Disclaimer: Anyone famous I DO NOT own. I wish I did, but for some
reason Vince McMahon won't return my phone calls in regards to owning them.
I also don't own the song 'Fighter' it is owned by Christina Aguilera and
can be found on her CD 'Stripped'
A/N: Thanks for the reviews of the last chapter. I will be uncovering what the 12 years of total horror were but that will be in chapter 4. I know it's a couple of chapters away but for what I need to write about it has to come then.
Chapter 2
Wrestlemania was a huge success, especially with it being the big 20. Edge won his comeback match against Kurt, John lost to the American Badass but he put up a helluva fight. Brock did beat Chris Benoit to regain the WWE title.
John and I are going out on a real date tonight, but he won't tell me where. While I'm getting ready to go to the gym, someone starts knocking on my door. "Just a sec." I yelled, as I finished putting my hair in a ponytail. When I finally answered the door, I see the reason for the obnoxious knocking. Adam, Kurt, and Brock are standing there with their fists raised ready to knock again. "Hey Tiffany. Brock and I thought we'd stop by and talk to you a little bit about the matches you're doing with us. I'm not real sure why Adam is here though. I think he's just lonely." Kurt said, laughing as he avoided Adam's slap to the back of the head. "Sorry about these two clowns here. Sometimes they don't know when to stop." Brock said, as I let them in. "That's okay, as long as I don't get hit by one of them they should be good." I replied, nervously. I think Adam could see that I was nervous about something, but thankfully he didn't say anything.
After Brock, Kurt, and I talked about our segment for Smackdown, Adam asked if he could talk to me in private. So after I told Brock and Kurt I'd meet them down at the gym in a while, I sat down to talk to Adam. "What did you need to talk to me about?" I asked. "I'm just going to cut right to the chase. Why are you so uncomfortable around Brock?" He asked, causing me to almost choke on my gum. "What do you mean?" I stuttered out. "Well everytime you're around him, you get all nervous like you're hiding something." Adam said, honestly. "And before you say you haven't John told me how you were last night and I just saw it for myself this morning." He finished, giving me a look that said to tell him what the hell was going on. "I'm not hiding anything, exactly. I just, it's hard to talk about Adam." I said. "Why don't you try to explain, maybe it's not as hard as you think it is." Adam said, gently. "Has Brock ever said anything about his family?" "Not really. Just that he has two older brothers and two younger sisters." "Well, I can tell he never said anything about me being kidnapped." I mumbled. "What do you mean you were kidnapped?" Adam asked, shocked. "Let me ask you this first. Please don't tell Brock about this. I'm not real sure how he'd handle it okay?" I asked, hoping I wouldn't be making a huge mistake. "I won't say a word. I promise." "Well, when I was 7 years old I was kidnapped. I was with my older brother Kyle and he was supposed to be watching me, while my mom was next door looking at some fabric." As I started telling him this 12 years of anger and sadness came out as I broke down in tears, and Adam just hugged me and let me cry. "Tiffany, why don't you tell him you're his long lost sister?" Adam asked, once I stopped crying. "Cause, for over 12 years I've been gone. I'm just afraid that my family would hate me, especially Brock." I told him, as I got up and started pacing my room. "What makes you think Brock would hate you?" "I was his little munchkin. We were closer than most brothers and sisters." I told him, wiping my eyes. "Well at least think about telling him." Adam said, before giving me a hug and heading down to the gym.
After spending the afternoon in the gym. I finally went upstairs to get ready for my date with John. 'What in the world am I going to wear?' I wondered out loud. I decided to put on my Christina Aguilera 'Stripped' CD and hit the random button. 'Funny, this would be the first song I had to hear.' I thought, as 'Fighter' started.
