Chapter 2: Bella vs. Victoria (Bella POV)

I walked into the art room and I could see Chris sitting near picture he was painting. I looked at the door and I saw that this room finally has a new teacher a Mrs. E. Cullen. So where is she?

I walked up to Chris.

"Where is the teacher?" I asked.

"She left as soon as we locked eyes. I was the first student here and as soon as we locked eyes she bolted." Chris replied.

I walked toward what Chris was painting and I could see a fuzzy picture of what looked like a nursery and two people looking in the crib looking at, I'm guessing, the baby.

"Where did the idea come from?" I asked.

"A memory. A memory of my mom and dad, the only memory I have of them. I drew it when I woke up one day when I was four." Chris replied.

He has been carrying around that picture for seventeen years.

"We will leave as soon as I am done painting the picture." Chris said his voice a little shaky.

I looked over at my best friend and came close to him and wrapped my arm around him…this is the first time I have seen him cry. I sat there watching him paint.

(Esme POV)

Oh dear god, oh god, oh my god! I was panicking. I had bolted from class an hour and fifteen minutes ago. I was driving towards the hospital to tell my husband Dr. Carlisle Cullen of my discovery…our son is still alive and here in Seattle.

Our son Christian Caleb Cullen was born October 13, 1993 to Carlisle Cullen and myself. My name is Esme Anne Cullen formerly Platt. We had been married three years before Chris came along. I wanted to name him Christian while Carlisle wanted to name him Caleb. We had compromised before it turned into an argument and Christian Caleb was born. We were happy Carlisle and I. Chris was the glue that held our relationship together and when he was taken from us five months later.

After Chris was taken we spent a year looking for him we never found him and because of that Carlisle and my relationship deteriorated. We went from lovers to friends and now we sleep on opposite sides of the house.

We stayed like that till about four years later because that is when we met our adopted son Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. Edward was born in Chicago, Illinois, where Carlisle and I were at that time. We moved from Biloxi, Mississippi, where Chris was born. Edward's mother had died giving birth to him so Carlisle and I adopted him.

With Edward around Carlisle and I were able to rebuild our relationship. When Edward got older we told him about Chris, we showed him baby pictures and hand drawn pictures that I drew.

So imagine my surprise that I start teaching in a new school and the class I am teaching just happens to be the one Chris has. When I saw McCloud C. I never thought it was Christian…but why McCloud as a last name? Does he not know his last name?

When I finally arrived at the Hospital I parked in the visitors parking and ran in. I looked around and out came Carlisle from the ER. He walked toward his office and gestured for me to follow him. When I entered his office he closed the door behind me then turned toward me.

"Esme?" Carlisle asked surprised. "What are you doing here and…"

"He is alive and Carlisle he goes to school where I teach. I saw him. My drawings of him weren't even close." I replied with a smile.

Carlisle smiled back. "I missed your smiles."

"Me too." I replied.

"Tell me about Chris. What does he look like?" Carlisle asked.

So I told Carlisle about my first sight of Chris. There was not much I could tell Carlisle due to the fact that I have never spoken to Chris. When I was done Carlisle had an idea.

"Talk to him. Ask him to come over for dinner tomorrow and most likely he will bring that brunette friend of his you mentioned, Bella is her name correct. It is in my experience with Children who were given or taken away that when they meet their parents again they usually want to bring somebody who will offer comfort and support. Right now Bella is that person because he doesn't know or probably even remembers us hence the name McCloud instead of Cullen. Did our families hate us being together so much that they never told the people at the Orphanage Chris's last name?" Carlisle asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and leaned into Carlisle.

"Lets go home my love. My shift is done. We can talk more and tell Edward about the new development." Carlisle said. "Although I think talking to Chris tomorrow might be a little hard due to the fact that is his birthday tomorrow and if he has friends here they are going to crowd around him. Come on we need to discuss a plan but we can do that back home."

Carlisle led me out of his office and out of the hospital. I smiled knowing that sooner or later I would have my son back in my arms once more.

