(A/N) Hey everybody. Well this is it. The final chapter in this epic story. I can't believe it is almost over. Anyway, savour the moment, cause this is it. The end… hope you enjoy…
"Honey! Dinner's ready!"
The sound of that voice always caused a nerve in John's body to twitch. He found it so annoying sometimes, especially when he was watching the game. But he loved it nonetheless and wouldn't have had it any other way.
"Coming baby! Just give me 10 more minutes! The game is almost over!" John called back."
"Why don't you come into the kitchen and see if I care. When I call you to dinner, you better get your ass in here quick like!" She called back in a mock severe tone.
A smile crept onto John's face. He reluctantly got out of his chair, and slowly trudged into the dining room. Torrie stood behind her chair with her hands on her hips and a fabricated look of crossness on her face.
"Well since you put it that way…"
"Yeah you're damn right I put it that way." She scolded him.
John just laughed as he pulled the chair back and sat in it.Torriesat down opposite him and began to eat. None of them said anything for awhile, which was unusual. Usually they both chatted each other's ears off, but today, John was reminiscing. It had been about six years ago since they had broken up over that Rick Jericho incident. 5 years since they got back together again after his near death experience. Since then, everyday had gone by so quickly for John. At first he thought his new lifestyle would bore him. He was always one to love the hands on approach. Well he got just that upon an unexpected arrival.
After all the legal mumbo jumbo had blown over with the trials and what not over his stabbing, John sold all his night clubs upon Torrie's request. With all the capital that he gained from the clubs, he bought a number of house across New York and rented them out to tenants in order to keep the money flowing in. All legit. 4 years into his new life, the most amazing thing happened.
"Oh damn." Torrie said, making him snap out of his reminiscing.
"Sorry?" John said, unaware of what she actually said.
"Matthew is crying again. I better go check on him." Torrie said, getting out of her chair.
Matthew. The other love of his life. Coming onto his first birthday soon, Matthew was proving a handful. Sure he missed the excitement and the exhilaration of underground fighting, but every time he saw his little boy laugh or smile, he knew it was all worth it.
Torrie returned to the dinner table and sat back down. John looked at her as if to ask what the ruckus was about.
"Oh he just broke one of his toys. You know how rough he can get when he gets worked up."
John smiled to himself once again.
"You've barely touched your dinner honey. What's the matter? Do you not like it?" Torrie asked.
"What? No. No, it's great. I've uh…I've just been thinking that's all." John said as he forked a bit of mash potato into his mouth albeit unenthusiastically.
"Oh? About what?"
"You know…everything and nothing. Stupid stuff." John said in a off handed way.
"Oh come on. Don't clam up on me now…"
"I've just been thinking about these past few years. I mean everything has been happening so fast. Matthew was a pleasant, but unexpected surprise. We're getting married in a few months. I mean are we going too fast?"
Torrie thought about what he was saying for a minute. She looked at the white gold ring on her finger with a 1 and a half carat diamond smack bang in the middle.
"Well… I think if it feels right, it's right. And if we go by that rationale, then Matthew was definitely right. As for getting married, I think that's right too. I mean we both love each other and that's all that matters. So no, I don't think we are moving too fast." Torrie stated.
John thought about it for a moment. He looked into Torrie's eyes and decided that she was, ideedright.
"Yeah I guess you're right." He said with a smile. Torrie smiled too.
"It's just that it's been such a long time since that whole Rick Jericho and Shawn Michaels incident. Except to me, it feels like just yesterday. That's why I thought maybe we were moving a little too fast. But no, you're right. As long as we love each other, I think it will work out." John said.
Torrie nodded slowly. She had a pensive look about her. Like something John had said made her backtrack.
"You know..." Torrie started slowly."I've always wanted to leave all that stuff behind us…but I feel like we still owe an apology to Chris."
"Look. I feel the same way too. But he must have gone into hiding, or skipped the country, or put into a witness protection program or something. Because I tried to find him, remember?"
"Yeah…I know." Torrie replied in a defeated tone. "It's just that I feel that was the only thing which needed to be done before we could move on, and we still haven't done it."
John could see that this was eating away at Torrie, and he would probably never hear the end of it if he didn't resolve it.
"Alright. If you want, tomorrow I can call a private detective or something to try again, but I wouldn't hold your breath."
As John drove his car down the main street, he stole a quick glance to his right. He tried to read Torrie's mind through her expression, but found that he couldn't. She sat back in her chair, her face emotionless. Matthew was strapped up in the back seat and he started to show signs of stirring. John took his foot off the gas and continued on at a steady pace.
"What's on your mind?" John asked.
Torrie continued to stare off into the distance, as if lost in her own thoughts. She did however, hear John's question, and straightened to answer it.
"I wonder how he is going to react. I mean it's been such a long time. I wonder if he'll accept it."
"Whether he accepts our apology or not, is not the point. The point is we tried to make things right again, and if he's too stubborn to accept it, well then he can live the rest of his life out in bitterness." John replied insightfully.
"Yeah, but how are we gonna explain how we tracked him down? Are we going to tell him about the private investigator?"
"If he asks, then yes. If not, I don't see a problem with withholding that piece of trivial information from him."
Torrie remained silent for a while. She was running through, in her head,all the possible scenarios of how their visit could go. The majority of them didn't bode too well.
"You better pick it up honey. He mightn't be there for very long. We could miss him." Torrie said.
With that, John picked his speed up to just over the speed limit.
