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Friend Or Foe: Chapter 21 Sargent Damine Pierce
I was backstage again. Just chilling with Eve, Brie, and Nattie. We were laughing and it slowly died down. “Hey, do any of you ladies know where Maria is?” I asked. They all shook their heads and Nattie spoke. “I dunno. But my guess is, she's wherever John is, trying to win him over,” Nattie rolled her eyes, annoyed. “Such a playboy bunny,” she said with disgust.
I agreed with Nattie, but Maria had been one of the first friends I made in the WWE, so I couldn't hate her, but I would never agree to be in playboy. No matter what they gave me. Never. I placed my hands on my hips and laughed. “Well, I don't see her with John, do you?” I asked looking pointedly over where John was standing, watching our group.
The girls all giggled. “Vio, I think John is watching you,” Brie whispered. I looked back at Brie and shrugged. “He asked me out last time I was at RAW,” I told them, sounding uninterested. All of their jaws dropped, “and you didn't give him an answer?” Eve asked. I nodded, “he left a note on Mark's locker room door for me, asking me out, I never replied. I never got the chance too,” I explained.
“Well, if you got the chance to. What would your answer be?” the unmistakable voice of John Cena asked from behind me. A smile spread across my face. “I think it'd be a yes,” I replied, turning around to face him. “Lunch. Tomorrow. I'll pick you up at your hotel room at 11:30.” and with that he smiled, nodded to my friends, and walked away.
Nattie punched my arm once he was out of sight, and I grabbed it in mock pain laughing. “You lucky little ho!” she laughed. Eve and Brie joined in. “I can't believe you just agreed to go on a date with John Cena!” Brie squealed and Eve nodded in agreement. I laughed and shrugged, “I can't help it. He is kinda hot, and he's a naturally nice guy,” I said, thinking.
Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned to meet Maria's eyes. She glared at me. “HOW COULD YOU!!!” she screeched. I cocked an eyebrow, “what?” She narrowed her eyes, “YOU BITCH! I HATE YOU!” she yelled, pushing me back by my chest. I quirked both eyebrows. “Oh hell no,” I said rolling my eyes and wiggling my finger at her.
“OH HELL YES! VIOLET! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D DO SOMETHING THIS SHALLOW!” she screamed. “Shallow. I'm not the one making a scene in front of all her coworkers over nothing.” I shot back. She made one of those exaggerated, girly groan-scream things that really plastic chicks do when their frustrated or things don't go their way. Well, anyways, it was fucking annoying. “Go back to the street where you belong, you're nothing but a 50 cent whore,” I said, loosing my self control.
Her eyes widened, she couldn't believe I had just said that. Neither could I. “UGH!” she did another one of those girly sounds before slapping me across the cheek. It didn't hurt and my head didn't turn or anything. I looked at her expectantly. “Is that all you've got?” I asked, sounding unimpressed. She glowered at me angrily, “i know you're cheating on Shane. I'll tell him. And then he'll hate you too!” she yelled, stepping away to go find Shane.
I shook my head before I snapped. I lunged at her, going for the face first. I punched her right in the nose and heard a satisfying crack. I had broken her nose. Oops! Not. I mounted her once she was down and continued punching her in the face. She tried pulling at my hair and prying me off of her, but I was obviously stronger than she was.
Suddenly, arms encircled my waist and pulled me off. “Let go of me!” I yelled but the arms held fast. I angrily thrashed against the restraints when suddenly Carmi appeared in front of me. “Violet, chill. I think you hurt her enough,” she huffed and looked pretty angry herself. I stopped fighting whoever was holding my waist. Carmi visibly relaxed when she saw my fit of rage was over.
“John, you can let her go,” she said with a grateful sigh. John released me and I turned to face him. It was John Morrison, Carmi's boyfriend, and Mike was standing a few feet away, watching. “You're lucky my brother or Jeff weren't here,” Carmi said rolling her eyes as I turned to face her again. I smirked. Placing a hand on my left hip and shifting my weight to that foot. Pulling off the perfect look of arrogance. “yeah, well. Someone had to teach that bitch a lesson,” I said with a nonchalant shrug. Carmi rolled her eyes again and chuckled lowly. “That's very true. Good job Vio,” she said, passing me, and patting my shoulder.
Now I rolled my eyes. “Hey Carmi,” I called to her. She spun around to face me, “yes Vio.” I measured her up and down. “How much of the bitch's speech did you hear?” I asked. She looked up at the ceiling and shrugged, “enough.” Sarcasm. Great. Thanks a lot Carmi. “Where is Shane?” I asked. “Locker room,” Carmi replied, grabbing John's hand and walking away together.
