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Friend Or Foe: Chapter 33 Nothing But The Truth
“I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!” I yelled, slamming the door to Carmi's locker room open. “Who?” John asked. “Shane!” I exclaimed, close to tears. “Mommy!?!” Mike asked questioningly as he came out of the bathroom, followed by Carmi. “You don't hate him, you love him,” Carmi said, cocking an eyebrow. “I do but every time I go around him he instantly starts making out with Jamie. And anyways, how fucking long is she even gonna be here?” I asked.
“A while,” Carmi shrugged, “I guess she got injured in her storyline or something and isn't needed for a few weeks.” “It's already been two fucking weeks!” I yelled. Mike and John were standing off in the corner of the room, fearing me and my anger, obviously. Carmi walked over to me, “why don't we take this out into the hall,” she suggested. I just nodded and followed her out the door. “See you later Mommy!” Mike called, I waved over my shoulder, “bye Mikey.”
“So, he's ignoring you?” Carmi asked. I nodded, “yeah, have you talked to him lately? I mean, you are his sister, you should know who he's mad at and stuff,” I said, exasperated. Carmi sighed, “he hasn't really been talking to me either.” Carmi admitted. I frowned, “great, just great. And he's not talking to Shannon,” I huffed. “Why not?” she asked. I shrugged, “I don't know, Shannon didn't say. But he's not talking to him.” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.
“What am I gonna do Car?” I asked walking over to a stack of crates and sitting down on them. “I dunno V, but...” she trailed off with a sigh, “I don't know.” I banged my head back against the wall and Carmi cringed, “nobody knows,” I groaned. She looked at me sympathetically. We were quiet for a few minutes before I smirked.
“Gail is coming back tonight,” I said. Carmi nodded, “I know. I wanted to talk to her before the show started, but I couldn't find her,” she sighed. I shrugged, “I did too. But I haven't looked. I guess that's what I'll do...” I slipped off the crates, hugged Carmi, then headed off to find Gail.
Instead, I found Jay. “Hey Vio!” he said hugging me with a smile. “Hi Jay, long time no see.” I said. He shrugged, “that's what happens when you're buddies are on different brands.” I nodded agreement. “So are you gonna kick ass at MITB?” I asked. “Naturally,” he replied and I laughed. “Hey, have you seen Gail?” I questioned. “Yeah, she's at catering,” he said and I nodded. “Thanks Jay!” I called over my shoulder as I headed to catering.
I walk into catering and guess who's sitting with Gail. Jamie and Shane. Perfect, just perfect. I shrugged mentally and told myself to get over it. I walked over with a smile. “Hey Gail!” I said excitedly. “VIOLET!!!” she squealed, standing and hugging me. “Gosh, it's been such a long time,” I said, grinning. “I know, I know. You have to sit down and we must talk!” she insisted.
I sat down across from her, which happened to be the seat next to Shane, but I ignored him. Like he was ignoring me. And I caught up with Gail. I hadn't seen her in about a year, so it was nice to talk to her and hear what was up with her life. Finally someone who's life didn't totally suck, like mine. It made me smile to know at least some people are extremely happy with their lives.
About a halfway later I sat back with a sigh. “Well, I think that's everything Gail,” I said with a smile. She nodded, “me too.” I laughed, “Carmi wanted to talk to you, so stop by her locker room later,” I told her standing. She hugged me and then I left catering, without even looking at Shane.
Later that night during Maryse and Michelle's match, Gail returned. She had talked to Carmi before the show started, when I had been hanging out with Jeff and Matt. Now, practically the whole locker room knew that Matt and Jeff were brothers again. In real life.
It was right after Maryse and Michelle's match ended, thanks to Gail when the three women came backstage that the now famous cat fight happened. Michelle just crossed a line.
“Gail! Good job out there!” I complimented. “Thanks so much!” she said, hugging me. Maryse hugged me too, spewed something in French then headed off. Gail said she needed a shower and started walking away. And then Michelle came backstage. Her eyes instantly landed on me and she decided to use me as a way to get rid of her frustration. Bad idea. “So I heard you started crawling back in bed with Matt,” she scoffed.
I narrowed my eyes at her, “Matt and I are just friends.” I stated, trying to stay calm. “Uh-huh, sure. That's not what some of the other divas are saying,” she mumbled. “Like who?” I asked. “Maria.” Michelle answered without hesitation. “Well, Maria is a disease infested, lying prostitute so I wouldn't believe a word that comes out of her mouth,” I said with a shrug.
“Excuse me!?! What did you just say about me!?” Maria, of course was right behind me. I turned around. “That you're a disease infested, lying prostitute. I speak nothing but the truth,” I said calmly. She glared at me, “you bitch! You're the prostitute! I heard you slept with John, then broke up with him, then slept with Matt, left him and slept with Shane!” she accused.
