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Friend Or Foe: Chapter 9 Shane Matt FIGHT!
And so now, it was Friday once again. SmackDown was going to start soon and I hadn't seen Shane all day. I was sitting in catering by myself. Everyone else was busy getting ready, but I had nothing to do tonight, so, I just chilled. I was flipping through a magazine absently and listening to my iPod when someone burst into catering.
“He knows!?!” Jeff exclaimed. I looked up at him. His words had been inaudible thanks to my loud music and earphones. I pulled them out and looked at him. Asking him to repeat whatever it is he said. “He knows?” his voice was calmer this time. “Who knows what?” I didn't comprehend what we were talking about just yet. “Shane!” we both said at the same time. “Yes Shane,” Jeff said sourly. “Whoa, calm down, Nero. He was totally calm about it,” I said holding up my hands in the air defensively. “When was that?” he asked. “Wednesday night, Thrusday morning. I woke up crying and, well, it just kinda came out,” I said biting my lip.
“Look at this then,” Jeff said frustrated as he turned on the TV in catering. My mind pieced everything together bit by bit. Shane. Interview. Matt. Wrong. Friends. In simpler math. Shane + Interview + Matt = FIGHT!!!! “Shit,” I muttered under my breath, jumping to my feet quickly. Jeff and I raced out of catering and straight toward Shane. “Shane, what are you doing?” I asked grabbing his shoulders. “I think it's about time I get to add in my opinion,” he said angrily. “Shane, what happened? What's wrong?” I asked worriedly.
“What happened was Matt hurt you. What's wrong is the fact that you forgave him,” Shane said, calming down slowly. I was a little hurt about the last sentence but I brushed it off. “What are you going to do then, huh?” I asked him, meeting his gaze. “I-I don't know,” he fumbled for some kind of plan. “Do you think Matt's gonna want to go out there and have a fucking conversation with you now that he knows you know?” I asked cocking an eyebrow.
Yeah, I was a little ticked. Not at Shane. But at Matt, he's the one who started all of this. “No, I know that Violet,” Shane said finally finding the right words. “Then what are you gonna do? Go out and there and just have a fist fight?” I asked lowering my head and lifting my shoulders, showing that I thought it was stupid.
His mouth set in a grim line, “Yeah, Violet, that's exactly what I'm going to do,” he said. His eyes were soft. I let go of his shoulders, letting them slide down his arms. “I know I can't stop you. So, just be careful,” I whispered keeping my eyes on the floor. “Tabby,” he said softly lifting my chin gently. “I'll be fine.”
But he wasn't...
I ran down to the ring after everything happened. Matt was gone, thank the lord. Now it was just me and Jimmy running down there to help them because everyone thought Jeff was at home, in bed, or something along those lines. Anyways.
I was on my knees beside Shane instantly. I cupped his face in my hands. Jimmy was standing to my left and had a hand on my shoulder. I glanced up at him thankfully as the tears threatened to fall. Shane's eyes slowly opened. “Vio,” he said softly. “Shh, Shane, the refs are gonna come help you backstage,” I said in a gentle whisper. He nodded and I chewed my bottom lip. He closed his eyes again and I ran a hand through his hair to wake him. “Shane, you can't fall asleep. You have to stay with me,” I said sternly but softly.
He nodded again and did his best to try to keep his eyes open. The refs helped him up and then walked him backstage. They took him to the trainer's room while Jimmy, Jeff, and I waited on some folding chairs outside. I was sitting, elbows on knees, head in hands. I was trying not to cry. I'd been doing to much of that the past week. Jeff had a hand placed warmly on my back and I could feel Jimmy's worried gaze on me. Ron joined us shortly and looked just as worried as I did.
I took a ragged breath. And my mind screamed, MISTAKE! The tears started falling. My shoulders started shaking. I couldn't take all this damn stress! I bit my bottom lip, trying to decide. What should I do? What next? Who next? Why should I stay? Jeff broke me out of my mental questioning prison. “Violet, please don't cry. I need you to be strong. Cause god know you're the only one that has been strong lately,” Jeff said as he crouched down in front of me. He pushed my bangs back behind my ears.
