*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*ChapterSeven*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The taping was over, the scheduled matches were done and the arena was being cleared before the custodians were allowed in to clean. Christina had optioned to stay in her locker room for the rest of the taping, she didnt want to get caught in Brock's rampage. As a safety measure, she locked her door once Dwayne decided he needed to leave to his own locker room before going to his hotel room. Heck, she spent twenty minutes trying to persuade Dwayne that she would be alright in the back as long as she stood out of Brock's eventual rampage and kept to herself.
With the television off and in solitude, she didnt know what happened after that odd video that Taylor convieniently shared with the rest of the world. And honestly, she didn't WANT to know. She sighed as she sat in a steel chair in her locker room,' I dont know what to do.' Her bags were packed since the begining of the match and sat in the corner next to the door, waiting. ' Oh well, might as well get home before Madison gets too lonely.'
Checking her stuff and finally wandering out into the hallway, Christina was surprised to find so many people walking around this late after a match. She spotted a curious onlooker and recognized him immediately. " Mark," She called, " What the heck happened out here? It looks like a circus!" She asked as a paramedic rushed past her.
As Christina spent more time with Dwayne around the wrestlers, she had been determined to get to know them on a friendly level. Needless to say, her fear of the big, bad Undertaker made him the first one on her list. " Hey little one, " He greeted her with his usual nick-name for her." You havent watched after Taylor's video played?"
Christina was almost afraid to ask. " No, what the heck went on?"
Mark shrugged his wide shoulders. " Seems like Hunter pushed the wrong guy too far on the wrong day. Brock just came rampaging into Vince's office looking for Hunter like an animal waiting to kill. Brock found him outside in the 'lot and just attacked him...." Mark paused, moving over to the side to let an EMT pass by." But even though he was seeing red, it appearently wasnt enough against Hunter and Brock got the living sh-"
" Daylights, Mark." Christina finished for him.
Mark humored her. " Yea......Got the living daylights kicked out of him. There was so much blood on both of them that they took them to the hospital. Hence the paramedics and hence the circus."
" Wow, where did the paramedics take them to?" She surprised herself, why in the world would she want to know?
" They took 'em to Baptist Hospital in the Gables, ya know where that is?"
" Yeah I do, thanks." She said, still unsure as why she would want to know where Brock and Hunter were hospitalized. " Well, I gotta go to the hotel to get some sleep, I take it we're delayed now cuz of this whole ruckus?"
" Yep, for a few days at the most. You need a ride to your hotel?"
Why was it that every one of the wrestlers asked her that? " No its ok, I've got my car in the ' lot, thanks anyways."
" Take care, little one."
Christina waved back as she headed down the hallway. " I will, you too Mark."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ( The Next Morning) ~*~*~*~*~*~*
Christina sighed to herself as she looked up at the high ten story towers of Baptist Medical Hospital. She shook her head, " Jesus, I must be going off into the deep end to be doing this." Bracing herself, she grabbed her purse, a brown bag she purchased earlier that morning and entered the lobby and walked right to the reception desk.
" Excuse me, may I have the room number for Brock Lesnar, he was admitted in yesterday, I believe."
The receptionist looked up wearily from her computer. " I'm sorry, we dont have anyone here by that name."
Christina pressed on," I have an important message from Vince McMahon and if I dont get it to him, I'll make sure to let him know what a highly unsatisfactory job you're doing." She narrowed her eyes. " I guarantee it."
The receptionist pointed to the elevator. " Third floor, room 528."
She smiled. " Thank you. Have a nice day."
Gripping the door handle, she hesitated outside his hospital room, afraid to do the simple chore of opening the door and taking a look inside. Shoving her fear aside she opened the door, pushing it open slowly. And there he was. The huge, proud figure of a man known as Brock Lesnar was laying asleep in the bed, his chest rising and falling with each breath slipping through slightly parted lips.
' Eepp.....' She thought to herself.' Oh well, better luck next time.'
Turning back to leave, she looked back once more and sighed. He was really cute when he's not intimidating.... or awake.
