A/N: Since Brock has decided to leave the wwe, I have no more inspiration.
Dallas got to Brock's locker room as fast as she could. He was still in there with a very pissed look on his face.
"Where the hell have you been?" Brock asked. Dallas set her bag down and turned to Brock.
"I lost track of time ok. No need to have a heart attack over it." Dallas said.
"I'm getting sick and tired of that mouth of yours." Brock said, "When I say 7 a.m. You damn well better be here at 7 a.m."
"You are not the boss of me." Dallas said. Dallas went to leave and he grabbed her arm hard. This hurt Dallas because Brock had such a strong grip on her.
"Brock you're hurting me." Dallas said," Let go of me."
"I'm not letting go of you till we get a few things straight. I don't work for you, you work for me. And, that attitude of yours needs to change." Brock said. Brock let go of her arm. Dallas rubbed it a little bit.
"God Brock, I swear you don't know your own strength." Dallas said, "Now I'm gonna have a bruise there."
"Next time do what I tell you and this won't happen." Brock said.
"I don't know why Paul even wants us to work together." Dallas said.
"Maybe he thinks we look good together." Brock said. Dallas rolled her eyes and huffed.
"Uh huh." Dallas said, "Anyways, I came down here to work. Now let's get this over and done with so I can get back to my boyfriend."
"Yeah whatever." Brock said. They both sat down and went over the script. Dallas wasn't too happy about it because Brock was going to be wrestling Shannon again and this time she would have to interfer.
"Don't screw this up." Brock said, "I don't want another chair repeat."
"Whatever Brock." Dallas said.
Dallas left Brock's locker room and went off to Shannon's. She needed some alone time with him. Shannon was the only person to get her mind off of Brock. Dallas stepped into Shannon's locker room.
"What the fuck." Dallas said.
A/N: this chapters a little short and yes a cliffhanger. i'll be busy finishing up my hockey season but, i'll try to update.
Dallas got to Brock's locker room as fast as she could. He was still in there with a very pissed look on his face.
"Where the hell have you been?" Brock asked. Dallas set her bag down and turned to Brock.
"I lost track of time ok. No need to have a heart attack over it." Dallas said.
"I'm getting sick and tired of that mouth of yours." Brock said, "When I say 7 a.m. You damn well better be here at 7 a.m."
"You are not the boss of me." Dallas said. Dallas went to leave and he grabbed her arm hard. This hurt Dallas because Brock had such a strong grip on her.
"Brock you're hurting me." Dallas said," Let go of me."
"I'm not letting go of you till we get a few things straight. I don't work for you, you work for me. And, that attitude of yours needs to change." Brock said. Brock let go of her arm. Dallas rubbed it a little bit.
"God Brock, I swear you don't know your own strength." Dallas said, "Now I'm gonna have a bruise there."
"Next time do what I tell you and this won't happen." Brock said.
"I don't know why Paul even wants us to work together." Dallas said.
"Maybe he thinks we look good together." Brock said. Dallas rolled her eyes and huffed.
"Uh huh." Dallas said, "Anyways, I came down here to work. Now let's get this over and done with so I can get back to my boyfriend."
"Yeah whatever." Brock said. They both sat down and went over the script. Dallas wasn't too happy about it because Brock was going to be wrestling Shannon again and this time she would have to interfer.
"Don't screw this up." Brock said, "I don't want another chair repeat."
"Whatever Brock." Dallas said.
Dallas left Brock's locker room and went off to Shannon's. She needed some alone time with him. Shannon was the only person to get her mind off of Brock. Dallas stepped into Shannon's locker room.
"What the fuck." Dallas said.
A/N: this chapters a little short and yes a cliffhanger. i'll be busy finishing up my hockey season but, i'll try to update.