After I was done taking care of the contract specifics, I ran to find Dwayne. He was in his locker room talking to Mark Calloway (The Undertaker.) I opened the door and walked in, but they didn't see or hear me. They were too deep into their conversation.
"Mark, do you realize now that Candy is in the WWE you should tell her the truth," Dwayne said.
"What do you want me to do Dwayne? I can't just go up to her and say, Hi Candance. You don't know it, but I'm your father."
"Not quite like that. But Mark don't you think Candy deserves to know?" I couldn't take any more of listening to that. I ran out of the room and broke into tears.
"Are you ok?" I heard a voice from behind me ask. I turned around to find Brock Lesnar.
"No," I sobbed.
"Is there anything I can do for you? Maybe get your uncle?" He tried.
"No! That will just make matters worst." He didn't know what to do, so he just hugged me tightly. I cried on his shoulders for about five minutes. Then Dwayne and Mark came out of the locker room.
"Boy what'd you do to her? If you hurt her I swear I'll kill you," Mark said.
"Chill out, Mark. I didn't cause her to cry. I came down the hall and she was standing here crying. I was just trying to help," Brock got defensive. I was still in his arms.
"Well we're here now so you can leave. Candy come here," Dwayne said.
"NO!!!" I screamed and ran off still crying.
"See what you did," Mark said to Brock.
"This isn't my fault," Brock said and then walked off after me.
I ran to Stephanie's office. I knocked on the door. "C'mon in," she called. I entered. she took one look at my tear stained face and showed total and utter concern. "Candy, what happened?" I told her what I had heard.
"... And now I don't know why he won't tell me himself," I sobbed.
She sat with me on the leather couch in her office. She tried to comfort me. "Candy, if he doesn't want to admit it, then it's his lost. He's missing out on you. And believe me, he'll probably come around eventually." There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Stephanie called.
The door opened and Mark walked in. "I should be leaving," I said getting up.
"No, Candy you should stay. I need to talk to you, alone please," Mark said.
"Hey, you guys take as long as you need in here. I'll just be in my dad's office if you need me," Steph said leaving the office.
"Candance, why were you crying? Did you hear the conversation between Dwayne and I?" Mark asked sitting on the couch next to me.
"Yes! Now my turn for a question. Why wouldn't you tell me that you're my father? And why haven't you told me? And why did you leave?"
"Whoa, that's three questions. Let me answer them by telling you a story. Twenty- two years ago, I was in Florida for a while. I was in my early twenties. Your mother was sixteen. I met her through a mutual friend. We fell in love and one thing led to another, and you were conceived. Because your mother was under age, we decided it would be best if we kept it a secret so I wouldn't go to jail for statutory rape. I'm sorry. I know I should have told you sooner. I just hope that now we can put the past behind us and start fresh."
"Wait, so how did uncle Dwayne know? And why didn't he tell me?"
"Your mother told him. I don't know why he never told you. You will have to ask him yourself. I'm sorry. So what do you say, want to start this father/daughter relationship out on the right foot?"
"Ok. I guess we can try it. Just don't expect everything to be like a normal father/daughter relationship. And I'm not taking the last name Calloway. I will not loose the only part of my mother that I have left."
"That's fair. Now I want to get together and go talk about all this later, but I have to go get ready for the house show now. Sorry."
"It's ok. I'll catch up with you later." He left the office. I sat there thinking for a minute. Then I jumped up off the couch, ran out of the office, and jolted to Dwayne's dressing room. I burst in without knocking first. He was streching.
"Candy, did Mark find you?" He asked when I stormed in.
"Yeah he found me. And we talked things out. But I want, no I demand to know why the heck you knew all this time and NEVER told me!"
"Calm down. I didn't tell you because I promised your mother that I wouldn't. I know I should have told you, but I couldn't. I'm sorry," He said.
"Yeah whatever. I'm hanging with Stephanie tonight," I grabbed my bag.
"Wait. Are you mad at me?"
"Why shouldn't I be. You lied to me. I trusted you, and you weren't truthful to me! I asked you many times if you knew anything about my father and you always said no. Now I understand why you did it, but I'm hurt that you would do it. So now I'm going to go blow some steam off and I'll see you after the show after I've forgiven you."
"Ok, that's fair. Love you sweetie."
"Love ya Brama," I said leaving. Brama was my nick name for him. that's why he used it for his wrestling name. When I was 3 he took me to the zoo. When I saw the brama bull I started calling him that. So that became my nickname for him.
I found Steph and told her everything that I had been told. We hung out during the house show. After the show, I went with Dwayne and we went straight to the hotel. I didn't sleep too well that night. I had too many things running through my head.
