Author's Note: Oh... oh... oh.... LOL... guess who's next... *big smile*
(that's for Heather)... Heather and I worked on this chap together, so if
you don't like it, it's her fault *points to Heather*... LOL... I'm just
kiddin'... anyway, I hope you DO like it...
Chapter 9: The Next Big Meat Head
Raechel was driving now, well driving isn't exactly the word for it. She was FLYING down the road. Heather was grinning from ear-to-ear in the passenger seat. Amanda was sitting in between them. Heather smirked, "Are we there yet?" Amanda and Raechel looked over at Heather; she grinned, "Are we there yet?" Rae shook her head, "No," she said through clenched teeth. Heather had been asking that since they left that morning. It was starting to get on Amanda and Raechel's nerves. Thank God, they didn't have much further.
The five pulled up in front of Brock Lesnar's house, Heather was now in the driver's seat with Raechel next to her, and Amanda in the passenger seat. Heather sighed and looked over at Rae and Amanda. "I can't go in there," she said softly. Amanda and Rae each sighed. "Yeah, you can chica." Raechel said as she put her hand on Heather's shoulder. Heather shook her head, "You two go, I'll stay here." "No," the two girls said in unison. "What? Please, don't make me go in there." Rae shook her head, "Get out of this damn car. Now." She said sternly. "Damn you." Heather said climbing out and mumbling 'hot head'. "I heard that." Rae grinned. "Think they'll be okay?" Amanda nodded towards the bed of the truck. "They'll be fine, we need to get meat head." Rae laughed, whicch earned a glare from Heather. "Can we just forget about him?" Heather went to get in the truck again. Amanda and Rae each grabbed one of her arms. The three walked slowly to the front door. Rae and Amanda practically dragged Heather. Once they were on his front porch Rae grinned and started banging on the door. Heather quickly turned around and faced the truck. "I cant believe you did that," Heather mumbled. She heard the door open and froze. 'Fuck,' Heather thought. Rae smiled when she saw Brock open the door and eye the three beauties. "Hi, I'm Raechel, this is Amanda, and this over here is Heather." Rae said pulling her over so Brock could see her. Heather didn't look up and meet his gaze. "She's shy around new people." Amanda laughed. Heather 'accidentally' stepped on her foot. "Anyway, excuse the children," Rae grinned. "Um," Rae thought quickly, "Can we use your phone?" Brock looked at them oddly. "Why?" Rae looked confused for a minute. "It started to stall down the road and we pulled into the first driveway, which happened to be yours. Now it wont start," Heather cut in finally. Rae and Amanda both nodded quickly, "Yeah, our truck, she means," Raechel clarified. Brock sighed. "You don't need a phone. Let me take a look at it," Brock started out the door. "NO!" Rae put her hands up. "Just let me call my Dad. Please." She didn't want him to hear the guys. Brock looked at the girls and finally moved so they could enter. They walked in slowly and looked around. Brock pointed to a door. "Phone is in there. Don't touch anything," he said looking at Rae. "Ok, whatever," she said nonchalantly.
