Allie paced nervously in her locker room, Vince McMahon would be there any
minute now. Allie Irvine was the newest diva in the WWE. She stood about
five feet six inches, and had a slim build, though you couldn't tell
because of her baggy clothes. She had blonde hair that was streaked with
red and purple. To be honest, she looked like something straight out of
Jeff Hardyville.
She finally decided to go out into the hall to see what was going on. No sooner than she had opened the door, Vince walked up. She gasped, "Mr. M- McMahon, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I mean I.." Vince held up his hand, "Its ok Miss Irvine. Now, about your new job." She nodded to Vince, "I-I'd like to be a valet." Vince pondered this for a moment, "Alright, you can be Brock Lesnar's valet." Vince got up and walked out of the locker room, leaving an open mouthed, shocked Allie behind.
Vince went down the hall to Brock Lesnar's locker room and knocked on the door. Brock got up from his couch and opened the door, "What do you want?" Vince stepped inside the locker room, "I came here to inform you that you now have a valet." Brock narrowed his eyes at Vince, "Why do I have a valet?" Vince shrugged, "The new diva wanted to be a valet, so I chose you to be the one." Brock sighed, "Fine. I'll give her three weeks to prove herself as an asset. If it doesn't work, she's not my valet anymore." Vince nodded, "It's a deal then."
Allie sat on her couch; she had wanted to be a valet for someone, but not him. How could Vince do this to her? Brock was a ruthless individual to be around, she didn't know if this would work or not. Sure she had seen him on tv and everything, but how would he act behind the scenes? She finally gave up on trying to figure this one out and pulled her hair up into a ponytail then picked up a Raw magazine to read. She had to have something that would get her mind off of being Brock's new valet. After all, this was going to be a dangerous job for her to be doing.
Brock watched as Vince left his room. He didn't need a valet; he was doing just fine on his own. Besides, she was new, so what made her so special? That he didn't know, but he intended to test her skills as soon as possible. He walked out of his locker room and started down the hall, he didn't even know the woman's name. He came to a door that said 'Kitty' on it and figured that it was her locker room. He hesitated before knocking; she was probably another Trish Stratus figure. He knocked on the door, but what he would find in the room would be a shock to him.
Allie got up and opened her locker room door, "Hey what can I....o-oh I-its you.c-come in." Brock eyed her a bit, she looked tough, but she was scared of him? He stepped inside the locker room, keeping his eyes on her. He didn't know what to think about this one, here she was dressed like something from Jeff Hardy's imagination and she was stuttering at the sight of him. She closed the door and looked at him, she was nervous around him because of all she had heard. Brock crossed his arms over his chest, "I hope your not scared of everything."
That did it, no one ever called her scared, she was just nervous. She drew her arm back and slapped Brock across the face, "I'm not scared, especially not of you." The force of her slap turned Brock's head, no woman had ever had that much power in one hand. He turned back to her and smirked, "I think you'll do well as a valet. Just don't screw anything up and you'll keep your job." She took on an arrogant smile like her brother, "Just don't get in my way and we won't have a problem Brock." He looked at her, "That face..."
Chris happened to walk into the room just as Brock took a step closer to Allie. Chris slammed the door to get their attention. Allie looked at her brother and walked over to him, "Hey Chris." He hugged her and kissed her forehead, "Hey Allison." She wrinkled her nose at him, "You know I hate that name." He laughed lightly, "I know, that's why I call you that." She playfully punched him, "Jerkface." Chris tickled her ribs a bit, "Teenager wannabe." She put her hands on her hips, and pouted her lips, "I'm growing up Chrissy. I'm twenty now."
Brock looked confused, she went from violent to a regular teenager in two seconds. He looked over at Chris, "What are you doing in here Jericho?" Allie turned to face Brock, "Leave my brother alone. He can come in here if he wants to." Brock stepped back, "Now I know where you get that arrogant look from. That explains everything." Chris put a protective arm on her shoulders as he looked at Brock, "You may be her new onstage love interest, but around here I better not catch you touching her. You got it?" Brock smirked, "And if I do?" Chris stepped up to him, "If you do touch her, you'll regret it."
Allie hugged Chris and kissed his cheek before he left, she closed the door behind him. Then she turned back to Brock, "You are rude." Brock shrugged, "What's it to you?" She stepped up to him, "I don't like it." Brock was about to give her a piece of his mind when he looked at her, really looked at her for the first time. Her eyes were a deep emerald green and she was actually very pretty. The fact that she didn't wear make-up also attracted him to her. He stepped back from her, what was he thinking, first she was pretty and now he was attracted. He couldn't let this get in the way of his career.
