Title: Together Again
Author: MissKTFan
Disclaimer: This story is fiction. I do not own any of the wrestlers included in this story. There is adult content in this story, which includes, sex, violence, and vulgar language. This story is copyrighted to me and should anyone wish to use this, I ask that you get my permission first.
Main Characters: Lacy Lynn Hardy, Matt and Jeff Hardy, Mark Callaway
Other characters: Glenn Jacobs, Amy Dumas, and others.
Brief Description: Lacy Lynn's mother and father get a divorce and she's separated from her brothers. What happens when she meets up with them several years later?
When I flew out to New York, I was asked to make an appearance at WWF New York. I had no idea what WWF New York was like, so when I walked inside, I was confused as to where to go. "Need some help?" I heard a deep voice and turned around to see a tall man with short red hair looming over me. "I'm looking for Vince McMahon. He asked me to come here tonight, but I think he forgot to tell me where to meet him." I replied. "You're the new girl, huh?" He asked. "Yes, I suppose I am." I said, laughing nervously. "I'm Mark Callaway. I'll be showing you around at the arena and helping you get started." He explained. "Oh, Vince told me about you." I said.
"Well, come on. I'll show you where Vince is." He said. I nodded and followed him until we reached a small room that looked like an office. Mark tapped on the door and walked in. "The new girl is here." He said. "My name is Liz Hardy." I said, annoyed that he was calling me the new girl. "Hardy, huh?" He asked. I nodded, but he didn't comment as to why he asked me that. "Sit down, Liz." Vince said. I sat down and smiled when Mark sat beside me. "Okay, tomorrow night, we'll be doing a live episode of RAW right here in New York. You're going to have a dark match with one of our wrestlers, Amy Dumas. She goes by the name of Lita in the ring." Vince explained.
I nodded, storing into memory everything that he was telling me. "Mark is going to show you around Madison Square Garden, so you get a feel for what it's like being backstage and so you don't get lost. He'll show you the ring and the locker rooms, so you know where everything is. He's also going to introduce you to some of the wrestlers, so you'll know who some of them are." Vince continued. I nodded, taking everything he said in and glanced at Mark who looked cool as a cucumber sitting next to me. This made me more nervous for some reason, though I had no idea why. Vince saw the expression on my face and smiled. "Relax, Mark has been around for twelve years. You're in good hands." Vince said. "That's a long time." I commented. "Hey, watch what you say." He said, sitting up. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. You're very good looking for your age." I said.
Suddenly, I realized what I'd said and felt like smacking myself for that. "God, I'm such an idiot." I thought. "Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment." He replied. I nodded and looked away so he wouldn't see me blushing. "Okay, well that's it. Mark, you can take her to the hotel and get her checked in. Make sure she knows what time she needs to be at the arena tomorrow and that sort of thing." Vince said. "No problem, boss." Mark replied, getting to his feet. "Let's go, Liz Hardy. I'll give you a lift to the hotel." He said. "Would it be too much trouble if you showed me around here real quick?" I asked. "No, not at all." He said, as he led me around WWF New York, pointing everything out.
We finally got to the hotel and he checked me in, while I waited. "Okay, here's your key. You're on the seventh floor, room 712. I'm sure you can find that, right?" He asked. "Of course. Thanks for showing me around tonight." I said. "No problem. Be at MSG tomorrow by four in the afternoon." He said. "MSG?" I asked. "Madison Square Garden." He replied, laughing at my confusion. "Oh, right. Okay, then. Goodnight." I said, before heading to the elevators.
The following morning, I ordered room service and ate breakfast. Then I showered and dressed in black denim shorts and a half shirt that said Angel on it, a nickname I'd picked up in high school, because I was never caught doing anything wrong. After that, I tied a black bandanna around my forehead to keep my hair out of my face. Then I put on my black sneakers, looked myself over in the mirror and went down to the lobby. "Excuse me, can you call me a cab?" I asked the manager. "Sure thing, miss." He replied.