I shook my head, “I can't do this anymore! I told him and look what happened!” I yelled through my sobs. “Wait! She told him?” Ron said and I could hear the note of panic in it. “Yes I told him!” I snapped, “I just couldn't lie to him anymore,” I said, softer than before. All three of them nodded. “I've cried way too much in the past 48 hours. I'm so fucking tired, I haven't gotten any sleep. Vickie won't give me any matches. My life is fucking screwed,” I listed off all the things in my life that sucked.
Just then, the trainer came out. “Um, he should be fine. I want to keep him with me for the rest of the show. Vickie's giving him some time off. I need someone with him at all times,” the trainer informed us. I raised my hand, “that someone would be me.” The trainer nodded to me briskly then ducked back inside the room. “I guess we can go then,” Jeff said shrugging. “You guys go ahead. I'm gonna stay here and wait,” I said running a hand through my hair. I wiped at my eyes and tried to smile at them.
I couldn't fool them but they complied and left me alone. And I waited.
Finally the show ended and the trainer told me I could take Shane back to the hotel. I smiled at him as I entered the trainer's room carrying both my bags and his. “I can carry mine,” Shane protested. But I just smiled sweetly and shook my head. “Nope,” I responded, my grin turning into a triumphant smirk as his shoulders slumped in defeat. “Fine, whatever,” he grumbled. “Come on Shane,” I groaned, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the trainer's room. I thanked the head trainer on our way out. We were halfway out of the arena when he showed up.
Matt. He stalked across our path. Not even noticing us. I let out a breath of relief as he walked on as if we hadn't been there. I chewed my bottom lip and then we continued to my rental car. I put our bags in the trunk and Shane got in on the passenger side. I smirked as I got into the driver's side. I started the car and started the short drive back to our hotel. We were both completely silent, for fear of an angry outburst from either one of us. We couldn't afford to be fighting as well.
The things that were most important that I missed while sitting outside the trainer's room were A) Michelle beat Eve; fuck. And B) MVP defeated Shelton; thank the lord! C) Jeff was put into the Elimination Chamber at No Way Out. That's just freaking awesome. He so deserves another chance at the title. He deserves to get it back. He was a great champion in my opinion!
So, I missed all of that. Anyway, now I was in our hotel room. I had just finished taking a shower and was walking around the hotel room, in my sweats and US Marines t-shirt, towel-drying my hair. Shane was lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling. I glanced over at him, throwing my towel on the bathroom floor. I then plopped down on the side of Shane's bed that he wasn't occupying. I sat cross-legged and looked at him curiously. “What's up?” I asked.
He let out a heavy breath. “Nothing, Vio. . . I'm sorry,” he sighed. “Sorry for what?” seriously and truthfully I didn't know what he was talking about. “About what happened earlier today. Me attacking Matt. That must have been hard for you,” he said, in a voice just barely above a whisper. I smiled at him, “Shane, I'm not as delicate about the whole thing as you think I am. I don't really care what you do to Matt. I don't have feelings for him anymore,” I told him matter-of-fact-ly. Shane grinned.
He closed his eyes and just relaxed. I smiled and laid down next to him. He turned his head and smiled at me. “Now I won't want to get up. You don't mind right?” I asked. “Not at all,” he said smiling and shaking his head. I tilted my head toward his and he leaned his toward mine so the sides of our heads were touching. “I wish everything wasn't so complicated,” I sighed. “I can't wrestle for another two weeks,” Shane said quietly, out of nowhere. I sat straight up and stared down at him. He saw my shocked face, “he knocked me out Vio. It's obvious that it's gonna do some damage,” Shane said shrugging.
“You all know I hate seeing any of you guys hurt. It's hard for me,” I said darting my eyes away from him. Shane and I both sighed simultaneously. I smiled slightly. After a while of silence I laid back down next to Shane. “I'm gonna go to RAW this week. I'm gonna go with Mark,” I said staring up at the ceiling. “You sure you wanna go?” he asked quietly. I shrugged, “Ric's gonna be there, Shawn's gonna be there, Mark's gonna be there. I think I'll be fine,” I said with a smirk.
