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You can look but you can't touch. You keep dreaming on the stars above.
I watched her strut her pretty little self to the ring almost every single Monday Night and it amazed me how she didn't notice me in the crowd. I don't think she wanted to if she knew I was here. That's because of John Cena. I can hop over this barricade and beat the hell out of him for being in a relationship with my wife. I could. That was a possibility tonight. However, I'm not going to do that. Why give these people the satisfaction of seeing me wrestle their precious poster boy? No, they don't deserve that privilege.
Besides, I'm an ROH guy. That's where I reign as champion for two hundred seventy one days in counting. I only come to these WWE events for her. I don't think she's ever attended my wrestling shows and you'd think her being my wife, she'd support me in these things. But no. I haven't heard from her in three years and our anniversary is coming up. Maybe she'll call. Maybe she won't. It's a waiting game at best.
I watched "Fearless" Nikki enter the ring but all I saw was Flawless Nikki. She was perfect, no doubt, but I knew what was coming afterward. Week after week, Nikki was being tormented as retaliation against her twin sister, Brie. Brie quit to take care of her goat, I mean, husband during surgery or something. Since Brie had pretty much given the boss hell, basically they're punishing Nikki for it. It doesn't make sense but really? When does anything in WWE make sense? I've been a fan all of my life and each time I watch, I question half of the shit that goes on.
Pretty soon, I'll be apart of that shit. My reign as Ring of Honor World Champion and also my contract are quickly coming to an end. I've already gotten the phone call that all professional wrestlers feed off of. Triple HHH pretty much said I'd be starting off on NXT which is their developmental territory. Once I dominate that, because let's face it I will, I can get on main roster. Then take over the world.
The problem with that is Nikki. I doubt she's ready to face me after abandoning me after all this. She went back and lived her life as if I didn't exist at all. I wrestled to distract myself from missing her but I, not once, took off this wedding band around my finger. I meant what I said when I said I do. I thought she did to. You have to admire Nicole's upgrade though. She went from me, this zero in Indy wrestling, to John Cena, the biggest name in sports entertainment. You can go into a crowd of people and ten of them will know who John Cena is. You go in the same room and maybe, just maybe, they'll know who I am. I can see why Nikki chose him, go big or go home is what I always say.
I stood watching the beating my wife was receiving from three of the WWE divas. The one with red hair kept taunting her and as soon as she's get the upper hand on her, the other two would just gang up on her. It was really difficult to watch but it's like a train wreck, you know? You wanna look away but you can't. All I wanted to do was step in that ring and save her since, as usual, John wasn't going to. Such a man. To sit on the sidelines and watch his woman be manhandled is stupid. Even though that's exactly what I'm doing.
"Come on, Nikki, come on." I mumbled under my breath as fans cheered for her. That only encouraged the other divas to more damage. I started pacing. I don't know how much longer I can just stand here and do nothing as my wife is outnumbered by these women. I know that if I hop over this barricade and save Nikki, I'd put a lot on the line. Haven't talking to her in three years doesn't help at all either. The question wasn't whether I'd do it or not because I would. The question was should I?
Yes. Nicole is worth it. I quickly hopped over the barricade and quickly slid in the ring. My wife was on the mat and all three divas she was up against were on top of her wailing on her. I picked up two of them and slung them off of her. I turned around and picked up the one with red hair, who was the one left on her and picked her up doing the same. I looked at all three of them and they all looked terrified. I smirked then turn to face Nicole. She held onto the ropes and pulled herself up to her feet, staring at me. Her expression read shock and I nodded, as if I got it. Her lip was bleeding so I reached, swiped her lip with my thumb getting most of the blood off her lip, then licked my thumb.
I smiled at her one more time then dropped, rolling out of the ring. I hopped back over the barricade and started heading toward the exit, leaving my wife and the WWE universe, puzzled.
