This is another story Idea that popped into my head when I was watching RAW. I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think D.
Bailey Ann Brooks- 22 years old. Stripper, living in a run down apartment in her hometown of Chicago, Illinois. Has a 4 year old Son, Tristan Brooks, The father is not in his life because he doesn't know about him. Has never been married. Brother is Phil Brooks A.K.A CM Punk
Tristan Brooks- 4 years old. Mother is Bailey Brooks and he doesn't know his father. Only male influence is his Uncle Phil.
Dave Bautista- 39 Years Old. Profession Wrestler on RAW. Has 2 daughters and is divorced two years ago.
Bailey hummed softly as she walked into her apartment. She had asked her best friend, Lilly to watch Tristan while she was at work that night since her babysitter had quit the night before. Why? Well, Tristan has some separation issues at the age of four, which leads to yelling and hitting. He hates being away from Bailey longer than an hour and in order to keep a roof over his head, she has to work long hours. She has been trying to talk her boss into giving her later shifts so Tristan is in bed by the time she leaves but he isn't nudging a bit. She dropped her purse onto the hook near the door and pulled her waist long black hair out of it's messy bun, letting the straight strands fall down her back as she walked into the living room to turn on some kind of a light. "Lilly, wake your ass up." "Last time I checked I wasn't Lilly"
Bailey turned around, looking right into the hazel eyes of her brother, CM Punk but known to her as Phil Brooks. She placed a hand over her heart and sighed. "Jesus Christ. Did you need to give me a heart attack?" She said, slapping him up side the head. Unlike their other siblings, Bailey and Phil looked like they could be twins when they were near each other except for Bailey's younger appearance. Bailey had jet black hair and hazel eyes that matched Phil's to a T. Having a son at 16, it was easier than most to get her body back into shape quickly and she actually looked better than before. The weight gain had offered Bailey more curves than she had before and she was proud of her body. One thing she wasn't proud of was using it to get money and she wasn't in the mood to hear her brother's long lectures. She walked into the kitchen and pulled a can of spaghetti-os out of the cabnet and started to heat them up. "So, where did you stuff Lilly's body?"She asked her brother as he took a seat at the table.
Phil rolled his eyes and pushed his hair back from his face. "Into her car. You know, you could be happy to see me. At least Tri was." "Tri is a four year old boy who still thinks you beat up Dave Bautista for real every Monday night Phil. As much as I wish you really were beating him up, I'm in reality." She said as she put the spaghetti-os in a bowl and grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge. She handed one to her brother before sitting down and starting to eat. Phil rolled his eyes and sighed. "Why can't you let that night go Bail? Is it really that hard?" "Yes it is really that hard phil. You know what you can bite me and so can he." She said, getting up and grabbing her water and bowl of spaghetti-os before walking down the hall to her room. She shut the door and locked it before laying on her bed. She sniffled as she felt cold tears run down her red face. She was embarrassed she had to live like this. She slowly fell to sleep with the forgotten spaghetti-os beside her on the nightstand.
She woke up the next morning to loud voices and the sound of her fire alarm as well as the smell of burning eggs. She jumped up and ran out into the kitchen to see Phil and Tristan trying to stop the fire alarm. She threw the burnt eggs into the sink and turned on the cold water before opening the windows in the kitchen. In about 10 seconds the fire alarm stopped. Phil and Tristan stood there, looking like two little boys who knew they were in trouble. Only problem was, was one of them was a little boy and the other was a 29 year old man. "What the flip?"She asked, her question directed straight at Phil, who pushed Tristan gently towards Bailey. Tristan put on his best puppy eyes and hugged his mother around her leg. "We was trying to make you breakfast in bed."He said, fluttering his eyes. Phil snorted in held in laughter as Bailey smiled and patted her head on the head. "Baby you know Uncle phil can't cook. Next time tell him no so we don't end up loosing our home." She said as she grabbed two bowls, the last box of lucky charms and a carton of milk. She put them on the table and handed the two boys spoons. "You aren't ganna eat?" "I'm ganna go shower than eat."She muttered, blinking as she talked, before walking off to the bathroom. Phil shook his head as he poured the cereal and milk. He knew when his sister was lieing because she blinked as she lied.
Bailey turned on the water and sat down on the closed toilet. She sighed deeply, trying to figure out a way to get to work tonight without Phil figuring out where she worked. If she said she had a nightshift at a restaurant then he would be there all night till she got off to drive her home. If she said she worked a nightshift at a department store, he'd want to sneak in and walk around the empty store at night being a goofball. She sighed and decided to go with a party idea. She jumped into the shower and washed up quickly before getting dressed. She made her way back out to see the boys playing wrestling on a Playstation 3. "Where did that come from?" "The store" Bailey gritted her teeth and walked into the kitchen again. She hated when Phil came and brought Tristan expensive toys and machines. It made her feel like she couldn't provide for her own son and that wasn't a good feeling.