“I know you'll be fine. But if something happens while you're gone. It's so you're fault,” he chuckled softly. “Okay, I'll take the blame in advance. 'It's my fault,'” we both laughed at that. We were lost in our giggling and joking and I didn't notice how tired we both were until suddenly I rested my head on his chest and seconds later we had both drifted off into sleep.
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“He knows!?!” Jeff exclaimed. I looked up at him. His words had been inaudible thanks to my loud music and earphones. I pulled them out and looked at him. Asking him to repeat whatever it is he said. “He knows?” his voice was calmer this time. “Who knows what?” I didn't comprehend what we were talking about just yet. “Shane!” we both said at the same time. “Yes Shane,” Jeff said sourly. “Whoa, calm down, Nero. He was totally calm about it,” I said holding up my hands in the air defensively. “When was that?” he asked. “Wednesday night, Thrusday morning. I woke up crying and, well, it just kinda came out,” I said biting my lip.
“Look at this then,” Jeff said frustrated as he turned on the TV in catering. My mind pieced everything together bit by bit. Shane. Interview. Matt. Wrong. Friends. In simpler math. Shane + Interview + Matt = FIGHT!!!! “Shit,” I muttered under my breath, jumping to my feet quickly. Jeff and I raced out of catering and straight toward Shane. “Shane, what are you doing?” I asked grabbing his shoulders. “I think it's about time I get to add in my opinion,” he said angrily. “Shane, what happened? What's wrong?” I asked worriedly.
“What happened was Matt hurt you. What's wrong is the fact that you forgave him,” Shane said, calming down slowly. I was a little hurt about the last sentence but I brushed it off. “What are you going to do then, huh?” I asked him, meeting his gaze. “I-I don't know,” he fumbled for some kind of plan. “Do you think Matt's gonna want to go out there and have a fucking conversation with you now that he knows you know?” I asked cocking an eyebrow.
Yeah, I was a little ticked. Not at Shane. But at Matt, he's the one who started all of this. “No, I know that Violet,” Shane said finally finding the right words. “Then what are you gonna do? Go out and there and just have a fist fight?” I asked lowering my head and lifting my shoulders, showing that I thought it was stupid.
His mouth set in a grim line, “Yeah, Violet, that's exactly what I'm going to do,” he said. His eyes were soft. I let go of his shoulders, letting them slide down his arms. “I know I can't stop you. So, just be careful,” I whispered keeping my eyes on the floor. “Tabby,” he said softly lifting my chin gently. “I'll be fine.”
But he wasn't...
I ran down to the ring after everything happened. Matt was gone, thank the lord. Now it was just me and Jimmy running down there to help them because everyone thought Jeff was at home, in bed, or something along those lines. Anyways.
I was on my knees beside Shane instantly. I cupped his face in my hands. Jimmy was standing to my left and had a hand on my shoulder. I glanced up at him thankfully as the tears threatened to fall. Shane's eyes slowly opened. “Vio,” he said softly. “Shh, Shane, the refs are gonna come help you backstage,” I said in a gentle whisper. He nodded and I chewed my bottom lip. He closed his eyes again and I ran a hand through his hair to wake him. “Shane, you can't fall asleep. You have to stay with me,” I said sternly but softly.
He nodded again and did his best to try to keep his eyes open. The refs helped him up and then walked him backstage. They took him to the trainer's room while Jimmy, Jeff, and I waited on some folding chairs outside. I was sitting, elbows on knees, head in hands. I was trying not to cry. I'd been doing to much of that the past week. Jeff had a hand placed warmly on my back and I could feel Jimmy's worried gaze on me. Ron joined us shortly and looked just as worried as I did.
I took a ragged breath. And my mind screamed, MISTAKE! The tears started falling. My shoulders started shaking. I couldn't take all this damn stress! I bit my bottom lip, trying to decide. What should I do? What next? Who next? Why should I stay? Jeff broke me out of my mental questioning prison. “Violet, please don't cry. I need you to be strong. Cause god know you're the only one that has been strong lately,” Jeff said as he crouched down in front of me. He pushed my bangs back behind my ears.
I shook my head, “I can't do this anymore! I told him and look what happened!” I yelled through my sobs. “Wait! She told him?” Ron said and I could hear the note of panic in it. “Yes I told him!” I snapped, “I just couldn't lie to him anymore,” I said, softer than before. All three of them nodded. “I've cried way too much in the past 48 hours. I'm so fucking tired, I haven't gotten any sleep. Vickie won't give me any matches. My life is fucking screwed,” I listed off all the things in my life that sucked.