(Bella POV) (A/N: Continuing an hour after the last one left off.)

When Chris was done painting he put the brush down, wiped the tears from his face, stood up and stepped back so I could see the painting. It was beautiful…a masterpiece. It is during these times that I wish I knew where Chris got is love of the arts from…working theory is his mother. The painting was of the two parents smiling down into the crib, we couldn't see their faces because it was blurred out the only ting we could see clearly were that one had blond hair and the other had dark brown hair. The area around the happy couple looked like a nursery, I mean there was that spinning toy/music player thingy. The ceiling above them was painted white with those ceiling star stickers on them.

I looked at Chris wondering what his natural hair color was. He told me he dyed it long ago and he doesn't remember what the natural color was. But if you look close enough the tips of his usually brown hair is blond…natural blond. I never really believed that myth that Blonds were stupid Chris is a blond and he is pretty smart, not genius smart but smart enough.

"This is beautiful. Are these supposed to be your mom and dad?" I asked.

"The only memory I have of them. If I ever meet them I have questions that only they could answer. The top question going through my head all time is why they gave me up? Was I really that bad I just a damn baby. Who doesn't love their baby?" Chris asked his voice shaky.

I placed my hand on his back and started rubbing in a soothing motion.

"Maybe…maybe they never gave you up. Maybe you were taken from them that could be a real possibility." I said softly. "When you re-meet your family I want to be there as your friend, as your confident. I have your back just like you have always had mine."

"You know what your right. Now enough moping you have a match to get ready for." Chris said.

And the sex lets not forget the sex.

"Well first lets go home get the edge off for you, then we will go to our favorite restaurant, have a nice dinner, then we both have training to do. I set up sparring partners for both you and I. You for Victoria and me for Reshad Evans because I believe he isn't going to give me an easy time. I expect one hell of a fight." Chris said giddily.

If I didn't know any better I would swear he was Irish. He always loves a good fight. (A/N: Sorry bad joke there.)

We left the school, waving good-bye to the teachers as we went and headed for home. Ah home, our home is a Victorian styled house, with all the essentials that both a house needs and that fit our life style. The outside walls are a beige color and the inside walls are all painted a tanned brown color. We walked up the steps and he opened the door and I jumped in his arms.

"Carry me?" I asked.

He nodded and carried me past the threshold, up the stairs and into his room. Where he then laid me gently down and kissed my cheeks.

(A/N: Warning Sex scene coming. Not of age please skip to the next note.)

Next he gently removed my shirt and placed his hands on my bra-covered breasts.

"Why you always insist on wearing a bra when we do this I do not know. " Chris said.

"What can I say, I like making you work for it." I replied saucily then moaned when he gave my hardened nipples a soft pinch.

Next he started kneading my breasts like dough and sucking on my neck. The sensations going through my body were incredible. He was going to town on me in fact I have never seen him so enthusiastic about fucking my brains out before. Was he finally going to let me pleasure him because ever since we took each other's virginity he has been all about pleasuring me then taking care of himself later.

He then latched on to my left breast and start sucking on it and I moaned once again...oh god Chris is trying to kill me. My hands started snaking their way down my body to where I needed friction the most: my pussy. I undid the button, zipped down my fly and pulled my jeans off to my ankle and then kicked them off the rest of the way. My hand went down my panties and I began rubbing my clit. Suddenly he let go of my breast saw me begin to finger my own pussy and smiled.

He then pulled his shirt off and his pants then pulled his boxers down and…damn he was wow…please put it in me please god let him put that in me. As you can see if have not had Chris's Sword in my Sheath in a long time and Chris ain't got a short Sword he's got a big Sword.

He then reached over and opened his bedside table and took out a condom, ripped it open and put it on. He then gently pulled my panties down man was I wet. Next he moved my hands to my sides and he gave my fingers a sensual like tasting me on them.

"Ah, I miss your sweet taste." Chris said softly. "Brace yourself Bell."

