Hell in a cell Brock Lesnar & Kaitlyn_ Rated M
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I am going to be changing the Brock Lesnar/Triple H storyline a little bit to suit the plot. Please enjoy and review (no flames please!)
Chapter 4: Power Bomb
I got out of my car at the Raw Super show arena with my stomach in knots. I looked to Sheamus who was driving my car and he gave me a sweet smile. He had been so kind throughout everything that I almost wished that I would never have to let him go.
"Are you ready, lass?" he asked and I grinned at his thick cockney accent. He was too cute when he used it.
"Of course I am. It's time to bring the Pain," I said with a slight laugh that came out more hysterical than humorous. Sheamus' eyebrows mushed together in worry for a moment but my determined glare made him laugh heartily.
"All right then," he said as he got out our bags. "I still don't understand why you even need to bring your ring gear. You can't wrestle while pregnant."
"I know that!" I snapped, "I just wanted to appear normal until I make my announcement later tonight" I immediately regretted being harsh with him and hoped my sheepish look conveyed that.
"Well my mother always said 'never question pregnant ladies'," he said with a slight chortle. I raised my eyebrows in amusement.
"Who did you know that was pregnant before me?" I asked giggling as I poked him in the ribs playfully. He grinned mischievously.
"I'm Irish, sweetheart, most women I know are constantly pregnant. My mum, my aunts Kathleen, Maureen, and Eileen, and my sister Deidre for the past two years it seems like." He said. I burst out laughing,
"You are full of it," I said with a shrill peal of laughter. We entered the building attracting fearful glances from tech crew and I knew my baby daddy was here. Sure enough I hear a feral voice from behind me.
"Kaitlyn!" I turn and see Brock and Heyman coming toward me in long, angry, powerful strides, well, Brock did. Heyman rather limped toward us. It took every ounce of energy I had not to run. Run and hide away from this situation, from him.
Nevertheless, I stood my ground and glared up at him my hands on my hips. His face was red, almost purple, with rage. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to his chest. I froze with fear.
"Where did you go? Why is Stephanie McMahon breathing down my neck about you?" He asked pushing my hair out of my face, his voice becoming lower, more deadly and under
The pretense of calm.
"Whoa there, fella, give the lady some space," said Sheamus pulling me from Brock's now lax grip. I hid behind him like a sniveling child too afraid to face my own problems.
"Look here, you little white speck, this is between me and her. It has nothing to do with you," Brock snarled sneering down at Sheamus who stood his ground and snarled back.
"It has something to do with me until she tells me it doesn't. I cannae allow you to hurt her ever again." He said pulling up to his full height. I measured the two of them up and decided that although Brock was taller, Sheamus was just as muscular and any battle they had might result in a stalemate.
Heyman, who was also sizing the both of them up, must have decided the same thing because he immediately got between Brock and Sheamus.
"Brock, no. He can't guard her forever; you'll get your chance. Back off for now" He said.
"Just remember this, Kaitlyn, the longer you drag this out the worse it's going to be on you," He growled still struggling against Heyman's grip. I shuddered at his thinly veiled threat and clung to Sheamus' waist to both hold him back and keep me upright.
"Come near her, fella, and I guarantee you'll regret it," he said pointing after him. Then he turned around and pulled me to him, "Shush, love, he won't hurt you. I won't let him"
He hooked his fingers under my chin and forced me to look up at him. He wiped the silvery tears away with the pad of his thumb.
"There's no need to cry," he whispered pulling me into a deep hug that radiated great warmth. "We do need to go see AJ and look at our storyline,"
I must have made a face at the thought of facing my former best friend because Sheamus laughed. "She's not going to bite you, lass"
"I'm sure she won't; she'll do worse, slap me," I said and his laughter boomed around me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we walked toward the General Manager's office.
We knocked and entered to find AJ rocking back and forth on the floor, pulling out her hair.
"Oh no, April!" I cried running to her. She had been prone to these attacks since her relationship with Daniel had imploded.
"What's wrong with her?" asked Sheamus going around to the other side of her and shaking his head.
"April has bipolar disorder. This whole thing with Daniel and the General Manager gig have been aggravating her condition even more." I said gently forcing her hands to let go of her hair. "April, look at me! You're here, not there! Nothing is going to hurt you!"
At once, AJ's eyes slid back into focus and she stared into my eyes. The first emotion there was relief, but then I saw it change into coldness and distrust.
