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The pay-per-view went on without a hitch. Brock retained his championship belt, and Trish became the woman's champ again. Everyone in the locker room was buzzing because the event had sold out completely, and no one was seriously injured, and the show itself had been through the roof. The crowd was on fire.
Brock went and knocked on the woman's locker room door and Nidia answered. "Trish still here?"
Nidia smiled, "Yeah she's still here. Hold on, she's changing." Nidia turned around, "Trish, you're work husband is here to see you."
Brock chuckled to himself. Without missing a beat Trish replied, "Tell him I'll be right there." That made Brock chuckle even harder, he looked at Nidia, "Is that how you refer to us, the work marriage?"
Nidia smiled and nodded, "Yeah, pretty much."
Trish came up to the door in her robe and smiled, "What's up champ?"
"You ready to head out to the party?" He asked.
"Only if we can pick up a burger on the way there, I'm starving. Nidia's taking over the rental for me, so if you don't mind, you're stuck with me."
Brock laughed, "I don't know how you stay so little when you can eat as much as me and not gain an ounce. That's not a problem at all."
Trish stuck her tongue out at him, "Let me change into my after-party outfit and I'll come grab you. Give me 7 minutes."
"Sounds good, but you could stay in that, I wouldn't mind." Brock said smirking.
"Sorry, no can do." Trish said laughing and watched Brock head towards his locker room.
Trish looked at Nidia, "Do you realize that we're the last two divas here?"
"Yeah, and?" She replied putting her make-up on.
"That means you have to give me your opinion." Trish said taking off her robe. She put on a pair of black flare hip-huggers and held up two tops. One was electric blue and the other was electric purple.
"Definitely blue, it'll bring out your eyes, and it shows more cleavage." Nidia said to her with a smile.
"Cool, thanks." Trish said laughing.
She put it on and quick blow-dried her hair and put her make-up on. She looked at her watch, it had been 10 minutes. "Damn, I'm late."
"Hon, since we're sharing a room tonight, I have to ask." Nidia started to say to Trish as she was on her way out the door.
"What's up?"
"Should I find somewhere else to stay so you guys can have the room? Because looking as good as you do, he won't be able to keep his hands off of you." Nidia said squealing and laughing.
"Ha Ha very funny." Trish said laughing.
She caught up with Brock "Sorry I'm late." She said pouting.
"Not a prob, I'm not worried. Let's head out." Brock said.
They hopped in the truck and they both pulled out their cell phones and called their significant others to let them know how things were going and that they were ok. They pulled into the restaurant and grabbed a booth and hung up.
"Ok, tell me about your weekend, I'm done griping about mine." Brock said looking at the menu.
"Well, we went to my family reunion and if Dave wasn't near me all I heard was, "Now Trish, the guy has 3 kids already and his oldest is almost your sister's age, do you know what you're doing?" And when he was near me, people would talk about him as if he wasn't there. But he pulled through it like a trooper. Then we took the girls to the mega mall and some museums, the zoo, and I took Aly to a couple of the wrestling schools in the area so she could see what one really looked like. That's her dream, but I want her to have a real idea of it. Then, the last day we were all together, we played board games and Dave took me on a dream date, but it's what happened after that I'm so confused about." Trish said with a strange look on her face.
"What do you mean?" Brock asked.
"Well, it's kind of graphic, and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." Trish said slowly.
"Ok, so it's a sex problem, big deal, if you want I can play a sex therapist, not a problem. What's up? If you feel comfortable enough to tell me." Brock said leaning close to her.
"Ok, Well, we were in the heat of the moment, and he hurt me." Trish said quietly.
"What do you mean that he hurt you?" Brock asked questioningly.
"He was so rough, he held me down, he pulled me as close to him as possible and it was so fast and so hard, I was crying. When I was on the bottom, he grabbed handfuls of my hair and pulled my head so my head was tilted back and thrusted even harder. I was literally scared. I've never been with someone like that, and his eyes were so weird. It was like another being took him over. I had tears, and he never even noticed or acknowledged it. He acted like nothing happened. Is this normal? Am I overreacting?" Trish said frowning.
Brock could tell that it really bothered her, and when she talked about it, she actually had a little bit of fear in her eyes. He rubbed her hand soothingly, "Hon, I don't know a whole lot about Dave, he's always been one to keep to himself, he's not a social butterfly, but I do know that when you get a few drinks in him he opens up a little bit. And I happen to know that he is one who likes to be rough. Apparently from what he's said, he always has. It's one of the violent streaks in him. I'm guessing that you're not into that."