I sighed. I wished I could have that. Someone to hold hands with where it actually means something. Someone who would care for me and look after me when I was sick, or injured, or just feeling depressed. God knew I get depressed often. Too often sometimes. I licked my bottom lip, Maria had scratched me with her fake nail. Leaving a thin red line down my bottom lip and chin. Damn, I couldn't get out of that without a scratch.
“Ms. Pierce. I'd like to speak to you.” I cringed hearing the voice of SmackDown's general manager; Vickie Guerrero. Great. I sighed and turned around to face her. “Yes, Mrs. Guerrero?” I asked, trying to be as polite as possible. “Good, you have manners.” she rolled her eyes and I really wanted to break her nose too. “Do you know how I should punish you for this offense?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. I was tempted to flip her off and say 'by raising my salary' but I didn't. “I'd don't know Vickie. How should you?” I asked, and it didn't sound a bit sarcastic.
I could tell she was surprised I could pull that off. Well, I did drama in high school and got the lead female roll, multiple times. I was made for acting. That's why I love wrestling, cause it's a huge soap opera with some violence in it. Vickie finally spoke. “I'm not going to punish you, this time. Now, you owe me. But if I see some kind of collision like this again, involving you, it will end up with you and the other person involved being suspended. Do you understand?” she said strictly and I really wanted to strangle her.
Gosh, now I get why Adam hates this storyline so much. Her voice is sooooo annoying and it's obvious she'd be wearing the pants in the relationship. “I understand.” I replied firmly with a nod. “Good. Get that cut checked out, you may need a stitch or two.” she suggested sternly before turning and leaving.
I shook my head and started to walk toward my locker room.
It was the next morning. 8:00, to be exact. I had taken a shower, washed my hair, blow-dried it, and put new lilac streaks in it. I had repainted my nails as well, the same lilac color as my hair. I was kind of disappointed though. I had a stitch on the inside of my lip, thanks to Maria. I'm gonna have to bring that up with John. I mused mentally. Yep, I definitely will. I decided with an affirmative nod.
I was happy I didn't have to room with anyone this time. Next time I'd probably be rooming with Carmi, Yay! I smiled to myself. Rooming with Carmi is like having four sleepovers in a row. We always have loads of fun. Carmi and I are best friends, but she's also like a little sister to me. Little, due to me being just a year older than her.
I quickly pulled out a black slinky top with a black skirt that went a little past mid-thigh. I pulled on some black heels and was ready to go. There were three loud knocks on the door. I smiled to myself as I picked my purse up from the dresser. I shrugged it onto my shoulder, making sure I had my room key and cell phone as well. Then I answered the door.
John stood there, looking damn sexy. Mm mm mm... I thought, mentally licking my lips. “Hey John,” I greeted cheerfully with a smile. “Hey Violet,” he said back with a nod, as I stepped out into the hallway with him. “It's great to see you,” I said giving him a quick hug, “and please, call me Vio. Everyone comes up with a nickname for me,” I laughed. He smiled, relaxing a little.
“Okay, so is that my homework for the night, come up with a nickname for Violet?” he asked, smiling, showing off his dimples. I giggled, “sure.” We started walking down the hall toward the elevators. “So, what nicknames do you have from other people?” he questioned curiously. “Well, Vio is everyone, pretty much. Baby V is Jeff and Matt. Tabby is Shane. Mama Bugga Bugga is Shannon. Flora is Mark. And sometimes Ric and Shawn call me Little VP. My brother called me Vi-” John cut in there.
“I didn't know you have a brother?” he said, looking surprised. “How come I never see him around. I'm sure he's pretty protective of you-” he glanced me up and down looking a little terrified at the face I had a brother, “-for obvious reasons.” I laughed lightly. “Well, technically. I had a brother. He died six years ago.” I replied. His face softened. “Oh—I'm sorry...” he said softly. I shrugged, “It's okay. You didn't know,” I said with a sympathetic smile.
He looked a little embarrassed, “if you don't mind me asking, how did he die?” he asked quietly. I took a breath, “overseas, in Iraq. He was in the Marines. Suicide bomber, he was trying to save a little girl in a car. The car exploded. Killed nearly 34 civilians and 3 soldiers.” I answered quietly. “Wow.” was all he said. “His name was Damien. Sargent Damien Pierce. He was stationed in San Diego and then El Passo, where he was sent out to Iraq.” I pressed my lips together.