Braced for impact. Chris slid into me rather slickly due to all the moisture built up there. He kept moving in and out while continuing to knead my breasts again using both of his hands. I came after a few minutes and I was now sweaty and heaving and Chris was still going to town in me. I came a second time and he pulled out of me. He must have sensed how tired I was because as soon as he was all the way out I fell asleep.

(A/N: Sex Scene over.)

When I woke up it was five thirty P.M. the match is at eight tonight and I felt somebody rubbing my feet. I looked down and there was Chris rubbing my feet.

"How do you feel?" Chris asked.

"Better. Ready to rock and roll and I am hungry." I replied.

"Well lets just shower up first then we will head to Café then." Chris replied.

Ah Emily's Café makes the best pies in the city and excellent comfort food. Emily and I have been friends since we were in diapers. She was another one who didn't judge Chris and I's relationship. She is a beautiful woman, same height as me, great body, winning smile, friendly to everybody, mid length black hair, dark brown eyes, tanned skin. If anybody gives her a hard time at the Café then she has her husband Sam. Sam is a Cop but he is built like the Terminator. He is a cool guy. He is a Native American like Emily, short black hair, light brown eyes. He and Emily go to the movies with Chris and I at least twice a month.

When we were done showering and dressing, we each have our own bathrooms, we headed to the Café. Its called a Café but it really is a fine dinning restaurant. The floors were white tiled with oak tables and chairs, fine china, crystal glass and chandlers and candles.

"Hello Paul." Chris said.

"Table for two Chris?" Paul asked.

Ah Paul Lahote. Paul is our band mate yes, band mate. He, Chris, our friend Emmett and I are in a band known as Total Karnage we do mostly covers and some of our own stuff. Paul has short black hair, brown eyes and well muscled like Chris. I think he tried out for one of those UFC tryouts but didn't make it. That surprisingly made Paul respect Chris even more.

We nodded and Paul led us to our usual table. Chris pulled my chair our and then sat down in the chair opposite me. When we were sitting our usual waitress Tiffany joined us. Tiffany is seventeen years old, a blond haired blue-eyed junior at Forks High School. Tiffany is currently dating my little Brother Nero. Nero could pass as my younger twin seeing as we look almost identical except he has my Dads eyes and I have my Mom's. Nero is also sixteen years old.

"Hi Chris, Bella. Long time no see and welcome to Emily's Café. Can I get you both anything to drink?" Tiffany asked.

"A pitcher of water and two cokes please." I replied with a soft smile.

When Tiffany left I turned my attention back to Chris.

"How was school Bell?" Chris asked.

"It was okay. Pretty boring actually." I replied.

Chris nodded his head.

"I hear we are getting a new student: a girl by the name of…Rhonda Hale, Rona Hale, something like that I think." Chris said. "Total babe according to rumors, a lesbian as well. Maybe a prospective girlfriend/future wife for you."

Ah Christian McCloud: Matchmaker for hire. Over the last year and a half he has tried to set me up with lesbians from Forks, La Push and Seattle with no success. I don't feel any magic with them but that hasn't stop Chris from trying. Just like I have not given up on finding him a girl friend and I have my hazing process…a test if you will. You see I fight 'em, wrestle 'em, box 'em whatever they feel comfortable doing. I do that because I know Chris would never hit a girl or a woman so if a woman has a problem with Chris I need to if his woman could fight. So far no luck so I had to be Chris's enforcer on that front.

We continued talking about our day at School till our drinks arrived and we looked at the menus.

"I'll have a cheeseburger with the works and some Fries and could I have some gravy on the side?" Chris said.

"Sure Chris. Now what about you Bell?" Tiffany asked.

"I'll have a Chicken burger with mayo and pickles and can I get Onion rings instead of Fries?" I asked.

"Sure Bell. Your food will be out in thirty minutes." Tiffany replied before walking away.

We lapsed back into comfortable silence my mind of Victoria and his probably on Reshad Evans. I was excited for the match and a little worried because the last time I wrestled a woman bigger then me I was totally dominated. I won by a fluke if she had of got her knees up into my spine or kidneys she would have had me I mean I was wiped out. All Heidi had to do was counter, pick me up probably slam or suplex me again and that would have been it.