The next day, Dwayne, Mark, Sara (Mark's wife) and I went to the arena together. The Smackdown tapings were in Boston, Mass. When we walked in, Steph handed us scripts for the night's show. I read it over quickly. "Whoa Whoa Whoa. Stephanie what the heck is this?" I asked pointing to a section of the script.
"What's wrong Candy?" Steph asked peering at the paper.
"You have me debuting as Undertaker's daughter and Brock's girlfriend. When did I agree to that part?"
"I thought it would be nice if we came out with it," Mark said.
"So this was your idea?" I demanded.
"Yeah. Do you not like it?"
"No, I just don't know about it. I don't know if this is what I really want."
"Well, I could go rewrite the whole script," Steph offered.
"No. That's ok. We can go with this. I can deal with it."
"Are you sure? I don't want you doing something you don't feel comfortable with," Steph said.
"No, I'm fine with this. I gotta go find Brock and Paul to see what they're wearing so I don't clash with them." I took off to find Brock.
I ran into Paul. "Whoa there, Candy. Where's the fire?"
"Paul let me go. Where's Brock? The three of us need to get together to work out the promo we're going to do."
"Come into the locker room. Follow me." I followed him to the locker room. Brock was there in just his shorts. When he saw me he jumped up to put a shirt on.
"That's ok. You don't have to. I don't have much time. We need to figure out how this promo is going to go." We talked for about an hour working out the details of the promo, and Mark came in about fifteen minutes after I did and we worked out the specifics of the match. When we were done, Brock pulled me aside.
"We have about an hour and a half until the start of the show. Want to go get something to eat?" He asked.
"Yeah sure."
"C'mon, there's a small resturant around the cornor." We went out for dinner. I had a salad, a burger, and fries. He had the same except no salad. When we got back to the arena I ran into Dwayne.
"Candy, Where have you been?" Dwayne asked.
"I went out to eat with a friend."
"And didn't bother to tell your father or I?"
"I'm sorry I thought I was twenty-two not two! I don't have to tell you every thing I do."
"Ok, I get your point. Just know that we were looking for you and were worried."
"Well that's good to hear. I have to go. The show starts in fifteen minutes and I have to get changed."
"You're not on for the first hour. That's when they do the non-televised and Velocity matches. So therefore I think you should go talk things over with your father."
"Why do I need to go talk to him? He didn't want to talk to me for twenty-two years."
"Candy, he's your father. You should at least make an attempt to form a friendship at least with him."
"Fine, I'll go talk to him." I stormed off. I was headed for Mark's office, but didn't make it there. I ran into Brock.
"Hey, I had a great time at dinner," He said.
"Yeah. Me too. Thanks for a great time. We should do it again sometime."
"How about tonight?" He asked me.
"Excuse me?"
"Do you want to go get a drink or something after the show tonight?"
"I think that's doable. Just let me double check with my father."
"Your father? Whose your father?"
"Mark Calloway."
"Mark's your father??"
"Yeah and Dwayne's my uncle."
"I don't think you should tell either one of them we're going out tonight."
"Why not?"
"Neither of them like me much and I'm not really sure why."
"Ok, fine I won't tell them. I'll tell them I'm going with Stephanie. But I think you're being crazy."
"Well here's your chance to find out for sure. Here he comes." I turned around and Mark was there.
"Hello, Brock. Hi Candy," Mark said. There was an anger in his tone.
"Hi Mark. Hey, C.J. I'll catch you later." Brock walked away.
"C.J.?" Mark asked me.
"Brock thought it was a cute nickname for me since my initals are CJ. Isn't that cute?"
"Cute? Baloney. Candy I don't want you hanging around that guy. He's trouble."
" Whoa! I know you're not telling me who I can or can't be friends with. And I know you're not getting into my personal life."
"Yeah I am. And you have to deal with the fact that I am and I will for a long time to come."
"Well guess what Dad, I like Brock and he likes me. So if I want to date him I will."
"You won't date him if I put him out of commision."
"Is that a threat?"
"Candy, I care about you. I want nothing bad to happen to you. So please take my advice and DON'T date this guy."
"Fine. Then can I go out with Stephanie tonight?"
"Yeah, If you want to."
"Oh yeah, and wait a second. If you hate him so badly why did you suggest to Steph that I am Brock's manager and your daughter?"
"Because that's called acting. This is real life."
"Ok. Fine. I'll see you later dad, I have to go get changed." I walked away. I found Stephanie. "Hey Steph. Wassup?"
"Not much. Wassup with you Candy?"