After the cab came, I had him drive me around, so I could see what downtown New York looked like. By the time I'd finished, it was three, so I had the cab driver take me to Madison Square Garden. I paid the driver and got out of the car. "Wow, this is big." I said, as I pulled out my employee pass. "Excuse me, I am a wrestler and I need to get backstage." I said, showing my pass at the front door. "Go around to the back, tap on the door three times and show them your pass." He said. When I got back there, I did as he said and was let in by a guard. After checking my pass, he nodded. "You're clear." He said, pointing towards the hall. I walked in the direction he had pointed and noticed three different hallways. "Oh great. I'm definitely going to get lost." I mumbled to myself.
I stood there staring at the hallways, wondering which one to take, when I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turned and saw Mark standing behind me. "Thank God. I have no idea where to go." I said. "Yeah, I figured you'd show up early. All the new wrestlers come early." He said, as he led me down the left hallway. "Okay, why did we take this one?" I asked, wanting to know where we were going. "This hallway is all the dressing rooms and the locker rooms." Mark explained. "Good to know." I commented. I heard him laugh and found myself blushing again.
"Here's the women's locker room. That's where you'll change and shower after your matches. This is my dressing room. See, it says Undertaker." He said, pointing to the sign. "What a weird name." I commented. "Well, I've had it for twelve years. I happen to like it." He replied. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend you." I mumbled. "You didn't." He replied, as he led me back down the hall. Next, we took the right hall. This hallway is full of employees. The make up artist, the costume designer, the medic, the therapy room, and the lounge, where some of the wrestlers hang out before and after their matches." He explained. "Got it." I said. "You better have a good memory." He commented. "My memory is great." I replied, as we walked into the lounge.
"Hey, guys. I'd like you to meet Liz Hardy. She's knew here." Mark said. "This is Paul Wight, better known as Big Show. This is Duane Johnson, better known as Rock. "Paul LeVesque, better known as Hunter, Brock Lesnar, Dave Batista, Jason and Adam, but everyone calls them Edge and Christian, and Steve Williams, better known as Stone Cold Steve Austin." Mark said, introducing them all. "Hi." I said, waving. "She's young." Duane commented. "I'm twenty-one." I replied. "Like I said, young." Duane replied. "She's young, but Vince says she's real talented." Mark commented. "Well, we'll find out tonight." Steve said. "Okay, see you all later. I still gotta show her the ring and the offices." Mark said.
I followed him out to the hall and stopped at costume with him. "Got Liz Hardy's costume?" Mark asked. "Yeah, right here." Grace replied. "Liz, this is Grace. Any problems with your gear, see her." Mark said. "Hi, Grace." I said, smiling at her. "Hi, there. Welcome aboard." She said. "Thanks, I think." I said, laughing nervously. I took my wrestling outfit and looked at it. "Oh my." I said, upon seeing the skimpy outfit. "Vince loves having the divas wearing next to nothing. Better get used to it." Mark stated. "I see." I commented. The outfit consisted of silver shorts that looked about two sizes too small for me and a top that was a low cut silver half top. The entire outfit shimmered under the lights. "Wow." I said, after inspecting the outfit. "Nice." Mark commented, making me blush a little.
"Well, Liz. Let's go. I need to show you the ring." Mark said. I followed him down the middle hall and noted where Vince and Rick's office was. Then we walked through the curtain and down to the ring. "Set your stuff down there and get in the ring." Mark said. "Get in?" I asked. "That's what I said." He replied. I put my stuff down and walked up the steel steps. Then I climbed in the ring and looked around at the empty arena. "This place is huge." I commented. "Wait till it's filled." Mark said. "So, what do I do now?" I asked. "Well, how about trying one of your moves on me. That oughta give you a feel for the ring." He said. "I don't think so. You're a guy and you're huge." I commented. "I'll go easy on you." He replied.