When the food arrived we both chowed down like a couple of wolves. When we were it was six fifteen pm. Chris paid the bill and we left the Café and walked back to our house then got into Chris's red 1994 Z28 Camero Convertible and headed to Felix's Gym.

"Hello Felix. Is Caius and Athena in?" I asked.

"Yes. You two ready for your training?" Felix asked.

We both nodded and Felix motioned us to follow him, which we did. When Felix opened the second gym door I saw Caius and Athena smirking at us on the other side.

"Well hello. About time you two showed lets get started shall we?" Athena asked.

For an hour and half I was show wrestling holds and counter holds and shown ways to disable the power advantage my opponents might have it was through this training that I learned the best way would be to either keep on the ground, or work on the arms or legs." Felix asked.

Victoria the big bitch is going down and who knows this time I might not pass out as soon as I get home.

We left the gym and Chris drove me to the Bar and I walked in and he stopped me to kiss me good luck. I walked into the bar to Victoria waiting for me just inside the door.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming for your ass kicking." Victoria taunted.

"You'll get yours laying on your back with me fucking you, you big bitch." I fired back.

It was then that I noticed what Victoria was wearing. Gone was the T-shirt and jeans I saw her wear earlier now she had on a sky blue bikini and a matching thong. I guess she is like me, I like wrestling comfortable and in this kind of match I know I am going to get dirty.

With that I walked back into Maria's office to see an outfit already there and a note.

Sorry but I forgot to mention tonight is Ladies choice night. They choose the outfits for fights. Good luck. –Maria.

I looked at the Pink Bikini and thong…somebody has a thong obsession oh well if they want to see my ass jiggle while kicking Victoria's ass that is fine with me…I might give them all a show by stripping both us during the match because that is one thing I learned from Chris. You to give your audience something to remember this match by and what better memory then two sexy women wrestling in the nude. With that I got dressed for battle.

I was stretching in the office and the I heard music…what the hell…Chris is here…I poked my head out and sure enough I saw Chris, Emmett, Paul and two of our replacement members Jared and Embry and they were performing Chris's new UFC theme: Cult of Personality. I saw Victoria bouncing in the ring showing off her body.

"Showtime." I whispered to myself.

Look in my eyes what do you see?

The cult of personality

I know your anger I know your dreams

I've been everything you want to be

Oh, I'm the cult of personality

Like Mussolini and Kennedy

I'm the cult of personality

The cult of personality

The cult of personality

With the instrumental I walked out to many catcalls and whistles and in a tribute to Chris I copied his UFC entrance, first I walked about ten feet then got down on one knee, checked my pretend watch and shouted his battle cry.

"Its clobbering time!" I shouted jumping to my feet and threw a fist.

Neon lights Nobel Prize

When a mirror speaks the reflection lies

You won't have to follow me

Only you can set me free

I walked another few feet and I stopped and took my left hand and beat my right breast, made a fist, kissed it and pointed it at him and he replied the same way.

I saw the things you made me be

I'm the smiling face on your TV

Oh, I'm the cult of personality

I explore you still you love me

I told you one and one make three

Oh, I'm the cult of personality

Like Joseph Stalin and Ghandi

I'm the cult of personality

The cult of personality

The cult of personality

I dashed up the steps and climbed to the second turnbuckle.

"I'm going to kick her ass!" I shouted pointing to Victoria.

I heard Chris chuckle.

Neon lights Nobel Prize

When the leader speaks that leader dies

You won't have to follow me

Only you can set you free

With Chris started dancing and he was into the music in fact everybody even Victoria was dancing or nodding their heads.

You gave me fortune you gave me fame

You gave me power in your god's name

I'm every person you need to be

I'm

The

Cult

Of

Personality!

I'm the cult of

I'm the cult of

I'm the cult of

I'm the cult of

I'm the cult of

I'm the cult of

I'm the cult of

I'm the cult of personality!

