To all who were disgusted:

I rewrote this story because certain people cannot stand the idea of HHH being abusive, let alone raping his wife. I wish no one harm and hopefully this will clear up what I was trying to write. (This will be the only time I will let a reader's flame get to me.) I also deeply apologize for those who actually enjoyed this fic. I am not going to disappoint you all. Please read the following rewrite.

Jessikah

TITLE: A Hero for Me

AUTHOR: Wrestling-Jessikah

EMAIL: jessiecar68@hotmail.com

RATING: R (Above R for scenes of violence)

DISCLAIMER: Please don't sue me for using people that don't belong to me! Gavin Graves belongs to me.

CONTENT: Verbal and physical abuse. RAPE you have been warned! STEPHANIE IS A VIRGIN STORY ahead!!!!!

CHARACTERS: Stephanie/HHH, Stephanie/Brock, and an unknown assailant

A/N: I am changing around the time line. No roster split. Stephanie and HHH were married when Brock Lesnar joined the WWF/E. Also, HHH/Paul and Stephanie ARE a real life couple. But in this story they are not engaged. (The marriage was for on screen purposes only). The assailant's POV will be in Italics. All other dialog will be in quotations. Anything other than that will be black. And that's the bottom line cause Jessikah said so! Please reply! The is my first Fanfiction.net post!

PLEASE READ THE NOTES

The arena was silent as the Billion-Dollar Princess walked down the halls. She no longer donned the extensive make-up and revealing clothing. She was just Stephanie, Stephanie McMahon. The story lines of the WWE left her mind just as she left the various arenas week after grueling week. Her persona got her many fans. However, every pro has a con. There were stalkers and insane believers somewhere waiting for her, she just never admitted it.

The one person who kept her sane was her boyfriend. Known around the world as Hunter Hearse Helmsley, Paul was her rock. Lately, he had been treating her differently. She was secondary for his fight for redemption, his redemption being the WWE Championship belt. So much was risked for that belt, his time, his body, *their* relationship. That was the reason she had to hail a cab tonight. Paul's quad was acting up after his fight with the Rock. She had told him a thousand times before to be careful, but he didn't listen. They argued for about an hour, until he finally screamed at her and went home. Stephanie was too proud to apologize, so she was stuck.

The night was cold and harsh. The wind beat against Stephanie's small jacket as she stepped to the curb. Her hand waved down a taxi, but an arrogant man jumped in and the driver rode off. After about twenty minutes, Stephanie decided to just walk to the hotel it was only a few blocks away. Besides, no one recognize her. Her dark blue jeans hung loosely around her legs. She donned a white 'SMH' baby tee under a large blue hooded sweatshirt. Her porcelain face was clean and clear of the make-up, and her now long straight hair was pulled tightly into a pony tail and through the back of a New York Yankee's hat. She confirmed that no one would notice her, but she was wrong.

Her hair was as brown as the sores that his pleasure brought him. Her skin was as smooth as the twine that would bind her hands. Gavin Graves watched on as his princess walked down the gloomy streets of Philadelphia. His hands twisted into knots while he awaited his time. And that time was soon to come.

"Seven more blocks to go." Stephanie continued down the street looking for the right turn off to the Mariott. Her hands were shivering and her feet were numb. She hadn't remembered the hotel being so far away. Turning she entered a long alleyway. To anyone who had lived there all their lives, they would have known that. Stephanie though, only saw it as a narrow street and proceeded on to her hotel.

"It is my time. " Reaching out and pulling, Gavin violently maneuvered Stephanie onto the ground. The audible bang of her back hitting the ground hurt even him. Taking this as a sign, he tightly wrapped the twine around her wrists. She started to struggle. This was not going to be as easy as he thought. He began ripping off her clothes; they were large and easy to tear. He took her last scrap of clothing, her panties, and put them in his pocket. Pulling down his own pants, he lined up with her entrance. She thrusted upward and connected with his crotch, giving her a few seconds, she tried her best to get up, but his body pinned her down. After moments of his beating, he pushed inside. He began at a slow, menacing pace, as if he were making love, but his thrusts became more and more urgent. He looked directly at her all the while thinking.

"We are finally one my sweet princess. Now you and I can love and live. We are whole."

Stephanie was going insane. She felt him inside, she felt dirty. He was taking her pride, her innocence. It burned as blood rushed from inside. Her hymen was no longer in tact, this man; this monster had taken what she valued the most, her virginity. Everyone always thought Stephanie was a tramp. Her virginity was what she held closest, in which she was proud. How would people act if they saw her like this, she has given up, and this man above her was the man who conquered her.

His motions became frantic. He was so close. His climaxed approached and he came. He looked down to see his princess crying. Her silent tears fell, as did his heart. Didn't she like it? The way she called to him every week said so. He pulled out and lifted her up. She was in shock. He was about to take her home when the sirens sounded. He put her down under the fire escape and proceeded to hide. He had no where. He did the last thing he could; he ran.

3 hours later…

She had to get away. She began to crawl. What she saw across the street made her heart wrench. It was the hotel. She was right down the street. Her safety was a mere hundred feet away. She began to cry. A hand rested on her bare shoulder.

"Stephanie?"

She looked up into the eyes of her hero. It was Brock Lesnar.

End of Part 1