Love Conquers All

Later on that day, I wasn’t able to be around Phil the same way as earlier. I mean, it was super sweet that he changed my room to the penthouse, but the fact that he called in as my husband and the fact that I woke up to us making out like that only made things weird. I needed to be away from him for a little while. I just needed time to think and pull myself together.

As the afternoon went on, Eve and I decided to shop and sign autographs at least until four o’clock, from there we decided to meet up with Barbara and Demitra for lunch at Olive Garden. Before going inside, Eve and I were given time to change into our disguises in the limo. Eve wore a blonde wig with a black coat, a leather skirt and knee high black boots. I wore a wig that was cut like Victoria Beckham’s hair, with a white fur coat, a black silk complete outfit, complete with black pantyhose and ankle high boots. We walked inside and instantly knew where Barbara and Demitra were. Demitra dressed in a punk style outfit with sunglasses and a very pink wig. Barbara dressed with a black curly wig, a tan poncho and dark blue skinny jeans with black uggs. The waitress led us over to them and we sat down across from them. She kept looking at us and smiling. “Can I get you ladies something to drink?”

Eve cleared her throat and tried to make her voice sound smokier. “I’ll have a glass of water.”

“Okay, and what can I get for you ma’am?” She looked at me, smile still on her face.

I tried to make my voice sound a tiny bit higher than usual. “I’ll have a sweet ice tea.”

The waitress then walked away and we looked at Demitra and Barbara. “Hey guys.” I said in my normal voice.

“Hey, oh and if it’s fine with you guys, we already ordered for you. You both took longer than we thought.” Demitra said in an almost whisper.

“Yeah, we got held up by fans. And I’m sure that’s fine, as long as you got what we liked.” Eve smiled.

“Oh, I agree, I’m starving.” I said while taking off my coat.

Demitra then took off her sunglasses to look into my eyes and she raised an eyebrow at me. “Dude, what is up with you? You’ve been eating a lot lately.”

I looked at her confused. “No I haven’t.”

“Yes, you have. You’ve been acting weird for the past two weeks.” Barbara says.

“No, no I haven’t! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom.” I quickly got up from the booth and, without noticing, I started to speed walk to the bathroom. Once I saw how close I was, my stomach started to feel funny, and then I walked even faster, almost to the point to where I was running to the bathroom. I pushed the door open and took a quick look around. Luckily, nobody else was inside. So I locked myself into the first stall. I stood leaning against the door to catch my breath. I started to feel my head get hot, so I took off the wig and the bald cap. My hair fell into place and it did help me cool down a little. I then started to feel my stomach go from queasy, to painful. The pain was so intense, that I feel on my knees to the floor. I then pushed my hair to one side as I placed my head in the toilet to throw up.

*Later on that night.*

So far, the girls are already thinking something is wrong with me because of the fact that I was giving them an attitude all day and that I didn’t eat at all at Olive Garden, in fact, the more I looked at any of my favorite foods, the more I felt like I wanted to vomit. What was wrong with me? Could this be a really bad virus going around and it just so happened I was the lucky one to catch it? Well one thing’s for sure, it wasn’t going to stop me from wrestling tonight. We sold out in Madison Square Garden tonight and from what I’m hearing, most of the fans are dying to see the stars of the show, which at this point was John Cena -what else is new?-, Phil aka CM Punk –again, what else is new?-, and somehow, I shot up to number one in the diva’s list –wow, I guess people really did miss me.-.

