Tarnished Armor

Part Sixty

[Author's Note: Almost done with this story...Wow! Time flies when you're onto something spectacular. I'm going to end this maybe before sixty five but I'm not too sure. It's been amazing and I want to thank my fans, friends, commentors, and followers for the amazing responses. It's been a blessing, an honor and a priviledge to do this. NOW...here's where I need help. Do I a) write the third story in the Rollins Trilogy. b) redo the Ambrose story or c) work on an Orton story? Answer in the comments which you think I should do. As always, I won't leave you hanging. :D <3 ~LG~]

I was released with warm regards from the nursing staff as Melisa wheeled me out to Colby. I saw the look on his face. It was sad, grim and pained.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I don't want to talk about it."

I looked at him as he lifted me into Jenny's truck. The ride was quiet. I looked out the window.

"Where are the girls?"

"With Joe and Chel. I wanted you alone today. I needed to talk to you about things."

"What things?"

"First of all, your recovery. Are you sure you want to be on the road while you recover?"

"Yes,"

"I have news then."

"What?"

"I turn on the guys."

I continued to look out the window.

"When?"

"The following Monday after Extreme Rules."

"So in like three days,"

"Yes."

"What are they going to do with me?"

"When we go in tomorrow, Stephanie will explain that part."

"You're not giving me any heads up or anything?"

"I can't."

"Why can't you?"

"Confidentiality."

I sighed. I hated that I had to wait to hear what the hell would happen to me in the coming weeks. I would miss Jon, Joe and the love of Candy for my daughters as she awaited the birth of her own child. She wasn't that far along and honestly, it would be for the best that maybe I step away from the ring. I wasn't well. I thought of going to any other promotion that would take me. I heard TNA was as good as any and the girls there actually fought. I pondered heavily as we pulled into the driveway.

"Bug, we're here."

"I know."

"You know if I could tell you, I would."

"I know."

I cringed knowing what the future held. A conversation with my boss. I hated those. I also hated not having half the support system I had when I was in the hospital. The transition from hospital to real life again terrified me. I looked down at my phone and found a text message.

"Welcome back to the real world, Punkin Pie!"

I smiled as I realized who sent it to me. Nick and Randy were the only other two men who had this number that weren't WWE brass. I looked to see it was a Missouri number. Randy always managed to make me smile. I had one other text message.

"Remember Matthew 6:34. God's blessings to you and I'll be keeping in touch with you, Lindsay. Tim."

I smiled. The chaplain made things easy. He also didn't ever look like a usual minister so that was easy too. We got back to the house and I curled up with Colby. That's when my phone actually rang.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Lindsay, it's Paul Levesque. How are you feeling?"

"I'm weak. How are you and the family?"

"We're doing okay. I'm sorry first of all that all of this happened to you. When was the last chemo shot?"

"Yesterday,"

"They discharged you today,"

"Yes,"

"I see. I can go over your part if you'd like."

"I'd like that."

He explained to me that my wrestling would be put on hold. Colby would be their focus and that I would be an intricate part of his journey. It was either that or I would no longer have a job. Right now, I was a main female prospect but I also had to contend with the likes of Paige, April, Nikki and Brie. My chances, especially in my condition, were slim. Again, the thoughts of walking away from the job I loved pranced through my head. I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. Then I remembered the video Austin and Allen made for me to Breaking Benjamin. I will not bow. Paul went over it and I sat listening.

"There's one catch, when Randy comes back, you're going to be siding with him."

"Wait, does that mean..."

When I heard Paul say the next words I looked at Colby with tears in my eyes.

"Does that mean my life outside of the ring ends?"

"That, you have to talk to Colby about, Lindsay. I'm not sure. If I were you, I would talk to him about now while you have the time to do so."

I sighed heavily.

"I will."

"If you don't comply, Lindsay, I'd hate to see you in another company."

I held back my tears. Colby looked down at me as I ended the call.

"What's the matter?"

"You knew this the entire time, didn't you?"

"Wait, What the fuck did I know?"

"That you were given the golden ticket and that I had the choice to either ride with you or die. That's what I'm talking about, Colby John Lopez!"

Colby looked at me.

"Wait, I'm given what?" he asked.

"Paul's making you the number one contender."

He looked stunned.

"I wondered why he was breaking up the Shield. What did he tell you?"

I explained the situation.

"Well, do you know what you're going to do?"

"Austin and Allen made a video for me that I'm going to present for the brass tomorrow."

Colby looked at me.

"Is it your new entry?"

"Yes."

I pulled out my IPad and showed him. It showed me working out and then strutting my stuff in a black dress. It showed me benching then walking a runway. He smiled.

"This will knock them dead, Bug. I'm proud of you."

I smiled.

"When will they use it?" He asked.

"When I make my return, hopefully."

"You look amazing. Randy will get a kick out of the new you."

"You know about that, don't you?"

"Yeah,"

I smiled.

"Will that change us?" I asked.

He looked down at me.

"Bug, it didn't in the past. It won't now and it will never change us."

He kissed me. I started to blush and then I went to check my Twitter.