Characters: Nikki Westfield- Famous photographer . Comes from a wealthy family. Her mother is wealthy Heiress Monica Westfield Brogan who has been married 7 times.
Mark Callaway-Professional wrestler the Undertaker
Glen Jacobs- Professional wrestler- Kane.
Other wrestlers to be included later.
Vince McMahon- owner of WWE.
Monica Westfield Brogan- Nikki's mother. A very cold distant parent who hides information about Nikki's real father from her.
Summary – Nikki Westfield who has the reputation of being a spoiled little rich brat takes a job with WWE as a photographer. She has reason to believe that her real father is or was a professional wrestler and sets out to find him. She ends up finding much more than that.
Disclaimer- I don't own WWE or Kane or the Undertaker or Vince McMahon. I make no money from my stories so don't sue me.
Nikki speed down the highway in truck. He mother would shit a brick if she knew Nikki was driving around in a truck. She could hear her mother now. "Darling what would people think driving around in a truck like common trash." In that oh so refined voice of hers. Well what the hell her mother was already disappointed because at 21 she had the bad taste to be working at a 'oh my god a job' as her mother called it. According to her mother after college she should have went straight into marriage. Nikki rolled her eyes at the thought. Men were predators not to be trusted, no thank you. Nikki was on her way to an arena in Memphis. She had just started a new job with WWE. She was already a famous photographer. Vince had sought her out for the job. She took it for one reason to find her father and when she found him she was going to cuss him out and maybe kick his ass. The only thing her mother told her about her father was that she had made the mistake of slumming and got pregnant with Nikki. Nikki had seen her father on a regular basis till she was 4 and then he just disappeared with no explanation. Nikki couldn't remember him clearly more like impressions of him. She remembered long black hair and a beard and moustache. She remembered sitting in his lap and him telling her about wrestling in a sort of soft southern draw. She remembered the last time she had seen him. He mother had come in yelling saying he couldn't see her no more. "Daddy don't leave." She had cried clinging to him. He had held her close for a moment. "Baby I'll be back I promise." He had said. He had set her down and kissed her on the head and walked away she had never seen him again. She had cried for months for him. Her mother would yell at her to shut up that he wasn't ever coming back. Her grief had turned her into a cold and hard child who showed no emotions except for anger. He mother had spoiled her with things which Nikki ignored and didn't want. He mother had introduced a procession of 7 different stepfathers over the years. The best ones ignored her, the stupid ones tried to play daddy and the worst one had touched her and tried to do more. Bur Nikki wasn't a typical kid. The next time he snuck in her room Nikki pulled a knife from under her pillow and stabbed him. She didn't kill him but wished she had. He mother horrified of a scandal and covered the whole thing up then yelled at her 12 year old daughter for embarrassing her. "Gee Mother should I have let him fuck me?" she asked coldly. He mother had rushed out of the room horrified and stayed in bed three days and never mentioned the incident again. So all around Nikki figured she was a pretty fucked up person starting all with her dad abandoning her. Nikki never made it through the night without a bad dream either about her father leaving her or the asshole that molested her. The whole world saw her as a spoiled brat with no discipline growing up, a rich little bitch that worked for fun but didn't have to. To hell with the world Nikki thought what did she care what anyone thought about her. She pulled into the arena and got out of her truck. She had to talk to Vince and then she would go to the hotel and get a room. She was tired she had been driving all day. She took a deep breath and walked into the arena.