Bailey put her head in her hands and tried to control herself from yelling at Phil. She felt a tiny hand pat her arm and she lifted her head, looking down into the brown, slightly slanted eyes of her four year old son. She smiled softly and rubbed his shaved head of brown hair. "You need a hair cut soon buddy."She said, smiling as her son crawled into her lap. He scrunched his nose and shook his head. "No I doon't." He whined. "Yes you do." "No I don't! I wanna look like Uncle Phil not Batista!"He whined again. Bailey shook her head and sighed. You look too much like Batista, that's the problem. She thought as her son started to tell her all the games Phil had bought him.
It reached around 12 o'clock and Bailey had just put Tristan down for his nap. Bailey plopped down on the worn down sofa and leaned her head back, closing her eyes. She heard Phil swearing as he boxed on the PS3 until she heard a loud "What the fuck?!"Escaping him. She opened her eyes to see the TV completely off as well as the Sterio in the corner. She groaned and stood up, walking over to the electric box and started to flick the switches. She waited for Phil to yell that it was back on but she never heard him. She tried to turn on the lights and felt tears prick her eyes once again. Phil looked up from the floor at her, knowing better than to say anything to her at the moment. She held her hand out for his cell phone and walked into the kitchen to call the electric company.
Phil sighed as he heard his sister begging the electric company for a couple more days. Hell, he even heard her say she had a son that needed it, she never used Tristan for sympathy from anybody. Phil walked over to her and took the phone from her hand as she started to cry a bit. He sighed and grabbed his wallet, telling the electric company to take the money off his card. Bailey put her head down crying silently as she listened to her brother pay her bill. She hated this, not being able to pay for her own electricity. She hated having to take money from her brother and was too proud to ask for a loan from him. Phil shut his phone and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. "It'll be okay honey." He whispered as she cried.
7 O'clock rolled around and they were all eating dinner together. Phil and Tristan had went and picked up McDonalds for them to eat while Bailey cleaned up around the house. "Phil, is it possible for you to watch Tristan tonight? Lily wants me to go to a party with her."She said, which wasn't a lie. Lily did want her to go to a party with her but Bailey wasn't going to be able to make it tonight. "Sure." He said as he ate his fries. He knew his sister was young and rarely got a chance to just be a 22 year old so he wasn't going to complain about it. Tristan, for once, grinned and clapped. "yay Uncle Phil!We can play wrestling again! Oh! Can I play you?!"He asked excitedly as he munched on his kiddy meal. Bailey looked at her son and laughed before getting up and heading to change.
Phil watched Tristan play on the PS3. He took out his cell phone and whistled as he went through Contacts to find Lily's number. He dialed it up and waited for her to answer. "Hello?""Hey Lily, this is phil." "Oh yeah Mr.Punk. What can I help ya with?" "Can you put Bailey on? I need to know when she wants me to put Tristan to bed." "Bailey? She ain't here. And I normally put him to bed around 9. He's like his mother. He can't sleep until he's like the walking dead." "Oh…Okay. I'll see ya."He said, hanging up and staring at Tristan for a moment. "Tri come here." He said as he stood up. "Do you know where ya mommy is?" Tristan smiled up at him. "Work"He said simply. "Where's she work?" "Iunno, gentlemen."He said giggling before groaning as his player got knocked out. Gentleman? Oh hell no, she ain't working at a strip joint. He thought angrily as he grabbed Tristan's coat. "Tri come on. We're ganna go to Nana's" He said, knowing his mom and dad were only about 20 minutes away from here.
Phil drove around the area that his mom told him Bailey worked in, looking for the strip joint that was around here. He finally found it with the help of a drunk man on the street and jumped out. He walked into the place, looking around for his sister and she stuck out like a sore thumb. She was the only girl with straight pitch black hair. He walked over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. Bailey turned around with a seductive look on her face but it suddenly dropped as she saw who was behind her. "Phil? What the fuck are you doing here? Where is Tristan?"She asked, crossing her arms to cover her chest, which was already barely covered by a skimpy bra. Phil glared at her angrily. "He's at mom's right now and what am I doing here? I'm a man, it's natural for me to be in here but it's not natural to see my baby fucking sister in here. Get your bag now Bailey Ann." He ordered. Bailey knew now was not the time to argue and quickly went into the back to grab her clothes and purse. They were soon on their way home, an uncomfortable silence in the car until Phil broke it.
"What the hell were you thinking? No never mind. You weren't freaking thinking with your brain, you were thinking with your damn pride. Damn it Bailey. You know what could of happ-" "Shut up! I know alright!?"She was exhausted at this point emotionally. Phil shut up and continued to drive. The two walked up to her apartment and Bailey was heading to her room when she was hugged tight by her brother. Bailey rubbed her eyes as tears started to come down and she hid against Phil's chest, crying. "It's hard Phil. It's really hard. I can't do this anymore. My son would have been sleeping in the dark if you hadn't been here today. I feel like I'm 30 right now from working so much and Tri is just getting worse each day."She cried as he rubbed her back. He sighed and kissed the top of her head. "Go sleep Bailey and tomorrow get packed. I'll talk to Vince about getting you your writer job back but either way, you and Tristan are coming with me from now on." "But what about you know who?" "He'll be busy and don't worry. Tristan could be like Jimmy Wang Yang's son." Bailey laughed and walked down the hall to her room to get some soon, exhausted by her entire life right now.