“Well, there's the thing, you said it yourself. You heard. You don't know I did any of that. Which I didn't.” I defended. “I wouldn't believe a word she says Maria,” Michelle put in. I spun back around to face her, “would you like to say that to my face?” I asked, my voice rising slightly. “Sure, you're a fucking liar,” she said, annunciating each word.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, well, we got cowgirl playboy bunny wanna-be,” I spun around to face Maria, “playboy bunny with new fake boobs, who both don't know what the fuck they're talking about.” Both of them gasped. I rolled my eyes, “nothing but the truth, bitches, nothing but the truth.” I started to walk away but one of them grabbed my arm, spun me around, and slapped me right across the face. Wrong move.
I slapped her, Maria, right back, with nails. Oh, I left a nice scratch on her cheek. Maria stumbled back and Michelle tackled me to the floor. It was so not fair. Two against one. But I was too angry to care how many whores I was kicking the shit out of. Which is exactly what I was doing. I kicked both of those she-devil's skinny bitchy asses.
When I was down, they were crawling away from me on their hands and knees. I had busted my lip open again and could possibly have a black eye, but not a bad one. I just crossed my arms over my chest and glared down at them, “don't you ever talk about me again, like that.” I warned then, a voice ruined it all.
“Miss Pierce!” Fuck. “I told you, you only got one warning. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior.” That when I realized half of the locker room had witnessed the whole thing. Jeff, Matt, Ron, Adam, Jay, Paul, Shelton, Glen, Phil, Kofi, Montel, Carlito, Primo, Mike, Shawn, Brie, Nikki, and Nattie. The only people not there that mattered were really Carmi, John, and Shane.
“Your suspension will start the Friday after the draft. I'm will talk to the board and hopefully they will spare your job. But I wouldn't,” she said, before turning and walking away. I stared after her, fuming. “Fuck that fat hog,” I growled under my breath. “I agree,” Matt said, coming up next to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
Everyone gathered was just stunned into shock. “Weren't you supposed to get the title?” Nattie asked out loud, so the crowd could hear. I nodded. “I say we protest,” Adam stated raising his hand. “I second that motion,” Jay said in all seriousness. All around the crowd they all agreed, except Maria and Michelle who were glaring at everyone. Especially me.
I smiled halfheartedly, “thanks, it means a lot guys. But I think I'll just go with my punishment.” I said, but it went unheard. “The divas should totally protest!” Brie and Nikki exclaimed together. Nattie agreed. But I shook my head, “you guys, no. I'll just take it as a mini-vacation. Plus, I think I hurt my ankle during the bitch-fight,” I admitted, I hadn't been standing on that foot and now when I put weight on it, I flinched.
Everyone reluctantly nodded, I just smirked and saluted them before Jeff and Matt helped me walk back to their locker room, which they were sharing again. I sat down on the leather couch with a sigh. “Ugh, this sucks,” I muttered. “What sucks?” Carmi asked, walking into the locker room with John. I shook my head, “nothing.” I muttered.
Jeff looked back at Carmi a proud smile on his face. “Violet just kicked both Maria and Michelle's asses at the same time,” he announced. Carmi's jaw dropped, “why didn't one of you call me?” she asked. “Mike could've too, ya know. He was there,” Matt put in. John smirked, “honey, be mad at Mike not Jeff, Matt, and Vio.” he told her. “It was the cat fight of the century, and it was fucking awesome!” Jeff exclaimed.
I hadn't seen him so happy about something in a long time. It made me smile, “yeah, it was pretty fun.” I admitted, shrugging. “But you busted your lip again,” Carmi pointed out. I shrugged, “yeah, oh well...” it won't really matter, cause I'm gonna be gone in like a month...
Carmi studied, “what happened. Vickie the Pig must have found out.” I sighed, “she did, my suspension starts the Friday after the draft.” I told her. “How long?” she questioned. “Didn't say,” I grumbled. “That sucks! You were gonna get the title! Steph said so!” Carmi whined. I shrugged.
“The whole locker room wanted to start a protest,” Matt said. “Are they?” John asked hopefully. I shook my head and stood, “I told them not to.” I stumbled when I put weight on my injured leg and thankfully John caught me. “I need this suspension. 1) I need a freaking vacation. 2) I'm now injured. And 3) I think it'll give me time to think, ya know?” I explained.
All four of them nodded, I sat back down, “I'm not even gonna try to walk to the trainer's room.” I sighed. “I got ya,” Matt said and suddenly he lifted me up and was carrying me out of the room bridal style. “We'll be back soon!” He called over his shoulder.
