Disclaimer: I don't own any wrestlers. The calls in to Vince McMahon
haven't been returned. I do own Tiffany and that's pretty much it. Brandi
is really Brock Lesnar's sister according to a website I found about him.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews to the last chapter. This one is going to be a little shorter than the first two I think. Enjoy this chapter and as always please leave a review.
Chapter 3
'Well it's finally here. My first official match in the WWE, and one of my tag team partners just happens to be my brother.' I thought to myself, as I walked down the hall toward the divas locker room. "Hey Tiffany." I heard someone yell from behind. When I turned around I saw Kurt running towards me. "Whatcha need Kurt?" I asked, as I kept walking to the locker room. "Brock, you, and I are supposed to be meeting with Shelton, Charlie, and Show right now to go over our match. I was just heading down to the ring when I saw you." Kurt answered. "Okay, give me a minute to drop this off and I'll meet ya there." I said, with a smile.
About 10 minutes later, I finally get to the ring after being stopped by Adam, then Stephanie McMahon. "Hey boys." I said, as I settled in next to Brock and Kurt. "What have I missed?" I asked, knowing I'd have five voices telling me at the same time. After I finally got four of them to shut up, I let Kurt fill me in. "Right now, all we have to go on is the premise of the match. The five of us have worked together before, now we just need to add you in somehow." Kurt told me. After thinking about it for a few minutes, I had an idea. "What about if I come out and start talking shit about Big Show." I suggested, looking at Paul. "What do you mean?" Paul asked. "Well you could be saying shit about Brock and Kurt picking a girl for a tag team partner, and I have heard enough and throw my two cents in. I can say something like I'm more woman than you can handle, or we'll see what kind of a man you are when you get beat by a woman." I told him, hoping he wouldn't really pound me into oblivion. "How did you come up with that so quick?" Charlie asked. "It's not something I had to think about for a while, what woman wouldn't love to say something like that to a man?" I asked, crossing my arms across my chest. "Well I like it. I think you should use the line about you beating my ass." Paul said, with a smile. "Great then it's settled." I said, as I started back to the locker room.
While I was getting ready for my debut, I thought back to what Adam had told me in my room yesterday morning. 'Maybe I really do need to tell Brock that I'm alive and okay, but what if he gets mad cause I waited to tell him?' I thought, while I put on my boots. When the stagehand knocked and told me I was needed, I felt a million butterflies being unleashed in my stomach. As I headed toward the gorilla position, John came up and gave me a hug. "Listen T. I know you've got to be so nervous right now, but you'll do great. You're out there tonight in your debut match with some of the WWE's finest. Go out there and kick some ass." John whispered in my ear, before giving me a kiss that made my nerves calm. I felt safe in his arms. "Alright you two, enough of the lovey dovey crap. If you keep this up, you two will need a room." Brock joked, as he walked up right beside us. 'Oh my God! He's going to punch his face in when he finds out I'm his sister.' I thought to myself as Brocks music started and we both headed out. "Good luck T." John yelled, over the music. I just turned around and blew him a kiss and continued to follow Brock.
The match was great. I got to whip Charlie's ass for the first five minutes of the match, then I tagged Kurt in. Kurt and Brock pretty much dominated the match, when Brock got the F-5 on Big Show, Brock tagged me in and let me get the 1-2-3 on the overgrown giant.
After the match was over, and we were back in the locker room area, I congratulated Brock and Kurt on our match and went off to find John. I found him in his locker room, it looked as though he was looking for something in his bag, but I didn't want to interrupt cause the view I had was pretty damn hot. I finally decided I should let him know I was standing there. "Hey John." I said, laughing as he jumped a foot in the air. "T, you're match was great. You feel like having an encore match?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows. "Maybe. You think you could beat me now? I mean, did you not see what happened to Big Show when he thought he could beat me?" I asked, with a playful smile. "Well, let's head on back to the hotel." John said, grabbing his bag and pulling me out the door.
"Hey Brock. You okay?" Kurt asked with concern, after seeing Brock and the look on his face. "Yeah man. I'm okay, just thinking about some things." Brock answered honestly. "Alright man. If you need to vent, you know where to find me." Kurt said, as he left. Brock grabbed his things and headed out to his rental. 'Why does she seem so familiar. It's like I know her and I don't know where she's from. It's just got to be my mind messing with me, but she looks an awful lot like Brandi' Brock thought, as he got in his car and left the arena.
A/N: The next chapter will deal with what the 12 years of horror were. Is Brock starting to figure it out? Only time will tell. If you want to know the answer, just click the review button.