Trish shook her head no.
"I didn't think so, you didn't strike me as the type. This is something that the two of you need to talk about, because honestly, sex is an important part of a relationship. And you don't want to be afraid of sex with him, and you don't want the relationship to suffer because you're not willing to sleep with him."
Trish nodded her head.
"So the next time you go home, talk to him about it. Make sure he understands where you're coming from. Tell him how you are in bed, and explain to him what you don't like." Brock said to her.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" Trish said to him leaning close.
"Of course."
"Are you that way in bed? Is this a wrestler thing? I've never dated a wrestler before, and so I'm curious to know if this is how male wrestlers are?" Trish asked.
Brock smiled, "I'm not rough like Dave, but I like to try different positions, and I listen to what the woman likes. See now Nicole is someone who if she isn't completely in the mood then it's slow and lovey. But, if she is the one who was in the mood, then she likes it a little faster, a little more forceful, and sometimes we'll use a different position than the two normal ones. I have to be careful because she's petite compared to me and because I'm stronger, I had to get used to what she considered rough. I've only gotten carried away once and the instant I seen the tears I panicked because that's now how I am."
"See now I'm the same way Nicole is. And I'm all about different positions, but I'm not not into this submission sex thing."
They shared a laugh and they finished their food and headed to the after- party.
Since they were some of the last to arrive, they received a little heckling, but they took it in stride. Trish slipped her room key in her inside jacket pocket to make sure that she didn't lose it.
Brock brought Trish a Malibu Pineapple and he had a beer and a shot of something. "I say, let's get the party rolling." He said to Trish with a smile.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" She agreed.
They went their separate ways and mingled and talked and danced. Torrie went over to Trish, "Are you cold?"
"No, I'm just too lazy to find where to hang my jacket." Trish said laughing.
"Could I borrow it, I'm freezing!!" Torrie asked.
"Not a problem!" Trish said handing it to her. They went out on the dance floor.
Brock was hanging with some of the guys and they were all taking turns buying drinks. Over the PA they announced a couples only dance. It was a slow dance. All of the single people made their way off of the floor and he noticed that Trish was sitting at a table with Lillian. Kurt Angle nudged Brock, "You should go ask her to dance."
"I don't dance well." Brock said with a laugh.
"So, it's a slow dance. You can't screw that up! Go on." Kurt said.
"Alright, but if she laughs at me, I'm comin' after you." Brock said finishing his beer and headed over to the table.
Lillian and Trish were talking about Lillian's boyfriend when Brock arrived at the foot end of the table. "Ladies." He said tilting his head.
"Hi Brock." The girls said in unison and laughed really hard. He could tell that Trish had a good buzz going.
"Wanna dance?" Brock said to Trish.
"Sure, I'd love to. See ya Lil."
Brock held is hand out and Trish slipped hers in his. They went out to the dance floor and danced to "Looking Through Your Eyes," by LeAnn Rimes. She leaned into him and he held her tight. They held each other close and swayed along with the song. He leaned his head on hers and she leaned her head on his chest.
A lot of the wrestlers watched them. They were actually a cute couple. Most knew that they were just good friends, but others thought there was more going on. This was not helping the rumor mill at all.
After the song was over, they played a fast song. Trish looked at Brock, "Still wanna dance?"
"I'm not that good of a dancer, I might embarrass you." Brock said with a laugh.
"I'll tell you what, I'll buy you whatever drink you want if you'll dance with me." Trish bargained with him.
"It's a deal if you'll drink one of whatever I order along with me." Brock said smiling.
"Deal." Trish said holding out her hand.
They shook hands and headed to the bar. Brock looked at the bartender "Give me your strongest shot and give her one too."
"Yessir." Was his response.
Trish held out her credit card and traded the bartender. They clinked shot glasses and they downed them. "Damn!" Trish exclaimed with a little cough.
"Wooo!" Brock said with a little laugh, "That had kick."
"Alright, let's go." Trish said.
They headed out to the dance floor and danced to the fast songs for awhile. Brock really didn't have a whole lot of rhythm, but he was able to be where he needed to be while Trish danced. Soon it was last call, and they started to file out.
"Wanna head back and beat the crowds?" Brock asked Trish.