“Thanks Matt,” I told him when we stopped at the trainer's office. “Any time Baby V,” he said quietly. He set me down lightly on my feet and he opened the door for me. But he stopped me before I walked in. “I still love you, ya know?” he said softly. I frowned, “I know,” I whispered then I walked into the room.
But I don't love you...
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“A while,” Carmi shrugged, “I guess she got injured in her storyline or something and isn't needed for a few weeks.” “It's already been two fucking weeks!” I yelled. Mike and John were standing off in the corner of the room, fearing me and my anger, obviously. Carmi walked over to me, “why don't we take this out into the hall,” she suggested. I just nodded and followed her out the door. “See you later Mommy!” Mike called, I waved over my shoulder, “bye Mikey.”
“So, he's ignoring you?” Carmi asked. I nodded, “yeah, have you talked to him lately? I mean, you are his sister, you should know who he's mad at and stuff,” I said, exasperated. Carmi sighed, “he hasn't really been talking to me either.” Carmi admitted. I frowned, “great, just great. And he's not talking to Shannon,” I huffed. “Why not?” she asked. I shrugged, “I don't know, Shannon didn't say. But he's not talking to him.” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.
“What am I gonna do Car?” I asked walking over to a stack of crates and sitting down on them. “I dunno V, but...” she trailed off with a sigh, “I don't know.” I banged my head back against the wall and Carmi cringed, “nobody knows,” I groaned. She looked at me sympathetically. We were quiet for a few minutes before I smirked.
“Gail is coming back tonight,” I said. Carmi nodded, “I know. I wanted to talk to her before the show started, but I couldn't find her,” she sighed. I shrugged, “I did too. But I haven't looked. I guess that's what I'll do...” I slipped off the crates, hugged Carmi, then headed off to find Gail.
Instead, I found Jay. “Hey Vio!” he said hugging me with a smile. “Hi Jay, long time no see.” I said. He shrugged, “that's what happens when you're buddies are on different brands.” I nodded agreement. “So are you gonna kick ass at MITB?” I asked. “Naturally,” he replied and I laughed. “Hey, have you seen Gail?” I questioned. “Yeah, she's at catering,” he said and I nodded. “Thanks Jay!” I called over my shoulder as I headed to catering.
I walk into catering and guess who's sitting with Gail. Jamie and Shane. Perfect, just perfect. I shrugged mentally and told myself to get over it. I walked over with a smile. “Hey Gail!” I said excitedly. “VIOLET!!!” she squealed, standing and hugging me. “Gosh, it's been such a long time,” I said, grinning. “I know, I know. You have to sit down and we must talk!” she insisted.
I sat down across from her, which happened to be the seat next to Shane, but I ignored him. Like he was ignoring me. And I caught up with Gail. I hadn't seen her in about a year, so it was nice to talk to her and hear what was up with her life. Finally someone who's life didn't totally suck, like mine. It made me smile to know at least some people are extremely happy with their lives.
About a halfway later I sat back with a sigh. “Well, I think that's everything Gail,” I said with a smile. She nodded, “me too.” I laughed, “Carmi wanted to talk to you, so stop by her locker room later,” I told her standing. She hugged me and then I left catering, without even looking at Shane.
Later that night during Maryse and Michelle's match, Gail returned. She had talked to Carmi before the show started, when I had been hanging out with Jeff and Matt. Now, practically the whole locker room knew that Matt and Jeff were brothers again. In real life.
It was right after Maryse and Michelle's match ended, thanks to Gail when the three women came backstage that the now famous cat fight happened. Michelle just crossed a line.
“Gail! Good job out there!” I complimented. “Thanks so much!” she said, hugging me. Maryse hugged me too, spewed something in French then headed off. Gail said she needed a shower and started walking away. And then Michelle came backstage. Her eyes instantly landed on me and she decided to use me as a way to get rid of her frustration. Bad idea. “So I heard you started crawling back in bed with Matt,” she scoffed.
I narrowed my eyes at her, “Matt and I are just friends.” I stated, trying to stay calm. “Uh-huh, sure. That's not what some of the other divas are saying,” she mumbled. “Like who?” I asked. “Maria.” Michelle answered without hesitation. “Well, Maria is a disease infested, lying prostitute so I wouldn't believe a word that comes out of her mouth,” I said with a shrug.
“Excuse me!?! What did you just say about me!?” Maria, of course was right behind me. I turned around. “That you're a disease infested, lying prostitute. I speak nothing but the truth,” I said calmly. She glared at me, “you bitch! You're the prostitute! I heard you slept with John, then broke up with him, then slept with Matt, left him and slept with Shane!” she accused.
