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Simple As That	By : LadyRaye Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE (yeah right!) and I definitly don't own the people mention in this story except for all original characters like Angel, Desari and Mia (so far).

A/N: Okay, hopefully this is a success as my first WWE fanfic but this isn't going to be a mary sue. Angel's going to have a tough time ahead of her. Anyways, I know that Chris Jericho is really married and IRL I wish him the best of luck and happiness within that marriage. I just really like him so...hehe...I took him for the story. Anyways, please his that nifty review button when you're done! Thanks!

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“I don’t understand you Angel, why aren’t you going for it? It’s a shot at your dream!” Desari VanBuren said as she tossed the salad in front of her. Shaking her head she plucked a tomato from the salad and popped it into her mouth. “Honestly, this is your damn dream and you’re throwing it away? For what?” Angel Gonzales rolled her eyes and took the bowl ofad aad away from her best friend.

“I told you why. I have specific reasons and just because you don’t understand them doesn’t mean that I should have to explain them.” She chopped at the potatoes in front of her. “Besides, I have more important things.”

“Such as?”

“Well for one thing, there’s Mia to think about. For God sakes Desari, I can’t just leave her so I can fulfill my dream.” Desari sighed and took a carrot out. Taking a bite of it she looked up towards Angel. Swallowing she took a drink of the water in front of her and stood up as she walked over towards Angel.

“Let me tell you something Angel. You have been dying to do this since you were sixteen years old and you were always taking the TV over on Monday and Thursday nights. It’s about damn time you acted on it. Now I don’t think your little girl Mia is going to mind about her mommy following her dreams. Hell, your little girl always watches it with you!” Angel sighed and put the ingredients in the pan she’d been working on. When Desari followed her she moved away and continued cutting up some potatoes. She sighed in frustration when Desari continued to follow her.

“Dammit Des, what do you want?” Desari grabbed the paper off the counter and shoved it in her face.

“I want you, trying out for the WWE. I want you to take this invitation and go out there and make your dream come true.” Angel pushed the tears back. She refused to cry over something like this.

“I told you I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t alright? Do you not understand that the minute Jake and I,” She pushed her dark hair to the side, “The minute Mia was conceived my dreams went down the tubes alright? I have to provide for my little girl. I can’t be getting hurt and traveling all the time.”

“Why can’t you? I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to take her.”

“It’s not allowed.” Desari scoffed.

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not alright. I’m not going to do it and there isn’t any way you’re going to change my mind. Simple as that.” Turning away from Desari she continued to make dinner. When Desari, frustrated walked out of the kitchen Angel didn’t stop the tear from falling onto the stove making it hiss from the instant cooling touch. Wiping her hands off she wiped away another tear, “Simple as that.”

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“I really don’t get it Matt, why go for the break up between you and Amy? It really can’t be as simple as that because of the damn fact that you two really do love one another. Isn’t it going to be hard pretending you hate one another?” Chris Irvine, known as Chris Jericho to the wrestling world, asked as he adjusted the bag across his shoulder. Matt Hardy smirked towards him as he watched his long time girlfriend, Amy Dumas take her bag from their rental car.

“It is that simple Chris, see, the thing is that all we’re doing is pretending. Besides that it would be like me asking you why go for the storyline you and Trish have? I mean, honestly, it makes you look like a pussy.” Matt joked as he ducked a swing Chris took. As he did, Amy walked up, her vibrant red hair pulled back into two small pony tails on the sides of her head and her small dog, Mason, in his carrying bag.

“What are we talking about?” She asked.

“Oh nothing. Chris here was just wondering how big of an idiot I am to go for the relationship break up between, Matt Hardy, Version One and Lita. I say I’m not that big of an idiot, what do you think baby?” He smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders pulling her as close as he could. Amy smirked and shook her head.

“Nah, I’m actually all for it. Besides that fact, we have tryouts coming up so maybe we can get some hot girl out there to try and steal you away.” She winked towards Matt who looked a little confused at her words. That gave Chris the opening to smack him in the back of the head. Rubbing the back of his head Matt cursed softly as Chris went for another one. He ducked this time. As Amy moved out of the way she walked backwards in order to watch the fight unfold in front of her and Mason sat in her small carrying bag. Just as she did, she ran into someone. “Oh, damn I’m so sorry…” Looking up she smirked as she saw Randy Orton. He smiled and shook his head.

“Those two going at it again?” Amy nodded as she took Mason out of his carrying back and held him, petting him just behind the ears.

“Yep, it’s amazing that the two of them aren’t beating the shit out of one another.” Randy laughed and reached out to pet Mason, who took a sudden liking to his hand and started licking it. Amy smiled and looked back towards Matt and Chris, who now had her boyfriend in head lock, “You know, it’s good that Chris is getting over everything so nicely.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you know, the divorce really took a toll on him. It’s nice to see he’s returning to his normal self.” Randy raised an eyebrow and eyed her warily.

“Are you serious?” She nodded just as Matt managed to break out of the head lock and they both heard Chris yell out.

“Come on you jackass, you can’t really think I’m gonna fall for that do you?” Both laughed and then looked towards one another.

“Same old Chris.” They both said.

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Sitting in the locker room, looking around, Chris looked down to his hands. Between his fingers, he toyed with the simple gold wedding band he was so used to taking off at this time. Now he was taking it off for good. It never would’ve worked after the affair and for once, he didn’t prove a statistic right. She had disproved that most of the time it was the male who initiated an affair. Jessica had cheated on him. Something he never though would’ve happened, but it did. Letting a deep breath out slowly he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, trying to get his mind ready for the match ahead. He was teaming up with Trish against Matt and Molly. He snickered softly, Matt and Molly, who knew what was going to happen with those two. Shaking his head he realized someone was knocking.

“Come in.” He said softly. In the doorway, looking stunning as ever stood Patricia Stratigias, who smiled at him and leaned her head on the doorframe.

“How are you holding up?” She asked. Chris smirked.

“How do I look?” Walking in she put her hands in her back pockets and sighed softly as she knelt down in front of him.

“Like someone who’s hurting.” She replied. With a smug look on his face, he closed his eyes and leaned back again. Shaking his head he thought about all the crap going on in his life.

“I’m not hurting anymore Trish. I’m good now. Everything’s fine.”

“You say that and then I look at you and you’re just so worn out, and you don’t have that same fire in you.” She sighed and stood up, “You look like I did before Randy.” She crossed her arms. Opening his arms he smiled and reached out taking her hand.

“You really do care for him don’t you?” She tried hiding her smile but she nodded.

“Yeah. I don’t know why, I don’t even know how all this happened but I really do care for him. And when he’s out there he’s just got so much…charisma.” She shook her head. “But I’m not here to talk about Randy with you. What about you? Are you going to be okay?” He laughed.

“Oh please. Of course I’m going to be fine. I’m Chris Jericho after all.” He stood up, “Why don’t you go get ready and I’ll meet you out there okay?” Trish hesitated then gave in.

“Alright. I’ll see you out there then Y2J.” He smiled.

“You got it.” When the door closed behind her, Chris looked down to the gold band again and threw it against the wall. Pushing his head against the wall he let the few tears fall. “This, can’t be happening.” He whispered softly.

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