"Yeah, that sounds good." She said and they got into Brock's car and headed to the hotel.
"Did you have a good time?" Brock asked.
"Oh yeah, I had a great time, how about you?" Trish said smiling.
"Yup, me too."
They got to the hotel and Trish leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "Thanks for the great time."
"Not a prob, I'm always up for a party." He said smiling. "Want me to walk you to your room?"
"Sure." Trish said. They got to her door. She reached in her back pocket and found her driver's license and her credit card, but no room key. She checked her front pockets and there was nothing in them. "Shit," She said knocking on the door to the room. But there was no answer.
"When was the last time you remembered having it?" Brock asked.
"I remember having it at the arena, in your car.Oh Yeah! I put it in my jacket!! It's in the inside pocket of my jacket." Trish exclaimed.
"Ok, so where's your jacket?' Brock asked.
She looked around, "Oh yeah, I gave it to Torrie, let's find out what room her and Billy are in." Trish said pulling on his hand.
"Trish, they're not staying here. They're off for the rest of the week. Billy said that their flight was at 3:00 a.m. so after last call they were going to head straight for the airport." Brock said to her.
"Man, I wonder where Nidia is." Trish said pounding on the door.
"Probably off getting freaky somewhere. Do you want to stay with me?" Brock asked.
"Brock, I don't want to put you out." Trish started to object when Brock interrupted her.
"I won't hear it," He picked up her bags, "Come on."
She followed him and they got to his room and he opened the door. They walked in and set their stuff down. "Who's your roomie?"
"Shelton. But sometimes he winds up bunking with Haas, so you never know with him." Brock replied. "I'm a late night movie buff, wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure, but I'm going to put my pj's on first." Trish said.
"Ok." She headed to the bathroom and he quick pulled on pair of shorts. She came out in a tank top and shorts.
She sat on the other bed, but it was hard to see. "Brock." She said slowly.
"Come here, I don't bite." He said laughing.
She hopped into the bed with him and covered up her legs. They sat and watched a late-night comedy and Trish wound up falling asleep with her head on his shoulder. He didn't want to disturb her, so he covered up and fell asleep with his head resting on hers.
**Well.what do you think is going to happen from here?? Will anyone find them that way? Please read and review!**
The pay-per-view went on without a hitch. Brock retained his championship belt, and Trish became the woman's champ again. Everyone in the locker room was buzzing because the event had sold out completely, and no one was seriously injured, and the show itself had been through the roof. The crowd was on fire.
Brock went and knocked on the woman's locker room door and Nidia answered. "Trish still here?"
Nidia smiled, "Yeah she's still here. Hold on, she's changing." Nidia turned around, "Trish, you're work husband is here to see you."
Brock chuckled to himself. Without missing a beat Trish replied, "Tell him I'll be right there." That made Brock chuckle even harder, he looked at Nidia, "Is that how you refer to us, the work marriage?"
Nidia smiled and nodded, "Yeah, pretty much."
Trish came up to the door in her robe and smiled, "What's up champ?"
"You ready to head out to the party?" He asked.
"Only if we can pick up a burger on the way there, I'm starving. Nidia's taking over the rental for me, so if you don't mind, you're stuck with me."
Brock laughed, "I don't know how you stay so little when you can eat as much as me and not gain an ounce. That's not a problem at all."
Trish stuck her tongue out at him, "Let me change into my after-party outfit and I'll come grab you. Give me 7 minutes."
"Sounds good, but you could stay in that, I wouldn't mind." Brock said smirking.
"Sorry, no can do." Trish said laughing and watched Brock head towards his locker room.
Trish looked at Nidia, "Do you realize that we're the last two divas here?"
"Yeah, and?" She replied putting her make-up on.
"That means you have to give me your opinion." Trish said taking off her robe. She put on a pair of black flare hip-huggers and held up two tops. One was electric blue and the other was electric purple.
"Definitely blue, it'll bring out your eyes, and it shows more cleavage." Nidia said to her with a smile.
"Cool, thanks." Trish said laughing.
She put it on and quick blow-dried her hair and put her make-up on. She looked at her watch, it had been 10 minutes. "Damn, I'm late."
"Hon, since we're sharing a room tonight, I have to ask." Nidia started to say to Trish as she was on her way out the door.
"What's up?"
"Should I find somewhere else to stay so you guys can have the room? Because looking as good as you do, he won't be able to keep his hands off of you." Nidia said squealing and laughing.