"Not much. Hey, if Mark or Dwayne asks we're going out for drinks after the show."
"Ok, but what are you really doing?"
"Going out with Brock."
"Yeah, so about that, what's going on with you two?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, you guys have spent a lot of time together since you got here. "
"Well, I don't know how he feels about me, but I know I like him."
"Like him how?"
"I think he may be the one. But my dad and uncle don't like him. So please just cover for me tonight."
"Ok, I can do that for you."
"Thanks Steph. Hey I gotta go get dressed. I'll talk to you later."
"Yeah ok. And be careful out there tonight."
"I will. Bye," I said and then went to my locker room. I changed into a pair of very tight Lee jeans and a sexy pink halter top. Then I headed to hair and make-up. The left my long straight red hair down. When they were finished, I had five minutes before I made my WWE debut. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I went from make-up to Brock's locker room. On my way there, I ran into my father.
"Candy, good luck out there," he said giving me a hug.
"Thanks dad. Good luck to you too." Brock and Paul walked up.
"Are you ready for this C.J.?" Brock asked me.
"Yup. Let's go." We headed for backstage. Mark was there with us since he would be coming out midway through our promo.
Brock's music hit and we went out to the ring. The crowd was booing, but when they saw me they didn't know how to respond since they didn't know who I was. Paul hadn't come out with us because Brock was supposed to be dropping him. Brock grabbed a mic.
"Paul, you told me that I can't beat the Big Show this Sunday at Survior Series. That tells me you have no confidence in me. You've been my manager for five months, and you don't believe in me. Let me tell you something, I am The Next Big Thing and I will beat Big Show Sunday. And Paul, I'm going to do it without you, because starting now, YOU'RE FIRED! I got myself a new manager. I don't need you no more. I now have C.J. Calloway as my manager."
Brock handed me the mic. "Brock, you are right. You will win this Sunday against the Big Show. And do you want to know why I'm so sure? I know because if my Dad, the Undertaker, has beaten him. So I know that you can." With that Paul came out.
"Brock, just think about this for a minute please. You really want to dump me for The Undertaker's daughter?" Paul asked as he got in the ring. I handed Brock the mic. The crowd was chanting 'F-5 Heyman.'
"Yes Paul I do for three reasons. One because you don't believe me. Two because SHE does believe in me. And finally because she gives me something you can't. Love. Ya see Paul, for the last four months I've been dating C.J. and we are in love." Undertaker's music hit. He came out on to the ramp.
"Boy I know you didn't just say you've been dating my daughter. Because my daughter wouldn't do that to me. She wouldn't stab me in the back like that by dating a loser like you. Would you C.J.?" I took the mic from Brock.
"Dad, don't you understand I love Brock. And I'm engaged to Brock. So you have to deal with that, or you can just not talk to me."
"Don't be crazy. I'm not going to deal with that because you are not getting married. You're too stupid to be a wife." Brock grabbed the mic from my hand.
"She's not stupid so don't even call her that. Taker, you and I have never liked each other. But don't take that out on C.J. She loves you. So let's you and I settle our differences in a match tonight. What do ya say?"
"You want me in the ring tonight?" Brock nodded. "Ok. You got it. See ya later. Oh and C.J. don't stick your nose into this. I don't want to accidently hurt you!" He walked out.
"See, she's already causing you trouble Brock," Paul said.
"Paul, Shut up." He F-5ed him, then we walked out together. The crowd cheered for us all the way up the ramp. When we got to the top of the ramp we kissed for good measure even though it wasn't in the script. When we got in the back Mark and Dwayne were waiting for me.
"Good job Candy," Dwayne said.
"But what the heck was that on the ramp?" Mark asked.
"We did it for good measure to get the we're in love thing over."
"Is that all or are you trying to do more?"
"Are you calling me a liar?"
"No."
"No, You're just implying it. I'll see ya later I'm going to find Steph." I walked off. Instead of going to Steph's office though I went to Brock's locker room. When I knocked Paul answered the door.
"What do you want Candy?" Paul asked
"Can I talk to Brock please?"
"C.J.'s at the door? Don't be rude Paul let her in," Brock said from the room. Paul reluctantly let me in. "Hey C.J. Wassup?" Brock asked me greeting me with a hug.
"Not much Brock. I just wanted to hang out for a while."
"Thats cool. Have a seat. Paul, don't you have somewhere else you need to be?" Brock said giving Paul a look that said 'get lost.'
"Yeah don't worry about me. I'll find something to do. I have to go cut a promo with Mark anyway. Have fun you two." He left.
"Good, now that we're alone, I want to talk to you."
