Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 6 The Lunatic

40 minutes later.

By the time I finished I was confused and a little frustrated at the papers on the floor in front of me. I heard the key in the door and Phil walked in, looking relaxed and happy. When he turned around a bewildered look came across his face. I was sitting in the middle of the room with the script spread out around me. My hair was wild and up in a huge bun on the top of my head. I had one of his shirts on and a pair of shorts.

"What the hell are you doing woman?" Phil laughed at my frustrated face as he stretched out on the bed after throwing his jacket on the couch.

"This script is weird. I don't get it. There's not a lot of dialogue and it's mostly just matches and who is going out with who." I explained, picking up the papers.

"That's how the scripts are now. We get an idea of what we're doing and go with it. It's how the Authority gets away with the things they do with the Shield." He explained, resting his head in his hand.

"Fuck." I groaned.

"Are you going to be able to do this? I know they used to script everything back when you were here." He asked, picking up the paper and scanning it.

"Ya I can do this. Explain to me what's been going on with the Authority and Shield." I asked, turning on my ass and facing him.

"The Authority and Shield are the only ones who know what's apparently best for business." He explained, putting up quotations, "We never know when they're going to come out or interrupt a match. Everyone else gets a time to go out and interrupt or cut a promo."

"So they can come out whenever they please?"

"They have a run of this place Lila. I told you. They have enemies both on and off screen. They have built a reputation on destroying some of the best wrestlers in the business. No one crosses them. Especially with that lunatic Ambrose." He growled, putting the papers down again.

"They've done it to you more than once?"

"I can only take so much Lila."

"Damn. OK well this should be interesting. How was John's?" I murmured, scooping up my papers in a pile and putting them back together.

"Good. Kicked everyone's ass when you left. Your too damn good at those games." He laughed, lying on his back and kicking his shoes off.

"Sure you did. I got a Diva photo shoot on Friday after Smackdown. You wanna come?" I mentioned, pulling my hair out and grabbing a brush.

"Sure why not. How are you going to keep it a secret than?" He questioned, pulling sweats from his bag.

"I'm the last one. Steph made sure of that." I explained.

He nodded and slipped into the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror in the room, brushing out the tangles in my hair. It was getting pretty long and I thought about going to get it fixed before my debut on Monday. I was getting a little nervous. Twisting my hair to the side I put the ponytail at the bottom and let it rest on the side. Turning the TV off I jumped into bed, making sure my phone was plugged in on the table. Phil came out of the bathroom, heading to the light switches.

"You look tired." He commented, scratching his stomach.

I nodded, leaning up against the pillows. He was barefoot and in a pair of grey sweats hanging low on his hip, and shirtless. It was my favorite look on him, relaxed and sleepy. I was tired but hurt and my mind was racing. Opening the curtains he shut the light and the moon was bright enough the keep the room from being completely dark. I watched him walk across the room and dive across my legs to his side of the bed. There were two in here but we shared, preferring the company. He slipped under the sheet, having kicked the comforter off earlier. I slid down resting my hand on my stomach.