"Ha Ha very funny." Trish said laughing.
She caught up with Brock "Sorry I'm late." She said pouting.
"Not a prob, I'm not worried. Let's head out." Brock said.
They hopped in the truck and they both pulled out their cell phones and called their significant others to let them know how things were going and that they were ok. They pulled into the restaurant and grabbed a booth and hung up.
"Ok, tell me about your weekend, I'm done griping about mine." Brock said looking at the menu.
"Well, we went to my family reunion and if Dave wasn't near me all I heard was, "Now Trish, the guy has 3 kids already and his oldest is almost your sister's age, do you know what you're doing?" And when he was near me, people would talk about him as if he wasn't there. But he pulled through it like a trooper. Then we took the girls to the mega mall and some museums, the zoo, and I took Aly to a couple of the wrestling schools in the area so she could see what one really looked like. That's her dream, but I want her to have a real idea of it. Then, the last day we were all together, we played board games and Dave took me on a dream date, but it's what happened after that I'm so confused about." Trish said with a strange look on her face.
"What do you mean?" Brock asked.
"Well, it's kind of graphic, and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." Trish said slowly.
"Ok, so it's a sex problem, big deal, if you want I can play a sex therapist, not a problem. What's up? If you feel comfortable enough to tell me." Brock said leaning close to her.
"Ok, Well, we were in the heat of the moment, and he hurt me." Trish said quietly.
"What do you mean that he hurt you?" Brock asked questioningly.
"He was so rough, he held me down, he pulled me as close to him as possible and it was so fast and so hard, I was crying. When I was on the bottom, he grabbed handfuls of my hair and pulled my head so my head was tilted back and thrusted even harder. I was literally scared. I've never been with someone like that, and his eyes were so weird. It was like another being took him over. I had tears, and he never even noticed or acknowledged it. He acted like nothing happened. Is this normal? Am I overreacting?" Trish said frowning.
Brock could tell that it really bothered her, and when she talked about it, she actually had a little bit of fear in her eyes. He rubbed her hand soothingly, "Hon, I don't know a whole lot about Dave, he's always been one to keep to himself, he's not a social butterfly, but I do know that when you get a few drinks in him he opens up a little bit. And I happen to know that he is one who likes to be rough. Apparently from what he's said, he always has. It's one of the violent streaks in him. I'm guessing that you're not into that."
Trish shook her head no.
"I didn't think so, you didn't strike me as the type. This is something that the two of you need to talk about, because honestly, sex is an important part of a relationship. And you don't want to be afraid of sex with him, and you don't want the relationship to suffer because you're not willing to sleep with him."
Trish nodded her head.
"So the next time you go home, talk to him about it. Make sure he understands where you're coming from. Tell him how you are in bed, and explain to him what you don't like." Brock said to her.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" Trish said to him leaning close.
"Of course."
"Are you that way in bed? Is this a wrestler thing? I've never dated a wrestler before, and so I'm curious to know if this is how male wrestlers are?" Trish asked.
Brock smiled, "I'm not rough like Dave, but I like to try different positions, and I listen to what the woman likes. See now Nicole is someone who if she isn't completely in the mood then it's slow and lovey. But, if she is the one who was in the mood, then she likes it a little faster, a little more forceful, and sometimes we'll use a different position than the two normal ones. I have to be careful because she's petite compared to me and because I'm stronger, I had to get used to what she considered rough. I've only gotten carried away once and the instant I seen the tears I panicked because that's now how I am."
"See now I'm the same way Nicole is. And I'm all about different positions, but I'm not not into this submission sex thing."
They shared a laugh and they finished their food and headed to the after- party.
Since they were some of the last to arrive, they received a little heckling, but they took it in stride. Trish slipped her room key in her inside jacket pocket to make sure that she didn't lose it.
Brock brought Trish a Malibu Pineapple and he had a beer and a shot of something. "I say, let's get the party rolling." He said to Trish with a smile.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" She agreed.
They went their separate ways and mingled and talked and danced. Torrie went over to Trish, "Are you cold?"
"No, I'm just too lazy to find where to hang my jacket." Trish said laughing.
"Could I borrow it, I'm freezing!!" Torrie asked.
"Not a problem!" Trish said handing it to her. They went out on the dance floor.