She looked at him, "What are you staring at?" Brock shook his head, "Nothing." A skeptical look crossed her face, "Yeah, yeah, pick your mouth up off the floor." At her words his face went red, "What are you implying exactly?" She smirked, "I saw the way you were looking at me, but don't get any ideas. I wouldn't go with you if you were the last guy on earth." He stepped back, "Huh?" She pushed a few pieces of hair out of her face, "I know what you were thinking, but I wouldn't go with you. The reason is because you're too rude, and you're mean."
He had never had someone talk to him like this, but he couldn't bring himself to yell at her. He finally gave up and walked out of her locker room. When he walked out of the room he ran right into Shawn Michaels. Shawn looked at him, "Hello Brock, is something wrong?" Brock looked at him, "What do you mean?" Shawn laughed, "You look like you've been hit by an arrow that says love all over it." Brock blushed, "That's ridiculous." Shawn smirked and pointed to Allie's locker room door, "It's the new diva isn't it?" Brock rolled his eyes, "I don't like her, and she's just my valet ok." Shawn chuckled as Brock walked off from him.
Shawn knocked on Allie's locker room door. She rolled her eyes and opened the door, "What is your problem Brock..I mean...oh my god your Shawn Michaels!" Shawn laughed as he looked at her, "Yeah, last time I checked I was." She moved back, "Please, come right in." He walked into the room as she shut the door. She looked nervous around him, "Mr. Michaels I'm really sorry about that I thought you were.." He held up his hand, "Its ok, I understand the attraction."
Shawn suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake; she looked upset with him now. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes were shining with irritation. He put his hand on her shoulder, "Hey, I didn't mean to make it sound that way." She rolled her eyes, "If you weren't a legend I'd hit you in the face." Shawn laughed, "I can tell, the look on your face says it all. So, I hear that your Brock's new valet." She nodded, "Unfortunately."
He smiled, this was one of the smarter women he had met in his lifetime, "You'll get used to him in time, but I know you won't end up liking him." She looked at Shawn, "What do you mean by that?" Shawn pointed to her necklace, "It looks like your attracted to Mr. Copeland." She blushed, "Well I mean....he is kind of se..I mean cute." Shawn chuckled, "You think he's hot don't you?" She nodded and he smiled, "Do you want to meet him?" Her head shot up, "Really!?" Shawn nodded, "Follow me."
She ran down the hall ahead of Shawn and stopped at Edge's locker room. Shawn laughed as he looked at her, "Stop drooling A, you'll live." She tried to calm herself, but the minute Shawn opened the door it was all over. Adam looked up at them and flashed her that perfect, heart-melting smile as he stood up. Shawn looked over at her and covered his mouth to keep from laughing, "Allie, close your mouth and put your eyes back in their sockets." She shook her head to recover as Shawn led her inside the locker room by the arm.
Shawn grinned at Adam, "She's got the hotts for ya Copeland." Edge smiled at her, "Hi, I'm Adam Cop.." She nodded, "I know exactly who you are Mr. Copeland." Shawn smiled and left the room, closing the door behind him, "Those two should hit it off great." Adam smiled to her, "Have a seat, I don't bite." He said as he sat down on the couch. She took a seat next to him, her face being red from embarrassment. Adam smiled softly at her, "You can calm down you know." She looked at him and smiled a little, she was still nervous around him. Adam laughed, "Show me a real smile."
Allie tried to relax and smile for him, but she couldn't make herself relax. Adam shook his head, "Are you ticklish?" She nodded to him, she was very ticklish in fact. Adam reached over and gently tickled her side, earning him a laugh and a smile, "That's better." She blushed again, "That wasn't fair." A smile swept over his face, "I never was fair you know." She giggled, "Yeah right, you're the straight arrow one. Jay is the one that cheats and such." He smiled, she knew more about him and his brother than he did.
He leaned back against the couch and looked at her, "So tell me, what's your name?" She looked to him, "Allie Irvine." He looked at her, "So your Chris's sister. Your all he talks about. He is so fond of you, we have to make him shut up sometimes. He can talk too much." She nodded, "I know that all to well. When he's with me all he talks about is Jessica. It drives me insane." Adam laughed, "Now you know how we feel." A smile crossed her face, "You have no idea how lucky you are not to live with him." Adam smiled again, "Is he that bad?"