When the song finished I noticed Chris and the other s took their seats at ringside. Hey were here to support me…I was so happy now its time to get back to business.

"Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is falls count anywhere in the building that means No disqualifications, no count outs, no Knockouts. You can only win the match by pinfall or submission." Maria called out as the ring announcer. "Introducing first to my left she comes to us from London, England she weighs in tonight at one hundred and fifty-seven pounds: Victoria."

Victoria came forward to be booed that made me smile. I was the fan-favorite that made me proud. She walked back to her corner.

"And to my right she comes to us from Forks, Washington with a record tonight of eleven wins and five losses, she weighs in at one hundred and forty-three pounds…she gained weight, Bella Swan." Maria said.

Yes I gained weight since my ass kicking at the hands of Heidi but the weight is muscle mass not fat. Victoria and I met in the center of the ring and instead of Maria there was a new Referee. This one blond, decent sized chest, wearing a black and white stripped tube top and black short shorts.

"You both know the rules so ring the damn bell." The referee said.

(A/N: Once again match gets pretty graphic so please not of age skip to next note.)

The bell rang and I was going for the usual lock-up and Victoria caught me with a kick to the gut and a forearm to the back and I landed on the canvas and Victoria started kicking me as I tried to get up.

I tried getting up again only to get a punt kick to the rib that rolled me over onto my back. Then she grabbed my legs and dragged me towards one of the turnbuckles and when I was close enough to one she gave me a slingshot into the turnbuckle and I hit chest first and crashed back to the canvas.

"You make getting your ass kicked sexy. I might have to challenge you more often." Victoria said with a smile.

With that she grabbed me by the hair and hauled my ass up.

"Get her off my hair." I shouted to the ref.

"Sorry sexy. I can't its no disqualifications." The ref replied.

Right well in that case no more Miss Nice Bella and with that I kicked Victoria swiftly between the legs dropping her like a sack of potatoes. Then I grabbed two handfuls of fire red hair and muscled her ass up and put her head under my arm and locked my grip and DDT'ed her back to the canvas. The DDT is a move where you take your opponents head under your arm lock your grip with both hands and drive the opposition head first into the canvas.

I picked her up again or rather tried to when I felt pressure on my pussy I screamed and I looked down to see Victoria had a handful of me. I let go of her hair and tried breaking her grip. She switched hands from right to left and began punching me in the face repeatedly forcing me back to the ropes. With her hand on my pussy she began chopping my chest as hard as she can with her other hand. After the third chop she let go of my pussy and tied my arms in the ropes. Where she began to pummel me mercilessly with punches and elbows.

I looked off to my left to see Chris start to get up and I shook my head no. I don't want him to interfere I choose to accept the match.

"Sit your ass down Chris and watch I was publicly destroy your girl." Victoria said before punting me between the legs again.

I was in pain again. Victoria untied my arms and before I could drop to the canvas she clotheslined me over the top rope and on to the slightly padded floor. I crashed to the floor back first.

"Wow that hurt." I mumbled.

I looked over to see Victoria climbing out of the ring grabbed me by the hair and set me up for a body slam only for her to ram me back first into the ring post, not once but twice then slam me down to the floor.

My back was hurt I knew then that there went half of my game plan. I felt Victoria pick me up again this time by my ears and it hurt. When I was standing her hands went to my shoulders and she started kneeing me in the gut.

I was hacking and coughing, my breath was short and my chest was heaving. I looked to my right to see people moving out of their chairs…oh boy this was not going to be good for me. She picked by the hair again and threw me into a row of chairs.

Victoria then grabbed a chair and hit me in the back with it. I noticed the crowd was quiet I don't thing they were expecting the match to be this one-sided. Victoria had set up a chair near the ring by the sounds of it and I was hell bent on trying to fight back but to do that I need to get back to my feet. I got back to my feet slowly.

Victoria grabbed me when I was at my feet and tried to throw into the ring apron and I reversed it and back first she went and let me tell you the corner part of the ring is the hardest part of it because its braced with all the metal and all that.

