackDown closley since Matt betrayed Jeff. I nodded and told him everything that's been happening off camera. He was honestly worried about me.
“Well, I better get going. It's time for me to go out there,” Ric said smiling and happy to be back, even if it's just for one night. “You'll do great out there!” I told him patting his back as he stood. “I want you to be careful now, okay?” Ric said pointing at me. “I will Ric, I will,” I replied then he left. Shawn had to go too so he left as well. Then the girls came and took me away.
The rest of the night I chilled backstage with Alicia, Mickie, and Kelly. We were all sitting around at the gorilla position when Melina came running up to us. “Oh. My. Gosh!!!! Guess what guys?” she screamed. “What?” we all asked her simultaneously. “I'm gonna get the title!!!!” She yelled. We all jumped up from where we had been sitting and crowded around her. We clutched her and all jumped up and down like the girls we were! “That's so awesome Mel!” I said with a bright beaming smile.
“Hey, you are so next for the Diva's Championship,” Mickie stated, punching me in the arm. I shrugged, “yeah, I know,” I said nonchalantly. We all dissolved into giggles. We were interrupted by Mark who came up behind me and touched my arm. I turned around to face him. “My match is next, I'll see you afterward, 'kay,” he said. “Alright Marky!” I said optimistically giving him a peck on the cheek for good luck.
He smiled down at me then headed off for his entrance, pulling on his hat and jacket. The match started and the girls and I decided to calm down and watch it. Mark did pretty good, but I hate Randy so I was pretty one-sided. In the end, Marky won via DQ. Fuck Randy. He can never do anything by the rules. I just rolled my eyes.
It was Tuesday morning, I had nothing to do until that night. Mark was still asleep so I got up and went down to the lobby to get both of us breakfast. When I returned with bagels and coffee Mark was awake. “Good morning Marky!” I greeted him perkily. “What's up? You're never a morning person,” he said with a knowing smirk. I shrugged, “dunno but I'm kinda likin' it.” He chuckled and unwrapped his bagel.
We shared a light conversation during breakfast then Mark left to work out with Shawn and Glenn afterwards. Now I had absolutely nothing to do. I sighed, frustrated. Then I finally remembered I hadn't called Shane the night before after RAW. Shit! I screamed mentally. I whipped out my phone and dialed his number (which I knew by heart).
He answered on the second ring. I heard yelling in the background. “Hello.” He obviously hadn't looked at caller ID. “Shane! I'm so sorry I didn't called yesterday!” “Oh, Vio. It's okay. I figured you would be busy.” “But I promised I would call you. Gosh, I feel so bad.” “Don't. It's okay Vio.” “You sure?” “Positive.” “So, what are you doing?” “Um... Shannon and Shelly brought the fight to your house.” “As in; the yelling in the background.” “Yep, that would be the two lovebirds.” “We are not fucking lovebirds!” Shannon and Shelly both yelled in the background. “They sure do sound like it.” I commented making Shane chuckle.
“So, are you coming back soon?” “Uh, tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” “Alicia talked me into staying. Something big is supposed to happen tonight on ECW.” “Uh-huh.” “Yep.” The conversation died. Wow. We were silent for a while. “What's wrong Shane?” “Nothing.” “No, not nothing.” “Fine, I'm just lonely.” “But you've got Shannon and Shelly there to keep you company.” I joked. “But they're not you.” I was taken aback at that. Did Shane really depend on me that much as his main friend?
“I'll be in North Carolina Wednesday afternoon. Don't worry.” “Okay.” . . . “Shane.” “Yeah.” “I miss you.” And that was the truth. I really did. I really depended on him as my best friend. “I miss you too.” “That's all I needed to hear.” I whispered. We were both silent. Thinking. This conversation just changed everything. My heart was beating rapidly and I was surprised he couldn't hear it through the phone. I bit my bottom lip.
A crash in the background interrupted both of our thoughts. “Fuck you Shannon! I came back to tell you that I love you! And this is what I get?” Shelly. “You fucking love me? I find that hard to believe, Mrs. Martin!” Shannon. “You know damn well that I never married Patrick!” Shelly. “It hurt me just the same that you didn't!” Shannon. “I love you!” Shelly. “I love you too!” Shannon.
