A/N: This just popped into my head. I just watched this movie two days in a row and I thought it would be cute if I made it into a story with wrestlers. I do not own anything except for Brooke Chase. I'll shut up now and start writing, or wait I just confused myself. Ok, you're reading.
I've never really lived the fairytale life, but my father always told me that when you dream that's where everything you believe in happens. Being so young, I always used to believe him. That was before Allison. She changed my father's life and got him to marry her. He was always the same person though, he was my best friend and I was his.
It was June 9, three days before my own birthday, when I lost my best friend. Allison had wanted him to go get her something and he did. He wanted to make her happy so he drove fast, very fast. That's when he got into the crash. I could hear the sirens from far away thinking it was one of the many crashes in L.A. To my own dismay, it was my father.
Every night from that day on, all I dreamt about was my father. How could he leave me with this foul woman? He betrayed me, he left me all alone with somebody who didn't care about me. But it wasn't his fault though. It was hers, she wanted something so badly that she rushed him out of the house. Now, I have to live with it to this very day.
My name is Brooke Chase and I'm twenty-three years old. I work for the WWE as a backstage worker and I still obey my step-mother's rules. I have yet been able to get out of her grasp, and I have to do everything for her. Of course she works for the WWE as well, but she never does anything. She gives all her work to me, probably because she's just an old hag. Anyways, this is my story, the story about my life and how I get through. I guess you can call it, A Cinderella Story.
"Brooke, get your ass up now!"
"Mmmm, I'm coming, I'm coming."
"NOW!!!!!!!"
"Ok, ok! Geese." You see, this is what I deal with every day. If you knew what it was like, you'd probably kill yourself.
"You need to get to work pronto!"
"Don't I get to eat breakfast?"
"Oh, I forgot sweetie. Let's just say you had a big dinner, ok. Now go, get to work!"
When I saw her walk far enough away I grabbed a piece of her toast and ran out the door. Since WWE Raw was in my hometown we, I mean I, actually get to stay in my house. Now, let's get back to reality. I walked over to my truck, my F 150 and almost fell as I got into it. Let me just say that I tend to come around as a klutz. I started it up and drove the wonderful fifteen minute drive to the place I call home. Raw was the only place I had that I knew I could survive in. Sure I wasn't a wrestler, but I had been there for so long that I knew almost everybody and all of them befriended me. Thankfully, they all thought the same about my evil step-mother.
I pulled in to the usual spot and jumped out of my truck. As I was walking into the building, the door flew wide open and smacked me right in the face. God, that hurt.
"I am so sorry, are you ok…umm?"
"Brooke, Brooke Chase is the name. Yes I'm fine, and you are?"
"Wait, so you're saying you don't know me? Some one who works for the WWE doesn't even know one of its greatest superstars?"
"Apparently not."
"The names Randy Orton and could you please move. I need to get my cell phone."
"Sure, go get your cell phone Mr. Orton, not that I care."
He just smirked and ran off to his car. I walked into the building, rubbing my head as I was looking for my friend Stacy's room. I walked down the unoccupied hall and turned to the right. With one glance, I saw the name STACY KEIBLER an large letters on a door. I started to walk straight to her room when an arm stopped my from walking. Not again.
"So, where are you off to hot stuff," Triple H asked as he did the once over on me.
"I'm meeting a friend if you don't mind H. Can you please get out of my way." The last thing I wanted to do was even be seen with him. To me and others, he had the worst reputation in the world, so I was glad when he moved and let me be.
I walked over to Stacy's door and knocked as hard as I could to get her attention. When she opened the door I retrieved a happy smile from her.
"You're pretty early Brooke, what's the deal?"
"You know, the wicked witch wanted me to leave early again."
Stacy laughed heartily and let me into her room.
We talked for about ten minutes when she finally asked, "So, are you going to the Raw party for New Years? Everybody's going to dress up into costumes and masks. It'll be like a masquerade, you know, like in Phantom of the Opera."
"I don't know Stace. I mean, who am I going to go with?"
Stacy just gave me a mischievous look and it only took me about a second to know what she was thinking.
"Isn't there that secret admirer that you talk to?"
"First, he is not my secret admirer, secondly, I don't even know who it is."
"He's in the WWE isn't he? Didn't he tell you he worked on Raw? Maybe he'll ask you, or maybe find you at the party and dance with you."
"Whatever Stace. I should know better than to listen to you." I let out a sudden sigh of relief when my cell phone gave a little ding and I knew he who I do not know sent me a text message.
"Gotta go Stacy."
"Of course. Your secret admirer calls to you." Stacy laughed, and I threw a pillow at her before I left.
BoRne2wrEstLe: I missed you
DLGFoReVer: We just talked last night
BoRne2wrEstLe: Well then it just feels like it's been forever
DLGFoReVer: LOL…
BoRne2wrEstLe: I wish I could hear you laugh
DLGFoReVer: Maybe someday you will
BoRne2wrEstLe: Maybe…how about at the Raw party??
DLGFoReVer: Are you asking me to go with you??
BoRne2wrEstLe: Yea…meet me at 11 o'clock in the middle of the dance floor, maybe I'll hear you laugh then
DLGFoReVer: Ok I guess
BoRne2wrEstLe: If I don't see you there, then when will I see you??
DLGFoReVer: Soon!
I sat down on a bench that was on the wall of the hallway (would you ever put a bench in a hallway) and just thought to myself. I was finally going to meet him. I'd been talking to this mystery man for some time now and was getting aggravated because I had wanted to meet him. I hadn't thought of meeting him this soon, but I guess I can live with it.
My thinking was over when the silence in the hall was gone when Stacy walked out of her room. I thought to myself, 'Please leave me alone!'
"So, how'd the chat go??"
I just smiled and looked up at her making her wonder aloud.
"Did he ask her to the dance," I heard her muttering incoherently.
"Yes." I laughed at the sight of her when she looked at me thinking I read her mind. Sometimes blondes do have their moments don't they? I just kept laughing, waiting for the day to be over. Finally, the show started and I waited a full two hours, plus the extra time, to go home.
When I got home, I ran up the stairs to my room quietly. But to my sudden dismay, I tripped over one of the steps and landed with a loud bang.
"Ughh, that hurt."
I saw Allison's bedroom light turn on so I ran as fast as I could to my room and closed the door. I jumped into my bed, pulled the covers over me, and pretended I was sleeping. For a twenty-three year old, you'd think I was a teenager sneaking back into my room.
"Brooke!!!"
A peeked just a little bit and tried to stop from laughing. There she stood, right in front of me in a robe, hair up in those curly thingys, and one of those green masks you put on to make your face look nicer. It was so hard not to laugh. Then, her two twin daughters came in looking just as bad in their little bunny pajamas.
"Is she in trouble," Carly asked.
"I want her to be grounded," squealed Cassy.
As you can tell, they have the IQ of about 0. I just laughed lightly and fell asleep. Tomorrow would be Thursday, and the day after was when the party was. I was so excited that I would finally meet my Prince Charming. Now you see, what I didn't know was that it was somebody very unexpecting.
A/N 2: Kinda boring, but I'm trying to get this whole story put together. Don't know exactly how many chapters there will be, but as long as it's the full story. If you're wondering what Triple H is going to have to do with this, he's that really dorky guy who thinks he's from another planet. But since this is wrestling it's not really going to be like that. Remember…R&R!
