A story, itself, never ends. Sure, a certain anecdote may end. A segment of a story can be told complete with a conclusion, but it's never really over. The story of two people cannot end until the people end. There is always something left unsaid; always something left undone. Behind the scenes, there are hundreds of stories waiting to be told. All of which will never be known to other than those who live the script. The players, young and in love, leave much to the imagination. Their story presses on. Never knowing when the plot will twist, never knowing when their story will end. But for them, the risk is worth taking. For Mandy McCarthy and Adam Copeland, the story continues.
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Mandy's POV
I walked out of the shower wrapped only in a small piece of thin cloth hardly worth being called a towel. My newly colored hair was dripping wet and the drops ran down my skin leaving their wet trail behind on my skin. I entered my locker room, which was completely empty at the time, or so I though. I couldn't help but feel like someone was watching me. I could feel it; feel their eyes on me. My muscles tensed up as I ran my fingers through my hair. Ah, my signature move when I'm nervous.
"Hello?" I called into the darkness. There was no answer. I shrugged and walked over to my vanity and looked at myself in the mirror. Black, why did they have to pick black? Ebony locks flowed down my shoulders and I studied my reflection still not sure whether or not I liked my new hair color. Suddenly I froze as I stared into a pair of blue eyes gazing at me in the mirror's reflection. His blonde hair was freely cascading as he pulled some behind his ears. I turned around quickly and made sure I was covered properly by the towel. "What are you doing here?"
"I had to see you," he stated as he walked toward me with a smirk planted on his face, "There's something different about you, Amanda. Mandy, if you prefer. Ya see, there's a void in my life, perhaps you can help satisfy me." He placed his hands on my waist and backed me into the wall. I looked up into his blue eyes as he ran his right hand up my bare thigh.
"What exactly are you suggesting?" I asked playfully as he leaned closer to me.
"I want to give you your daily dose of vitamin C!" Chris Jericho whispered as his lips lightly grazed mine.
"CUT! That was great guys. We're done for today," yelled the director as Chris and I both came out of character. I wiped off my mouth and dropped the towel revealing a beige tube top and a pair of shorts. Chris quickly made his way somewhere far away from me and I began walking back to my real dressing room for the evening when I was approached by Vince McMahon.
"That was great, Mandy. You and Chris have such chemistry on the camera," he announced as I smiled sarcastically. Chris Irvine and I were filled with such an immense amount of hate for each other and yet Vince still insisted upon having us work in a story line romance with each other. Since coming to Raw, I had been faced with nothing but trouble. Well, maybe that's not exactly true. Coming to Raw did bring one good thing, Jay Reso. After I left, Adam made sure to hook me up with some friendly people on Raw. I found it to be a very un-welcoming atmosphere except for the friendship that Jay had offered me. I guess the fact that I had exploded with popularity from fans since making my Raw debut didn't please too many of the other established superstars on the show.
Of course, being my stubborn self, I refused to admit that leaving Smackdown for Raw might have been a huge mistake. Not career wise of course. I had never been more popular with the fans and my merchandise was some of the top selling products on WWE.com. However, my life was a wreck behind the scenes. Adam and I had to keep in touch by playing phone tag. I hadn't seen my sister, Torrie or any of my other friends since I had left and Danny called me crying a few times asking me to come back. Don't get me wrong, I hadn't been gone all that long. It had been three months since my move to Raw, three long months of pure loneliness. I missed Adam and Danny, but most of all, I missed my life.
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Mandy's POV
I walked out of the shower wrapped only in a small piece of thin cloth hardly worth being called a towel. My newly colored hair was dripping wet and the drops ran down my skin leaving their wet trail behind on my skin. I entered my locker room, which was completely empty at the time, or so I though. I couldn't help but feel like someone was watching me. I could feel it; feel their eyes on me. My muscles tensed up as I ran my fingers through my hair. Ah, my signature move when I'm nervous.
"Hello?" I called into the darkness. There was no answer. I shrugged and walked over to my vanity and looked at myself in the mirror. Black, why did they have to pick black? Ebony locks flowed down my shoulders and I studied my reflection still not sure whether or not I liked my new hair color. Suddenly I froze as I stared into a pair of blue eyes gazing at me in the mirror's reflection. His blonde hair was freely cascading as he pulled some behind his ears. I turned around quickly and made sure I was covered properly by the towel. "What are you doing here?"
"I had to see you," he stated as he walked toward me with a smirk planted on his face, "There's something different about you, Amanda. Mandy, if you prefer. Ya see, there's a void in my life, perhaps you can help satisfy me." He placed his hands on my waist and backed me into the wall. I looked up into his blue eyes as he ran his right hand up my bare thigh.
"What exactly are you suggesting?" I asked playfully as he leaned closer to me.
"I want to give you your daily dose of vitamin C!" Chris Jericho whispered as his lips lightly grazed mine.
"CUT! That was great guys. We're done for today," yelled the director as Chris and I both came out of character. I wiped off my mouth and dropped the towel revealing a beige tube top and a pair of shorts. Chris quickly made his way somewhere far away from me and I began walking back to my real dressing room for the evening when I was approached by Vince McMahon.
"That was great, Mandy. You and Chris have such chemistry on the camera," he announced as I smiled sarcastically. Chris Irvine and I were filled with such an immense amount of hate for each other and yet Vince still insisted upon having us work in a story line romance with each other. Since coming to Raw, I had been faced with nothing but trouble. Well, maybe that's not exactly true. Coming to Raw did bring one good thing, Jay Reso. After I left, Adam made sure to hook me up with some friendly people on Raw. I found it to be a very un-welcoming atmosphere except for the friendship that Jay had offered me. I guess the fact that I had exploded with popularity from fans since making my Raw debut didn't please too many of the other established superstars on the show.
Of course, being my stubborn self, I refused to admit that leaving Smackdown for Raw might have been a huge mistake. Not career wise of course. I had never been more popular with the fans and my merchandise was some of the top selling products on WWE.com. However, my life was a wreck behind the scenes. Adam and I had to keep in touch by playing phone tag. I hadn't seen my sister, Torrie or any of my other friends since I had left and Danny called me crying a few times asking me to come back. Don't get me wrong, I hadn't been gone all that long. It had been three months since my move to Raw, three long months of pure loneliness. I missed Adam and Danny, but most of all, I missed my life.