"Well, okay. I'll try my spinning heel kick. Is that okay?" I asked. "Sure, that'll give you an idea of how big the ring is." He replied. I climbed the ropes until I was perched on the top. "Don't be afraid to hurt me, you won't." He said. I shrugged and leapt out at him, aiming for his chest, but I ended up kicking him in the face. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry." I said, kneeling beside him. "It's okay." He said, laughing. "You've got a powerful kick." He added. "God, Mark. I'm so sorry." I said. "Well, lesson's over. You know how to find the locker room?" He asked. "Yeah, just walk back down the hall and go to the right." I said. "Exactly." He replied.
"When you're done changing, come to my dressing room and I'll take you to meet Amy." He said. I nodded and went up the ramp, carrying my outfit. When I finished changing, I went to his dressing room and knocked on the door. "Come in." I heard him call, so I opened the door. "Well, you look great." He said. "Oh please." I commented. "No, really. It compliments your body." He said. "Flirting with the new girl already?" Glenn teased, as he walked out of the bathroom. "Real funny, smartass. This is Glenn Jacobs, better known as Kane and he's Taker's brother.." Mark said. "Are you guys really brothers?" I asked. "Yes, we are." Glenn said. "I'm Liz Hardy and I guess I'll be better known as Angel, eventually I said. "Cute." Glenn commented. "Hardy, huh?" He asked, after a moment. "You two must think alike." I commented. "Why do you say that?" Glenn asked. "Because he said the same thing when I met him last night." I replied.
Mark and Glenn glanced at eachother, but let the subject drop. "Well, why don't we go and meet Amy now." Mark said. I nodded and followed him into the hall. "I think I'll come." Glenn said. I followed them down the hall to another dressing room. Mark tapped on the door and a young red head answered. "Hi, guys. What's up?" Amy asked. "Amy, this is Liz. She's going to be wrestling you in a dark match tonight." Mark said. "Hi, Liz. Come on in." Amy said. I nodded and walked into the room. "You can leave her with me, guys. I'll take good care of her." Amy joked. "See you later, Liz." Mark and Glenn called before leaving.
Author: MissKTFan
Disclaimer: This story is fiction. I do not own any of the wrestlers included in this story. There is adult content in this story, which includes, sex, violence, and vulgar language. This story is copyrighted to me and should anyone wish to use this, I ask that you get my permission first.
Main Characters: Lacy Lynn Hardy, Matt and Jeff Hardy, Mark Callaway
Other characters: Glenn Jacobs, Amy Dumas, and others.
Brief Description: Lacy Lynn's mother and father get a divorce and she's separated from her brothers. What happens when she meets up with them several years later?
When I flew out to New York, I was asked to make an appearance at WWF New York. I had no idea what WWF New York was like, so when I walked inside, I was confused as to where to go. "Need some help?" I heard a deep voice and turned around to see a tall man with short red hair looming over me. "I'm looking for Vince McMahon. He asked me to come here tonight, but I think he forgot to tell me where to meet him." I replied. "You're the new girl, huh?" He asked. "Yes, I suppose I am." I said, laughing nervously. "I'm Mark Callaway. I'll be showing you around at the arena and helping you get started." He explained. "Oh, Vince told me about you." I said.
"Well, come on. I'll show you where Vince is." He said. I nodded and followed him until we reached a small room that looked like an office. Mark tapped on the door and walked in. "The new girl is here." He said. "My name is Liz Hardy." I said, annoyed that he was calling me the new girl. "Hardy, huh?" He asked. I nodded, but he didn't comment as to why he asked me that. "Sit down, Liz." Vince said. I sat down and smiled when Mark sat beside me. "Okay, tomorrow night, we'll be doing a live episode of RAW right here in New York. You're going to have a dark match with one of our wrestlers, Amy Dumas. She goes by the name of Lita in the ring." Vince explained.
