BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
April 8, 2004
Chapter 01:
Mick Foley walked through the corridors and entered his own locker room, grabbing an ice pack from a small cooler and placing it on his forehead. It was just like any other night. Evolution beating the bloody pulp out of him until he was merely unconscious. He was sick and tired of it yet he couldn't do anything about it. All he could ask himself was, "Where's the help?" Surely there was at least someone at the back watching him and Evolution as they brutally assaulted him! He sighed, shaking his head as someone bursted in into the locker room.
"Oh my gosh...Uncle Mick...are you all right?" a young, long-legged diva asked as she put both her hands on either side of his face.
Mick smiled, immediately forgetting all his frustrations and worries. How he loved his beautiful niece. And it made him even more overwhelmed that she had cared so much for him and she had loved him dearly. "Yeah. Don't worry, Stacy. I'll be alright." He assured, giving the beautiful blonde a hug.
"Are you sure?" she asked once again, concern occupying the whole of her eyes.
"Yeah. Don't worry." Mick once again replied as she nodded, kissing him on the forehead.
"This has got to stop." Stacy uttered in quite an irate tone. "You've had enough."
Mick snickered; wincing a bit for his head was terribly aching. "Tell that to those clowns. They just love to torment me."
"Oh...if only I could do something about it." Stacy sadly sighed. "I would have gladly helped you out there. But I'm not pretty sure what they'd do to me if I was."
"Don't worry, Stace. It's okay. You don't have to do anything. I can just call Rock if I really need the help..."
"And you do." Stacy finished for him as Mick sighed and nodded.
"I guess you're right. I'll call him first thing in the morning."
"Meanwhile...you go get some rest. You really need it." Stacy said, grinning and giving her uncle a kiss on the cheek. Mick stood up and gave her a hug.
"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Stace. Love you." Mick said, kissing Stacy on the forehead before heading out his locker room, to his limousine and out of the arena where he was driven to the hotel.
Stacy sighed, shaking her head as she watched the luxury car drive away. How she pitied her uncle and how she worried for him very much. The beating has got to stop, she told herself. Gathering up all the bravery she had within, she walked up to Evolution's locker room and knocked. Triple H was the one who opened it. He sneered once he saw her attractive face. "What do you want?" he hissed as Stacy stepped back a little.
"I...I wanted to talk to you...about my uncle." She almost stuttered as Triple H snickered a little.
"What about him?" he asked as Stacy heaved a sigh.
"You guys should stop doing what you're doing to him. Please. I beg of you. Hasn't he had enough?" Stacy half-implored, making Triple H grin widely. Suddenly, they heard a voice from inside.
"Hey Hunter! Who's there?" a handsome, young man asked, opening the door wider for him to see who Hunter was talking to. "What the hell are you doing here, Keibler?" Randy Orton, the name of the handsome man, queried, smirking at the pretty blonde who was wearing a faded, denim skirt, a white racer-back top and a pair of white, knee-high boots.
Stacy Keibler smirked back at the young man, matching his tone of voice as she answered, "To talk to you about my uncle."
Like Triple H, Randy snickered. "What about that old, ugly bitch of mine?"
"He ain't your bitch, asshole!" Stacy retorted before somebody had grabbed her arm. "Ouch!" she yelped.
"You don't talk to him that way, bitch!" Triple H hissed.
"Let go of me, you asshole!" Stacy called out as Triple H raised his other arm, about to hit her.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Randy called out, stopping both Triple H and Stacy. "Why were you here again?" Randy asked, raising an eyebrow at Stacy as Triple H let go of her and let her speak.
"Look...I just want you to stop beating him night after night. It's really getting on my nerves and if you could please just stop...I would really, really appreciate it." She explained as Randy rubbed his chin.
"That depends..." he uttered, raising an eyebrow at her.
"What do you mean that depends?!" Stacy exclaimed.
"What are you going to do...for us to stop beating the hell out of Mick?" Randy inquired, smirking wider than ever.
Stacy shook her head and sighed. "I don't know. Anything. Please. Just stop it. I love my uncle very, very much and I don't like seeing him in the kind of state where he's all broken down. Please. You guys have done enough. Please. I just don't want to see him hurt." Stacy begged, looking straight into the blue eyes of Randy Orton.
"Did you just say anything?" Randy asked, now grinning. Stacy opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. "Well...if it's anything that you mean...hmmm...let's say if you go out with me, we promise to stop beating the hell out of him and leave him alone. Does that sound good to you?" Randy asked with such a mischievous grin as Triple H himself wanted to evilly laugh.