"Oh, hello Celeste, Sheamus. Forgive me, sometimes I meditate to relieve stress," she said pushing past us to go sit at her desk.
"April," I said reaching out to her desperately wanting to help her and in turn be helped by her. However, she coldly rebuffed me.
"Stephanie McMahon informed me of the new storyline that is to take place. Kaitlyn is to become your manager, Sheamus, to be the counterpart of Ricardo Rodriguez just as you are to Alberto del Rio." She said without preamble looking at papers on her desk, "and for some reason, I have to inform Rodriguez and del Rio that any male on female violence toward Kaitlyn will result in indefinite suspension for both of them."
"April!" I cried out trying to grab her hand anxiously but she got up and began to pace about the room, avoiding me completely.
"Furthermore, Kaitlyn is to lose her number-one contenders spot for the Divas Championship. Apparently, the Layla/Eve angle is attracting more social media response so they'll want to see that match-up at Night of Champions so we need to start that storyline now. Also, Kaitlyn will not be participating in any matches until her storyline as Sheamus' manager is complete and any Diva who tries to use violence to force Kaitlyn into a match will be suspended." She said never making eye contact with me but looking at the wall. "I'm sorry, Celeste but this is the way it has to be. Maybe next time you'll prove to be more entertaining as a fighter."
The spite in her words made me flinch and I saw the muscles in Sheamus' jaw working furiously as if trying to keep from slapping the Geek Goddess straight across the face.
"At least the WWE universe seems to think she's attractive and wanted." He said his eyes narrowing dangerously, "Whereas you, they think of the three men who rejected you and the psycho-bitch you have become."
AJ turned around anger and humiliation staining her cheeks. She let out an unholy shriek and dove at Sheamus.
"I am just as desirable as she is!" she screamed as Sheamus grabbed her hands to keep her from scratching his face "Don't you dare say I'm undesirable! I am more talented than she is; I am funnier than she is! I am prettier than she is! I should have beaten her at NXT! I should have won the number one contendership! I don't need anyone's pity, HERS OR YOURS!"
I was horrified at AJ's outburst. The reason she had left me wasn't that she was confused or hurt. It was because she was jealous. As long as she had Daniel, she could tell herself she was better than myself who had no suitors. However, when Daniel left her, she realized that no one saw her as the better woman; they pitied her and viewed me as stronger. AJ couldn't stand that and had vowed to make me insignificant. Stephanie must have known this and that was how she manipulated AJ into doing things her way.
"April-"I said the hurt in my voice evident to anyone within earshot.
"JUST SHUT UP, YOU STUPID WHORE! SHUT UP!" She screeched at me getting into my face "YOU ARE NOTHING! YOU WILL ALWAYS BE NOTHING! NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE AND OUT OF MY SIGHT! GET OUT!"
Her grip on my arm was so tight that I felt the blood circulation cut off, and Sheamus had to prise her fingers off me. As we left her office I saw her hurl a glass vase across the room and continue to shriek: "NOTHING! NOTHING!"
"Are you alright?" asked Sheamus examining the pale pallor of my skin and the angry black welts cropping up on my arm where AJ had grabbed me. I nodded mutely.
"I never thought she'd betray me like this. I love her, Stephen. I don't want to lose her." I wept. He knew immediately at the use of his real name that I was beyond distraught and he pulled me close to comfort me.
"She doesn't deserve you. Her attitude will make her unlovable, even more so than she already is." He said kissing my temple tenderly. I was so glad that I had his friendship. I would fall apart without it. I clung to him as if he was the only thing holding me to the earth at that moment, and amazingly he held me back.
"Come on," he said finally detaching from me "We need to get you to make-up to completely hide those nasty bruises"
I laughed and followed him to the make-up department where the make-up artist, a plump mannish looking woman named Greta who wore too much face paint herself and had obviously dyed red hair, grumbled and growled about how difficult it was becoming to hide wounds on women.
"Well she was just a ray of sunshine, wasn't she?" He asked after I had been spackled, glossed, and clothed in my outfit for the evening. I grinned at him and even took some joy when Greta harshly began to tone him up for the evening and plucking his eyebrows.
"Good God, woman! Go easy with those things!" he said angrily batting her away angrily with his hubcap sized hands. I laughed gaily at his discomfort and barely noticed that the show had started, that is until Layla came hurtling through.