Adam and Allie's laughing could be heard in the hall as Allie finished telling him a story about her brother. Adam recovered from his laughing and looked at her, "So he really does that?" She nodded, "Yes, he really does." She had just finished telling him about Chris's obsession with taking pictures of her. He smiled, "I always wondered why he had that picture album in his locker room." She blushed, "Please tell me that no one has seen it." Adam grinned, "I have." She blushed and looked uncomfortable again. He put a hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, there weren't any bad ones in there."
Allie smiled at Adam as she stood up, "I really should get back to my locker room before Chris sends a search party after me." He stood up and walked to the door, "Come by anytime you want, your welcome here." She smiled, "Thanks Adam, I appreciate it." He opened the door and then looked at her, "Sure thing cutie." She blushed and punched him playfully. "Adam.." He gently grabbed her arms and pulled her against him, smiling down at her. She looked up at him and her blush went deeper red.
Adam leaned down and kissed her softly, holding the kiss for a few moments. Brock had come looking for Allie to tell her about the match tonight when he walked by Adam's door. He stopped in his tracks just as Adam kissed her, he could feel his temper start to flare up. It didn't help that Allie was clinging to him either. He walked into the room and pulled her out of Adam's arms, "What do you think your doing." She looked stunned for a moment, "What?" Adam looked at Brock, "What's with you man?" Brock held her against his side, "Stay away from her Copeland."
Brock turned and started back down the hall, almost having Allie off the floor. She was trying her best to keep up with him, "Brock what is wrong with you?" He got to his locker room and walked inside, only letting her go after he closed the door, "What was that all about!?" She looked at him, "Why does it matter to you?" He walked up to her and grabbed her by her shoulders, "It matters because you are my valet, not his." She looked up at him, "Let me go, your hurting me Brock."
He let her go and then looked at her. Why had he suddenly gotten so defensive about her? She rubbed her shoulders gently, "I don't know what's gotten into you, its not like I'm with you or anything." He popped his neck, "Does it matter?" She nodded, "As a matter of fact it does. I am free to be with whoever I like, you don't own me." He stepped up to her again, "Get ready for the match, its in five minutes. I'll be waiting at the curtain, don't be late." He grabbed her more gently by the waist this time and kissed her hard then let her go. Walking out of the room and to the curtain to await his match. Allie stood in the room with shock written on her face, he had just kissed her. She got ready for the match quickly and then went to the curtain, "Why did you.." She was cut off as he looked at her, "Don't ask questions, its time."
She finally decided to go out into the hall to see what was going on. No sooner than she had opened the door, Vince walked up. She gasped, "Mr. M- McMahon, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I mean I.." Vince held up his hand, "Its ok Miss Irvine. Now, about your new job." She nodded to Vince, "I-I'd like to be a valet." Vince pondered this for a moment, "Alright, you can be Brock Lesnar's valet." Vince got up and walked out of the locker room, leaving an open mouthed, shocked Allie behind.
Vince went down the hall to Brock Lesnar's locker room and knocked on the door. Brock got up from his couch and opened the door, "What do you want?" Vince stepped inside the locker room, "I came here to inform you that you now have a valet." Brock narrowed his eyes at Vince, "Why do I have a valet?" Vince shrugged, "The new diva wanted to be a valet, so I chose you to be the one." Brock sighed, "Fine. I'll give her three weeks to prove herself as an asset. If it doesn't work, she's not my valet anymore." Vince nodded, "It's a deal then."
Allie sat on her couch; she had wanted to be a valet for someone, but not him. How could Vince do this to her? Brock was a ruthless individual to be around, she didn't know if this would work or not. Sure she had seen him on tv and everything, but how would he act behind the scenes? She finally gave up on trying to figure this one out and pulled her hair up into a ponytail then picked up a Raw magazine to read. She had to have something that would get her mind off of being Brock's new valet. After all, this was going to be a dangerous job for her to be doing.
Brock watched as Vince left his room. He didn't need a valet; he was doing just fine on his own. Besides, she was new, so what made her so special? That he didn't know, but he intended to test her skills as soon as possible. He walked out of his locker room and started down the hall, he didn't even know the woman's name. He came to a door that said 'Kitty' on it and figured that it was her locker room. He hesitated before knocking; she was probably another Trish Stratus figure. He knocked on the door, but what he would find in the room would be a shock to him.