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Chapter 01:
Mick Foley walked through the corridors and entered his own locker room, grabbing an ice pack from a small cooler and placing it on his forehead. It was just like any other night. Evolution beating the bloody pulp out of him until he was merely unconscious. He was sick and tired of it yet he couldn't do anything about it. All he could ask himself was, "Where's the help?" Surely there was at least someone at the back watching him and Evolution as they brutally assaulted him! He sighed, shaking his head as someone bursted in into the locker room.
"Oh my gosh...Uncle Mick...are you all right?" a young, long-legged diva asked as she put both her hands on either side of his face.
Mick smiled, immediately forgetting all his frustrations and worries. How he loved his beautiful niece. And it made him even more overwhelmed that she had cared so much for him and she had loved him dearly. "Yeah. Don't worry, Stacy. I'll be alright." He assured, giving the beautiful blonde a hug.
"Are you sure?" she asked once again, concern occupying the whole of her eyes.
"Yeah. Don't worry." Mick once again replied as she nodded, kissing him on the forehead.
"This has got to stop." Stacy uttered in quite an irate tone. "You've had enough."
Mick snickered; wincing a bit for his head was terribly aching. "Tell that to those clowns. They just love to torment me."
"Oh...if only I could do something about it." Stacy sadly sighed. "I would have gladly helped you out there. But I'm not pretty sure what they'd do to me if I was."
"Don't worry, Stace. It's okay. You don't have to do anything. I can just call Rock if I really need the help..."
"And you do." Stacy finished for him as Mick sighed and nodded.
"I guess you're right. I'll call him first thing in the morning."
"Meanwhile...you go get some rest. You really need it." Stacy said, grinning and giving her uncle a kiss on the cheek. Mick stood up and gave her a hug.
"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Stace. Love you." Mick said, kissing Stacy on the forehead before heading out his locker room, to his limousine and out of the arena where he was driven to the hotel.
Stacy sighed, shaking her head as she watched the luxury car drive away. How she pitied her uncle and how she worried for him very much. The beating has got to stop, she told herself. Gathering up all the bravery she had within, she walked up to Evolution's locker room and knocked. Triple H was the one who opened it. He sneered once he saw her attractive face. "What do you want?" he hissed as Stacy stepped back a little.
"I...I wanted to talk to you...about my uncle." She almost stuttered as Triple H snickered a little.
"What about him?" he asked as Stacy heaved a sigh.
"You guys should stop doing what you're doing to him. Please. I beg of you. Hasn't he had enough?" Stacy half-implored, making Triple H grin widely. Suddenly, they heard a voice from inside.
"Hey Hunter! Who's there?" a handsome, young man asked, opening the door wider for him to see who Hunter was talking to. "What the hell are you doing here, Keibler?" Randy Orton, the name of the handsome man, queried, smirking at the pretty blonde who was wearing a faded, denim skirt, a white racer-back top and a pair of white, knee-high boots.
Stacy Keibler smirked back at the young man, matching his tone of voice as she answered, "To talk to you about my uncle."
Like Triple H, Randy snickered. "What about that old, ugly bitch of mine?"
"He ain't your bitch, asshole!" Stacy retorted before somebody had grabbed her arm. "Ouch!" she yelped.
"You don't talk to him that way, bitch!" Triple H hissed.
"Let go of me, you asshole!" Stacy called out as Triple H raised his other arm, about to hit her.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Randy called out, stopping both Triple H and Stacy. "Why were you here again?" Randy asked, raising an eyebrow at Stacy as Triple H let go of her and let her speak.
"Look...I just want you to stop beating him night after night. It's really getting on my nerves and if you could please just stop...I would really, really appreciate it." She explained as Randy rubbed his chin.
"That depends..." he uttered, raising an eyebrow at her.
"What do you mean that depends?!" Stacy exclaimed.
"What are you going to do...for us to stop beating the hell out of Mick?" Randy inquired, smirking wider than ever.
Stacy shook her head and sighed. "I don't know. Anything. Please. Just stop it. I love my uncle very, very much and I don't like seeing him in the kind of state where he's all broken down. Please. You guys have done enough. Please. I just don't want to see him hurt." Stacy begged, looking straight into the blue eyes of Randy Orton.
"Did you just say anything?" Randy asked, now grinning. Stacy opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. "Well...if it's anything that you mean...hmmm...let's say if you go out with me, we promise to stop beating the hell out of him and leave him alone. Does that sound good to you?" Randy asked with such a mischievous grin as Triple H himself wanted to evilly laugh.
PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.