Chapter 10

- -A couple of weeks later- -

Nia was pacing back and forth in front of Brocks dressing room…ready to pitch a fit…Brock was supposed to met her here before his match cause he had an interview with some bimbo for a local newspaper and then another one with some hoochie looking girl from a magazine.

Nia's long blonde streaked red hair was flying all around her with every step she took while pacing…and her dark green eyes were practically on fire…Brock was now 45 minutes late for meeting her so she could take him to the interviews…DAMN THAT MAN!!  Obviously when she shaved his head half of his brain went missing.

Nia was facing away from the dressing room…when a hand came around her and covered her eyes…she started to protest, when a big hand grabbed her upper arm, between her elbow and shoulder.  And someone said, "Shhh."

A soft pair of lips touched the side of her neck…a gentle wet tongue slid up the side of her neck and kissed the small spot behind her ear lobe.  Her chest was rising and falling at a steady rate…her breathing was getting erratic…Soft wet fire ridden kisses were being placed down the side of her neck to her shoulder…and then the ministrations were done to the other side of her neck…

The mystery man standing behind her had her pulled back tight against his body and she could feel his erection pressing into her rear-end.

After a few minutes…Nia was so mesmerized that when she finally pulled herself out of the spell…the mystery man was gone.  Nia was left standing with the feeling of lust running through her body.

Mark walked by and said, "Nia, Brock is looking for you down in the cafeteria."  Nia snapped out of her deep thoughts and said, "Thanks Mark."  As she took off running down the hallway towards the cafeteria.  Just as she walked in Brock and his big smirk was walking out…he said, "Where have you been young lady?"  Nia was seething as she turned around to follow him and she said, "Waiting for your pea brain at your dressing room where I told YOU to meet ME!"

Brock brushed her off and said, "C'mon…I did the interviews…it's time for my match now…"  Nia growled, "ARGH!!!!!!  Sometimes you can be such an ass."  Brock laughed and said, "I know…but that's why you love being my valet and assistant."  Nia rolled her eyes and said, "Yea sure…you've taken one too many chair shots to the head there kido…"  Brock said, "No…No chairs tonight, just a few ladders."

Nia stopped in her tracks and said, "A few WHAT?!?!?"  Brock turned to look at her and said, "Me and Paul Wight (Big Show) are having a ladder match tonight…C'mon I don't want to be late for my own match."  Nia's little legs ran to catch up to him…as she said, "Have you completely lost your mind?  A ladder match with Paul…you are INSANE…I'm going to be attending the funeral of a co-worker this week…I should probably make room on my calendar cause you are going to DIE!"

Brock laughed…he knew she was trying to tell him in her own way she was worried for him…but he said, "Don't worry so much…I've got everything under control."  Nia whimpered a laugh as she followed the F5er down the hall towards his fate in the ring.

The match was needless to say a grueling one…Paul walked away without a scratch…Brock on the other hand was busted open…Nia had never been so thankful to have 2 shirts on…she pulled one off as she slid into the ring after the bell rang and Paul disbursed…She crawled on her hands and knees as fast as she could to get to Brock…and held the towel against his head while applying pressure to stop the bleeding…

One of the trainers helped Nia pull him from the ring and walk him back to the medical room and she didn't say a word until after he had been stitched up and then she said, "I quit."  As she walked out the door and took off down the hall…Brock jumped off the table and followed her and said, "Vonia you can't quit…you've been my valet, manager, and assistant for 3 years now…No body know me like you do." 

Nia said, "Yea…and you still never learned to not call me Vonia…I hate that Nia or Lavonia…it's not that hard to remember…Look, if you want to kill yourself in ladder matches and bullshit like that, go right ahead…but I'm not going to stand by and watch while you abuse your body like this anymore…what you did tonight was not a safe match, you should be lucky you didn't get anything ripped off the might have needed to be sown back on…because I wouldn't have taken your ass the hospital…I would have let you walk."  Brock knew she had a point…the match tonight was stupid.

On the way back to the dressing room Nia was practically yelling at Brock…She called him everything in the book telling him he was a pig head son of a bitch for being dumb enough to wrestle Paul Wight (Big Show) in a ladder match…who coincidently walked away without a scratch…And now Brock was getting Nia's ever famous silent treatment…And nobody…and I mean NOBODY could silent treatment you to death like Nia could…she had a handle on it…

Brock was sitting on the bench…he was running his hand lightly over his forehead where the stitches were and could feel a headache coming on.  Nia went and dug in her bag of stuff…and found some extra gauze…and went over to Brock and knelt down in front of him…he started to say something but she just put her hand up to silence him…she proceeded to change his bandage because the blood was leaking through still…

Suddenly, Nia recognized his smell…he smelled like the mystery guys who'd given her the kisses and touches…she stood up fast and threw the bloody gauze away and then stood by the dressing room window looking our with her arms around herself…Brock knew that she knew it was him who kissed and touched her like that…

Brock got up and came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her…Nia tensed immediately…and Brock slid one hand to the base around her throat and left the other around her waist and started kissing her neck.