"You'll never find yourself until you face the truth."- Pearl Bailey
"Damn it Drew, come on. We're going to be late."
"I'm coming lassie. Hold on to your knickers."
"How colorful. Your match is before mine. You should care."
"I care Michelle. I'm just not as high strung as you. Must be a Benoit trait."
Michelle stuck her tongue out at Drew as the walked to the car. Since they had been roommates, they acted even more like brother and sister. Her current boyfriend John Cena could get a little jealous at times of how close they were, but Michelle had told him over and over they were just friends. Secretly she hoped that one day they might be more, but Drew was a player.
Her dad, Chris, had always warned her about wrestlers and the business. Both will always break your heart. He knew because he did that to her mom. They met when he was starting out and he never was around much when Michelle was growing up. So needless to say, he wasn't thrilled when she got a contract with OVW. "Be careful baby girl" is all he would ever say. Whether it was wrestling, driving home, or love. Michelle just smiled, grateful of how big a part of her life he had become. The truth was, he was the reason she got involved in the business to begin with. It started out as her doing it to get attention from him, but she discovered she actually liked it. And was good at it.
When they arrived at OVW, John was waiting for them. "Hi baby. Uh, Drew" he said annoyed. He kissed Michelle, told Drew his match was next, and that he had better get ready. Drew rolled his eyes and headed towards the locker room. He swung open the door, obviously upset. He slung his stuff into his locker, causing Stu to turn to confront him "Whoa, mate, who put the bee in your bonnet eh?"
"Fucking Cena. He treats me like shit because he thinks I'm trying to bang Michelle."
"Uh, why aren't you trying to bang Michelle again? She is hot, and has nice tits."
"Because she is my friend Stu."
"Yeah, and?"
"And, she would never have me."
"You never know if you don't try mate. Either she really hates my guts, or wants me. I am not sure which. She avoids me and walks away when I try to get close to her. She won't even make eye contact with me."
"Michelle doesn't hate anyone mate. Maybe you just intimidate her."
"What? I don't bite Drew."
"Hey, I know that, but maybe she doesn't."
Drew got ready for his match against Stu. He had to be sure to impress today especially. Execs from the front office were there to check progress of the next superstars and divas. They put on an excellent show, just like always, coming from years of working together. Soon it was time for Michelle's match. She emerged from the locker room in a red corset with black ties, her Daisy Duke cut offs and her soft brown curls bouncing when she walked. Stu and Drew both stopped and stared at her, amazed that she was so oblivious to how beautiful she was. "Hi boys" she said as she bounded down the corridor. They both could only wave and watch as she walked away, her round ass peeking out at them from under her gear.
John scowled at them, knowing exactly what they were thinking. "I don't appreciate you clowns eye-fucking my girlfriend. Especially you, Galloway. You see you keep it in your pants. Asshole."
They heard Buttons start to blast through the arena, and knew her match was about to start. Michelle came out to cheers and chants of Ben-oit Ben-oit as she danced her way to the ring. Tonight her opponent was Katie Lea. It was no secret that they couldn't stand each other out of the ring either. As the bell rang, they locked up. Katie sent her flying into the turnbuckle. When Katie tried to run at her, she brought her foot up and caught her in the midsection. Michelle watched as she went flying backwards and landed on her ass. She bent over her body and whispered, "Looks like your fake tits made you top heavy" as she grabbed her hair and pulled her up.
Katie slapped her, telling her "At least my daddy isn't the only reason I'm here."
Michelle was furious at that. She kicked her leg out from under her and dropped to the mat. She grabbed her arm and applied her father's famous submission hold, the Crippler Crossface. Katie shortly thereafter tapped out. The ref raised Michelle's hand in victory. Katie got up slowly, still in pain.
Michelle made it back behind the curtain, where John was supposed to be waiting for her. She saw Drew and Stu and asked them where John was. "Sorry baby, I'm right here" he said as he picked her up in his arms. "That was great baby girl. You will be joining me on Raw very soon, I know it. Come on, go get changed so I can take you out." John said, slapping her on the ass. He turned to Stu and Drew, "See you jokers later. Well I hope not, but I'm sure I will."
Michelle appeared out of the locker room dressed to kill. Her black and white, fitted Burberry shirt and Guess Vixen boot cut jeans hugging her curves, and her black boots adding height to her 5'3 frame. John smiled big at her, flashing those dimples she loves, and ran his hands up and down her ass. He spoke low in her ear "You look gorgeous baby. I can't wait to get you out of these jeans."
"Mmmm, well you are going to have to wait a little while, because you promised me dinner Mr. Cena."
"I know I know. But I am not sure I can control myself." His voice dropped an octave. "What would you do if I took you right here against this wall?"
"John! I am not an exhibitionist!"
"Why not? With a body like that, you should be proud to show off what you got."
"I am, but it is a privilege to see it. I love my curves. I don't show them to everyone. Now behave. I'm going to go say bye to Drew before we go."
"Gah. Do you have to? Never mind. I will stay here."
Michelle went to find Drew. She knocked on the locker room door "I'm coming in. If you don't want me to see it, cover it up!"
Drew was already dressed, but Stu had to grab a towel. "Bloody hell Michelle, I need more warning than that."
Michelle looked at his body up and down, the water glistening off his skin. For a moment she wondered what he would do if she licked the droplets off his abs but shook those thoughts from her head. She looked down and saw the noticeable bulge hiding behind his towel. 'God Michelle, just look up, don't look down, just keep looking up.'
"I just wanted to come in and say bye Drew. I won't be seeing you later. I am staying at John's tonight since he is in town."
"Oh, that's good lassie. Have a good time. Don't worry, I will take care of your cat for you. Anything else you need love?" Drew asked, trying to hide the twinge of jealously he was feeling. He shared so much with Michelle, their lives, their jobs, their home. He wondered why she would never look his way.
"No, I will be back in the morning. John has an early flight. Be good. I'll see you tomorrow." Michelle motioned for Drew to lean down so she could kiss him on the cheek. Drew smelled her perfume and had to steady his breathing. She gave him a peck on the cheek and walked out. Drew took a deep breath and fell back against the lockers. "Damn it."
"You have it bad mate. At least she looked at me today. Like I am a popsicle. But, you have to start somewhere. Cheer up mate. That was a joke. Lighten up."
Michelle made her way back to John when her phone started buzzing. She glanced at the screen and smiled. "Hi Daddy!"
"Bonjour mon petite chérie. Comment ça va?"
"I'm fine Daddy. How are you?"
"I'm quite well. How are things going?"
"Well, I'm in line to win the OVW Woman's title. If I do, I will be a shoe-in to be called up to WWE."
"That's wonderful! I'm very proud of you. Well, the guys are heading out so I better be with them. I will call you later baby. Je t'aime."
"Love you too. Ciao!"
Michelle hung up the phone and turned to John. "Shall we go?"
"Of course. The sooner I take you for a bite to eat, the sooner I can take you home and have you for dessert." Michelle squealed as John hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her out of the Davis Arena.