" What are you doing here?" He asked, opening his eyes.
She jumped slightly, his voice booming over the silence of the room. He woke up, obviously.
" Sorry if I woke you up."
Struggling slightly, Brock pulled himself up in the bed." What do you want? I really dont think that Rocky will appreciate you being here."
" Dwayne's not here. He left last night to California to start on his new movie." Christina clutched at the bag in her hand nervously. ' Dang, why does he have to look so good even in a hospital gown?!?'
Brock didnt feel the need to respond as he watched her fidget, and almost let out a smirk. ' I make her nervous.' He thought rather proudly and then mentally frowned. ' Then again, I make everyone nervous.'
" Um...." She started again." I heard about what happened with Taylor....."
He felt his anger swell suddenly as he remarked." Well, congratulations, little girl! Unless you dont already know, everyone has!"
Christina glanced at the bedside chair. " May I take a seat?"
Shrugging carelessly, he didnt even cast her a look. " Sit."
Sitting by him, she put her purse on the floor and the bag in her lap.Choosing her thoughts carefully, she tried to find the words to say. She had been thinking last night in her hotel room, about what was happening now and her short lived future in WWE. Ever since finding out what happened between Taylor, Heyman and Brock, and knowing that Dwayne was following his dream in Hollywood, she began to wonder that she was going to do. And in that small, comfortable hotel room, she had a crazy, but perhaps a smart idea.
Sighing mentally, she wondered wether that idea she thought up last night was really such a good idea now." My contract only allows me another three months to work as a registered ' wrestler ' under Vince and WWE .Unlike you, I might not have been raised in the sport like you have, but LIKE you, I want to succeed."
Brock continued to look down at the sheets in his lap, and Christina could almost make out a look of stubborn ignorance in his face and frowned." It would be nice if you would look at me."
He didnt bulge.
" Your acting like a little kid, Lesnar." She replied harshly.
" Is there a point to this?!" Brock raised his voice, yet once seeing Christina jump back let out an angry sigh and ran a hand through his hair. She was a cute one, but she was somehow getting under his skin. He didnt know wether that was a good thing or bad.
" I want to be your partner!" She blurted out finally." Eh, your.....tag team.....uh, partner."
Brock looked at her somberly before bursting out in laughter." Are you kidding me? You?"
" What! Why are you laughing?"
" You cant be my tag partner, little girl! " He said, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye." You can hardly wrestle. Hell, I'd doubt if you could do a simple clothesline!"
" How can you say that? I was Rock's partner!"
At this, Brock seemed to slip an almost pitying face as he desperately tried not to laugh even harder at that." Sorry to tell you, little girl, but you were just eye candy for the audience out there. You have no talent whatso ever."
Christina knew that was the truth, but coming from him, it stung deeply somehow. " Well, what about Taylor? Wasn't she just eye candy too?" Heck, if she was going to go down, she wanted to know that Taylor was going down with her as well.
" I'll give you that, but she had a little bit more experience and know how than I think you do."
Watching her as she looked away, he raised an eyebrow. " Besides, how do I know you wont pull a Taylor McCullen on me?"
She bit her lip, heck, this was turning out harder than she wanted it to be.Taking a breath, she wrung her hands together. " Listen, I want the tag team title as much as you do. I know that there's nothing I can do to gain your trust but to give you my word, and if you agree I can talk to Vince first thing next morning about getting our deal finalized."
She held her hand out to him, waiting for him to shake. He looked at it and then back at her.Realizing her mistake, she took her hand back." Sorry, I forgot."
" All I want for you to do is to help me win this match that Vince set up for me against Taylor. You help me, and I'll be there for you when you eventually go against Triple H."
" You know, we're still technically enemies." Brock said in a factual way.
She perked up at that. " Ah, yes..... I know. And that is what THIS is for........" Christina emphasied, finally raising up the unmarked brown bag.
Brock stared at the bag with interest." Whats that?"
" A truce."
He looked at the bag skeptically. " A truce?"
Smiling she handed him the bag." Look whats inside."