“Well, there's the thing, you said it yourself. You heard. You don't know I did any of that. Which I didn't.” I defended. “I wouldn't believe a word she says Maria,” Michelle put in. I spun back around to face her, “would you like to say that to my face?” I asked, my voice rising slightly. “Sure, you're a fucking liar,” she said, annunciating each word.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, well, we got cowgirl playboy bunny wanna-be,” I spun around to face Maria, “playboy bunny with new fake boobs, who both don't know what the fuck they're talking about.” Both of them gasped. I rolled my eyes, “nothing but the truth, bitches, nothing but the truth.” I started to walk away but one of them grabbed my arm, spun me around, and slapped me right across the face. Wrong move.
I slapped her, Maria, right back, with nails. Oh, I left a nice scratch on her cheek. Maria stumbled back and Michelle tackled me to the floor. It was so not fair. Two against one. But I was too angry to care how many whores I was kicking the shit out of. Which is exactly what I was doing. I kicked both of those she-devil's skinny bitchy asses.
When I was down, they were crawling away from me on their hands and knees. I had busted my lip open again and could possibly have a black eye, but not a bad one. I just crossed my arms over my chest and glared down at them, “don't you ever talk about me again, like that.” I warned then, a voice ruined it all.
“Miss Pierce!” Fuck. “I told you, you only got one warning. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior.” That when I realized half of the locker room had witnessed the whole thing. Jeff, Matt, Ron, Adam, Jay, Paul, Shelton, Glen, Phil, Kofi, Montel, Carlito, Primo, Mike, Shawn, Brie, Nikki, and Nattie. The only people not there that mattered were really Carmi, John, and Shane.
“Your suspension will start the Friday after the draft. I'm will talk to the board and hopefully they will spare your job. But I wouldn't,” she said, before turning and walking away. I stared after her, fuming. “Fuck that fat hog,” I growled under my breath. “I agree,” Matt said, coming up next to me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
Everyone gathered was just stunned into shock. “Weren't you supposed to get the title?” Nattie asked out loud, so the crowd could hear. I nodded. “I say we protest,” Adam stated raising his hand. “I second that motion,” Jay said in all seriousness. All around the crowd they all agreed, except Maria and Michelle who were glaring at everyone. Especially me.
I smiled halfheartedly, “thanks, it means a lot guys. But I think I'll just go with my punishment.” I said, but it went unheard. “The divas should totally protest!” Brie and Nikki exclaimed together. Nattie agreed. But I shook my head, “you guys, no. I'll just take it as a mini-vacation. Plus, I think I hurt my ankle during the bitch-fight,” I admitted, I hadn't been standing on that foot and now when I put weight on it, I flinched.
Everyone reluctantly nodded, I just smirked and saluted them before Jeff and Matt helped me walk back to their locker room, which they were sharing again. I sat down on the leather couch with a sigh. “Ugh, this sucks,” I muttered. “What sucks?” Carmi asked, walking into the locker room with John. I shook my head, “nothing.” I muttered.
Jeff looked back at Carmi a proud smile on his face. “Violet just kicked both Maria and Michelle's asses at the same time,” he announced. Carmi's jaw dropped, “why didn't one of you call me?” she asked. “Mike could've too, ya know. He was there,” Matt put in. John smirked, “honey, be mad at Mike not Jeff, Matt, and Vio.” he told her. “It was the cat fight of the century, and it was fucking awesome!” Jeff exclaimed.
I hadn't seen him so happy about something in a long time. It made me smile, “yeah, it was pretty fun.” I admitted, shrugging. “But you busted your lip again,” Carmi pointed out. I shrugged, “yeah, oh well...” it won't really matter, cause I'm gonna be gone in like a month...
Carmi studied, “what happened. Vickie the Pig must have found out.” I sighed, “she did, my suspension starts the Friday after the draft.” I told her. “How long?” she questioned. “Didn't say,” I grumbled. “That sucks! You were gonna get the title! Steph said so!” Carmi whined. I shrugged.
“The whole locker room wanted to start a protest,” Matt said. “Are they?” John asked hopefully. I shook my head and stood, “I told them not to.” I stumbled when I put weight on my injured leg and thankfully John caught me. “I need this suspension. 1) I need a freaking vacation. 2) I'm now injured. And 3) I think it'll give me time to think, ya know?” I explained.
All four of them nodded, I sat back down, “I'm not even gonna try to walk to the trainer's room.” I sighed. “I got ya,” Matt said and suddenly he lifted me up and was carrying me out of the room bridal style. “We'll be back soon!” He called over his shoulder.
“Thanks Matt,” I told him when we stopped at the trainer's office. “Any time Baby V,” he said quietly. He set me down lightly on my feet and he opened the door for me. But he stopped me before I walked in. “I still love you, ya know?” he said softly. I frowned, “I know,” I whispered then I walked into the room.
But I don't love you...
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