Brock was hanging with some of the guys and they were all taking turns buying drinks. Over the PA they announced a couples only dance. It was a slow dance. All of the single people made their way off of the floor and he noticed that Trish was sitting at a table with Lillian. Kurt Angle nudged Brock, "You should go ask her to dance."
"I don't dance well." Brock said with a laugh.
"So, it's a slow dance. You can't screw that up! Go on." Kurt said.
"Alright, but if she laughs at me, I'm comin' after you." Brock said finishing his beer and headed over to the table.
Lillian and Trish were talking about Lillian's boyfriend when Brock arrived at the foot end of the table. "Ladies." He said tilting his head.
"Hi Brock." The girls said in unison and laughed really hard. He could tell that Trish had a good buzz going.
"Wanna dance?" Brock said to Trish.
"Sure, I'd love to. See ya Lil."
Brock held is hand out and Trish slipped hers in his. They went out to the dance floor and danced to "Looking Through Your Eyes," by LeAnn Rimes. She leaned into him and he held her tight. They held each other close and swayed along with the song. He leaned his head on hers and she leaned her head on his chest.
A lot of the wrestlers watched them. They were actually a cute couple. Most knew that they were just good friends, but others thought there was more going on. This was not helping the rumor mill at all.
After the song was over, they played a fast song. Trish looked at Brock, "Still wanna dance?"
"I'm not that good of a dancer, I might embarrass you." Brock said with a laugh.
"I'll tell you what, I'll buy you whatever drink you want if you'll dance with me." Trish bargained with him.
"It's a deal if you'll drink one of whatever I order along with me." Brock said smiling.
"Deal." Trish said holding out her hand.
They shook hands and headed to the bar. Brock looked at the bartender "Give me your strongest shot and give her one too."
"Yessir." Was his response.
Trish held out her credit card and traded the bartender. They clinked shot glasses and they downed them. "Damn!" Trish exclaimed with a little cough.
"Wooo!" Brock said with a little laugh, "That had kick."
"Alright, let's go." Trish said.
They headed out to the dance floor and danced to the fast songs for awhile. Brock really didn't have a whole lot of rhythm, but he was able to be where he needed to be while Trish danced. Soon it was last call, and they started to file out.
"Wanna head back and beat the crowds?" Brock asked Trish.
"Yeah, that sounds good." She said and they got into Brock's car and headed to the hotel.
"Did you have a good time?" Brock asked.
"Oh yeah, I had a great time, how about you?" Trish said smiling.
"Yup, me too."
They got to the hotel and Trish leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "Thanks for the great time."
"Not a prob, I'm always up for a party." He said smiling. "Want me to walk you to your room?"
"Sure." Trish said. They got to her door. She reached in her back pocket and found her driver's license and her credit card, but no room key. She checked her front pockets and there was nothing in them. "Shit," She said knocking on the door to the room. But there was no answer.
"When was the last time you remembered having it?" Brock asked.
"I remember having it at the arena, in your car.Oh Yeah! I put it in my jacket!! It's in the inside pocket of my jacket." Trish exclaimed.
"Ok, so where's your jacket?' Brock asked.
She looked around, "Oh yeah, I gave it to Torrie, let's find out what room her and Billy are in." Trish said pulling on his hand.
"Trish, they're not staying here. They're off for the rest of the week. Billy said that their flight was at 3:00 a.m. so after last call they were going to head straight for the airport." Brock said to her.
"Man, I wonder where Nidia is." Trish said pounding on the door.
"Probably off getting freaky somewhere. Do you want to stay with me?" Brock asked.
"Brock, I don't want to put you out." Trish started to object when Brock interrupted her.
"I won't hear it," He picked up her bags, "Come on."
She followed him and they got to his room and he opened the door. They walked in and set their stuff down. "Who's your roomie?"
"Shelton. But sometimes he winds up bunking with Haas, so you never know with him." Brock replied. "I'm a late night movie buff, wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure, but I'm going to put my pj's on first." Trish said.
"Ok." She headed to the bathroom and he quick pulled on pair of shorts. She came out in a tank top and shorts.
She sat on the other bed, but it was hard to see. "Brock." She said slowly.
"Come here, I don't bite." He said laughing.
She hopped into the bed with him and covered up her legs. They sat and watched a late-night comedy and Trish wound up falling asleep with her head on his shoulder. He didn't want to disturb her, so he covered up and fell asleep with his head resting on hers.
**Well.what do you think is going to happen from here?? Will anyone find them that way? Please read and review!**