After all you put me through
You'd think I'd dispise you
But in the end I wanna thank you
'cause you made me that much stronger
Well I thought I knew you, thinking that you were true
Guess I, I couldn't trust called your bluff time is up
'cause I've had enough
You were there by my side, always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames
'cause your greed sold me out in shame, mmhmm
After all of the stealing and cheating
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do,
I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you
'cause it
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
Never, saw it coming
All of your backstabbing
Just so you could cash in
On a good thing before I'd realized your game
I heard you're going round
Playin, the victim now
But don't even begin
Feeling I'm the one to blame
'cause you dug your own grave, uh uh
After all of the fights and the lies
yes your wanting to HAUNT me
But that won't work anymore, uh no..it's over
'cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now and never back down
So I wanna say thank you
'cause it
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
It makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
How could this man I thought I knew
Turn out to be unjust so cruel
Could only see the good in you
Pretended not to see the truth
You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself
Through living in denial
But in the end you'll see
YOU WON"T STOP ME
I am a fighter and I
I ain't goin stop
There is no turning back
I've had enough
Thought I would forget but I
I remember
Yes, I remember
I remember
An hour and a half later, I had decided to wear my hip hugger jeans and a tank top which tied up the front, so when John knocked on the door right at 7:30 I was more than ready to go.
"Hey T. Damn you look great." John said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks John. You look pretty hot yourself." I replied, letting him in my room. "So you still haven't told me where we're going. You think you could tell me now?" I asked him, running my hand across his chest. "Even with you torturing me like this, I'm still not telling you." John said, taking my hand and leading me down the hall.
We had such a great time on our date. We went to dinner at Outback and during dinner we both discovered we wanted to see 'American Wedding' and we went clubbing afterwards. When we got back to my room, John leaned in to kiss me, and as I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, I could feel myself falling in love. For the first time in my life, I was finally feeling what I've only seen in movies and read in books. John Cena is the guy I want to spend the rest of my life with.
A/N 2: I know that I mentioned American Wedding and Wrestlemania XX isn't for another 7 months or so but I loved American Wedding regardless of the stupid little critics. As always review. I'm going to be typing up chapter 3 later tonight and have it posted sometime tomorrow. Also if anyone can help me come up with a better title for this story I'd appreciate it, or if you like this one and think it should stay let me know in a review. If I decide to change the title and use yours I'll give you the credit.
*Amanda*
A/N: Thanks for the reviews of the last chapter. I will be uncovering what the 12 years of total horror were but that will be in chapter 4. I know it's a couple of chapters away but for what I need to write about it has to come then.
Chapter 2
Wrestlemania was a huge success, especially with it being the big 20. Edge won his comeback match against Kurt, John lost to the American Badass but he put up a helluva fight. Brock did beat Chris Benoit to regain the WWE title.
John and I are going out on a real date tonight, but he won't tell me where. While I'm getting ready to go to the gym, someone starts knocking on my door. "Just a sec." I yelled, as I finished putting my hair in a ponytail. When I finally answered the door, I see the reason for the obnoxious knocking. Adam, Kurt, and Brock are standing there with their fists raised ready to knock again. "Hey Tiffany. Brock and I thought we'd stop by and talk to you a little bit about the matches you're doing with us. I'm not real sure why Adam is here though. I think he's just lonely." Kurt said, laughing as he avoided Adam's slap to the back of the head. "Sorry about these two clowns here. Sometimes they don't know when to stop." Brock said, as I let them in. "That's okay, as long as I don't get hit by one of them they should be good." I replied, nervously. I think Adam could see that I was nervous about something, but thankfully he didn't say anything.