"Why did they take away your championship match?" she asked furiously "If this is AJ's new way of trying to torture you, I swear to God-"
"Whoa, whoa, Layla." I said immediately trying to soothe her "I have a new storyline and people are more interested in your rivalry with Eve. I'm fine. Stephanie McMahon ordered it"
Layla's face immediately relaxed as she learned this, settled down beside me, and laughed along with Sheamus and me until it was time for her match against Tamina.
"Wish me luck, darlings!" she said with a sexy gurgle of laughter and a dainty wave of her fingers. I waved after her.
"Maybe you should make Layla your best friend," he said pointedly as if to say that more people did care about me. I laughed sweetly at him and smiled brightly.
"I already have a best friend, thank-you very much," I said which caused his eyebrows to shoot toward his hairline.
"Who? If you say AJ, so help me, I'll send you away to an asylum until I can have you found mentally competent," he growled and I chuckled at the thought of that.
"AJ's not my best friend anymore." I said simply and gave him a huge white grin. "You are"
That made his grin go a mile wide and I turned away, suddenly sheepish. I turned to the TV screen where I watched Layla preform a clothesline on Tamina and put her in a roll-up for the pin. 1, 2, 3 Layla wins! I watched her celebrate and waited for the scripted Eve to come out and confront her, but it wasn't Eve's music that started bleating on the Titantron. It was Brock Lesnar's.
The blonde behemoth stormed out to the ring, which Layla conveniently vacated for him, and he picked up a microphone. I flinched as his angry voice filled the stadium and my ears.
"Kaitlyn, you stupid whore! Get out here and face me!" He screamed, his face going an ugly puce color "You left me for Sheamus? What kind of choice is that? Get out here or I'll come back there and find you and your little boyfriend."
I knew when Brock was this angry, Sheamus wouldn't stand a chance. I glanced at him, his face went even whiter, and he glared at me.
"No," he said simply and went to grab me, but I was too fast and already out the door before he could reach me. I dead bolted the door from the outside and took off toward the ring. I was finally going to stand up for myself without anyone supporting or backing me. I was frightening and exhilarating at the same time.
"Kaitlyn, I'm waiting," I could hear him mocking me just beyond the curtain. I nodded to the tech and he started my music. I walked out.
Brock's face was a cruel smirk as I approached him. A tech handed me a microphone and I climbed into the ring. Brock was instantly in my face.
"Kaitlyn, you've made me angry," he said immediately "Bad things happen when I get angry, people suffer when I get angry-"
"Oh cut the crap!" I yelled causing him to almost leap back in shock "Those lines were a whole lot scarier when Kane was threatening Lita."
"Do you want me to smack that smart mouth right off your face?" he asked stepping closer to me, his hand raised. I didn't flinch or stand down. I faced him with all of my pride.
"Go ahead and touch me. Stephanie McMahon will fire you the minute you do and you'll never get your match with Triple H. You'll never get to try to end his career" I sneered into the microphone earning some "Burn!" chants from the crowd.
"Well just tell me this little miss Kaitlyn," he said his muscles jumping but his voice calm and slightly amused "What did you do to make Stephanie McMahon your new BFF?"
I hesitated. I had hoped to keep my pregnancy a secret until I couldn't anymore and then swear it was someone else's. If I told him now, he'd know it was his and I'd be in for Hell. I had just raised the microphone to my mouth to tell him off for beating me when I heard:
Let's light it up. Light it up, light it up, light it up. Light it up like the stars in the sky like diamonds as they shine in your eyes.
AJ stood at the end of the ramp, her make-up smeared all over her face, her hair mussed as if she'd been pulling at it, and her clothes were wrinkled and skewed about.
"You want to know why Stephanie McMahon has pretty much put a protection detail around poor wittle baby Kaitlyn?" she said her voice having a note of hysteria in it "I just got off the phone with the WWE's personal doctor and I've discovered the truth."
"April, please, if you've ever loved me, you'll stop," I begged her hoping that she would just stop. For a moment, she hesitated as if trying to decide if she could bear to be the person who hurt me, who ruined the rest of my life. Then, her eyes hardened, and she screamed into the microphone.
"She's pregnant!" she screeched pointing at me and stamping her feet. Hate seeped into her eyes "and Brock Lesnar, you are the father"