"Yeah?"
"Well, I want to tell my friends back in Minnesotta about you. But what can I tell them you are? My friend thats a girl or my girlfriend?"
"Well, what do you want to call me?"
"I want to call you my girlfriend, but if that will werid you out or ruin our friendship then I'll call you my friend thats a girl."
"I would be honored if I were your girlfriend. As long as my dad doesn't know. He would so freak out."
"That's understandable. So whatcha up to now?"
"Nothing. Just trying to avoid my uncle and father cus they're driving me nuts."
"So what do ya say girlfriend? Wanna hang out here til the match."
"If you don't mind. And if Paul doesn't mind."
"Don't worry about Paul. If he says anything I'll F-5 him again." We laughed. I hung out with him until the last twenty-five minutes of the show. Five minutes before the match, a stage hand found us and told us to get ready. We headed out to the ring together, and for the first time since Brock started in the WWE, everyone was cheering for him. The cheers were defening.
When Taker came out, the crowd booed him. Part of me felt sorry for him, but at the same time I felt like booing him myself. Brock and Daddy wrestled for about eighteen minutes. The end of the match came when both men were down, the refere was checking on Brock, and I hit Taker with a chair. Brock managed to roll on top of Taker and pick up the three count. That was the end of the match. I got in the ring and was helping Brock up when Paul Heyman came and attacked me from behind. Brock beat him up. I beat on Heyman a little bit. Then Brock and I made out in the ring. Daddy had gotten up, and he knocked both Brock and I down with a massive clothesline. That was the end of Smackdown.
Brock and I went into the back together. I was excited everything had gone off as planned. Brock, Steph, Paul (HHH, Steph's real life boyfriend), and I went to a local bar. We hung out most of the night.
That night, Stephanie and I shared a hotel room. The next day I went to Brock's room before I went to Dwayne's. I had to go home with Dwayne to Florida for the next two days. Friday night I would get to see Brock again at the house show in Minnesota.
When I got to Brock's room I knocked. His roommate Matt Hardy answered the door."Hey Matt, is Brock here?"
"Yeah. C'mon in. Brock, Candy's here." Brock poked his head out of the bathroom.
"Oh, Hey baby." Brock came out and kissed and hugged me. He was in just his boxers.
"Hey, I just wantted to say goodbye. I have to fly home with Dwayne in two hours. I will see you on Friday for the house show. But you'd better call me when your plane lands."
"I promise you I will." He kissed me.
"I never want to leave you." We kissed again.
"Hold that thought for a minute." He sat me on his bed. "Matt, do you mind watching the door for us and making sure Dwayne or Mark don't come looking for Candy?"
"I would do it, but I can't. I have to go catch Shannon and we have to go catch our flight. Sorry. Catch ya guys later and congratulations." Matt grabbed his things and left.
"I should be going too. I love you and I want you to call me lots."
"I love you too. Won't you just stay with me for five more minutes. Please." He kissed me to try to convince me.
"I can't. I can already hear Dwayne looking for me. I'll talk to you later. Sorry. Bye bye." I kissed him once more before leaving the room quickly so that I didn't get side tracked.
As soon as I shut the door behind me I found myself face to face with Dwayne. "What were you doing in there?" Dwayne asked me.
"I was saying good bye to a friend."
"What friend?"
"Brock. Does it really matter?"
"Why are you so attracted to him?"
"I don't know what you're talking about uncle Dwayne."
"Candy, I'm not going to tell you not to see him."
"You're not? But I thought you didn't like him."
"I don't like him. But I love you. And the last thing I want to do is to alienate you from me. So while I don't agree with this whole thing, I will support you 110%."
"Seriously?"
"Yes. Seriously."
"Great. Hey, can you put that idea in dad's head too? Please."
"I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks Dwayne. You're the best." I hugged him.
"No I'm not. But I'm pretty close." We laughed, then went to get out things and headed for the airport. When we got to the airport we ran into Mark and his wife Sarah.
"Candy,hey, How are you sweetie?" Sarah asked.
"I'm fine. How are you?" We all hugged each other.
"I'm good. I just wish you were coming home to Texas with Mark and I. I'd love to get to know my daughter better."
"You're not my mother. My mother is dead!" I yelled and ran to the woman's bathroom. Mark ran after me. He caught up to me just before I went into the bathroom. He grabbed my arm.
"That was rude," He scolded me.
"She's not my mother. No matter how badly she wants it. She could never fill my mother's shoes."
"I understand that. But you did not need to yell at her."
