Disclaimer: Don't own anyone famous. I only own Tiffany. Nicole is
really Brock's fiancee so she own herself.
A/N: Sorry for the long delay. We've had people quit and in the hospital where I work so I've been pulling doubles like crazy, so hopefully this chapter will make up for it some.
Chapter 4
Two weeks after my debut, Vince informed me that the audience loved my interaction with Kurt and Brock but he was going to pair me with Kurt more, so that way fans wouldn't wonder if something romantic was going on between Brock and I.
When we arrived in Minneapolis that morning to tape Smackdown, the same nerves I had before my first match came back as I walked out of the terminal. 'Would my parents be there tonight?' I wondered, as I headed off to baggage claim.
After I got to the arena, I was in some serious need of peace and quiet. Kurt and Adam had given me a ride since I am too young to rent a car. I never knew that Adam could wear out a Bon Jovi song, but by the time he got done playing 'Living on A Prayer' for the 15th time, I thought I was going to throw Adam and the CD out the window.
"Hey Tiffany." Brock called, from his locker room. "Oh hey Brock. What's up?" I asked, walking into his locker room. "Listen, did you want to grab something to eat after the show? My fiancee is wanting to meet you." Brock asked. "Yeah that'd be okay." I answered, wondering if he's figured out who I am. "You could bring John if you want, I know how close you two have become." Brock said, giving me a knowing smirk. "Yeah we're dating, so what?" I laughed, walking out of his room. "Meet me here after the show." Brock yelled at me.
Smackdown ended up being pretty boring, at least it was for me, I just went down to the ring with Kurt and distracted Eddie Gurerro by doing a little Stacy Keibler leg show. So when it was time to meet Brock at his locker room I was more than ready. "Hey sexy." John said, walking up and giving me a kiss. "Hey yourself." I replied, putting my arms around his waist. "What do you want to do tonight?" John asked me, as we started walking. "Well Brock invited us out to get some dinner cause his fiancee wants to meet me." I answered, when we stopped in front of Brocks locker room. "Well sounds good to me." Good, cause I already said yes." I answered, laughing as I knocked on the door. "Cute." John replied back, with a sarcastic smile on his face.
We decided to go to this little diner Brock knew of and since it was late the place wouldn't be that busy. When we walked in Nicole was already standing to greet us. "Hey honey." Brock said, giving her a kiss. "Nicole, I'd like you to meet Tiffany. Tiffany, this is my fiancee Nicole." Brock said, making the introductions. "You already know the white-boy rapper wannabe." He finished, laughing as slapped John on the back. "I'm so excited to meet you Tiffany. For the last couple of weeks, you are all Brock has talked about." Nicole said. "Plus anyone who can put up with Brock and Kurts crap is pretty damn cool." Nicole said, smiling when Brock gave her a hurt look. "I resent that. Just what crap are you talking about?" "Nothing sweetie, just nevermind." Nicole replied.
Most of dinner was spent talking about our childhoods and how we got into wrestling. Then Brock said something that made me almost choke on the bite I just took. "You remind me of someone I used to know. It's almost like I'm revisiting my past." Brock said, quietly. "Brock what are you talking about?" John asked. "Nothing, don't worry about it." Brock replied, not looking up. "Okay man." John said, afraid he overstepped the line. "Well, what do you say we head on over to the hotel now?" I asked, trying to find any way I could to leave this place. Maybe Adam was right, I should just tell him I'm alive and okay. While I was thinking about when and how to tell him, I guess they decided to agree with me about leaving. So after telling Brock and Nicole good-bye and promising Nicole I'd come to their house, and go on a shopping trip to the Mall of America, we were finally on our way.
When we got to the hotel, we discovered that someone goofed the reservations and they didn't have a room for John, so I offered to let him stay with me in mine. Imagine our surprise when we walked in and there was only one bed. I also had a couch, so John offered to sleep there.
By the time my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. However, my sleep was anything but restful, as a nightmare about my past crept into my dreams.
*Flashback* 12 years ago
"I wanna go home." I cried, holding tightly to the doll I had just got. "Shut up, you miserable little brat." The man bellowed at me, as he slapped me across the face. This only made me cry harder. "I told you to shut the fuck up." He said, as he started beating the shit out of me.
