WWE One Shots 2

Smoke and Mirrors ~ Scott Hall

A/N - I have a new contest book out, 'Wrestling Contests,' there is currently an aesthetic, one shot, and icon contest open if any of you would like to take part?

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"Hey you, you're coming with me!" A hand fell in front of my face, tugging the half smoked joint out of my hand, dropping it to the floor. 

"Oi!" I looked up at Scott, shaking my head at him, watching on as his heavy boots stamped away to put out the cigarette. "I was enjoying that."

"I know, but where is the fun in just smoking in the back garden when you could go out and do it somewhere pretty." His hands wrapped around my arms, lifting me up from the sun lounger with ease. 

"Our back garden is pretty." He sighed, guiding me back into the house. 

"A table and some chairs does not consist of pretty. Now get your shoes, and hurry that booty into that car, I've got a surprise." He walked off into the kitchen leaving me to put on my black heeled boots, the perfect fit to compliment my black leather jacket. I could hear him bashing around, but didn't dare say a word, sliding my tobacco packet into my pocket as I headed out onto the main road where the car was parked. 

Minutes later the slightly damaged car door opened, a constant reminder that no matter how hard he tried Scott couldn't drive in a straight line. "Alright, the boot is filled with all the things we need."

"And what are those things?" The keys fell into the engine, revving up the monster whilst Scott looked at me with a huge smirk on his face.

"I'm not that stupid Joli." I giggled, running my hand through my hair bringing it all behind my face as he unwound the windows slightly. I sighed, looking across at him. "If you want to you can." 

"No, it's alright, I'll wait until we arrive." I grabbed my bottom lip and began to chew it, a natural habit sometimes when I wanted to smoke. "Where is it that we're going?"

"I thought we could head down to the beach." My eyes widened, looking at him disbelief. 

"The beach?" I questioned, moving closer towards him from the swerve of the car quickly avoiding the one coming in the opposite direction where we rocked into the other lane. "Why are we going to the beach?"

"When do we ever go to the beach these days? It's calming, scenic, it'll be nice to see something other than a hotel room, car or wrestling ring for awhile." I didn't want to banish the idea so soon, giving Scott the benefit of the doubt that he would be able to come up with something. 

Luckily, the drive was only a few minutes thanks to what Scott interpreted to be shortcuts, and what I interpreted to be near death experiences that will not be relived. 

"Grab a bag out of the back and then get those legs moving." I didn't quite know what to take from that statement, but as I grabbed the carrier bag out of the car I could see I was in for a treat. Several beer cans laid down in the bottom of the bag.

"It's like you knew I wasn't going to enjoy being outside," I joked, lifting the bag in the air as he grabbed one of his own. 

"You can't have fun without a nice swig of beer now can you." I nodded in agreement, following behind as he started the walk down the cobbled pathway. "Have you got any preference as to where we sit?" He asked looking back at me. 

"Anywhere that is dry and clean." I caught back up by Scott's side, nudging into him. 

"That's hard considering we are at the beach love." I shrugged my shoulders, kicking a few stones out of the way of my walk. "How about over there?" He pointed across to where two logs were on the diagonal. 

"It'll do." Scott rolled his eyes, ignoring me as we walked down and sat down on a log each sitting opposite each other. "It isn't as bad as you think, admit it."

"The only way this will get good is if you open up one of those bottles as soon as possible." Without hesitation his hand fell into the bag, pulling out to bottles. 

"What the lady wants the lady gets." I nodded, reaching down into my pocket to pull out and roll one of my cigarettes up, the only way this evening could get any better. I looked up once done and saw Scott staring across at me, chewing down on his tooth pick. 

"Do you want one?" I offered, taking the beer bottle from him. 

"I'll pass." I nodded, marking the bottle into the sand, pulling out a lighter, to set the end of the joint alight. As soon as my first breath was inhaled I felt like I was in heaven, floating in the clouds rather than a thick log in the middle of sand. "It's been awhile since we got to spend any time together."

"Yeah, I guess it has." All the pressures of work drowned out reality or the vision of time for us both. 

"These are the times where we make our best memories, just the two of us." I didn't want his voice to stop, the only sound of the waves crashing blocking the sounds. I stared across at him, puffing away on my cigarette. "So many people told me you weren't the one Joli, but to me you're perfect."

"You're the best," I smiled over at him, taking a swig of my beer. "Feels so good," I muttered, letting go of a deep breath. "You know you're pretty incredible yourself." 

"I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," he teased, snapping his head away from the sea and over to me. 

"Just because I may look cold, I do have a heart you know." He nodded, sliding across to join me on my log. 

"I know." His close presence allowed me to lean down and rest my head on his shoulder, dropping my burn into the sand, stamping it away. "I wish we could stay here forever sometimes, drinking beer, you being you, me not having to turn my nose up at everyone I see." 

"We haven't seen a single person all night," I giggled, looking up at him as he took a sip of his beer. 

"I know, and hasn't it just been the best!" I chuckled, leaning back, hitting his chest with my spare hand. "I'm serious."

"Of course you are love, because you're just as much an antisocial as I am, one of the many reasons I fell in love with you." The right side of his mouth planted onto the top of my head, avoiding stabbing me with the pick. 

"That feels like forever ago, we've lost so much track of time, I wish we could go back sometimes, the good days, spend more time with each other." I nodded, squeezing him a little tighter. 

"You just got so big, everyone wanted a piece of Razor Ramon, even me." His grouchy chuckle with the irresistible deep tone made me smile, noticing the sun setting on the sea surface. 

"I never lost touch of myself, or you, for however long you think I forgot about you, just know I didn't." Scott's arm ran along my back, as we both continued to drink the intoxicating liquid. 

"I know you didn't, I know." The two of us fell silent looking out at the sea, the darkening sky approaching quicker than either of us could have imagined.

"Drink up baby girl, we've got a lot to get through, the night is still young." I saluted, downing the ends of my first bottle, quickly reaching forwards to grab another one, resisting the urge to grab myself yet another joint.