"Then you explain this to her. Because if I'm the one that does it, I can't guarentee that I'll be respectful about it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom and then get on a plane. I'll see you on Friday at the house show." I walked into the bathroom.
"Mark, do you realize now that Candy is in the WWE you should tell her the truth," Dwayne said.
"What do you want me to do Dwayne? I can't just go up to her and say, Hi Candance. You don't know it, but I'm your father."
"Not quite like that. But Mark don't you think Candy deserves to know?" I couldn't take any more of listening to that. I ran out of the room and broke into tears.
"Are you ok?" I heard a voice from behind me ask. I turned around to find Brock Lesnar.
"No," I sobbed.
"Is there anything I can do for you? Maybe get your uncle?" He tried.
"No! That will just make matters worst." He didn't know what to do, so he just hugged me tightly. I cried on his shoulders for about five minutes. Then Dwayne and Mark came out of the locker room.
"Boy what'd you do to her? If you hurt her I swear I'll kill you," Mark said.
"Chill out, Mark. I didn't cause her to cry. I came down the hall and she was standing here crying. I was just trying to help," Brock got defensive. I was still in his arms.
"Well we're here now so you can leave. Candy come here," Dwayne said.
"NO!!!" I screamed and ran off still crying.
"See what you did," Mark said to Brock.
"This isn't my fault," Brock said and then walked off after me.
I ran to Stephanie's office. I knocked on the door. "C'mon in," she called. I entered. she took one look at my tear stained face and showed total and utter concern. "Candy, what happened?" I told her what I had heard.
"... And now I don't know why he won't tell me himself," I sobbed.
She sat with me on the leather couch in her office. She tried to comfort me. "Candy, if he doesn't want to admit it, then it's his lost. He's missing out on you. And believe me, he'll probably come around eventually." There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Stephanie called.
The door opened and Mark walked in. "I should be leaving," I said getting up.
"No, Candy you should stay. I need to talk to you, alone please," Mark said.
"Hey, you guys take as long as you need in here. I'll just be in my dad's office if you need me," Steph said leaving the office.
"Candance, why were you crying? Did you hear the conversation between Dwayne and I?" Mark asked sitting on the couch next to me.
"Yes! Now my turn for a question. Why wouldn't you tell me that you're my father? And why haven't you told me? And why did you leave?"
"Whoa, that's three questions. Let me answer them by telling you a story. Twenty- two years ago, I was in Florida for a while. I was in my early twenties. Your mother was sixteen. I met her through a mutual friend. We fell in love and one thing led to another, and you were conceived. Because your mother was under age, we decided it would be best if we kept it a secret so I wouldn't go to jail for statutory rape. I'm sorry. I know I should have told you sooner. I just hope that now we can put the past behind us and start fresh."
"Wait, so how did uncle Dwayne know? And why didn't he tell me?"
"Your mother told him. I don't know why he never told you. You will have to ask him yourself. I'm sorry. So what do you say, want to start this father/daughter relationship out on the right foot?"
"Ok. I guess we can try it. Just don't expect everything to be like a normal father/daughter relationship. And I'm not taking the last name Calloway. I will not loose the only part of my mother that I have left."
"That's fair. Now I want to get together and go talk about all this later, but I have to go get ready for the house show now. Sorry."
"It's ok. I'll catch up with you later." He left the office. I sat there thinking for a minute. Then I jumped up off the couch, ran out of the office, and jolted to Dwayne's dressing room. I burst in without knocking first. He was streching.
"Candy, did Mark find you?" He asked when I stormed in.
"Yeah he found me. And we talked things out. But I want, no I demand to know why the heck you knew all this time and NEVER told me!"
"Calm down. I didn't tell you because I promised your mother that I wouldn't. I know I should have told you, but I couldn't. I'm sorry," He said.
"Yeah whatever. I'm hanging with Stephanie tonight," I grabbed my bag.
"Wait. Are you mad at me?"
"Why shouldn't I be. You lied to me. I trusted you, and you weren't truthful to me! I asked you many times if you knew anything about my father and you always said no. Now I understand why you did it, but I'm hurt that you would do it. So now I'm going to go blow some steam off and I'll see you after the show after I've forgiven you."
"Ok, that's fair. Love you sweetie."
"Love ya Brama," I said leaving. Brama was my nick name for him. that's why he used it for his wrestling name. When I was 3 he took me to the zoo. When I saw the brama bull I started calling him that. So that became my nickname for him.
I found Steph and told her everything that I had been told. We hung out during the house show. After the show, I went with Dwayne and we went straight to the hotel. I didn't sleep too well that night. I had too many things running through my head.