" You sure nothing's gonna pop out at me, little girl?" He asked jokingly when he smelled something delicious coming from the bag.Taking a look inside, he grinned. " Oh, damn.......You're a smart girl thats what you are!"
She laughed." I knew that hospital food must be the pitts so I brought you some Burger King."
He stuffed a handful of french fries into his mouth, " Mmm, mmm, mmm! Damn, that tastes good."
" Tell you what, you train me so I can wrestle and I'll tell Vince not to publisize the facts that we're partners until I have my match with Taylor.I'll beat her and then she'll find out. Kinda like adding insult to injury, or something like that. Deal?"
He stared at her over his Whopper and King Size french fries intensely. And smiled. " If you keep bringing me Burger King while Im in this hell hole, then heck yeah you got a deal!"
She smiled. " Okay!"
Brock took the Whopper and took an amazingly big bite, all the while rambling over how exactly he wanted this whole Hunter/ Taylor thing to go on and how Christina was going to have to shape up more and work harder than she ever worked in her life. She just sat there in the chair, allowing everything he was telling her to slide in one ear and out the other, his eyes capturing her attention. And deep inside she groaned. It was going to be hard not to blush like a schoolgirl when they spent time together knowing instinctively that she was dangerously close to the edge and right about to fall for the Next Big Thing.
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Ok, Thats it for now. I just wanted to let you know I havent died or anything. This is kinda a short update I think, dont you? If you guys have any, and I mean ANY ideas that you would like to incorporate in here, then by all means, Stick it in your review! Remember, I wanna know what my readers like and dont like, so take the chance. Until next time, See ya laterz! BrokenPromises
P.S. First of all, before I go..... I forgot to give an extra special shoutout to a great reviewer of mine that goes by the name of Nikki. Girl, I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the exceedingly kind and wonderful review you left me. I know I am not a great writer at all, but you have given me the encouragement to continue this pityful story. From a Brock Lesnar fan to another, thank you! I hope you continue to enjoy this story to its completion. Thank you and God Bless!
The taping was over, the scheduled matches were done and the arena was being cleared before the custodians were allowed in to clean. Christina had optioned to stay in her locker room for the rest of the taping, she didnt want to get caught in Brock's rampage. As a safety measure, she locked her door once Dwayne decided he needed to leave to his own locker room before going to his hotel room. Heck, she spent twenty minutes trying to persuade Dwayne that she would be alright in the back as long as she stood out of Brock's eventual rampage and kept to herself.
With the television off and in solitude, she didnt know what happened after that odd video that Taylor convieniently shared with the rest of the world. And honestly, she didn't WANT to know. She sighed as she sat in a steel chair in her locker room,' I dont know what to do.' Her bags were packed since the begining of the match and sat in the corner next to the door, waiting. ' Oh well, might as well get home before Madison gets too lonely.'
Checking her stuff and finally wandering out into the hallway, Christina was surprised to find so many people walking around this late after a match. She spotted a curious onlooker and recognized him immediately. " Mark," She called, " What the heck happened out here? It looks like a circus!" She asked as a paramedic rushed past her.
As Christina spent more time with Dwayne around the wrestlers, she had been determined to get to know them on a friendly level. Needless to say, her fear of the big, bad Undertaker made him the first one on her list. " Hey little one, " He greeted her with his usual nick-name for her." You havent watched after Taylor's video played?"
Christina was almost afraid to ask. " No, what the heck went on?"
Mark shrugged his wide shoulders. " Seems like Hunter pushed the wrong guy too far on the wrong day. Brock just came rampaging into Vince's office looking for Hunter like an animal waiting to kill. Brock found him outside in the 'lot and just attacked him...." Mark paused, moving over to the side to let an EMT pass by." But even though he was seeing red, it appearently wasnt enough against Hunter and Brock got the living sh-"
" Daylights, Mark." Christina finished for him.
Mark humored her. " Yea......Got the living daylights kicked out of him. There was so much blood on both of them that they took them to the hospital. Hence the paramedics and hence the circus."