After Brock, Kurt, and I talked about our segment for Smackdown, Adam asked if he could talk to me in private. So after I told Brock and Kurt I'd meet them down at the gym in a while, I sat down to talk to Adam. "What did you need to talk to me about?" I asked. "I'm just going to cut right to the chase. Why are you so uncomfortable around Brock?" He asked, causing me to almost choke on my gum. "What do you mean?" I stuttered out. "Well everytime you're around him, you get all nervous like you're hiding something." Adam said, honestly. "And before you say you haven't John told me how you were last night and I just saw it for myself this morning." He finished, giving me a look that said to tell him what the hell was going on. "I'm not hiding anything, exactly. I just, it's hard to talk about Adam." I said. "Why don't you try to explain, maybe it's not as hard as you think it is." Adam said, gently. "Has Brock ever said anything about his family?" "Not really. Just that he has two older brothers and two younger sisters." "Well, I can tell he never said anything about me being kidnapped." I mumbled. "What do you mean you were kidnapped?" Adam asked, shocked. "Let me ask you this first. Please don't tell Brock about this. I'm not real sure how he'd handle it okay?" I asked, hoping I wouldn't be making a huge mistake. "I won't say a word. I promise." "Well, when I was 7 years old I was kidnapped. I was with my older brother Kyle and he was supposed to be watching me, while my mom was next door looking at some fabric." As I started telling him this 12 years of anger and sadness came out as I broke down in tears, and Adam just hugged me and let me cry. "Tiffany, why don't you tell him you're his long lost sister?" Adam asked, once I stopped crying. "Cause, for over 12 years I've been gone. I'm just afraid that my family would hate me, especially Brock." I told him, as I got up and started pacing my room. "What makes you think Brock would hate you?" "I was his little munchkin. We were closer than most brothers and sisters." I told him, wiping my eyes. "Well at least think about telling him." Adam said, before giving me a hug and heading down to the gym.
After spending the afternoon in the gym. I finally went upstairs to get ready for my date with John. 'What in the world am I going to wear?' I wondered out loud. I decided to put on my Christina Aguilera 'Stripped' CD and hit the random button. 'Funny, this would be the first song I had to hear.' I thought, as 'Fighter' started.
After all you put me through
You'd think I'd dispise you
But in the end I wanna thank you
'cause you made me that much stronger
Well I thought I knew you, thinking that you were true
Guess I, I couldn't trust called your bluff time is up
'cause I've had enough
You were there by my side, always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames
'cause your greed sold me out in shame, mmhmm
After all of the stealing and cheating
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do,
I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you
'cause it
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
Never, saw it coming
All of your backstabbing
Just so you could cash in
On a good thing before I'd realized your game
I heard you're going round
Playin, the victim now
But don't even begin
Feeling I'm the one to blame
'cause you dug your own grave, uh uh
After all of the fights and the lies
yes your wanting to HAUNT me
But that won't work anymore, uh no..it's over
'cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now and never back down
So I wanna say thank you
'cause it
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
It makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter
How could this man I thought I knew
Turn out to be unjust so cruel
Could only see the good in you
Pretended not to see the truth
You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself
Through living in denial
But in the end you'll see
YOU WON"T STOP ME
I am a fighter and I
I ain't goin stop
There is no turning back
I've had enough
Thought I would forget but I
I remember
Yes, I remember
I remember
An hour and a half later, I had decided to wear my hip hugger jeans and a tank top which tied up the front, so when John knocked on the door right at 7:30 I was more than ready to go.
"Hey T. Damn you look great." John said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks John. You look pretty hot yourself." I replied, letting him in my room. "So you still haven't told me where we're going. You think you could tell me now?" I asked him, running my hand across his chest. "Even with you torturing me like this, I'm still not telling you." John said, taking my hand and leading me down the hall.
We had such a great time on our date. We went to dinner at Outback and during dinner we both discovered we wanted to see 'American Wedding' and we went clubbing afterwards. When we got back to my room, John leaned in to kiss me, and as I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, I could feel myself falling in love. For the first time in my life, I was finally feeling what I've only seen in movies and read in books. John Cena is the guy I want to spend the rest of my life with.
A/N 2: I know that I mentioned American Wedding and Wrestlemania XX isn't for another 7 months or so but I loved American Wedding regardless of the stupid little critics. As always review. I'm going to be typing up chapter 3 later tonight and have it posted sometime tomorrow. Also if anyone can help me come up with a better title for this story I'd appreciate it, or if you like this one and think it should stay let me know in a review. If I decide to change the title and use yours I'll give you the credit.
*Amanda*