The next day, Dwayne, Mark, Sara (Mark's wife) and I went to the arena together. The Smackdown tapings were in Boston, Mass. When we walked in, Steph handed us scripts for the night's show. I read it over quickly. "Whoa Whoa Whoa. Stephanie what the heck is this?" I asked pointing to a section of the script.
"What's wrong Candy?" Steph asked peering at the paper.
"You have me debuting as Undertaker's daughter and Brock's girlfriend. When did I agree to that part?"
"I thought it would be nice if we came out with it," Mark said.
"So this was your idea?" I demanded.
"Yeah. Do you not like it?"
"No, I just don't know about it. I don't know if this is what I really want."
"Well, I could go rewrite the whole script," Steph offered.
"No. That's ok. We can go with this. I can deal with it."
"Are you sure? I don't want you doing something you don't feel comfortable with," Steph said.
"No, I'm fine with this. I gotta go find Brock and Paul to see what they're wearing so I don't clash with them." I took off to find Brock.
I ran into Paul. "Whoa there, Candy. Where's the fire?"
"Paul let me go. Where's Brock? The three of us need to get together to work out the promo we're going to do."
"Come into the locker room. Follow me." I followed him to the locker room. Brock was there in just his shorts. When he saw me he jumped up to put a shirt on.
"That's ok. You don't have to. I don't have much time. We need to figure out how this promo is going to go." We talked for about an hour working out the details of the promo, and Mark came in about fifteen minutes after I did and we worked out the specifics of the match. When we were done, Brock pulled me aside.
"We have about an hour and a half until the start of the show. Want to go get something to eat?" He asked.
"Yeah sure."
"C'mon, there's a small resturant around the cornor." We went out for dinner. I had a salad, a burger, and fries. He had the same except no salad. When we got back to the arena I ran into Dwayne.
"Candy, Where have you been?" Dwayne asked.
"I went out to eat with a friend."
"And didn't bother to tell your father or I?"
"I'm sorry I thought I was twenty-two not two! I don't have to tell you every thing I do."
"Ok, I get your point. Just know that we were looking for you and were worried."
"Well that's good to hear. I have to go. The show starts in fifteen minutes and I have to get changed."
"You're not on for the first hour. That's when they do the non-televised and Velocity matches. So therefore I think you should go talk things over with your father."
"Why do I need to go talk to him? He didn't want to talk to me for twenty-two years."
"Candy, he's your father. You should at least make an attempt to form a friendship at least with him."
"Fine, I'll go talk to him." I stormed off. I was headed for Mark's office, but didn't make it there. I ran into Brock.
"Hey, I had a great time at dinner," He said.
"Yeah. Me too. Thanks for a great time. We should do it again sometime."
"How about tonight?" He asked me.
"Excuse me?"
"Do you want to go get a drink or something after the show tonight?"
"I think that's doable. Just let me double check with my father."
"Your father? Whose your father?"
"Mark Calloway."
"Mark's your father??"
"Yeah and Dwayne's my uncle."
"I don't think you should tell either one of them we're going out tonight."
"Why not?"
"Neither of them like me much and I'm not really sure why."
"Ok, fine I won't tell them. I'll tell them I'm going with Stephanie. But I think you're being crazy."
"Well here's your chance to find out for sure. Here he comes." I turned around and Mark was there.
"Hello, Brock. Hi Candy," Mark said. There was an anger in his tone.
"Hi Mark. Hey, C.J. I'll catch you later." Brock walked away.
"C.J.?" Mark asked me.
"Brock thought it was a cute nickname for me since my initals are CJ. Isn't that cute?"
"Cute? Baloney. Candy I don't want you hanging around that guy. He's trouble."
" Whoa! I know you're not telling me who I can or can't be friends with. And I know you're not getting into my personal life."
"Yeah I am. And you have to deal with the fact that I am and I will for a long time to come."
"Well guess what Dad, I like Brock and he likes me. So if I want to date him I will."
"You won't date him if I put him out of commision."
"Is that a threat?"
"Candy, I care about you. I want nothing bad to happen to you. So please take my advice and DON'T date this guy."
"Fine. Then can I go out with Stephanie tonight?"
"Yeah, If you want to."
"Oh yeah, and wait a second. If you hate him so badly why did you suggest to Steph that I am Brock's manager and your daughter?"
"Because that's called acting. This is real life."
"Ok. Fine. I'll see you later dad, I have to go get changed." I walked away. I found Stephanie. "Hey Steph. Wassup?"
"Not much. Wassup with you Candy?"
"Not much. Hey, if Mark or Dwayne asks we're going out for drinks after the show."
