Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE. Vinnie and Rick do. If I did do you think
I'd be writing this FICTION!!!!!. Please review, if you don't I'll cry. I
only own Veronica, and heather owns herself. This chapter contains HEAVY
Stephanie bashing. Sorry, I just don't like her.
Chapter 2
When we reached the arena, I was rudely awakened by my brother shaking me. "Alright, alright. I'm up." "Took ya long enough. Good dream?" my brother laughed. "Yes. I dreamt that I was an only child." I replied climbing out of the car. "With the amount of time that I spend at home, you could be considered an only child." "Not really." I said taking my headphones off. "You'll still get overly possessive if I say that I'm going on a date with someone." "No I won't." "Sure. Do you remember my senior prom?" I asked lifting an eyebrow. "What happened? "'Heather asked joining our conversation. "In high school I was a cheerleader, and my date was the captain of the football team. When he came to pick me up, brother dearest was home. And my brother." I paused trying not to laugh. "He basically told my date that if he did one thing, one little thing that was out of line, he would beat him six ways to Sunday, and a few more threats to that matter. But the sight of Rocky just holding my date up to his eyelevel, I was laughing all night." "Was it always like that?" heather asked. "No, no, my first date was worse." I replied shuddering at the memory. "Worse is possible?" Heather asked bewildered. "Mmhmm." I nodded. "Imagine my brother, my father, AND my grandfather standing over this little 14 year old kid." "Rocky, you have to cut back on being such a big brother." Heather said turning to Rocky. "Sorry. No can do. I sorta have to do the whole overprotective thing. It comes with the contract." Rocky shrugged walking to his locker room. "What contract? I would love to see this contract so that I could burn it." I said. " Hey Rocky. Is there any food around here?" I really did not want to be in the same room as Rocky and Heather, who had been all lovey-dovey and holding hands since they met about an hour ago. "The cafeteria should be down the hall and to the right." Rocky said. "K. Be back soon." I said leaving. After I had closed the door softly behind myself, I felt a bit hurt that my brother was paying more attention to my best friend instead of me. But I was even sadder that my brother had found somebody that he could relate to so easily, and I had no one. I had always been a loner, and it wasn't uncommon to find me staring into space in a little deserted area. I was broken out of my reverie when I heard somebody coming down the hall. When I looked up, I could not believe my eyes. There was Triple H walking away from something or somebody whom I recognized to be Stephanie McBitch, I mean, McMahon. Now I was very curious to see what these arguments were about. But somebody caught Stephanie and began to talk to her. *Damn! Now I won't know what keeps me up at night.* "How did you get back here?" A voice next to me asked. "I walked. Do you have any manners?" I asked turning my head to look at Triple H. "Do you know the meaning of the word 'manners' for that matter?" "Why are you back here?" Triple H asked getting angry. I didn't know whether he was angry because I was being rude to him or because I wasn't scared of him. "I'm here because I was invited. And if you or anybody else have a problem with that, then I suggest you make yourselves scarce 'cause I don't have a good temper, and I'd be more than happy to show it off." I said staring Paul in the eye. After a moment of staring at each other, Paul's face broke into a grin. "So, you're Rocky's little sister?" he said. "I'm Paul Levesque." "Veronica Maiva, pleasure to meet you." I said shaking his hand. "Rocky's been talking about me?" "You're the only thing he talks about. It's always 'Veronica this' or 'Veronica that'. He makes you out to be some kind of perfection. Anyway, where is Rocky? I figured he'd be showing you off telling that us that we're not allowed to talk, look or think about you." Paul said with a smile. "He's in his locker room, doing only God knows what with my best friend, whom he met an hour ago. That's why I'm out here, away from them." I said smiling back at him. "You seemed to be in a hurry when you were storming down here." "I was trying to get away from Stephanie. Even after we got divorced, she thinks she can run my life." He said, his face falling. "Oh, I'm sorry." I said. "It's okay. I'm used to it." He said. "Well, since your brother is busy, how 'bout I show you around?" He asked holding out his hand. "That's very sweet of you, but I don't want to be a hassle." I said. "I can always see things another time." "First of, you won't be a hassle. And second, you'll actually be able to talk to somebody other then your brother or the Divas." He said, still holding his hand out. *To go and possibly piss Dwayne off, or to stay and do absolutely nothing. Why the hell not, it's probably the only time I will ever be able to be near Paul.