Disclaimer: See first chapter.

A/N: The WWE has no dress code in this fic.

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Chapter 2- Preparation

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"Prom," I asked more out of disbelief than confusion.

"Yes, prom. Of course you can say no…" Amy trailed off. I knew what she was saying. I chose to participate and I really should go with the girl. As much as I did not want her to be right I knew she was. I was really beginning to regret this…

"No, I'll go if that is where she really wants to go, but I don't want to go to a prom. I mean, I didn't even go to my own prom."

"I know, but look at it this way, this is her dream date. It's only one night and you will never have to see her or those kids again if you so chose, but she'll have a very fond memory that will last her a life time," Again she had a point, after that night if I didn't want to talk to the girl ever again I didn't have to and she would get something out of this.

"You're right. I'll just try to enjoy it. Anyways, I really gotta go. Thanks for the heads up," I said just before I turned to go back to the locker room. I heard her say your welcome and I knew she was shaking her head. It seemed she did that a lot when I was around.

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"Where ya been?" I heard as soon as I opened the door to the dressing room I shared with CJ.

"I was just talking to Ames. She told me that they decided on the winner and that the girl has a request," I told the blonde man in front of me. Man, was I really regretting the agreement I had made to go on this date.

"Oh really? What exactly is her request?"

"Prom."

"Oh, sounds like you have one of the uncool ones."

"Yeah," I said. My mind was drifting to what she might look like. I was hoping she wouldn't be anything like what my mind was screaming. The image was terrible. I suppose Chris noticed my distress because soon after I drifted I heard his voice say, "It's only one night."

"I know, but it really isn't making this any easier."

"It isn't supposed to. It's just a reminder. No matter how bad it is, it will all be over by the next morning," Chris said as he laced his boots. I sat down and began to take off my street clothes so I could put on my ring gear. I knew he was just as right as Ames had been.

"Let's go," CJ said breaking the silence that had consumed the last few moments. I nodded and we headed to the gorilla. My music blared and I headed out. It wasn't long before his did the same and the match began.

After the fifteen minute battle where I managed to get the fall we headed to the showers. It was time to forget the date temporarily and get ready for the Fozzy show. I couldn't wait to get there and relax for a while. After all I would soon be doing something I had a feeling I was going to regret for a long time.

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The day of the date approached more quickly than I thought it would, but I was no longer dreading it. I had began to think of it as a way to meet a fan of mine and possibly give something back to her as I knew she had given a lot to me.

I had just awakened when I heard a knock at the door of my hotel room. I knew who it was, Amy. She had offered to help me get ready, for this I was grateful. I knew little about prom except for the fact that it is a formal event… Not exactly my area.

"Hey," I said as I moved out of the way so she could come in.

"Just wake up," she asked looking me over.

"Yeah, a minute ago."

"Get a shower... we need to get a move on."

"Sure thing," I said as I grabbed my clothes and hit the bathroom. I showered quickly then shaved. I dressed quickly then exited the steamy room. She looked at me and smiled.

"Well, it's good to see you're clean," she said grinning. I rolled my eyes. "Ok, now we need to fix your hair and pluck those eyebrows."

"Yay," I said sarcastically. She grabbed my arm and dragged me back into the room I had just left.

"Where are your tweezers?"

"In there," I said pointing to a shaving kit that sat on the counter. She quickly grabbed the device and told me to sit down. I decided that I should make this as painless as possible so I made my way to the bed and sat down. She followed and quickly began the torture session. I still think I should have just gotten them waxed...

After she finished the torture she pulled me back into the bathroom. She stared at me for a moment then nodded decisively. She grabbed a blow dryer and told me to sit down again. This time I grabbed a chair from the other room, brought it into the bathroom, and sat down. She blow dried my hair quickly then pulled it into a low pony tail.

"Whaddo ya think," she asked with her head tilted to the side.

"Works for me," I said. "What do you think? I mean, think she'll like it?"

"I'm sure she will," the red head spoke quietly. "Well, we really need to go find a tux for you."

"Yeah," I said. I definitely did not like that word. She sensed this quickly, but I think she mistook it for me not being willing to go at all. After all I had not told her about my change of heart.

"Punker, if you don't enjoy the date I'll take you on a date."

"You better watch out, I might take you up on that offer," I said to my closest friend in the company. She laughed.

"Ames, it doesn't bother me anymore. I'm just gonna go and show the girl a good time, no matter how much I hate the idea of prom."

"I'm glad. Who knows you may have a good time too. If you don't my offer is still valid." I nodded.

"Well then, let's get this whole tux thing over with." She nodded in agreement. I could tell she was going to hate this just as much as I was.

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"So, you like?"

"Yeap," Amy said with a smile on her face. I knew it was partly from the thought of me in a tux and partly from the fact that we could go back to the hotel for a while and relax. I ducked back into the dressing room and changed back into my own clothes which were a whole lot more comfortable. I came back out. She grabbed the suit as I searched for my wallet. I paid quickly and we darted for the exit. Our hopes of making a quick exit were dashed as we heard screams and pleas for autographs.

After about fifteen minutes we had finished signing and taking pictures with the fans. We finally got to exit the mall. It had become much harder to do simple things with out being bombarded by fans since I had made it to the WWE. I supposed it was worth it though. I was finally making a decent living for the first time since I started wrestling.

Amy volunteered to drive back to the hotel. As I rode I thought about the night ahead of me. I knew I had to be at her house by 5:30 because the photographer started taking pictures at 6:00 pm. I was quite thankful that it was only 3 pm.

"Ames?"

"Yes?"

"Can we drop by a florist?"

"Sure, Punker," she said. She pulled into a gas station and ran in. She returned with the directions to the nearest florist. We headed there quickly. Ames suggested a single rose as I stared at the books of arrangements before me. I agreed. So I selected a beautiful white rose with pink tips for the girl I would soon meet.

We re-entered the rental car. She looked over at me after I buckled my seat belt. "Good choice, Punker," she said to me with a smile on her face before she started the car. I returned her smile. It was really nice to have her around. We arrived at the hotel a couple minutes later. When we arrived we decided to sit around and listen to music for a while. It was very relaxing.

At fifteen 'til five she told me to get dressed and that she would call the limo driver and tell him to get to the hotel. I slipped into the bathroom and changed quickly. After I dressed she walked me down to the lobby of the hotel and wished me luck. I hugged her and thanked her for her help then headed out the door.

"Mr. Brooks are you ready," the driver asked. I nodded and smiled at him. He quickly opened the door. I climbed inside the vehicle. I heard the door close behind me. I put a CD in the CD player and leaned back into the seat. I drifted into thought. I silently wondered if I would enjoy the date or if it would be my worst nightmare. I looked out the window and continued to think about whether or not we would even get along. I was snapped back to reality when the limo came to a stop in front of a nice two story house.