" Wow, where did the paramedics take them to?" She surprised herself, why in the world would she want to know?
" They took 'em to Baptist Hospital in the Gables, ya know where that is?"
" Yeah I do, thanks." She said, still unsure as why she would want to know where Brock and Hunter were hospitalized. " Well, I gotta go to the hotel to get some sleep, I take it we're delayed now cuz of this whole ruckus?"
" Yep, for a few days at the most. You need a ride to your hotel?"
Why was it that every one of the wrestlers asked her that? " No its ok, I've got my car in the ' lot, thanks anyways."
" Take care, little one."
Christina waved back as she headed down the hallway. " I will, you too Mark."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ( The Next Morning) ~*~*~*~*~*~*
Christina sighed to herself as she looked up at the high ten story towers of Baptist Medical Hospital. She shook her head, " Jesus, I must be going off into the deep end to be doing this." Bracing herself, she grabbed her purse, a brown bag she purchased earlier that morning and entered the lobby and walked right to the reception desk.
" Excuse me, may I have the room number for Brock Lesnar, he was admitted in yesterday, I believe."
The receptionist looked up wearily from her computer. " I'm sorry, we dont have anyone here by that name."
Christina pressed on," I have an important message from Vince McMahon and if I dont get it to him, I'll make sure to let him know what a highly unsatisfactory job you're doing." She narrowed her eyes. " I guarantee it."
The receptionist pointed to the elevator. " Third floor, room 528."
She smiled. " Thank you. Have a nice day."
Gripping the door handle, she hesitated outside his hospital room, afraid to do the simple chore of opening the door and taking a look inside. Shoving her fear aside she opened the door, pushing it open slowly. And there he was. The huge, proud figure of a man known as Brock Lesnar was laying asleep in the bed, his chest rising and falling with each breath slipping through slightly parted lips.
' Eepp.....' She thought to herself.' Oh well, better luck next time.'
Turning back to leave, she looked back once more and sighed. He was really cute when he's not intimidating.... or awake.
" What are you doing here?" He asked, opening his eyes.
She jumped slightly, his voice booming over the silence of the room. He woke up, obviously.
" Sorry if I woke you up."
Struggling slightly, Brock pulled himself up in the bed." What do you want? I really dont think that Rocky will appreciate you being here."
" Dwayne's not here. He left last night to California to start on his new movie." Christina clutched at the bag in her hand nervously. ' Dang, why does he have to look so good even in a hospital gown?!?'
Brock didnt feel the need to respond as he watched her fidget, and almost let out a smirk. ' I make her nervous.' He thought rather proudly and then mentally frowned. ' Then again, I make everyone nervous.'
" Um...." She started again." I heard about what happened with Taylor....."
He felt his anger swell suddenly as he remarked." Well, congratulations, little girl! Unless you dont already know, everyone has!"
Christina glanced at the bedside chair. " May I take a seat?"
Shrugging carelessly, he didnt even cast her a look. " Sit."
Sitting by him, she put her purse on the floor and the bag in her lap.Choosing her thoughts carefully, she tried to find the words to say. She had been thinking last night in her hotel room, about what was happening now and her short lived future in WWE. Ever since finding out what happened between Taylor, Heyman and Brock, and knowing that Dwayne was following his dream in Hollywood, she began to wonder that she was going to do. And in that small, comfortable hotel room, she had a crazy, but perhaps a smart idea.
Sighing mentally, she wondered wether that idea she thought up last night was really such a good idea now." My contract only allows me another three months to work as a registered ' wrestler ' under Vince and WWE .Unlike you, I might not have been raised in the sport like you have, but LIKE you, I want to succeed."
Brock continued to look down at the sheets in his lap, and Christina could almost make out a look of stubborn ignorance in his face and frowned." It would be nice if you would look at me."
He didnt bulge.
" Your acting like a little kid, Lesnar." She replied harshly.
" Is there a point to this?!" Brock raised his voice, yet once seeing Christina jump back let out an angry sigh and ran a hand through his hair. She was a cute one, but she was somehow getting under his skin. He didnt know wether that was a good thing or bad.