*Amanda*
A/N: Thanks for the reviews to the last chapter. This one is going to be a little shorter than the first two I think. Enjoy this chapter and as always please leave a review.
Chapter 3
'Well it's finally here. My first official match in the WWE, and one of my tag team partners just happens to be my brother.' I thought to myself, as I walked down the hall toward the divas locker room. "Hey Tiffany." I heard someone yell from behind. When I turned around I saw Kurt running towards me. "Whatcha need Kurt?" I asked, as I kept walking to the locker room. "Brock, you, and I are supposed to be meeting with Shelton, Charlie, and Show right now to go over our match. I was just heading down to the ring when I saw you." Kurt answered. "Okay, give me a minute to drop this off and I'll meet ya there." I said, with a smile.
About 10 minutes later, I finally get to the ring after being stopped by Adam, then Stephanie McMahon. "Hey boys." I said, as I settled in next to Brock and Kurt. "What have I missed?" I asked, knowing I'd have five voices telling me at the same time. After I finally got four of them to shut up, I let Kurt fill me in. "Right now, all we have to go on is the premise of the match. The five of us have worked together before, now we just need to add you in somehow." Kurt told me. After thinking about it for a few minutes, I had an idea. "What about if I come out and start talking shit about Big Show." I suggested, looking at Paul. "What do you mean?" Paul asked. "Well you could be saying shit about Brock and Kurt picking a girl for a tag team partner, and I have heard enough and throw my two cents in. I can say something like I'm more woman than you can handle, or we'll see what kind of a man you are when you get beat by a woman." I told him, hoping he wouldn't really pound me into oblivion. "How did you come up with that so quick?" Charlie asked. "It's not something I had to think about for a while, what woman wouldn't love to say something like that to a man?" I asked, crossing my arms across my chest. "Well I like it. I think you should use the line about you beating my ass." Paul said, with a smile. "Great then it's settled." I said, as I started back to the locker room.
While I was getting ready for my debut, I thought back to what Adam had told me in my room yesterday morning. 'Maybe I really do need to tell Brock that I'm alive and okay, but what if he gets mad cause I waited to tell him?' I thought, while I put on my boots. When the stagehand knocked and told me I was needed, I felt a million butterflies being unleashed in my stomach. As I headed toward the gorilla position, John came up and gave me a hug. "Listen T. I know you've got to be so nervous right now, but you'll do great. You're out there tonight in your debut match with some of the WWE's finest. Go out there and kick some ass." John whispered in my ear, before giving me a kiss that made my nerves calm. I felt safe in his arms. "Alright you two, enough of the lovey dovey crap. If you keep this up, you two will need a room." Brock joked, as he walked up right beside us. 'Oh my God! He's going to punch his face in when he finds out I'm his sister.' I thought to myself as Brocks music started and we both headed out. "Good luck T." John yelled, over the music. I just turned around and blew him a kiss and continued to follow Brock.
The match was great. I got to whip Charlie's ass for the first five minutes of the match, then I tagged Kurt in. Kurt and Brock pretty much dominated the match, when Brock got the F-5 on Big Show, Brock tagged me in and let me get the 1-2-3 on the overgrown giant.
After the match was over, and we were back in the locker room area, I congratulated Brock and Kurt on our match and went off to find John. I found him in his locker room, it looked as though he was looking for something in his bag, but I didn't want to interrupt cause the view I had was pretty damn hot. I finally decided I should let him know I was standing there. "Hey John." I said, laughing as he jumped a foot in the air. "T, you're match was great. You feel like having an encore match?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows. "Maybe. You think you could beat me now? I mean, did you not see what happened to Big Show when he thought he could beat me?" I asked, with a playful smile. "Well, let's head on back to the hotel." John said, grabbing his bag and pulling me out the door.
"Hey Brock. You okay?" Kurt asked with concern, after seeing Brock and the look on his face. "Yeah man. I'm okay, just thinking about some things." Brock answered honestly. "Alright man. If you need to vent, you know where to find me." Kurt said, as he left. Brock grabbed his things and headed out to his rental. 'Why does she seem so familiar. It's like I know her and I don't know where she's from. It's just got to be my mind messing with me, but she looks an awful lot like Brandi' Brock thought, as he got in his car and left the arena.
A/N: The next chapter will deal with what the 12 years of horror were. Is Brock starting to figure it out? Only time will tell. If you want to know the answer, just click the review button.
*Amanda*