The Shaman of Sexy - John Morrison

"From Los Angeles, California...John Morrison!" The ring announcer announced.  The crowd cheered loudly.  "And his tag-team partner...she is from Cameron, North Carolina...Julia Hardy!"  The crowd cheered just as loud.  I came dancing out; I skipped over to the barriers and high-fived fans and all.  Jumping into the ring beside John, I hugged him tightly. 

            "Glad I got chosen as your tag partner tonight." I said smiling up at him.

            “So am I.” He murmured back, leaning against the ropes, waiting on our opponents for the night. 

            “And their opponents from Cleveland, Ohio the Miz!” The announcer said.  And Miz came out; the booing that ensued made me go deaf!  I glanced over at John, trying not to laugh, he looked amused. “And from Los Angeles, California Maryse!”  She came out, did her entrance and such.  They got in the ring.

            “I want a clean match.” The ref said.  I looked at John with the ‘not gonna happen’ look, he nodded at me. 

            The bell rang and Maryse and I started it.  (Since I suck at writing matches I’ll skip to the end)  Maryse and I were fighting outside the ring while John pinned Miz. 

            “1…2…3!” The ref called, the crowd went wild.  Maryse and I were still fighting; I shoved her away and jumped into the ring, wrapping my arms around John.  He hugged me tightly and we went backstage. 

            As we were walking I felt the back of my shirt get grabbed, pulling me back painfully fast.  “You think you can just push me and walk away?” A voice hissed in my ear, it was Maryse.

            I whipped around fast and knocked her back, “Yes, I do actually. You have no control over me.” I snapped back, crossing my arms.

            “You think so?” She hissed. 

            “Just because you did those things to Jeff doesn’t mean you can to me!” I yelled.  The people in the back gasped, they knew I didn’t talk about what happened to Jeff. 

            “Julia, come on let’s get out of here.” John murmured grasping my arm and starting to pull me away. 

            “Yeah, let your little boyfriend pull you off. You’re too scared to fight me anyways.” She said tauntingly, she was trying to goad me and it was working.  She paused a moment, “Jeff was always a weak person anyways, I guess it runs in the family.”  That was the last straw.  With a yell of rage I threw myself at her, wanting to rip the hair from her scalp.  The demons inside me were screaming in anger, telling me to hurt her badly.  John’s arms weren’t strong enough to hold me back; I tore away from his grasp and launched myself at her.  She wasn’t expecting me to fight back.

            I scratched at her face, wanting to tear her apart bit by bit.  I pulled out handfuls of fake blonde hair and made long scratches down her face. 

            “Come on, get off her.” The calm, steady voice of one of the trainers spoke, prying me off of her.  I growled and snarled like a feral animal, still trying to get to the girl lying on the hard floor.  “Come on…” He said, gently pulling me to a back room to let me calm down.  It was probably Jeremy that was with me, he was good about being calm with me; all the other trainers would freak out and shove me around.  And that usually resulted in the trainers being hurt as well.  I was led into a room; I looked up, and it was Jeremy. 

            “What happened?” He said, taking a seat in a steel folding chair, leaving me to pace, scream, cuss and kick at my own will.