I nodded, storing into memory everything that he was telling me. "Mark is going to show you around Madison Square Garden, so you get a feel for what it's like being backstage and so you don't get lost. He'll show you the ring and the locker rooms, so you know where everything is. He's also going to introduce you to some of the wrestlers, so you'll know who some of them are." Vince continued. I nodded, taking everything he said in and glanced at Mark who looked cool as a cucumber sitting next to me. This made me more nervous for some reason, though I had no idea why. Vince saw the expression on my face and smiled. "Relax, Mark has been around for twelve years. You're in good hands." Vince said. "That's a long time." I commented. "Hey, watch what you say." He said, sitting up. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. You're very good looking for your age." I said.
Suddenly, I realized what I'd said and felt like smacking myself for that. "God, I'm such an idiot." I thought. "Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment." He replied. I nodded and looked away so he wouldn't see me blushing. "Okay, well that's it. Mark, you can take her to the hotel and get her checked in. Make sure she knows what time she needs to be at the arena tomorrow and that sort of thing." Vince said. "No problem, boss." Mark replied, getting to his feet. "Let's go, Liz Hardy. I'll give you a lift to the hotel." He said. "Would it be too much trouble if you showed me around here real quick?" I asked. "No, not at all." He said, as he led me around WWF New York, pointing everything out.
We finally got to the hotel and he checked me in, while I waited. "Okay, here's your key. You're on the seventh floor, room 712. I'm sure you can find that, right?" He asked. "Of course. Thanks for showing me around tonight." I said. "No problem. Be at MSG tomorrow by four in the afternoon." He said. "MSG?" I asked. "Madison Square Garden." He replied, laughing at my confusion. "Oh, right. Okay, then. Goodnight." I said, before heading to the elevators.
The following morning, I ordered room service and ate breakfast. Then I showered and dressed in black denim shorts and a half shirt that said Angel on it, a nickname I'd picked up in high school, because I was never caught doing anything wrong. After that, I tied a black bandanna around my forehead to keep my hair out of my face. Then I put on my black sneakers, looked myself over in the mirror and went down to the lobby. "Excuse me, can you call me a cab?" I asked the manager. "Sure thing, miss." He replied.
After the cab came, I had him drive me around, so I could see what downtown New York looked like. By the time I'd finished, it was three, so I had the cab driver take me to Madison Square Garden. I paid the driver and got out of the car. "Wow, this is big." I said, as I pulled out my employee pass. "Excuse me, I am a wrestler and I need to get backstage." I said, showing my pass at the front door. "Go around to the back, tap on the door three times and show them your pass." He said. When I got back there, I did as he said and was let in by a guard. After checking my pass, he nodded. "You're clear." He said, pointing towards the hall. I walked in the direction he had pointed and noticed three different hallways. "Oh great. I'm definitely going to get lost." I mumbled to myself.
I stood there staring at the hallways, wondering which one to take, when I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turned and saw Mark standing behind me. "Thank God. I have no idea where to go." I said. "Yeah, I figured you'd show up early. All the new wrestlers come early." He said, as he led me down the left hallway. "Okay, why did we take this one?" I asked, wanting to know where we were going. "This hallway is all the dressing rooms and the locker rooms." Mark explained. "Good to know." I commented. I heard him laugh and found myself blushing again.
"Here's the women's locker room. That's where you'll change and shower after your matches. This is my dressing room. See, it says Undertaker." He said, pointing to the sign. "What a weird name." I commented. "Well, I've had it for twelve years. I happen to like it." He replied. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend you." I mumbled. "You didn't." He replied, as he led me back down the hall. Next, we took the right hall. This hallway is full of employees. The make up artist, the costume designer, the medic, the therapy room, and the lounge, where some of the wrestlers hang out before and after their matches." He explained. "Got it." I said. "You better have a good memory." He commented. "My memory is great." I replied, as we walked into the lounge.