* I smiled and placed my hand into his much larger one. "Well, if you insist." I said. At that Paul smiled brightly. "I do." He said as he led me away. Paul showed me everything and everyone. The guys are so much different from their characters. Kurt is nice. Steve has that protective attitude about him. So does Bradshaw. "So Where we going next?" I asked as Paul and I stepped out of the Hardy's locker room. "To meet the American badass himself." Paul said taking me to 'Taker's locker room. "Man, I haven't seen Mark in ages." I said as I walked next to Paul, who had yet to let go of my hand. "You know Mark?" Paul asked surprised. "Uh huh. I hooked up with his nephew, a few years back. Mark and I have been friends since. He actually taught me how to wrestle a bit." I said. "You can wrestle?" Paul asked still surprised. "A little." "Does Rocky know?" "No." I replied. "And he's not going to know about it." "Well, here we are." Paul said, stopping in front of a door. "Hey 'Taker. You've got a guest." "Come in." After Paul and I entered, Taker looked up. "Veronica?" "Hey Mark." "How are ya?" he asked giving me a hug. "Good. You?" I replied returning his hug. "Same. Levesque, how did you get taking her around?" Mark asked looking at Paul. "Or, does Rocky not know that his little sister is wandering around with the Game?" "He doesn't know." I answered. "Well, enjoy the show tonight. Are you staying with the WWF for a while?" he said. "I've got two weeks off, and then it's back to college in June." I replied. "Cool. Well, see you around." "Bye." Paul and I said as we left. After Mark's room, Paul took me back to his locker room where we got an unwanted surprise in the form of Stephanie McMahon. "Paul, where have you been? I've been waiting forever." Stephanie exclaimed in her screechy voice. "What do you want Steph?" Paul asked very annoyed. "I thought that maybe, you and I could patch things up. And things could go back to the way they were before." Stephanie said as she batted her eyes. Then she giggled. I looked around the room because I could have sworn that I had heard a pig squeal. "Please Paul, let's be rational." She said sauntering up to Paul and putting her hands on his chest. Paul let out a heavy sigh. "Steph. We're divorced. That means I want nothing to do with you." "But surely, you still feel that certain something between us."she said stepping even closer. *Is she a blond? Yup. Her roots are showing and her shoes definitely have T.G.I.F. on the front.* When Stephanie had moved even closer and batted her eyes, I couldn't hold back a snort of laughter. Which caused both her and Paul to look at me. "Well, judging by his facial expression, I'd say that the only thing that Paul feels toward you is annoyance." I said, smiling smugly at Stephanie. "Paul doesn't need a ring rat, he wants a real woman don't you Paul?" Stephanie said returning my smug smile. "And if Paul wanted a fake ring rat trash bag ho, he'd still be married to you. 'Cause you're what? 99.9% silicon?" I said, which caused Paul to burst out laughing, and Stephanie to screech, turn red, and run out of the room. "You see" I began, allowing Paul to wrap his arms around me. "Stephanie McMahon and I are about equal on the bitchiness scale but there is one thing I have that she doesn't.real breasts." That caused another burst of laughter and I earned myself a kiss on the top of my head. "You are something else, Ronnie, you know that?" Paul asked giving me another kiss on the head. "Yeah" I said. "Are you going to burn that shirt?"
End Chapter 2
AN: Well that's done, expect another chapter out soon. But in the meanwhile. *Get's down on her knees with a puppy dog look on her face* Review, please? *Looks at you expectantly with big eyes.*
Chapter 2
When we reached the arena, I was rudely awakened by my brother shaking me. "Alright, alright. I'm up." "Took ya long enough. Good dream?" my brother laughed. "Yes. I dreamt that I was an only child." I replied climbing out of the car. "With the amount of time that I spend at home, you could be considered an only child." "Not really." I said taking my headphones off. "You'll still get overly possessive if I say that I'm going on a date with someone." "No I won't." "Sure. Do you remember my senior prom?" I asked lifting an eyebrow. "What happened? "'Heather asked joining our conversation. "In high school I was a cheerleader, and my date was the captain of the football team. When he came to pick me up, brother dearest was home. And my brother." I paused trying not to laugh. "He basically told my date that if he did one thing, one little thing that was out of line, he would beat him six ways to Sunday, and a few more threats to that matter. But the sight of Rocky just holding my date up to his eyelevel, I was laughing all night." "Was it always like that?" heather asked. "No, no, my first date was worse." I replied shuddering at the memory. "Worse is possible?" Heather asked bewildered. "Mmhmm." I nodded. "Imagine my brother, my father, AND my grandfather standing over this little 14 year old kid." "Rocky, you have to cut back on being such a big brother." Heather said turning to Rocky. "Sorry. No can do. I sorta have to do the whole overprotective thing. It comes with the contract." Rocky shrugged walking to his locker room. "What contract? I would love to see this contract so that I could burn it." I said. " Hey Rocky. Is there any food around here?" I really did not want to be in the same room as Rocky and Heather, who had been all lovey-dovey and holding hands since they met about an hour ago. "The cafeteria should be down the hall and to the right." Rocky said. "K. Be back soon." I said leaving. After I had closed the door softly behind myself, I felt a bit hurt that my brother was paying more attention to my best friend instead of me. But I was even sadder that my brother had found somebody that he could relate to so easily, and I had no one. I had always been a loner, and it wasn't uncommon to find me staring into space in a little deserted area. I was broken out of my reverie when I heard somebody coming down the hall. When I looked up, I could not believe my eyes. There was Triple H walking away from something or somebody whom I recognized to be Stephanie McBitch, I mean, McMahon. Now I was very curious to see what these arguments were about. But somebody caught Stephanie and began to talk to her. *Damn! Now I won't know what keeps me up at night.