Just then, the trainer came out. “Um, he should be fine. I want to keep him with me for the rest of the show. Vickie's giving him some time off. I need someone with him at all times,” the trainer informed us. I raised my hand, “that someone would be me.” The trainer nodded to me briskly then ducked back inside the room. “I guess we can go then,” Jeff said shrugging. “You guys go ahead. I'm gonna stay here and wait,” I said running a hand through my hair. I wiped at my eyes and tried to smile at them.
I couldn't fool them but they complied and left me alone. And I waited.
Finally the show ended and the trainer told me I could take Shane back to the hotel. I smiled at him as I entered the trainer's room carrying both my bags and his. “I can carry mine,” Shane protested. But I just smiled sweetly and shook my head. “Nope,” I responded, my grin turning into a triumphant smirk as his shoulders slumped in defeat. “Fine, whatever,” he grumbled. “Come on Shane,” I groaned, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the trainer's room. I thanked the head trainer on our way out. We were halfway out of the arena when he showed up.
Matt. He stalked across our path. Not even noticing us. I let out a breath of relief as he walked on as if we hadn't been there. I chewed my bottom lip and then we continued to my rental car. I put our bags in the trunk and Shane got in on the passenger side. I smirked as I got into the driver's side. I started the car and started the short drive back to our hotel. We were both completely silent, for fear of an angry outburst from either one of us. We couldn't afford to be fighting as well.
The things that were most important that I missed while sitting outside the trainer's room were A) Michelle beat Eve; fuck. And B) MVP defeated Shelton; thank the lord! C) Jeff was put into the Elimination Chamber at No Way Out. That's just freaking awesome. He so deserves another chance at the title. He deserves to get it back. He was a great champion in my opinion!
So, I missed all of that. Anyway, now I was in our hotel room. I had just finished taking a shower and was walking around the hotel room, in my sweats and US Marines t-shirt, towel-drying my hair. Shane was lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling. I glanced over at him, throwing my towel on the bathroom floor. I then plopped down on the side of Shane's bed that he wasn't occupying. I sat cross-legged and looked at him curiously. “What's up?” I asked.
He let out a heavy breath. “Nothing, Vio. . . I'm sorry,” he sighed. “Sorry for what?” seriously and truthfully I didn't know what he was talking about. “About what happened earlier today. Me attacking Matt. That must have been hard for you,” he said, in a voice just barely above a whisper. I smiled at him, “Shane, I'm not as delicate about the whole thing as you think I am. I don't really care what you do to Matt. I don't have feelings for him anymore,” I told him matter-of-fact-ly. Shane grinned.
He closed his eyes and just relaxed. I smiled and laid down next to him. He turned his head and smiled at me. “Now I won't want to get up. You don't mind right?” I asked. “Not at all,” he said smiling and shaking his head. I tilted my head toward his and he leaned his toward mine so the sides of our heads were touching. “I wish everything wasn't so complicated,” I sighed. “I can't wrestle for another two weeks,” Shane said quietly, out of nowhere. I sat straight up and stared down at him. He saw my shocked face, “he knocked me out Vio. It's obvious that it's gonna do some damage,” Shane said shrugging.
“You all know I hate seeing any of you guys hurt. It's hard for me,” I said darting my eyes away from him. Shane and I both sighed simultaneously. I smiled slightly. After a while of silence I laid back down next to Shane. “I'm gonna go to RAW this week. I'm gonna go with Mark,” I said staring up at the ceiling. “You sure you wanna go?” he asked quietly. I shrugged, “Ric's gonna be there, Shawn's gonna be there, Mark's gonna be there. I think I'll be fine,” I said with a smirk.
“I know you'll be fine. But if something happens while you're gone. It's so you're fault,” he chuckled softly. “Okay, I'll take the blame in advance. 'It's my fault,'” we both laughed at that. We were lost in our giggling and joking and I didn't notice how tired we both were until suddenly I rested my head on his chest and seconds later we had both drifted off into sleep.
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