Title: Virginity
Rating: M
Genre: Drama/Romance
Summary: Her virginity meant everything to her, it was her life. She was raised on strong abstinence values and after giving into the temptation of celebration she drank. But she didn't know how much vodka was too much. And she had too much. She wakes up in bed the next morning, but it's not her bed. She wakes up on enemy lines, so now the war line has been drawn. WWE/TNA war fic!
Disclaimer: I only own Manuela Crystalynn Jones. I do not own WWE or TNA.
Chapter One:
"Come on, you've just won the TNA Women's title!" Gail Kim told her friend and fellow knockout.
"If you don't drink it I will." Christy Hemme, the fiery redhead teased.
Manuela Crystalynn Jones rolled her eyes and held up her hand. "Abstinence, babes."
"And you are the most abstinestic sinner out there. You're a knock out. You're supposed to be sexy. Come on, Manny."
"Abstinestic isn't a word." Manny put her hand down and leaned against the bar.
"Well, it's my word now."
"If you guys want to drink then call Jackie out here, hell get Jessica to come and drink." She was referring to Jessica Kresa, known as ODB.
"Hey, dance with me?" Lance Hoyt asked Christy as he walked up to the girls.
"Of course, hun." Christy grabbed his hand and he led her to the dance floor.
"You're champ," Gail knocked on the center plate of the TNA Knockouts title that rested on Manny's right shoulder. "You should at least have one shot of vodka. You don't know how long you're going to be at the top, so enjoy it while you can." Gail walked off, and Manny watched as Gail began to dance with Jay Lethal.
"What can I get you miss?" Manny turned sharply, and took a step away from the bar that she had been leaning on.
"Uh, nothing. I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"…uh, yeah. I'm… positive." Manny ran her hand thru her straight natural black-dyed brown with blonde highlights hair. Her face was heart shaped; she even had the clef chin, which she was insecure about. Manny sighed and then took a step forward. "What kind of drinks do you have?"
The bartender looked into her blue eyes. "Thought you were positive you didn't want anything."
"Maybe…" Manny looked down to her hand, right where her abstinence ring was. She looked back up. "I changed my mind?"
"Are you telling me that, or yourself?"
"Both. So, I'll take…"
"She'll have vodka, on the rocks. Same for me."
The Knockout turned and stared into the eyes of her fellow Knockout, Jessica (ODB).
"Thanks Jess,"
"Ah, no problem. Didn't know you drank, though."
"First time, and I'm only doing it to celebrate."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Jessica rolled her eyes, she was the Knockout that Manny had taken the title from.
"I'm sure you'll get the belt back soon."
"Yeah, but you deserve it. You've been a Knockout for what, three years now?"
"Three and a half. But hey, who's counting?"
"You are."
"I love wrestling, so it's good to finally be taken seriously as a woman's wrestler."
Jessica took the two glasses of vodka that was placed on the table and held one out to Manny. Manny took it and frowned.
"I'll drink to that." Jessica said as she clanged her glass with Manny's.
Manny didn't drink, she watched as her friend downed her glass on vodka as if it was water.
"Ah, that's so good." Her friend said with her eyes closed. Jessica opened them and looked at Manny. "Well, hun. What are you waiting for?"
Manny said nothing.
"Come on, you know you want to taste the liquid running down your throat. The way it feels when it's on your lips. The swe--."
"Shut up!" Manny glared as she put the glad cup to her lips and took a sip of it. She coughed and scrunched up her face.
Jessica laughed. "You'll get used to it."
Manny rolled her eyes as she watched Jessica walk away towards Jamie Szantyr (Velvet Sky) and Angel Williams (Angelina Love).
"Come on Manny, might as well finish the rest. Be Manuela for one minute." Manny muttered to herself. To her, Manny was a childish nickname, Manuela represented class and beauty.
Manuela placed the glass to her lips and then gulped it all down. Manuela looked at the bartender. "I'll take another."
"Coming right up, Miss…?"
"Jones, Manuela Jones."
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Manuela woke up the next morning, the sun shinning in the room's window. She groaned from the light, and from her intense headache.
"About time you woke up. Listen, you need to leave my hotel room before someone sees you."
"Excuse me?" Manny looked up and stared into the eyes of the guy she recognized to be Randy Orton. "Oh hell…no. No, no, no, no!"
"Well, you aren't exactly anything special to look at either."
Manny looked down and her fears were realized. She was naked. "Oww, my head."
"Can you get dressed now? I swear, the sex wasn't worth it."
"Shut up!" Manny snapped at him. "I got drunk last night for the first time ever, I wake up next to you. You of all people, a snobby WWE wrestler, you took my virginity! My virginity!" she stood up and began to looking for her clothes as she began to talk. "Breaking my strict abstinence values! And I have a killer hangover! Do you really want to mess with me?"
Randy laughed. "Your thong is under my pillow."
Manny looked at Randy and then let out one loud scream.
"Shut up!" Randy yelled back at her. "No one can know about this, okay? I'm married."
"Oh, this just makes it all the sweeter." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
Randy walked to his bed and then handed her, her thong. "Take this, and the rest of your clothes and change. Then go somewhere. Okay, you're nothing but a cheap one night stand. I'm a professional wrestling, a Champion, thee champion. May I ask what you do for a living? Are you a prostitute?"
"I told you, I'm a…I was a virgin. There for I didn't have sex. Okay? And, for the record. I'm a professional wrestler, a champion. Thee champion." She spat his word back in his face.
"You're an indy wrestler? Do you wrestle for FCW? If you do, I'll have you fired for your rudeness."
"No, actually. I'm a TNA Knockout."
Randy's mouth hung open. "No wonder you sucked in bed. And I don't just mean literally."
"Well, if I could remember what the hell happened. I'm sure you sucked to." Manny put her skirt over her thong, and then grabbed her bra.
"It's hard to take you seriously when you're naked in front of me."
Manny glared at him. "Shut up!"
"We should just act like this never happened." Randy told her.
Manny scoffed as she snapped her bra. "Ha, easy for you to say. Get it thru your head. I can never forget. You took my virginity and I broke my values. I'm going straight to church, and hope that I don't get stricken down by lightning on the way there."
"Then what are you going to do? Giggle to all your friends on that second rate show?"
"Second rate? TNA has more realistic matches than WWE. We're far better, WWE is just larger and more popular. And, when your fan base gets tired of seeing Ken Kennedy vs. Shawn Michaels, Bob Holly vs. Carlito and ah, can't forget, Hornswoggle vs. Khali over and over again, they'll come to their senses and watch the better show. T. N. A."
"Oh please, get over yourself. And hell – while you're getting over yourself you can get out of my room."
"With pleasure. Just need to find my title."
"Check the trash, because that's what the TNA Women's division is."
"Oh fucking please! TNA women's division is so much better than WWE's."
Randy couldn't deny that. TNA women's division was widely popular and most of their divas were wrestlers and not just eye candy.
"For breaking my vows and sinning, I'm so going to hell." Manny walked over to Randy's bed and began to look for her title. "So, I guess I'll be seeing you there."
"Is this it?" Randy asked holding up the title.
"Actually, yes it is."
"Oh, thought it was a coaster." He laughed at his little joke, but as soon as Manny grabbed her title she slapped him right in the face.
"Bastard."
Randy held his cheek. "Bitch. Ugh, remember nobody is to know of this."
"Too. Late." Another voice said leaning in the door frame, Randy and Manny turned to see who was in their company.
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A/n: Ut oh, who do you think found them? Do you like it so far? I wanna hear your thoughts. Review please!