last beautiful girl
this will all fall down like everything else that was
this too shall pass and all of the words we said
we can�t take back
She accepted. I can�t believe she accepted, but she did. But for her it�s nothing more than business. Her accepting really had nothing to do with me. It was to prove something to her husband. But I�m okay with that. At least she�ll always be my side, right? And at least I get to spend time with her.
Winning the WWF Championship Belt was a wonderful feeling, but it�s nothing compared to the time we have together. Sure, it�s mostly business we talk about, but that�s beside the point. However I can�t help but wonder how long this �partnership� will last. It�s obvious she still loves her husband. I know that when he says the word, she will be by his side before I can even begin to blink.
During the day we talk strategies, and during the evenings she is by my side. But at night, when business hours are over, it�s him she goes home to.
now every fool in town would�ve left by now
I can�t replace all the wasted days
the memory of your face � can�t help thinkin�
Everyone is telling me that maybe I should just leave her, but I can�t. It�s not because I won�t, but I can�t. I physically can�t leave her. The thought is inconceivable. I see her by his side, and all I want to do is rip him into shreds. I hate him, I really do. I know that she wants to prove a point to me, and boy has she proven it. He is now the new WWF Champion. The past couple of months she has taken some very serious bumps while at ringside, and I always hated seeing the confused look in her eyes whenever she was recovering. It�s that look that most scares me. I�m terrified that the next time it happens, she won�t recognise me. That�s why I don�t want her with me at ringside. So what does she do?
I can�t help but wonder if there is something else going on. She insists it�s nothing but business, and for the most part I believe her. It�s so hard sometimes, though. I know that he�s in love with her. Everyone knows. Everyone, it seems, but her. Sure, she knows about it but I don�t think she realises how serious he is. He doesn�t hide it very well.
None of us do.
maybe if we ever coulda kept it all together
where would we be
a thousand lost forevers
and the promises you never were giving me
here�s what I�m thinking
Sure, I had a slight crush on him, but I�m so way over it now that it�s not even funny. It was just one of those things. I�ve been in this business for all of my life, and I know practically everything there is to know about it. Ever since I was a little girl, I had wanted to manage somebody. I had often fantasised that when I was old enough I would be the next Miss Elizabeth � beautiful, elegant, and accompanying my husband to the ring as he won match after match, title after title.
And about a year ago that dream was fulfilled, and then exceeded. The McMahon-Helmsley Era had been extremely powerful. I used to refer to us as the �Golden Couple� � him with the WWF Championship Belt, and me with the WWF Women�s Championship Belt. And I had loved every single minute of it. We were having so much fun. Then, it got a little serious. A little too serious in my opinion.
That was when the dream started to fade. My husband began to care a little too much. He wanted me stop coming down to ringside with him. But I couldn�t. For as long as I could remember, this has been my life. Wrestling is in my blood, and will always be. Nobody can take that away from me.
Even he knew that. No, not my business partner. Him.
it won�t be the first � heart that you break
it won�t be the last � beautiful girl
the one that you wrecked � won�t take you back
if you were the last beautiful girl in the world
She�s beautiful. She is. The word suits her perfectly. Sometimes, when I�m watching her and I�m not supposed to be, I find myself wondering if it had been created specifically for her. I know I�m not the only one who thinks that.
I see her with her new business partner, and I can�t help but feel for him. He�s so in love with her that it�s nowhere near funny at all. I can tell that every time she leaves his side to be with her husband, his heart breaks. She doesn�t care much for her business partner, and he knows that. She did it to prove her husband wrong.
And me.
tell me one more time
how you�re sorry about the way
this all went down � you needed to find your space
needed me to
call you if I ever couldn�t keep it all together you�d comfort me
tell me but forever
and the promises I never should have believed in
here�s what I�m thinking
We had fun, we really did. If I could only use one word to describe the McMahon-Helmsley Era it would certainly be �fun�. Neither of us had planned it ever lasting quite as long as it has, or getting as serious as it did. On-screen we had to act like the loving, newly married couple. At first it was all really innocent, we had just become friends. Then good friends, great friends. Then best friends. Lovers.
She was actually resistant to the idea from the very beginning. She wanted to stay just friends, saying that maybe it would never work out. She had begun to come up with a million different excuses. It wasn�t the right time. It wasn�t in the plan. Our friendship came first. It might not work out. But she never said it was because she didn�t love me. She never said she did either, but I know that she did care. Some things you just know, and this was one of those things. Everyone always said actions spoke louder than words, and her actions screamed volumes.
Finally, she did admit her feelings. We got together on one condition � we would always be friends, first and foremost. I had agreed almost immediately.
How could I not?
it won�t be the first � heart that you break
it won�t be the last � beautiful girl
the one that you wrecked � won�t take you back
if you were the last beautiful girl in the world
I noticed something the other day, something insignificant, so I don�t know why I�m thinking about it. We were waiting for my match to start, but instead of talking strategy she was focusing intently on the TV in front of us. It was a �number one contender� match, her husband against that blonde jack-ass I can�t stand. The man who had continually embarrassed her in front of millions of people every week. The man who had ruined her good name. I hate him.
What had been a little surprising was that she hadn�t been focusing on the match, but on a person, and it hadn�t been her husband. She had the most intent look on her face, her eyebrows furrowed slightly and her lips firmly pressed together. She had looked beautiful. Then again, when doesn�t she? At first glance I thought it had been a look of concern, but then I realised that she was still upset about what he had done to her all those months ago. I had then turned my attention away from her, and towards her husband on screen.
I hate him even more. He�s the man that makes her happy. He�s the man that makes her smile. I hate him because she is his.
it�s over now � and I�ve gone without
cuz you�re everybody else�s girl
it seems to me � you�ll always be
everyone else�s girl
Her husband isn�t the only one jealous of her new business partner. I see them together on screen celebrating his victory, and I can�t help but kick myself. That could have been me, the new WWF Champion. That could have been me, with her. But I had my chance, and I blew it. Big time.
Long before the idea of a McMahon-Helmsley Era, she had come to me. It had been me whom she had first confided in, had first befriended, had first wanted. Stupid me. I had refused. As much as I had loved her, even all the way back then, I wouldn�t do it. I was afraid of her father, of his wrath and of his influence. Like her, wrestling is in me. It�s my life. Back then, when I had first entered the company, I was on a high. I had finally attained my goal in life and there was no way anybody could stop me from getting right to the very top. My career had always been the most important thing in my life, and I wasn�t about to let any woman take that away from me. I was convinced that her father�s power could easily wipe my career out, my entire life.
I sit back and wonder how her husband has managed to survive this long. I guess I underestimated her own power. And now she has also managed to lead another man to the gold. Married to one, and managing another.
Stupid me. I should have said �yes�.
The McMahon-Jericho Era. I can�t help but wonder what it would have been like.
this will all fall down
like everything in the world
this too must end
and everything else that was
we can�t take back
I often wonder when it would stop hurting. Not because it�s finally over, but because I can�t stop loving him. Even after all these months, even after all he�s done. I still love him. I know I hurt him terribly, and I can never be sorry enough for that, but�
Six months ago, it happened. He found out about me and him, the man I had married. He was hurt, and he had lashed out. He came out, week after week, and voiced his pain. I know him, much better than he realises. He had wanted to get back at me, and he did. Week after week he had come out and called me a �slut�.
Week after week I was torn between laughing and crying. It hurt because I know that for awhile he really did mean it. And it was funny, because in a way he was right. I was sleeping around on the man I loved�with the man I had married.