Allie got up and opened her locker room door, "Hey what can I....o-oh I-its you.c-come in." Brock eyed her a bit, she looked tough, but she was scared of him? He stepped inside the locker room, keeping his eyes on her. He didn't know what to think about this one, here she was dressed like something from Jeff Hardy's imagination and she was stuttering at the sight of him. She closed the door and looked at him, she was nervous around him because of all she had heard. Brock crossed his arms over his chest, "I hope your not scared of everything."
That did it, no one ever called her scared, she was just nervous. She drew her arm back and slapped Brock across the face, "I'm not scared, especially not of you." The force of her slap turned Brock's head, no woman had ever had that much power in one hand. He turned back to her and smirked, "I think you'll do well as a valet. Just don't screw anything up and you'll keep your job." She took on an arrogant smile like her brother, "Just don't get in my way and we won't have a problem Brock." He looked at her, "That face..."
Chris happened to walk into the room just as Brock took a step closer to Allie. Chris slammed the door to get their attention. Allie looked at her brother and walked over to him, "Hey Chris." He hugged her and kissed her forehead, "Hey Allison." She wrinkled her nose at him, "You know I hate that name." He laughed lightly, "I know, that's why I call you that." She playfully punched him, "Jerkface." Chris tickled her ribs a bit, "Teenager wannabe." She put her hands on her hips, and pouted her lips, "I'm growing up Chrissy. I'm twenty now."
Brock looked confused, she went from violent to a regular teenager in two seconds. He looked over at Chris, "What are you doing in here Jericho?" Allie turned to face Brock, "Leave my brother alone. He can come in here if he wants to." Brock stepped back, "Now I know where you get that arrogant look from. That explains everything." Chris put a protective arm on her shoulders as he looked at Brock, "You may be her new onstage love interest, but around here I better not catch you touching her. You got it?" Brock smirked, "And if I do?" Chris stepped up to him, "If you do touch her, you'll regret it."
Allie hugged Chris and kissed his cheek before he left, she closed the door behind him. Then she turned back to Brock, "You are rude." Brock shrugged, "What's it to you?" She stepped up to him, "I don't like it." Brock was about to give her a piece of his mind when he looked at her, really looked at her for the first time. Her eyes were a deep emerald green and she was actually very pretty. The fact that she didn't wear make-up also attracted him to her. He stepped back from her, what was he thinking, first she was pretty and now he was attracted. He couldn't let this get in the way of his career.
She looked at him, "What are you staring at?" Brock shook his head, "Nothing." A skeptical look crossed her face, "Yeah, yeah, pick your mouth up off the floor." At her words his face went red, "What are you implying exactly?" She smirked, "I saw the way you were looking at me, but don't get any ideas. I wouldn't go with you if you were the last guy on earth." He stepped back, "Huh?" She pushed a few pieces of hair out of her face, "I know what you were thinking, but I wouldn't go with you. The reason is because you're too rude, and you're mean."
He had never had someone talk to him like this, but he couldn't bring himself to yell at her. He finally gave up and walked out of her locker room. When he walked out of the room he ran right into Shawn Michaels. Shawn looked at him, "Hello Brock, is something wrong?" Brock looked at him, "What do you mean?" Shawn laughed, "You look like you've been hit by an arrow that says love all over it." Brock blushed, "That's ridiculous." Shawn smirked and pointed to Allie's locker room door, "It's the new diva isn't it?" Brock rolled his eyes, "I don't like her, and she's just my valet ok." Shawn chuckled as Brock walked off from him.
Shawn knocked on Allie's locker room door. She rolled her eyes and opened the door, "What is your problem Brock..I mean...oh my god your Shawn Michaels!" Shawn laughed as he looked at her, "Yeah, last time I checked I was." She moved back, "Please, come right in." He walked into the room as she shut the door. She looked nervous around him, "Mr. Michaels I'm really sorry about that I thought you were.." He held up his hand, "Its ok, I understand the attraction."
Shawn suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake; she looked upset with him now. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes were shining with irritation. He put his hand on her shoulder, "Hey, I didn't mean to make it sound that way." She rolled her eyes, "If you weren't a legend I'd hit you in the face." Shawn laughed, "I can tell, the look on your face says it all. So, I hear that your Brock's new valet." She nodded, "Unfortunately."
He smiled, this was one of the smarter women he had met in his lifetime, "You'll get used to him in time, but I know you won't end up liking him." She looked at Shawn, "What do you mean by that?" Shawn pointed to her necklace, "It looks like your attracted to Mr. Copeland." She blushed, "Well I mean....he is kind of se..I mean cute." Shawn chuckled, "You think he's hot don't you?" She nodded and he smiled, "Do you want to meet him?" Her head shot up, "Really!?" Shawn nodded, "Follow me."