*Flashback* 3 years later
"You're nothing but a huge waste of air. I told you to have this place spotless by the time I came home tonight." He yelled at me. It's strange, for the last three years I've never known his name. I don't think the police could find a 'he' if I ever get out of here. "Listen to me when I talk to you bitch!" He screamed, as he started walking towards me. "You obviously are wanting to disobey me. It's time I taught you a lesson." He said, as he started taking his clothes off. When he got to me I tried to get away, but he was too strong, and one punch to my face told me I wasn't going anywhere. I just laid there crying and wishing Brock would come and save me.
*Present Time*
"Tiff, baby wake up." John said, shaking me. "Honey come on." He said again. When I woke up I realized I was really crying and I couldn't stop shaking. At first I didn't see John trying to hug me, I only saw the man who ruined my life and my families lives. So when I punched John in the face was when I realized it was him. "Damn T. What was that for?" John sort of asked and yelled behind his hand, which was covering his face. "I'm sorry John. I guess when you tried to put your arms around me, I thought you were the man from my nightmare." I said, kissing him lightly on his mouth. "Let me look at your cheek." I said, moving his hand away. "Let me go and get you some ice." I said. As I started to get up though, John put his hand on my wrist and pulled me back. "Tiff, forget the ice. What the hell happened to you?" John asked, the concern in his voice was definitely there. "Nothing honey. It was just a bad dream that's all." I said, not wanting to tell his too much about my past yet. I just wanted to forget that, that bastard had sex with me. I didn't want John to think that I was some sort of slut, though I'm pretty sure he wouldn't. "Are you okay now?" John asked, still keeping his grip on my hand. "Yeah I'm fine. Will you stay here with me though?" I asked, shyly. "Of course I will. Just lay your head down here." John said, as he patted his chest. I finally fell back to sleep listening to his breathing and him running his fingers through my hair.
A/N 2: Chapter 5 is already written, I just need to get it typed. It will be up by Monday for sure. As always read and review, let me know what you liked or didn't like.
*Amanda*
A/N: Sorry for the long delay. We've had people quit and in the hospital where I work so I've been pulling doubles like crazy, so hopefully this chapter will make up for it some.
Chapter 4
Two weeks after my debut, Vince informed me that the audience loved my interaction with Kurt and Brock but he was going to pair me with Kurt more, so that way fans wouldn't wonder if something romantic was going on between Brock and I.
When we arrived in Minneapolis that morning to tape Smackdown, the same nerves I had before my first match came back as I walked out of the terminal. 'Would my parents be there tonight?' I wondered, as I headed off to baggage claim.
After I got to the arena, I was in some serious need of peace and quiet. Kurt and Adam had given me a ride since I am too young to rent a car. I never knew that Adam could wear out a Bon Jovi song, but by the time he got done playing 'Living on A Prayer' for the 15th time, I thought I was going to throw Adam and the CD out the window.
"Hey Tiffany." Brock called, from his locker room. "Oh hey Brock. What's up?" I asked, walking into his locker room. "Listen, did you want to grab something to eat after the show? My fiancee is wanting to meet you." Brock asked. "Yeah that'd be okay." I answered, wondering if he's figured out who I am. "You could bring John if you want, I know how close you two have become." Brock said, giving me a knowing smirk. "Yeah we're dating, so what?" I laughed, walking out of his room. "Meet me here after the show." Brock yelled at me.
Smackdown ended up being pretty boring, at least it was for me, I just went down to the ring with Kurt and distracted Eddie Gurerro by doing a little Stacy Keibler leg show. So when it was time to meet Brock at his locker room I was more than ready. "Hey sexy." John said, walking up and giving me a kiss. "Hey yourself." I replied, putting my arms around his waist. "What do you want to do tonight?" John asked me, as we started walking. "Well Brock invited us out to get some dinner cause his fiancee wants to meet me." I answered, when we stopped in front of Brocks locker room. "Well sounds good to me." Good, cause I already said yes." I answered, laughing as I knocked on the door. "Cute." John replied back, with a sarcastic smile on his face.
