Childhood Friendships
Lifelong Connections
by Mistress Anna

The crowd noise brought her back to the present, in the semi dark waiting for the noise and rush of activity to come backstage after a crowd pleasing main event. It was still surreal to her, to be backstage, any backstage really, but this was what she needed to do right now, for many reasons.

The “boys”, as she thought of them, were coming through, all full of adrenaline and testosterone. She was off to the side so she didn’t get bowled over again. She stood quietly, while they came through full of energy.

“Did you see how they went for that shit in the corner? Shit, we need to do that again, but this time let’s time it a little differently. And let ME know. Fucking-A, I damn near dropped Chris on his head when you started in with that shit!” Triple H and Mr. Flair, oops, Ric as he kept telling her to call him, were always looking to improve and analyze their performance. They were barely off camera and they were talking about the next match.

Until recently, they used to all come off together and start strategizing. But with the changes in crowd reaction (among other things she thought ruefully), the company had asked David to stay out and play with the crowd. He was happy to do it, they were always great to him and he took the time with all of the fans - little kids, booing the bad guys and all wide eyed and cheering for him when all seemed dire. It was the least he could do. He told her he felt he owed them, they were the reason he was doing what he was doing, where he was doing it and loving every minute of it.

15 minutes later, David stepped through and saw her. His surprise showed in his face.

“Thought we’d see you tomorrow?” David said as he motioned her to fall in step with him.

“Minor change in plans, nothing big. You still have all the appearances tomorrow listed? That’s why I’m here; some finagling needed to be done. ” Carries said as she handed him a large towel first. He threw the towel over his head and rubbed his face down so he could see, at least enough for now. Once his face popped out from the towel she handed him the first of two large cold waters she’d been holding.

“Thanks,” he said as he downed the bottle in one long gulp, without breaking stride.

“Slow down you big ogre! Remember, small person here!”

“Shit, sorry. Still wound up”, he smiled and winked at her, but he did slow his stride considerably. She handed him the next water, waiting for him, in case he needed to ask her something. His mind kicked in at the strangest times, she had found. She looked at him questioningly, and he just shook his head, meaning nothing popped in that was important. She told him she was able to book the same hotel and flight for tomorrow. He took the news in stride. Once he had a chance to catch his breath, towel off some more, she handed him the cell. It was their ritual after a match, never spoken about, they just did it.

“I talked to her earlier and she’s doing great” Carrie told him as she patted her pocket to make sure she had her rental’s key in preparation for leaving. He nodded in acknowledgement of the message and started dialing. A moment later she heard his quiet deep voice say, “Hey sweetie, did I wake you?”

All was well now that David has made contact with his wife. She was free to go back to the hotel and sort out tomorrow’s shit.

She’d received word that the “office” was making a change in the appearances tomorrow, stretching David’s time very thin. She would have to speak privately with that stupid bitch, (what was her name), about her carelessness. Carrie thought secretly that bitch, what’s her name, wanted David to fail. She didn’t seem to grasp the concept of David failing will make the company look bad and waste a lot of time and money. She knew that Mr. McMahon wasn’t one who liked to waste money on failed projects. Carrie thought that brain power was not one of Marlena’s strengths. That’s her name. Now if she could only remember it at the right time. She was certain she’d end up calling her stupid bitch as her name next time she met her. Kind of like in casual conversation, ‘How ya doing Stupid Bitch? Nice day today, Stupid Bitch’. Not good, not good at all. She should write that down.

On the flight over, she made some calls, sent some emails and was able to shift some things around. She had to make one of his interviews a call-in instead of a drop-in. It was for radio, so it didn’t matter all that much, but the station manager was not happy. Turned out he and his crew are big wrestling fans. She’d let David know so he could do something nice for them, but he would understand the change.

Once she waded through the hotel lobby and all the craziness to her room, she was able to verify tomorrow’s time line. She had it in her head, but she always like to have it typed out before her to make sure it fit. Yes, there was that ugly 8am flight. That meant getting to the airport at least an hour and a half early, partly due to security and partly due to fans. She’d left word with the boys through the front desk that she’d be riding with them in the morning. They always asked her, sometimes she did and sometimes she didn’t. Carrie knew they wouldn’t understand her need for solitude sometimes. The whole traveling with a bunch of loud rowdy friends was still a little new to her and could be over whelming at times. It wasn’t personal. It was just her issues, so she kept quiet and drove herself to the airport sometimes for the moments of peace it gave her.

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