She ran down the hall ahead of Shawn and stopped at Edge's locker room. Shawn laughed as he looked at her, "Stop drooling A, you'll live." She tried to calm herself, but the minute Shawn opened the door it was all over. Adam looked up at them and flashed her that perfect, heart-melting smile as he stood up. Shawn looked over at her and covered his mouth to keep from laughing, "Allie, close your mouth and put your eyes back in their sockets." She shook her head to recover as Shawn led her inside the locker room by the arm.
Shawn grinned at Adam, "She's got the hotts for ya Copeland." Edge smiled at her, "Hi, I'm Adam Cop.." She nodded, "I know exactly who you are Mr. Copeland." Shawn smiled and left the room, closing the door behind him, "Those two should hit it off great." Adam smiled to her, "Have a seat, I don't bite." He said as he sat down on the couch. She took a seat next to him, her face being red from embarrassment. Adam smiled softly at her, "You can calm down you know." She looked at him and smiled a little, she was still nervous around him. Adam laughed, "Show me a real smile."
Allie tried to relax and smile for him, but she couldn't make herself relax. Adam shook his head, "Are you ticklish?" She nodded to him, she was very ticklish in fact. Adam reached over and gently tickled her side, earning him a laugh and a smile, "That's better." She blushed again, "That wasn't fair." A smile swept over his face, "I never was fair you know." She giggled, "Yeah right, you're the straight arrow one. Jay is the one that cheats and such." He smiled, she knew more about him and his brother than he did.
He leaned back against the couch and looked at her, "So tell me, what's your name?" She looked to him, "Allie Irvine." He looked at her, "So your Chris's sister. Your all he talks about. He is so fond of you, we have to make him shut up sometimes. He can talk too much." She nodded, "I know that all to well. When he's with me all he talks about is Jessica. It drives me insane." Adam laughed, "Now you know how we feel." A smile crossed her face, "You have no idea how lucky you are not to live with him." Adam smiled again, "Is he that bad?"
Adam and Allie's laughing could be heard in the hall as Allie finished telling him a story about her brother. Adam recovered from his laughing and looked at her, "So he really does that?" She nodded, "Yes, he really does." She had just finished telling him about Chris's obsession with taking pictures of her. He smiled, "I always wondered why he had that picture album in his locker room." She blushed, "Please tell me that no one has seen it." Adam grinned, "I have." She blushed and looked uncomfortable again. He put a hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry, there weren't any bad ones in there."
Allie smiled at Adam as she stood up, "I really should get back to my locker room before Chris sends a search party after me." He stood up and walked to the door, "Come by anytime you want, your welcome here." She smiled, "Thanks Adam, I appreciate it." He opened the door and then looked at her, "Sure thing cutie." She blushed and punched him playfully. "Adam.." He gently grabbed her arms and pulled her against him, smiling down at her. She looked up at him and her blush went deeper red.
Adam leaned down and kissed her softly, holding the kiss for a few moments. Brock had come looking for Allie to tell her about the match tonight when he walked by Adam's door. He stopped in his tracks just as Adam kissed her, he could feel his temper start to flare up. It didn't help that Allie was clinging to him either. He walked into the room and pulled her out of Adam's arms, "What do you think your doing." She looked stunned for a moment, "What?" Adam looked at Brock, "What's with you man?" Brock held her against his side, "Stay away from her Copeland."
Brock turned and started back down the hall, almost having Allie off the floor. She was trying her best to keep up with him, "Brock what is wrong with you?" He got to his locker room and walked inside, only letting her go after he closed the door, "What was that all about!?" She looked at him, "Why does it matter to you?" He walked up to her and grabbed her by her shoulders, "It matters because you are my valet, not his." She looked up at him, "Let me go, your hurting me Brock."
He let her go and then looked at her. Why had he suddenly gotten so defensive about her? She rubbed her shoulders gently, "I don't know what's gotten into you, its not like I'm with you or anything." He popped his neck, "Does it matter?" She nodded, "As a matter of fact it does. I am free to be with whoever I like, you don't own me." He stepped up to her again, "Get ready for the match, its in five minutes. I'll be waiting at the curtain, don't be late." He grabbed her more gently by the waist this time and kissed her hard then let her go. Walking out of the room and to the curtain to await his match. Allie stood in the room with shock written on her face, he had just kissed her. She got ready for the match quickly and then went to the curtain, "Why did you.." She was cut off as he looked at her, "Don't ask questions, its time."