“Would you two just fucking kiss already!!!” I yelled through the phone. They yelling stopped abruptly. “Shane. Who are you talking to?” Shelly and Shannon. “V, I gotta go,” Shane whispered. “Good luck,” I whispered back. “Bye!” he said quickly. “Shane! Who the fuck is that!?!” Shannon. “Who the fuck just heard all of that?” Shelly. “It better not have been V—,” Shannon was cut off as Shane hung up on me.
“Bye...” I whispered softly, staring down at my phone sadly. Something between Shane and I had just changed and I couldn't figure out what. I sighed, closing my phone and throwing it onto the bed. Screw it!
It was about 2 hours before ECW would start. I was getting ready to leave my hotel room to meet up with Alicia who was going to drive me to the arena. I pulled my jacket on and my purse. I left the room and got into an elevator by myself. I came out and walked out into the lobby. Alicia said she would meet me in the parking lot.
I walked out side and the cold wind hit me. I pulled my jacket closer around me and I stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets. My hand brushed against something in my pocket. I pulled out the crumpled piece of paper. It was the note from Monday.
* * *
I yawned. The girls were busy with their RAW stuff so I was alone. I was walking down the halls aimlessly. I finally shrugged and figured I'd head back to Mark's locker room. I neared the door and noticed a white piece of paper stuck to the door. When I got close enough, I saw that it read: Violet. I cocked my head to the side, confused. Who was this from?
I pulled the note off the door and walked inside the locker room. I unfolded the note and read what it said.
Violet,
I was wonderin g if sometime, when you aren't busy with SmackDown stuff, if you wanted to grab a bite to eat. So, call me if you want to set up a date. I would really like to get to know you better!
John C.
I smirked to myself. John Cena wanted to go on a date with me. Also, he was afraid of getting rejected, hence the way he had asked me out through a note. This way he wouldn't get rejected to his face, he simply just wouldn't know. But I wasn't going to reject a date with the World Heavyweight Champion!
* * *
A smile curled at my lips as I folded the paper back up again and continued walking to where I saw Alicia standing outside her rental talking to a young guy who was very muscular. I neared them and Alicia saw me. She waved and the guy turned to look at me. I swear his eyes almost popped out of his head. Was I really that attractive?
“Hey Violet!” Alicia said with a sweet smile. “This is the guy I'm managing on ECW; Gabriel.” She introduced. He offered his hand. “I'm Violet Pierce. Hurricane Helms' manager and valet on SmackDown.” I greeted shaking his hand. I shivered. “Okay, major brrrrr! It's freezing out here! Let's get in the car!” Alicia said laughing while shaking due to the cold.
We all quickly climbed into the car. Gabriel blasted the heater after he started the car. “I need a fucking parka!” I exclaimed. That made Gabriel and Alicia laugh. “So, how do you two know each other?” Gabriel asked. Alicia and I shared a smile. “Well, Violet and I trained together in FCW for a long time!” Alicia laughed. “Yeah, we tagged together quite a bit too. Then I got offered a contract on SmackDown and Alicia followed a little less than a year later,” I finished. “Cool,” Gabriel said nodding.
He pulled into the designated 'Superstar Parking' area and we all got out. “Still cold!” I exclaimed as we hustled to get inside the heated arena. “I'll see you later!” Alicia called to Gabriel over her shoulder as we walked off to the ECW Diva's locker room. When we entered Katie Lea was the only other diva in there. “Are you two the only divas?” I asked. Alicia nodded, “well, there's Tiffany too, but she doesn't spend any time in here so it's mainly just Katie and I.”
For the next hour I got to know Katie. She actually was really nice and we had a lot in common. We became friends quickly and the three of us had a lot of fun just hanging out.
Then ECW started. “C'mon!” Alicia exclaimed grabbing my wrist as well as Kate's and pulling us out of the locker room. She stopped when we arrived at the gorilla position. Tommy Dreamer smiled at us and I waved to him. Then I focused on the screen that everyone was staring at intently.
Jack Swagger, the ECW World Heavyweight Champion, was standing in the ring... talking. Really? I didn't know that lug could talk. He looked like a talking ass! Anyways. He continued... blah blah blah. Then suddenly, familiar yet unfamiliar theme music started and a blond man appeared and started heading down to the ring. “HOLY SHIT!!!! IT'S CHRISTIAN FUCKING CAGE!!!!!!!” I screamed! Shocked.
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