* "How did you get back here?" A voice next to me asked. "I walked. Do you have any manners?" I asked turning my head to look at Triple H. "Do you know the meaning of the word 'manners' for that matter?" "Why are you back here?" Triple H asked getting angry. I didn't know whether he was angry because I was being rude to him or because I wasn't scared of him. "I'm here because I was invited. And if you or anybody else have a problem with that, then I suggest you make yourselves scarce 'cause I don't have a good temper, and I'd be more than happy to show it off." I said staring Paul in the eye. After a moment of staring at each other, Paul's face broke into a grin. "So, you're Rocky's little sister?" he said. "I'm Paul Levesque." "Veronica Maiva, pleasure to meet you." I said shaking his hand. "Rocky's been talking about me?" "You're the only thing he talks about. It's always 'Veronica this' or 'Veronica that'. He makes you out to be some kind of perfection. Anyway, where is Rocky? I figured he'd be showing you off telling that us that we're not allowed to talk, look or think about you." Paul said with a smile. "He's in his locker room, doing only God knows what with my best friend, whom he met an hour ago. That's why I'm out here, away from them." I said smiling back at him. "You seemed to be in a hurry when you were storming down here." "I was trying to get away from Stephanie. Even after we got divorced, she thinks she can run my life." He said, his face falling. "Oh, I'm sorry." I said. "It's okay. I'm used to it." He said. "Well, since your brother is busy, how 'bout I show you around?" He asked holding out his hand. "That's very sweet of you, but I don't want to be a hassle." I said. "I can always see things another time." "First of, you won't be a hassle. And second, you'll actually be able to talk to somebody other then your brother or the Divas." He said, still holding his hand out. *To go and possibly piss Dwayne off, or to stay and do absolutely nothing. Why the hell not, it's probably the only time I will ever be able to be near Paul.* I smiled and placed my hand into his much larger one. "Well, if you insist." I said. At that Paul smiled brightly. "I do." He said as he led me away. Paul showed me everything and everyone. The guys are so much different from their characters. Kurt is nice. Steve has that protective attitude about him. So does Bradshaw. "So Where we going next?" I asked as Paul and I stepped out of the Hardy's locker room. "To meet the American badass himself." Paul said taking me to 'Taker's locker room. "Man, I haven't seen Mark in ages." I said as I walked next to Paul, who had yet to let go of my hand. "You know Mark?" Paul asked surprised. "Uh huh. I hooked up with his nephew, a few years back. Mark and I have been friends since. He actually taught me how to wrestle a bit." I said. "You can wrestle?" Paul asked still surprised. "A little." "Does Rocky know?" "No." I replied. "And he's not going to know about it." "Well, here we are." Paul said, stopping in front of a door. "Hey 'Taker. You've got a guest." "Come in." After Paul and I entered, Taker looked up. "Veronica?" "Hey Mark." "How are ya?" he asked giving me a hug. "Good. You?" I replied returning his hug. "Same. Levesque, how did you get taking her around?" Mark asked looking at Paul. "Or, does Rocky not know that his little sister is wandering around with the Game?" "He doesn't know." I answered. "Well, enjoy the show tonight. Are you staying with the WWF for a while?" he said. "I've got two weeks off, and then it's back to college in June." I replied. "Cool. Well, see you around." "Bye." Paul and I said as we left. After Mark's room, Paul took me back to his locker room where we got an unwanted surprise in the form of Stephanie McMahon. "Paul, where have you been? I've been waiting forever." Stephanie exclaimed in her screechy voice. "What do you want Steph?" Paul asked very annoyed. "I thought that maybe, you and I could patch things up. And things could go back to the way they were before." Stephanie said as she batted her eyes. Then she giggled. I looked around the room because I could have sworn that I had heard a pig squeal. "Please Paul, let's be rational." She said sauntering up to Paul and putting her hands on his chest. Paul let out a heavy sigh. "Steph. We're divorced. That means I want nothing to do with you." "But surely, you still feel that certain something between us."she said stepping even closer. *Is she a blond? Yup. Her roots are showing and her shoes definitely have T.G.I.F. on the front.* When Stephanie had moved even closer and batted her eyes, I couldn't hold back a snort of laughter. Which caused both her and Paul to look at me. "Well, judging by his facial expression, I'd say that the only thing that Paul feels toward you is annoyance." I said, smiling smugly at Stephanie. "Paul doesn't need a ring rat, he wants a real woman don't you Paul?" Stephanie said returning my smug smile. "And if Paul wanted a fake ring rat trash bag ho, he'd still be married to you. 'Cause you're what? 99.9% silicon?" I said, which caused Paul to burst out laughing, and Stephanie to screech, turn red, and run out of the room. "You see" I began, allowing Paul to wrap his arms around me. "Stephanie McMahon and I are about equal on the bitchiness scale but there is one thing I have that she doesn't.real breasts." That caused another burst of laughter and I earned myself a kiss on the top of my head. "You are something else, Ronnie, you know that?" Paul asked giving me another kiss on the head. "Yeah" I said. "Are you going to burn that shirt?"
End Chapter 2
AN: Well that's done, expect another chapter out soon. But in the meanwhile. *Get's down on her knees with a puppy dog look on her face* Review, please? *Looks at you expectantly with big eyes.*