" I want to be your partner!" She blurted out finally." Eh, your.....tag team.....uh, partner."
Brock looked at her somberly before bursting out in laughter." Are you kidding me? You?"
" What! Why are you laughing?"
" You cant be my tag partner, little girl! " He said, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye." You can hardly wrestle. Hell, I'd doubt if you could do a simple clothesline!"
" How can you say that? I was Rock's partner!"
At this, Brock seemed to slip an almost pitying face as he desperately tried not to laugh even harder at that." Sorry to tell you, little girl, but you were just eye candy for the audience out there. You have no talent whatso ever."
Christina knew that was the truth, but coming from him, it stung deeply somehow. " Well, what about Taylor? Wasn't she just eye candy too?" Heck, if she was going to go down, she wanted to know that Taylor was going down with her as well.
" I'll give you that, but she had a little bit more experience and know how than I think you do."
Watching her as she looked away, he raised an eyebrow. " Besides, how do I know you wont pull a Taylor McCullen on me?"
She bit her lip, heck, this was turning out harder than she wanted it to be.Taking a breath, she wrung her hands together. " Listen, I want the tag team title as much as you do. I know that there's nothing I can do to gain your trust but to give you my word, and if you agree I can talk to Vince first thing next morning about getting our deal finalized."
She held her hand out to him, waiting for him to shake. He looked at it and then back at her.Realizing her mistake, she took her hand back." Sorry, I forgot."
" All I want for you to do is to help me win this match that Vince set up for me against Taylor. You help me, and I'll be there for you when you eventually go against Triple H."
" You know, we're still technically enemies." Brock said in a factual way.
She perked up at that. " Ah, yes..... I know. And that is what THIS is for........" Christina emphasied, finally raising up the unmarked brown bag.
Brock stared at the bag with interest." Whats that?"
" A truce."
He looked at the bag skeptically. " A truce?"
Smiling she handed him the bag." Look whats inside."
" You sure nothing's gonna pop out at me, little girl?" He asked jokingly when he smelled something delicious coming from the bag.Taking a look inside, he grinned. " Oh, damn.......You're a smart girl thats what you are!"
She laughed." I knew that hospital food must be the pitts so I brought you some Burger King."
He stuffed a handful of french fries into his mouth, " Mmm, mmm, mmm! Damn, that tastes good."
" Tell you what, you train me so I can wrestle and I'll tell Vince not to publisize the facts that we're partners until I have my match with Taylor.I'll beat her and then she'll find out. Kinda like adding insult to injury, or something like that. Deal?"
He stared at her over his Whopper and King Size french fries intensely. And smiled. " If you keep bringing me Burger King while Im in this hell hole, then heck yeah you got a deal!"
She smiled. " Okay!"
Brock took the Whopper and took an amazingly big bite, all the while rambling over how exactly he wanted this whole Hunter/ Taylor thing to go on and how Christina was going to have to shape up more and work harder than she ever worked in her life. She just sat there in the chair, allowing everything he was telling her to slide in one ear and out the other, his eyes capturing her attention. And deep inside she groaned. It was going to be hard not to blush like a schoolgirl when they spent time together knowing instinctively that she was dangerously close to the edge and right about to fall for the Next Big Thing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok, Thats it for now. I just wanted to let you know I havent died or anything. This is kinda a short update I think, dont you? If you guys have any, and I mean ANY ideas that you would like to incorporate in here, then by all means, Stick it in your review! Remember, I wanna know what my readers like and dont like, so take the chance. Until next time, See ya laterz! BrokenPromises
P.S. First of all, before I go..... I forgot to give an extra special shoutout to a great reviewer of mine that goes by the name of Nikki. Girl, I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the exceedingly kind and wonderful review you left me. I know I am not a great writer at all, but you have given me the encouragement to continue this pityful story. From a Brock Lesnar fan to another, thank you! I hope you continue to enjoy this story to its completion. Thank you and God Bless!