Victoria screamed in pain when she hit the ring apron then stumbled toward me and I ran to her and clotheslined her. Then held my back to try and relieve the pain. I waited for Victoria to get up and I kneed her in the gut and tried for a body slam but I couldn't pick her up and she reversed it slamming me into the chair she set up.

She motioned that this was the end before picking me up and throwing me back first into the bar that cracked on impact I slid down and landed like a heap on the floor. I was not going to give up I had a little bit of energy left. I tried getting up and I looked at Chris and he had tears in his.

"Stay down babe, nobody will think less of you just stay down." Chris said.

With that I rose to my feet and I locked eyes with Victoria.

"Wow you are a stubborn bitch." Victoria started walking toward me.

I gave her the universal sign to bring it and she charged at me like a raging bull and I dodged out of the way and watched as Victoria charged headfirst into the bar, her head actually going through the bar. This match is mine. I grabbed her by the thong and gave her a roll up.

"One! Two! Three! Ring the bell!" The Ref said.

The crowd was going crazy. Chris pulled me off of Victoria and Chris hugged me. I noticed nobody else from the band was here.

"Where is everybody?" I asked.

"They couldn't stay baby they had work." Chris replied.

I nodded my head and I looked to a still dazed Victoria.

"Throw her ass back in the ring for me will you. Its time for my reward." I replied.

"You're really going through with this?" Chris asked.

"I'm a woman of my word Chris and besides I have always wondered how big Vick tastes now I'll know." I said.

With that Chris picked Victoria up and placed her gently on his shoulder and started walking back to the ring and we got there he rolled her onto the ring then turned toward me.

"Strip me." I said softly.

Chris nodded and gently pulled me to him. First he gently untied my bikini top and kissed my bruised chest then his hands rubbed down my belly to my thong and his fingers gripped the material and slid it down my legs and I turned and he gave my butt a playful slap.

"Go get her kitten." Chris replied.

There were more catcalls as I made my way up the steps and one of the girls handed me a water bottle and I got a wicked idea first I untied Victoria's Bikini top, which was easy seeing as she stopped rolling face down, then I pulled off her thong and then I rolled her over and poured the water on her face waking her up.

"What happened?" She asked.

"You knocked yourself out charging head first into the Bar and I pinned you one, two, three. You remember our agreement right?" I asked.

Victoria nodded softly.

"If I hurt you let me know." I said.

Victoria looked surprised at that.

"Look you may not like me but I don't go out of my way to hurt people. That includes you so if I hurt you let me know." I said.

With that I kissed her on the lips my tongue exploring her mouth and our naked chests pressed together. My hands running through her red hair and for the first time I notice how silky and soft it felt. I felt her hands against my back and she rubbed my back. We pulled back for some air.

"Did I hurt you?" Victoria asked.

"Not really. This isn't something a good back rub from Chris won't heal." I replied.

"I bet he gives great back rubs." Victoria replied.

"He does now if you had come on to us all nice I would have given you shot with Chris your bi-sexual right?" I asked.

"Yes. I targeted you for a reason. I am not like those other jealous harpies. I targeted you because I thought you and Chris were involved now I know differently. You love him yet you're not in love with him. He has no girlfriend. I am sorry for targeting you I didn't know any better. Should have talked to you first. Forgive me?" She asked.

I nodded.

(A/N: Graphic scene over.)

"Chris take Victoria and get her dressed and I will get dressed myself." I said.

I saw Chris pick Victoria up lightly and we locked eyes.

"I approve. She likes you give her a shot." I said.

Chris nodded and carried Victoria out of the ring and back to the dressing room and that is how you set Chris up with a girl now its on me to make sure it stays that way. I look forward to see what Chris and Victoria does in their newfound relationship.

(A/N: That is the end of this chapter. As you can see I changed the secondary pairing to Chris and Victoria. I think this pairing should be interesting and gives me something to work with in the sequel if I make one. Next chapter will be mainly about Rosalie as its her debut in the story. So please tell what you all think.)