We decided to go to this little diner Brock knew of and since it was late the place wouldn't be that busy. When we walked in Nicole was already standing to greet us. "Hey honey." Brock said, giving her a kiss. "Nicole, I'd like you to meet Tiffany. Tiffany, this is my fiancee Nicole." Brock said, making the introductions. "You already know the white-boy rapper wannabe." He finished, laughing as slapped John on the back. "I'm so excited to meet you Tiffany. For the last couple of weeks, you are all Brock has talked about." Nicole said. "Plus anyone who can put up with Brock and Kurts crap is pretty damn cool." Nicole said, smiling when Brock gave her a hurt look. "I resent that. Just what crap are you talking about?" "Nothing sweetie, just nevermind." Nicole replied.
Most of dinner was spent talking about our childhoods and how we got into wrestling. Then Brock said something that made me almost choke on the bite I just took. "You remind me of someone I used to know. It's almost like I'm revisiting my past." Brock said, quietly. "Brock what are you talking about?" John asked. "Nothing, don't worry about it." Brock replied, not looking up. "Okay man." John said, afraid he overstepped the line. "Well, what do you say we head on over to the hotel now?" I asked, trying to find any way I could to leave this place. Maybe Adam was right, I should just tell him I'm alive and okay. While I was thinking about when and how to tell him, I guess they decided to agree with me about leaving. So after telling Brock and Nicole good-bye and promising Nicole I'd come to their house, and go on a shopping trip to the Mall of America, we were finally on our way.
When we got to the hotel, we discovered that someone goofed the reservations and they didn't have a room for John, so I offered to let him stay with me in mine. Imagine our surprise when we walked in and there was only one bed. I also had a couch, so John offered to sleep there.
By the time my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. However, my sleep was anything but restful, as a nightmare about my past crept into my dreams.
*Flashback* 12 years ago
"I wanna go home." I cried, holding tightly to the doll I had just got. "Shut up, you miserable little brat." The man bellowed at me, as he slapped me across the face. This only made me cry harder. "I told you to shut the fuck up." He said, as he started beating the shit out of me.
*Flashback* 3 years later
"You're nothing but a huge waste of air. I told you to have this place spotless by the time I came home tonight." He yelled at me. It's strange, for the last three years I've never known his name. I don't think the police could find a 'he' if I ever get out of here. "Listen to me when I talk to you bitch!" He screamed, as he started walking towards me. "You obviously are wanting to disobey me. It's time I taught you a lesson." He said, as he started taking his clothes off. When he got to me I tried to get away, but he was too strong, and one punch to my face told me I wasn't going anywhere. I just laid there crying and wishing Brock would come and save me.
*Present Time*
"Tiff, baby wake up." John said, shaking me. "Honey come on." He said again. When I woke up I realized I was really crying and I couldn't stop shaking. At first I didn't see John trying to hug me, I only saw the man who ruined my life and my families lives. So when I punched John in the face was when I realized it was him. "Damn T. What was that for?" John sort of asked and yelled behind his hand, which was covering his face. "I'm sorry John. I guess when you tried to put your arms around me, I thought you were the man from my nightmare." I said, kissing him lightly on his mouth. "Let me look at your cheek." I said, moving his hand away. "Let me go and get you some ice." I said. As I started to get up though, John put his hand on my wrist and pulled me back. "Tiff, forget the ice. What the hell happened to you?" John asked, the concern in his voice was definitely there. "Nothing honey. It was just a bad dream that's all." I said, not wanting to tell his too much about my past yet. I just wanted to forget that, that bastard had sex with me. I didn't want John to think that I was some sort of slut, though I'm pretty sure he wouldn't. "Are you okay now?" John asked, still keeping his grip on my hand. "Yeah I'm fine. Will you stay here with me though?" I asked, shyly. "Of course I will. Just lay your head down here." John said, as he patted his chest. I finally fell back to sleep listening to his breathing and him running his fingers through my hair.
A/N 2: Chapter 5 is already written, I just need to get it typed. It will be up by Monday for sure. As always read and review, let me know what you liked or didn't like.
*Amanda*