"Hey, guys. I'd like you to meet Liz Hardy. She's knew here." Mark said. "This is Paul Wight, better known as Big Show. This is Duane Johnson, better known as Rock. "Paul LeVesque, better known as Hunter, Brock Lesnar, Dave Batista, Jason and Adam, but everyone calls them Edge and Christian, and Steve Williams, better known as Stone Cold Steve Austin." Mark said, introducing them all. "Hi." I said, waving. "She's young." Duane commented. "I'm twenty-one." I replied. "Like I said, young." Duane replied. "She's young, but Vince says she's real talented." Mark commented. "Well, we'll find out tonight." Steve said. "Okay, see you all later. I still gotta show her the ring and the offices." Mark said.
I followed him out to the hall and stopped at costume with him. "Got Liz Hardy's costume?" Mark asked. "Yeah, right here." Grace replied. "Liz, this is Grace. Any problems with your gear, see her." Mark said. "Hi, Grace." I said, smiling at her. "Hi, there. Welcome aboard." She said. "Thanks, I think." I said, laughing nervously. I took my wrestling outfit and looked at it. "Oh my." I said, upon seeing the skimpy outfit. "Vince loves having the divas wearing next to nothing. Better get used to it." Mark stated. "I see." I commented. The outfit consisted of silver shorts that looked about two sizes too small for me and a top that was a low cut silver half top. The entire outfit shimmered under the lights. "Wow." I said, after inspecting the outfit. "Nice." Mark commented, making me blush a little.
"Well, Liz. Let's go. I need to show you the ring." Mark said. I followed him down the middle hall and noted where Vince and Rick's office was. Then we walked through the curtain and down to the ring. "Set your stuff down there and get in the ring." Mark said. "Get in?" I asked. "That's what I said." He replied. I put my stuff down and walked up the steel steps. Then I climbed in the ring and looked around at the empty arena. "This place is huge." I commented. "Wait till it's filled." Mark said. "So, what do I do now?" I asked. "Well, how about trying one of your moves on me. That oughta give you a feel for the ring." He said. "I don't think so. You're a guy and you're huge." I commented. "I'll go easy on you." He replied.
"Well, okay. I'll try my spinning heel kick. Is that okay?" I asked. "Sure, that'll give you an idea of how big the ring is." He replied. I climbed the ropes until I was perched on the top. "Don't be afraid to hurt me, you won't." He said. I shrugged and leapt out at him, aiming for his chest, but I ended up kicking him in the face. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry." I said, kneeling beside him. "It's okay." He said, laughing. "You've got a powerful kick." He added. "God, Mark. I'm so sorry." I said. "Well, lesson's over. You know how to find the locker room?" He asked. "Yeah, just walk back down the hall and go to the right." I said. "Exactly." He replied.
"When you're done changing, come to my dressing room and I'll take you to meet Amy." He said. I nodded and went up the ramp, carrying my outfit. When I finished changing, I went to his dressing room and knocked on the door. "Come in." I heard him call, so I opened the door. "Well, you look great." He said. "Oh please." I commented. "No, really. It compliments your body." He said. "Flirting with the new girl already?" Glenn teased, as he walked out of the bathroom. "Real funny, smartass. This is Glenn Jacobs, better known as Kane and he's Taker's brother.." Mark said. "Are you guys really brothers?" I asked. "Yes, we are." Glenn said. "I'm Liz Hardy and I guess I'll be better known as Angel, eventually I said. "Cute." Glenn commented. "Hardy, huh?" He asked, after a moment. "You two must think alike." I commented. "Why do you say that?" Glenn asked. "Because he said the same thing when I met him last night." I replied.
Mark and Glenn glanced at eachother, but let the subject drop. "Well, why don't we go and meet Amy now." Mark said. I nodded and followed him into the hall. "I think I'll come." Glenn said. I followed them down the hall to another dressing room. Mark tapped on the door and a young red head answered. "Hi, guys. What's up?" Amy asked. "Amy, this is Liz. She's going to be wrestling you in a dark match tonight." Mark said. "Hi, Liz. Come on in." Amy said. I nodded and walked into the room. "You can leave her with me, guys. I'll take good care of her." Amy joked. "See you later, Liz." Mark and Glenn called before leaving.