Short Little Scene

[Ashlee]

OOC: I’m being bad, and just relying on the fact that I know Tony is at Slammiversary tonight and probably won’t RP. I got a new job last week and my training ended today, so hopefully I’ll have a little more time. :-)

Sorry it isn’t very good, but I had this scene done for a couple of days and couldn’t manage a promo.

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The summer months meant that Wes Ikeda was able to take his children on tour with him, and he loved having them around. Especially in a place as boring as Des Moines, Iowa. His father’s day had been mostly uneventful, but spent with his kids, and when he’d fallen asleep on Sunday night, he was content. Now, Monday morning brought with it sunshine and warm weather. Wes had the curtains drawn in his hotel room. His eyes were closed, and he laid motionless on his stomach.

McKenzie Ikeda: Ten little monkeys, jumpin’ on the bed! One fell off and bumped her head. Daddy called the doctor and the doctor said, no more monkey’s jumping on the bed!

McKenzie jumped on the mattress over and over again next to her dad.

McKenzie Ikeda: Nine little monkeys, jumpin’ on the bed! One fell off and bumped her head. Daddy called the doctor and the doctor said, no more monkey’s jumping on the bed!

She crumpled to her bottom beside Wes, and bounced up to her knees. She turned her head. Normally, jumping on her father’s bed was a sure fire way to wake him up, but he didn’t move an inch. She put her right hand on his right shoulder, and shook it gently.

McKenzie Ikeda: Daddy? Wake up, Daddy.

Wes didn’t move. McKenzie looked down at him puzzled and shook him again. The third time, she shook him more frantically, but there weren’t any signs of movement . She yelled for him again, but he didn’t respond, and with that she was off the bed, running through the suite. She went back to the room with two double beds where she and her brother had slept the night before, but Blaine was nowhere to be seen. She knew Natalie was gone, doing something for work, and had her baby brother. So McKenzie did the only thing she could think of to do. She thought to grab a keycard off the counter where Natalie told her they would always be, and ran out of the suite and into the hallway as fast as her little legs would taker. She went down the stairwell to the left and to the floor immediately below, knocking on the first door on the left. She knocked furiously, scared out of her wits and pounding with a closed fist. When John Cena opened the door he was looking straight ahead, expecting a full grown person, and for a moment he looked started as he glanced down and saw McKenzie, face red, tears streaming from her eyes, her breath coming in short bursts. John had on a plain black t-shirt and a pair of loose dark blue basketball shorts. He’d just taken a shower and was still barefoot. He leaned down, and grabbed McKenzie by the shoulders. He started to ask what was wrong, but McKenzie was choking on sobs.

McKenzie Ikeda: My… My… Da…ddy won’t. wake. up.

John Cena: Danielle….

He’d spoke a little loudly, and Danielle was behind him in a moment, looking at McKenzie, and then turning to John.

John Cena: Could you…

Before John could say anything more, Danielle was at McKenzie’s side, putting her arm around her, and taking the key card she clutched in her hand. John took it hastily, leaving Danielle to usher McKenzie into their hotel room. John went barefoot, taking the keycard up the stairs. His heart wrenching at the sight of McKenzie just then. He knew why she’d been so hysterical. He’d only heard the stories, but he could imagine. That day, when her dad had been gunned down right in front of her. Everyone said that a female police officer found McKenzie standing in the corner, like a statue, with blood splattered all over her. John tried to shake that image from his head as he rushed to put the key card in Wes’ door and hurried into the room. He moved across the spacious living area, and found Wes lying facedown on the bed. He spoke a little too loudly.

John Cena: Wes!

Wes didn’t stir, and John went to the side of the bed, seeing his friend’s back rising and falling. He put a finger to the side of his neck, heart pumping. Then John saw the orange bottles on the nightstand, and picked them up one by one. Painkillers, muscle relaxers and Ambien.

John Cena: You’re a fucking genius.

Wes didn’t weigh anything John couldn’t handle, but it was awkward rolling the big man over, but once John had Wes on his back and noticed him starting to stir, he slapped him with an open hand across the face which caused Wes to pop up, eyes open.

Wes Ikeda: What the…

John Cena: Wake up. Rise and shine! Are you ins…

Natalie Neidhart: Wes!

That shout had come from the other room, and in a moment Natalie was tearing through the bedroom door, looking at Wes who was now awake and confused, still with a sheet pulled up to his waist as he sat on the bed.

Natalie Neidhart: Oh my God, are you alright?

Wes Ikeda; I don’t even know what happened that I wouldn’t be.

John shook his head.

John Cena: Your daughter was trying to wake you up, and you wouldn’t budge. She came and got me. She was inconsolable.

Natalie Neidhart: Danielle called me. I was downstairs in the banquet room doing radio interviews. Wes…

John Cena: Did you take Ambien with your other medication on top of all that tequila you drank last night?

Wes Ikeda: YES! And I achieved the desired effect!

Natalie Neidhart: You didn’t wake up when your child called you!

Wes Ikeda: Okay, that might be true, but I thought you had them this morning. My leg and my lower back are killing me. I’m exhausted, and I cannot sleep. I’ve got Sabin tonight, okay? He’s fast, and he can go. I needed to sleep.

John nodded. Wes’ decision was stupid, but John understood the need for medicated sleep. He started to tell Wes to feel better, and excuse himself so Natalie could chastise Wes without the added shame of John standing by, when Natalie said something John was not expecting to hear.

Natalie Neidhart: You have to stop this. You have to. Summerslam, and you’re done. I want you to promise me. You’re not thinking about it anymore. August, and it’s done.

Wes cleared his throat.

Wes Ikeda: Natalie, can we talk about this later, please?

Natalie looked away from him.

Wes Ikeda: John, thank you. I do appreciate you checking on me. I’m going to clean up. Would you send McKenzie back down in a few?

John nodded, but didn’t say anything else. He and Wes would speak on this more privately later. Wes watched John go, and turned to Natalie.

Wes Ikeda: Nat…

Natalie Neidhart: No. I want your word, and I don’t want to talk about it until you can give it to me.

Natalie could be unreasonable, but Wes knew better to say so as she was walking out of the room. He had a decision to make, but he wouldn’t be making it today.

[Ashlee]

And boom. He RPed. LOL
I have an hour to work with, but I'm tired.
Congrats, Tony. lol