Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted anything on here. I don't know how to end my last story, but I'm working on it. In the mean time, I got an english assignment to write a fairytale and since I love WWE, I figured why not combine the two? Granted, I had to follow some certain guidelines with descriptions and whatnot and maybe things are a bit rushed, but here's the finished product; chapter one of the wonderful Jorrie fairytale: Torrie and the Champ. I hope you like it, especially all my fellow Jorrie lovers.
Summary: AU, Jorrie fairytale. Technically, Torrie Wilson is a member of the royal family, but no one treats her that way. She then meets King McManian's best fighter, simply known as the Champ. After secretly dating for months, they want to get married, but King McManian won't allow it until he comes up with a challenge for the Champ.
In a faraway kingdom known as Rawberg, there lived a beautiful princess named Torrie Wilson. Yet, she wasn't born a princess. Torrie started out as a mere servant for the king, cleaning the castle along with her mother. But one day Torrie's mother fell ill and sadly passed away. However, the queen took pity on the young girl and adopted her as her own, but King McManian was not pleased with this. He refused to treat her any differently and still looked down upon her as nothing more than a servant. King McManian ruled Rawberg with an iron fist; if anyone in the kingdom ever dared to disobey him, they would hear those infamous words; "You're exiled!" before being thrown out of the nation forever.
Despite all of this, Torrie still grew up into an attractive young lady. Most people would agree she was easily the most stunning woman in all of Rawberg. Her skin looked as if the rays of the sun had kissed it. Her hair was a light honey color that ran down her back like waves washing over the beach. Her eyes sparkled with green as vibrant as jade. Her lips were a wonderful hue of pink like a carnation flower. Yes, Torrie was indeed beautiful and even though she was treated terribly by most of the royal family, she still managed to find love.
A few months after her mother died, Torrie met one of King McManian's greatest knights. He was a remarkable fighter, defeating any opponent who dared challenged him. In fact, he was such an outstanding combatant that people simply called him "The Champ". Most didn't know his real name anyway. The Champ was always extremely kind to Torrie, unlike King McManian's other fighters. Any time others in the castle mistreated the blonde princess the Champ would come to her defense. He was also incredibly good-looking, a muscular guy with hair the color of milk chocolate, a tan complexion, and eyes the color of the ocean. Most girls in the kingdom would do anything to be with him, but no matter how rich or beautiful a princess was, The Champ turned them all down; there was only one girl he wanted, and that was Torrie.
As time passed, Torrie and the Champ established a close relationship, constantly meeting with each other in secrecy due to the consequences they would have to face if King McManian ever found out. Eventually, The Champ admitted his love for Torrie, and much to her surprise and the two became secret lovers. For once, things seemed perfect for Torrie, but little did she know her whole world would fall apart come crashing down.
The Champ was waiting for Torrie in the usual spot this morning, behind the castle deep within the royal garden. The king never went into the garden, it was more for decoration and only the servants took care of it. The Champ was a bit more nervous than usual today; he had something very important to tell Torrie. He glanced up as he heard rustling in the bushes, but let out a small sigh of relief when he realized it was only Torrie, wearing a tattered pink cotton dress. She hardly looked like the princess she was supposed to be, but King McManian would never allow her to wear anything elegant.
"Morning, princess" he said with a grin as she approached him. He was the only one who ever referred to her as royalty; it was also a little pet name he used for her. The blonde girl gave him a small smile.
"Morning," she replied before frowning slightly. "What's wrong? You seem a bit…nervous," Torrie pointed out.
The Champ sighed softly. "It's nothing, Tor," he began, calling her by a little nickname he had given her. "I just wanted to ask you something," he said, gently taking her hand. "Even though our relationship can't be known by the public, I want you to know how much I love you," he began, pulling out a small golden ring with a little diamond in the center. "Torrie, will you marry me?" he asked, dropping down to one knee.
Torrie was shocked, but overwhelmed with joy. "Yes, of course I'll marry you," she replied as he slipped the ring onto her finger. But their happiness was short-lived as Torrie realized something. "Wait, John," Torrie began, using his real name. "We can never actually get married. If anyone found out about this, you know what would happen," she said rather sadly.