The extremely sunny afternoon which had started the day, had now dissipated and dark, ominous clouds covered the sky. The temperature had dropped significantly, and a slight breeze had picked up, making the branches sway side to side. John and Torrie walked hand in hand towards the cemetery from which their private investigator had called from, about half an hour ago. John and Torrie were hoping that Chris had not left the cemetery yet and they walked on at a fast pace. As they reached the gate, they saw Chris along with another man standing in the cemetery. Chris had his head bowed. They opened the small gate and stepped inside the gloomy burial ground, which was made even gloomier by the dark clouds in the sky which now blocked all rays of sunlight. The other man beside Chris, who John identified as an extremely aged Adam Copeland, had taken notice of them and made it clear by the look on his face, that they were not welcome here. But they were determined to do what they came here to do. Finally, Chris lifted his head and became aware of their presence as well. He said something to Adam, and Adam began walking towards them. He walked past them without saying a word, or even a sideways glance. John and Torrie made their way towards Chris, who was also approaching them. The three came face to face among a row of newer looking headstones. Since Chris showed no signs of breaking the ice, and Torrie looked extremely nervous, it was up to John to say the first words.
Chris nodded his head slightly in acknowledgement. "John."
"So…how've you been for the past five years? It's been about 5 years hasn't it?" John went on.
"Look just cut the crap. I know you didn't come here to visit any loved ones. This place is too cheap for you. Which means you must have come here to see me. And I also know that you didn't come here to chat so you obviously want something. But if you really want to know how I've been for the past five years, I'll humor you. I've been shit. Life has been fucked up, okay? I got a shit job that barely buys my daily meals. I live in a piece of shit housing district that may as well be a dumpster. Life is shit." Chris said bluntly.
John decided it was best to let Chris cool off for a minute before stating his case. After a slight pause, during which Chris' breathing returned to somewhat of a normal pace, John made his reply. "Look Chris. You're right. We did come here because we want something from you." Torrie cut in.
"We want you to accept our deepest apologies from the bottom of our hearts. Honestly Chris. We're sorry."
Chris had a look of disgust on his face. "What, you need your girlfriend to come and apologize to me for you John? You're not man enough to do it yourself. Well I say you and Daisy Duke over here can take your apology back to your 4 story mansion, and stick it up your ass, cause I got no use for it."
John gently pulled Torrie back and stood infront of her in a protective impulse reaction. "Look. There's no need to take your animosity out on her okay? It's me you got a problem with, you take it out on me." John shot back angrily. Chris looked as if he was going to do just that and take a swing at him, but restrained himself, seeing that there was little point.
John continued in an angry tone. "Now I'm not saying we should hug and become best friends, and maybe go out for a beer later, but I do want to put all this shit behind us. It's not doing you any good, lingering on the past."
"You don't tell me what's good for me and what isn't okay? I suppose killing my brother was good for me. What, did you think that picking him off would help me climb the ladder to success? Was that your idea of lending a helping hand?" Chris shot back sarcastically.
"You know that's not true Chris. I swear to you, if there is anything that I could take back in my life, it would be putting my trust in Shawn. It was him that killed your brother, and it was him that almost killed me. I apologize for screwing your brother over and I apologize for contributing to his death. But I tried to stop Shawn from doing it. I just want you to know that."
"Well obviously you didn't try hard enough. I mean I am here right now, visiting my mom and brother in a fucking cemetery, aren't I? But anyway let's try and forget about all that shall we." Chris suggested in a mocking tone. "Did you seriously think that your apology would mean anything to me? No matter the pieces ofshit still stuck to it from where you pulled it out of. Did you think I could just forgive and forget, all because of a 'heart felt apology'?"
John threw his hands up in exasperation. "Come on honey let's go. We tried." John gave up. He turned around to leave but Torrie held him back.
"Well…" Torrie asked, looking into Chris' eyes. "Will you?"
Chris stood there for a moment, a bit taken aback by Torrie'snaive question. Looking more at John than at Torrie, he answered her question.
"I can't forgive you for what you've done. I acknowledge that it wasn't all your fault, but you are part of the reason why I'm standing here right now. I can't forget either. Rather I refuse to forget. Because my mom and my brother are better than that. They will not be forgotten. Not by me at least." Chris took a second to gather up the willpower to force the next few sentences out of his mouth. As silly as it seemed, saying what he was about to say, letting go of his animosity, was one of the hardest things Chris could ever remember doing in his life. "But I will let go. As far as I'm concerned, there never was and never will be anything between me and you. I will put you out of my mind and out of my life forever. And that is the best I can do for you."
John nodded, his face expressionless. Torrie didn't seemed satisfied, but realised that was the best she was going to get out of Chris. She found she wasn't really surprised either. In the end, it was better than she expected. John released Torrie's hand, and stepped forward, hand extended. Chris seemed reluctant to take hold of it, but stepped forward and shook John's hand. It wasn't a friendly shake, but they weren't trying to crush each other's hand either. It was more of a silent farewell, to which both men would be parting ways for the final time.
(A/N) Well there it is. The big finale. The standing ovation. The crowd going wild. Hehehe… I wish. But on a more serious note, that is, most definately the end. I hope youliked it.
Wow… this story has gone by so fast. It's been hard, but you guys got me here, and I can't thank you all enough. Seriously, the support and all the kind words that you had for me will not be forgotten. I appreciated every single review and I thank you for spending the time to share your thoughts with me. Whether you reviewed once, or after every single chapter, I loved them all and I love you all ;)
To be perfectly blunt with you all, I think this is the last wrestling fic you will get out of me. I have stopped watching wrestling all together (Ever since they released Jericho… coincidence…I think not.). So thanks again everyone. I can't thank you all individually, cause it would just take too long, but you guys know who you are and I thank you again. So i hope you guys all enjoyed my story, stay healthy, stay happy and this is Justin… signing out.