I glanced at John, his face was solemn. “That's horrible.” he looked up and met my eyes. “My next match is for your brother.”
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I agreed with Nattie, but Maria had been one of the first friends I made in the WWE, so I couldn't hate her, but I would never agree to be in playboy. No matter what they gave me. Never. I placed my hands on my hips and laughed. “Well, I don't see her with John, do you?” I asked looking pointedly over where John was standing, watching our group.
The girls all giggled. “Vio, I think John is watching you,” Brie whispered. I looked back at Brie and shrugged. “He asked me out last time I was at RAW,” I told them, sounding uninterested. All of their jaws dropped, “and you didn't give him an answer?” Eve asked. I nodded, “he left a note on Mark's locker room door for me, asking me out, I never replied. I never got the chance too,” I explained.
“Well, if you got the chance to. What would your answer be?” the unmistakable voice of John Cena asked from behind me. A smile spread across my face. “I think it'd be a yes,” I replied, turning around to face him. “Lunch. Tomorrow. I'll pick you up at your hotel room at 11:30.” and with that he smiled, nodded to my friends, and walked away.
Nattie punched my arm once he was out of sight, and I grabbed it in mock pain laughing. “You lucky little ho!” she laughed. Eve and Brie joined in. “I can't believe you just agreed to go on a date with John Cena!” Brie squealed and Eve nodded in agreement. I laughed and shrugged, “I can't help it. He is kinda hot, and he's a naturally nice guy,” I said, thinking.
Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned to meet Maria's eyes. She glared at me. “HOW COULD YOU!!!” she screeched. I cocked an eyebrow, “what?” She narrowed her eyes, “YOU BITCH! I HATE YOU!” she yelled, pushing me back by my chest. I quirked both eyebrows. “Oh hell no,” I said rolling my eyes and wiggling my finger at her.
“OH HELL YES! VIOLET! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D DO SOMETHING THIS SHALLOW!” she screamed. “Shallow. I'm not the one making a scene in front of all her coworkers over nothing.” I shot back. She made one of those exaggerated, girly groan-scream things that really plastic chicks do when their frustrated or things don't go their way. Well, anyways, it was fucking annoying. “Go back to the street where you belong, you're nothing but a 50 cent whore,” I said, loosing my self control.
Her eyes widened, she couldn't believe I had just said that. Neither could I. “UGH!” she did another one of those girly sounds before slapping me across the cheek. It didn't hurt and my head didn't turn or anything. I looked at her expectantly. “Is that all you've got?” I asked, sounding unimpressed. She glowered at me angrily, “i know you're cheating on Shane. I'll tell him. And then he'll hate you too!” she yelled, stepping away to go find Shane.
I shook my head before I snapped. I lunged at her, going for the face first. I punched her right in the nose and heard a satisfying crack. I had broken her nose. Oops! Not. I mounted her once she was down and continued punching her in the face. She tried pulling at my hair and prying me off of her, but I was obviously stronger than she was.
Suddenly, arms encircled my waist and pulled me off. “Let go of me!” I yelled but the arms held fast. I angrily thrashed against the restraints when suddenly Carmi appeared in front of me. “Violet, chill. I think you hurt her enough,” she huffed and looked pretty angry herself. I stopped fighting whoever was holding my waist. Carmi visibly relaxed when she saw my fit of rage was over.
“John, you can let her go,” she said with a grateful sigh. John released me and I turned to face him. It was John Morrison, Carmi's boyfriend, and Mike was standing a few feet away, watching. “You're lucky my brother or Jeff weren't here,” Carmi said rolling her eyes as I turned to face her again. I smirked. Placing a hand on my left hip and shifting my weight to that foot. Pulling off the perfect look of arrogance. “yeah, well. Someone had to teach that bitch a lesson,” I said with a nonchalant shrug. Carmi rolled her eyes again and chuckled lowly. “That's very true. Good job Vio,” she said, passing me, and patting my shoulder.
Now I rolled my eyes. “Hey Carmi,” I called to her. She spun around to face me, “yes Vio.” I measured her up and down. “How much of the bitch's speech did you hear?” I asked. She looked up at the ceiling and shrugged, “enough.” Sarcasm. Great. Thanks a lot Carmi. “Where is Shane?” I asked. “Locker room,” Carmi replied, grabbing John's hand and walking away together.