John sighed; she had a point. "Look, princess, I don't care what King McManian can do. Nothing's going to change the way I feel about you," he said firmly. The blonde woman smiled at The Champ, hugging him gently. Maybe things could work out between them after all.
Suddenly Torrie heard rustling in the bushes. Had someone found out about them? "Quick, hide!" Torrie commanded before pushing John into the bushes. Emerging from the shrubbery was none other than King McManian's trusted advisor, Sir William Regal.
"What are you doing out here, Ms. Wilson?" Regal questioned, cold eyes staring at what he referred to as 'a sorry excuse for a princess'.
"I, uh… I'm tending to the garden," Torrie lied, avoiding his piercing gaze. He stood quiet for a moment and Torrie took that as a sign that her lie worked.
"Well, the king requests your presence in the Great Hall immediately. He has a very imperative announcement to make regarding you," Regal replied before turning away and heading back towards the castle.
John came out from the bushes, picking leaves out of his hair. "Wow, I wonder what the king wants. Do you think it's good news or bad news?" he asked.
Torrie sighed softly. "I don't know, but I suppose there's only one way to find out."
The Great Hall was nothing short of excellence. It was an enormous room decorated with the finest adornments and paintings and was mainly used for special ceremonies, dinner occasions, or addresses from the king. There was also a red velvet carpet laid out from the door to the seats of the king and queen. By the time Torrie arrived, the king, the queen, and their two children, Stephanie and Shane, were already there, among other important figures such as Regal and the king's best fighters, Orton, Hunter, and Adam.
Torrie took a deep curtsy as she addressed the king. "Please forgive me for my tardiness, sir," she said as John slipped by her, taking his place with the rest of the fighters.
"Just don't let it happen again," McManian said rather rudely. "Now, Torrie, you've been living here in the castle for awhile and I've realized that you're now old enough to marry," he began. Torrie's heart skipped a beat, would the king let her marry? If so, she could finally be with John. "So, I've arranged your marriage to the ruler of Paparazzi Villa, Nitro."
Her world came crashing down.
"It'll be good for Rawberg. We'll have a new ally and this will bring lots of money to our country. After all, it's all about the money," he smirked, gesturing for Nitro to enter the room.
Nitro was quite the character. He came into the room with a swagger, tossing his long brown hair back as he strolled towards the king and queen. Paparazzi Villa was a cash cow nation. Everyone flocked there to see the rich and famous, and they paid big money to do so. He was definitely a ladies' man, wooing females wherever he went. He gave Torrie the once over and shrugged.
"You ain't that bad looking and I need a princess to help me rule over Paparazzi Villa," Nitro said, turning towards McManian as he wrapped his arm around her. "So, when's the wedding?"
Torrie frowned, she was less than thrilled with Nitro and wasn't about to just let McManian plan her wedding.
"No! There will be no wedding because I refuse to marry him!" Torrie exclaimed, causing everyone in attendance to gasp. The king was shocked and appalled.
"How dare you talk back to me! You will marry Nitro and that's final. No one else will ever love you and you should be thankful that you're getting a husband like Nitro!" McManian yelled. Torrie pulled away from Nitro.
"You're wrong! I have found someone who loves me," Torrie said, rushing over to The Champ. "This is who I want to marry and spend the rest of my life with." John smiled at the courageous blonde before speaking.
"Its true, sir. I love Torrie and with all due respect you cannot destroy our relationship no matter what you do," he informed.
McManian glared at the pair for a moment before smiling devilishly. "Fine, if that's what you really want, then I'll make you a deal. If The Champ can beat three of my best fighters in combat, you two can get married." Torrie and John exchanged confused looks before shifting their gaze to the king.
"I accept your offer, Mr. McManian. I'll take on anyone to be with Torrie," The Champ replied, completely confident. Everyone knew he never backed down from a challenge. Torrie, on the other hand, was having her doubts. She knew John was a great fighter, but McManian would do whatever it took to get his way.
Oh, geez. Can the Champ do it? Will he be able to defeat his opponents and win Torrie's hand in marriage? Next chapter: Caged with Khali.