"Ok, but what are you really doing?"
"Going out with Brock."
"Yeah, so about that, what's going on with you two?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, you guys have spent a lot of time together since you got here. "
"Well, I don't know how he feels about me, but I know I like him."
"Like him how?"
"I think he may be the one. But my dad and uncle don't like him. So please just cover for me tonight."
"Ok, I can do that for you."
"Thanks Steph. Hey I gotta go get dressed. I'll talk to you later."
"Yeah ok. And be careful out there tonight."
"I will. Bye," I said and then went to my locker room. I changed into a pair of very tight Lee jeans and a sexy pink halter top. Then I headed to hair and make-up. The left my long straight red hair down. When they were finished, I had five minutes before I made my WWE debut. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I went from make-up to Brock's locker room. On my way there, I ran into my father.
"Candy, good luck out there," he said giving me a hug.
"Thanks dad. Good luck to you too." Brock and Paul walked up.
"Are you ready for this C.J.?" Brock asked me.
"Yup. Let's go." We headed for backstage. Mark was there with us since he would be coming out midway through our promo.
Brock's music hit and we went out to the ring. The crowd was booing, but when they saw me they didn't know how to respond since they didn't know who I was. Paul hadn't come out with us because Brock was supposed to be dropping him. Brock grabbed a mic.
"Paul, you told me that I can't beat the Big Show this Sunday at Survior Series. That tells me you have no confidence in me. You've been my manager for five months, and you don't believe in me. Let me tell you something, I am The Next Big Thing and I will beat Big Show Sunday. And Paul, I'm going to do it without you, because starting now, YOU'RE FIRED! I got myself a new manager. I don't need you no more. I now have C.J. Calloway as my manager."
Brock handed me the mic. "Brock, you are right. You will win this Sunday against the Big Show. And do you want to know why I'm so sure? I know because if my Dad, the Undertaker, has beaten him. So I know that you can." With that Paul came out.
"Brock, just think about this for a minute please. You really want to dump me for The Undertaker's daughter?" Paul asked as he got in the ring. I handed Brock the mic. The crowd was chanting 'F-5 Heyman.'
"Yes Paul I do for three reasons. One because you don't believe me. Two because SHE does believe in me. And finally because she gives me something you can't. Love. Ya see Paul, for the last four months I've been dating C.J. and we are in love." Undertaker's music hit. He came out on to the ramp.
"Boy I know you didn't just say you've been dating my daughter. Because my daughter wouldn't do that to me. She wouldn't stab me in the back like that by dating a loser like you. Would you C.J.?" I took the mic from Brock.
"Dad, don't you understand I love Brock. And I'm engaged to Brock. So you have to deal with that, or you can just not talk to me."
"Don't be crazy. I'm not going to deal with that because you are not getting married. You're too stupid to be a wife." Brock grabbed the mic from my hand.
"She's not stupid so don't even call her that. Taker, you and I have never liked each other. But don't take that out on C.J. She loves you. So let's you and I settle our differences in a match tonight. What do ya say?"
"You want me in the ring tonight?" Brock nodded. "Ok. You got it. See ya later. Oh and C.J. don't stick your nose into this. I don't want to accidently hurt you!" He walked out.
"See, she's already causing you trouble Brock," Paul said.
"Paul, Shut up." He F-5ed him, then we walked out together. The crowd cheered for us all the way up the ramp. When we got to the top of the ramp we kissed for good measure even though it wasn't in the script. When we got in the back Mark and Dwayne were waiting for me.
"Good job Candy," Dwayne said.
"But what the heck was that on the ramp?" Mark asked.
"We did it for good measure to get the we're in love thing over."
"Is that all or are you trying to do more?"
"Are you calling me a liar?"
"No."
"No, You're just implying it. I'll see ya later I'm going to find Steph." I walked off. Instead of going to Steph's office though I went to Brock's locker room. When I knocked Paul answered the door.
"What do you want Candy?" Paul asked
"Can I talk to Brock please?"
"C.J.'s at the door? Don't be rude Paul let her in," Brock said from the room. Paul reluctantly let me in. "Hey C.J. Wassup?" Brock asked me greeting me with a hug.
"Not much Brock. I just wanted to hang out for a while."
"Thats cool. Have a seat. Paul, don't you have somewhere else you need to be?" Brock said giving Paul a look that said 'get lost.'
"Yeah don't worry about me. I'll find something to do. I have to go cut a promo with Mark anyway. Have fun you two." He left.
"Good, now that we're alone, I want to talk to you."
"Yeah?"
"Well, I want to tell my friends back in Minnesotta about you. But what can I tell them you are? My friend thats a girl or my girlfriend?"