I’m getting ready for my mixed tag team match with John Cena. Tonight we will be facing Alberto Del Rio and Beth Phoenix. I’m dressed in my black and bejeweled leggings with knee high solid black boots, a hot pink and black top and my favorite Ed Hardy jacket. Once I was dressed, I decided to do a few warm up stretches. I started with my arms, and then popped my neck. I jumped up and down a couple of times, but then that made me feel a little queasy. “Okay, I won’t be doing that anymore.” I told myself. I then lay on my back to attempt for some sit ups. The furthest I made it on sit ups was five, I was forced to stop because my stomach started to hurt. Once I stopped, I continued to lay there and stare at the ceiling. I felt so comfortable, I didn’t want to move. Finally my stomach calmed down, and five minutes later, I hear a knock at the door. I get up as quick as I could and open the door, it was John. “Hey Emika, are you ready to go? Match is fixing to start.” He smiled at me warmly. I smiled back and nodded. I walked out of my room and closed the door behind me. John started to walk ahead of me and I started to follow after his fifth step. Once we reached near the curtain, we saw Beth standing, my guess was Alberto was at his car and he was going to let Beth come out first, because as soon as we got there, her music began to play. John and I looked at each other and then smiled, only, I was the only one smiling, John had a worried look on his face. “Emika, are you alright? You look sort of pale.” He gently placed his hand on my forehead, as if checking to see if I was warm enough to be having a fever. I slowly backed away, which caused his hand to slide to my cheek, and I placed my hand on top. “John, I’m fine. Maybe it was something I ate.” ‘Or in my case, DIDN’T eat.’ John gently grabbed my hand and took it off of my face, holding it tight but gently. He looked at me very concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look very sick. I don’t think you should wrestle toni—“. I cut him off. “John, really. I’m fine. I can and I will wrestle tonight.” He could tell that I was being very stubborn about this, even I was having doubts about me wrestling tonight, but I couldn’t let him see that. Before he had the chance to say anything else, my new theme song –Fixed at Zero by VersaEmerge- started playing. He let go of my hand as I ran out to the stage, placing a huge smile on my face for the fans. As I made my little entrance I slowed down when I walked down the ramp and touched the hands of many fans. I couldn’t let the crowd know I wasn’t feeling at my best, their cheering got me too excited to back down now. I stopped in front of the ring and stared up at Alberto and Beth, giving each other the look of us wanting to kill each other. Just then, John’s music started to play and I turned around to look at him. I smiled as he did his salute and ran down until he reached next to me. The music was very loud for anyone to hear what he was saying, but he asked me if I was sure if I was okay to wrestle. I nodded at him, smiling small. “Yes John, I’m fine.” He shrugged and we both entered the ring to our corner. John took off his shirt and as usual, the female fans started to scream in their excited way.

For the first few minutes of the match, I wrestled with Beth and the whole time I did whatever I could to prevent her from hitting my stomach. Every time she kicked near the stomach area, I had to either turn to the side, or move out of the way like a ninja. She had the advantage on me and was basically kicking my ass in front of the world. I was finally able to be pulled into the turnbuckle and when she came running towards me, I was able to kick her away, and once she was facing the other direction, with all of the strength I had left, I ran towards her and grabbed her hair tight and jumped forward, slamming her face first into the canvas. Once I noticed she was out for the moment, I slowly crawled towards John, at this point, I’m in so much pain and I can’t even breathe, but I forced myself to him with everything I had left. My hand was inches away from tagging him in, but then I feel Beth grab my foot and start pulling me up and further back from John. I force myself up and turn towards her. With all everything I had, I was able to jump and kick Beth in the head with my free foot, causing her to let go and fall back. I then finally forced myself to get up and tag John in. As he ran into the ring, Alberto automatically runs in to wrestle with John. Meanwhile, I’m slowly crawling to my corner and catching my breath. At this point, my stomach feels like somebody’s taking a sword and slowly stabbing me to death with it. The pain is so unbearable that I felt like fainting. But I keep my focus and keep an eye on the match, near the ending, I was able to breathe a little and John was about to do the “You Can’t See Me” to Alberto, but once he reached the ropes, I noticed Beth grabbed John’s foot, causing him to fumble a little. I then force myself up and force myself to run over to Beth and clothesline her as hard as I could, which was pretty hard. While she was trying to snap back to reality, John was able to get the victory with a STFU. Once his music started playing, I smiled and walked into the ring, one arm still over my stomach. I slowly walked over to him and he looked at me concerned again. I looked at him and mouthed to me ‘Are you okay?’ I nodded at him and tried my best to smile. I then stood next to him as he gently rose our hands in victory. When he walked over to stand on the turnbuckle, I fell to my knees and instantly started throwing up, not really caring who was watching as the pain grew worse. Once I stopped vomiting, I fell on my back as the lights started to twirl and everything started spinning. Next thing I started seeing was John hovering over me asking if I was okay and telling me to breathe. Next thing I know, John is being pushed away and I see Phil’s face. He tried talking to me, but his voice sounded like an echo. “Emika, it’s going to be okay.” Phil then picked me up and carried me out of the ring. I looked around and saw the audience, faces in shock and some even crying, asking what was wrong with me, I wanted to know the same thing. I then look back up at the moving lights in the ceiling and everything seemed to move in slow motion, for it was the last thing I remember seeing, and the last thing I heard was Phil yelling for help, as everything faded to black.