I sighed. I wished I could have that. Someone to hold hands with where it actually means something. Someone who would care for me and look after me when I was sick, or injured, or just feeling depressed. God knew I get depressed often. Too often sometimes. I licked my bottom lip, Maria had scratched me with her fake nail. Leaving a thin red line down my bottom lip and chin. Damn, I couldn't get out of that without a scratch.
“Ms. Pierce. I'd like to speak to you.” I cringed hearing the voice of SmackDown's general manager; Vickie Guerrero. Great. I sighed and turned around to face her. “Yes, Mrs. Guerrero?” I asked, trying to be as polite as possible. “Good, you have manners.” she rolled her eyes and I really wanted to break her nose too. “Do you know how I should punish you for this offense?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. I was tempted to flip her off and say 'by raising my salary' but I didn't. “I'd don't know Vickie. How should you?” I asked, and it didn't sound a bit sarcastic.
I could tell she was surprised I could pull that off. Well, I did drama in high school and got the lead female roll, multiple times. I was made for acting. That's why I love wrestling, cause it's a huge soap opera with some violence in it. Vickie finally spoke. “I'm not going to punish you, this time. Now, you owe me. But if I see some kind of collision like this again, involving you, it will end up with you and the other person involved being suspended. Do you understand?” she said strictly and I really wanted to strangle her.
Gosh, now I get why Adam hates this storyline so much. Her voice is sooooo annoying and it's obvious she'd be wearing the pants in the relationship. “I understand.” I replied firmly with a nod. “Good. Get that cut checked out, you may need a stitch or two.” she suggested sternly before turning and leaving.
I shook my head and started to walk toward my locker room.
It was the next morning. 8:00, to be exact. I had taken a shower, washed my hair, blow-dried it, and put new lilac streaks in it. I had repainted my nails as well, the same lilac color as my hair. I was kind of disappointed though. I had a stitch on the inside of my lip, thanks to Maria. I'm gonna have to bring that up with John. I mused mentally. Yep, I definitely will. I decided with an affirmative nod.
I was happy I didn't have to room with anyone this time. Next time I'd probably be rooming with Carmi, Yay! I smiled to myself. Rooming with Carmi is like having four sleepovers in a row. We always have loads of fun. Carmi and I are best friends, but she's also like a little sister to me. Little, due to me being just a year older than her.
I quickly pulled out a black slinky top with a black skirt that went a little past mid-thigh. I pulled on some black heels and was ready to go. There were three loud knocks on the door. I smiled to myself as I picked my purse up from the dresser. I shrugged it onto my shoulder, making sure I had my room key and cell phone as well. Then I answered the door.
John stood there, looking damn sexy. Mm mm mm... I thought, mentally licking my lips. “Hey John,” I greeted cheerfully with a smile. “Hey Violet,” he said back with a nod, as I stepped out into the hallway with him. “It's great to see you,” I said giving him a quick hug, “and please, call me Vio. Everyone comes up with a nickname for me,” I laughed. He smiled, relaxing a little.
“Okay, so is that my homework for the night, come up with a nickname for Violet?” he asked, smiling, showing off his dimples. I giggled, “sure.” We started walking down the hall toward the elevators. “So, what nicknames do you have from other people?” he questioned curiously. “Well, Vio is everyone, pretty much. Baby V is Jeff and Matt. Tabby is Shane. Mama Bugga Bugga is Shannon. Flora is Mark. And sometimes Ric and Shawn call me Little VP. My brother called me Vi-” John cut in there.
“I didn't know you have a brother?” he said, looking surprised. “How come I never see him around. I'm sure he's pretty protective of you-” he glanced me up and down looking a little terrified at the face I had a brother, “-for obvious reasons.” I laughed lightly. “Well, technically. I had a brother. He died six years ago.” I replied. His face softened. “Oh—I'm sorry...” he said softly. I shrugged, “It's okay. You didn't know,” I said with a sympathetic smile.
He looked a little embarrassed, “if you don't mind me asking, how did he die?” he asked quietly. I took a breath, “overseas, in Iraq. He was in the Marines. Suicide bomber, he was trying to save a little girl in a car. The car exploded. Killed nearly 34 civilians and 3 soldiers.” I answered quietly. “Wow.” was all he said. “His name was Damien. Sargent Damien Pierce. He was stationed in San Diego and then El Passo, where he was sent out to Iraq.” I pressed my lips together.
I glanced at John, his face was solemn. “That's horrible.” he looked up and met my eyes. “My next match is for your brother.”
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