"Well, what do you want to call me?"
"I want to call you my girlfriend, but if that will werid you out or ruin our friendship then I'll call you my friend thats a girl."
"I would be honored if I were your girlfriend. As long as my dad doesn't know. He would so freak out."
"That's understandable. So whatcha up to now?"
"Nothing. Just trying to avoid my uncle and father cus they're driving me nuts."
"So what do ya say girlfriend? Wanna hang out here til the match."
"If you don't mind. And if Paul doesn't mind."
"Don't worry about Paul. If he says anything I'll F-5 him again." We laughed. I hung out with him until the last twenty-five minutes of the show. Five minutes before the match, a stage hand found us and told us to get ready. We headed out to the ring together, and for the first time since Brock started in the WWE, everyone was cheering for him. The cheers were defening.
When Taker came out, the crowd booed him. Part of me felt sorry for him, but at the same time I felt like booing him myself. Brock and Daddy wrestled for about eighteen minutes. The end of the match came when both men were down, the refere was checking on Brock, and I hit Taker with a chair. Brock managed to roll on top of Taker and pick up the three count. That was the end of the match. I got in the ring and was helping Brock up when Paul Heyman came and attacked me from behind. Brock beat him up. I beat on Heyman a little bit. Then Brock and I made out in the ring. Daddy had gotten up, and he knocked both Brock and I down with a massive clothesline. That was the end of Smackdown.
Brock and I went into the back together. I was excited everything had gone off as planned. Brock, Steph, Paul (HHH, Steph's real life boyfriend), and I went to a local bar. We hung out most of the night.
That night, Stephanie and I shared a hotel room. The next day I went to Brock's room before I went to Dwayne's. I had to go home with Dwayne to Florida for the next two days. Friday night I would get to see Brock again at the house show in Minnesota.
When I got to Brock's room I knocked. His roommate Matt Hardy answered the door."Hey Matt, is Brock here?"
"Yeah. C'mon in. Brock, Candy's here." Brock poked his head out of the bathroom.
"Oh, Hey baby." Brock came out and kissed and hugged me. He was in just his boxers.
"Hey, I just wantted to say goodbye. I have to fly home with Dwayne in two hours. I will see you on Friday for the house show. But you'd better call me when your plane lands."
"I promise you I will." He kissed me.
"I never want to leave you." We kissed again.
"Hold that thought for a minute." He sat me on his bed. "Matt, do you mind watching the door for us and making sure Dwayne or Mark don't come looking for Candy?"
"I would do it, but I can't. I have to go catch Shannon and we have to go catch our flight. Sorry. Catch ya guys later and congratulations." Matt grabbed his things and left.
"I should be going too. I love you and I want you to call me lots."
"I love you too. Won't you just stay with me for five more minutes. Please." He kissed me to try to convince me.
"I can't. I can already hear Dwayne looking for me. I'll talk to you later. Sorry. Bye bye." I kissed him once more before leaving the room quickly so that I didn't get side tracked.
As soon as I shut the door behind me I found myself face to face with Dwayne. "What were you doing in there?" Dwayne asked me.
"I was saying good bye to a friend."
"What friend?"
"Brock. Does it really matter?"
"Why are you so attracted to him?"
"I don't know what you're talking about uncle Dwayne."
"Candy, I'm not going to tell you not to see him."
"You're not? But I thought you didn't like him."
"I don't like him. But I love you. And the last thing I want to do is to alienate you from me. So while I don't agree with this whole thing, I will support you 110%."
"Seriously?"
"Yes. Seriously."
"Great. Hey, can you put that idea in dad's head too? Please."
"I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks Dwayne. You're the best." I hugged him.
"No I'm not. But I'm pretty close." We laughed, then went to get out things and headed for the airport. When we got to the airport we ran into Mark and his wife Sarah.
"Candy,hey, How are you sweetie?" Sarah asked.
"I'm fine. How are you?" We all hugged each other.
"I'm good. I just wish you were coming home to Texas with Mark and I. I'd love to get to know my daughter better."
"You're not my mother. My mother is dead!" I yelled and ran to the woman's bathroom. Mark ran after me. He caught up to me just before I went into the bathroom. He grabbed my arm.
"That was rude," He scolded me.
"She's not my mother. No matter how badly she wants it. She could never fill my mother's shoes."
"I understand that. But you did not need to yell at her."
"Then you explain this to her. Because if I'm the one that does it, I can't guarentee that I'll be respectful about it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom and then get on a plane. I'll see you on Friday at the house show." I walked into the bathroom.