Brock watched as she walked into the room and closed the door. He turned back to the other two. Both were eyeing pictures on his wall. He walked over and stood behind them. Heather knew this and took it upon herself to mention the WWE. "You were an awesome wrestler," she said softly. Brock looked surprised that she knew who he was. Heather laughed and didn't turn around, "Don't be surprised, I knew who you were. But, why you quit the WWE is beyond me." "Personal reasons," Brock said trying not to show his anger. Heather looked up at him, "It was totally unexpected, and I don't get it." Brock now spoke through clenched teeth, "I told you, personal reasons." Amanda looked at him, "You know, Heather's a big fan, couldn't you just tell her?" Brock scowled, "I don't..." Heather and Amanda both went wide-eyed when they saw Raechel come out into the room. Rae glared at Brock and he turned around, feeling her staring at him. Brock eyed her oddly, unsure why she looked so pissed, "What's your problem?" Rae began shaking with anger, "You arrogant, son-of-a-bitch! How could you just up and fuckin' leave?! You've got people who've idolized you! You've got people who loved you! Some of 'em still do, why I don't fuckin' know! You fucker!. You know, I have NOT known one person more heartbroken than Heather about you leavin'! You may not give a fuck! But I do! She's like a sister to me! I oughta kick your ass! You fuckin' bitch ass neanderthal..." Before she could finish, Heather cut in, "Rae!" Raechel looked at her oddly; Heather sighed "Stop. Now," she said glaring at her. Heather looked at Brock nervously. She could tell he was going to blow, "She has mood swings, ya know that time of the month." Raechel looked over at Heather, "Like hell I'm gonna fuckin' let him off, this asshole has it comin'!" Brock looked at Rae harshly, "Asshole?!" Raechel ignored him and continued, "And after what he's done to you, he deserves a lot more than what I wanna say!" "What the hell have I done to her," Brock growled as he looked back and forth between the three girls. Heather started to get nervous as he stared at her. "Nothing, Brock. Look, we'll be leaving-" Heather started but got cut of by Rae. Raechel glared at Brock, "You son-of-a-bitch! You don't get it do you?! Fans are more than just people who cheer for you! A lot of 'em love you! And I do not know anyone who has loved you more than Heather! You killed her when you left! She's totally different now! She's not the same, and it's your fault!" Heather closed her eyes as she felt tears start to come. Brock was now staring at her intently. She shook her head and walked out the door, with Amanda right behind her. Rae growled and, "You're lucky. Just because Heather loves you so much, I won't run you down with my truck." Brock watched her go and sighed, he was starting to feel a little guiltly.
Raechel grumbled as she followed Heather and Amanda outside, "That fuckin' asshole." She looked over her shoulder and glared at the house. She didn't even notice that she bumped into Heather. Heather turned and looked at her, "Thanks a fucking lot Rae!" "What," Rae asked with her hands on her hips. "You practically fuckin' embarrassed me in there!" Heather shook her head and tried not to cry. "Heather, I'm sorry, it's just, ever since he left you've been really weird," Rae said as Heather started to walk away, Rae grabbed her arm, "You barley talk, you don't go out anymore! And I hate it! Stop letting him ruin your damn life," Rae said, really sincere but irritated at the same time. Heather sighed and looked at Rae, "I can't help it." Before Raechel could respond, a loud, screeching voice called from behind them, "Hey!" All three turned to see Rena, otherwise known as Sable, who they all hated, come storming toward them. Amanda grimaced, "Ooh bitch, you better back off!" Rae and Heather looked at Amanda, worried. Amanda had been waiting for so long to get her hands on Rena, so had Heather, but Amanda, well, she was ready to go, right now. Heather and Amanda stepped toward Rena as she approached. Amanda went off, "Rena, you think you're so fucking special don't you? Well I have news for you, you plastic silicone filled, botox lifted barbie doll wannabe fucking whore! For someone who didn't want to show her tits and ass in '99 when you were in the company the first time, you sure as fucking shit didn't have a problem showing your fucking cunt in Playboy!" Raechel's jaw dropped and the corners of her mouth turned into a smile, "Damn Chica!" She and Heather both started laughing as Amanda was still seething. Rena looked at her, apalled and astounded. Heather glared at Rena as Amanda tried to keep her cool and not kill Rena right there. Heather placed her hand on Amanda's shoulder, "What do you want skank," she asked grinning mischeviously. Heather quickly looked away when she saw Brock come up behind Rena. Rae stepped forward to join her friends; she glared at Brock, "You better keep out of this!" Brock smirked as she joined Rena, "What are YOU going to do?" Raechel smirked, deviously, "Oh, you don't wanna know." "Oh yeah and what are you gonna do?" Heather asked, her voice cold. Which shocked the hell out of everyone. Before Brock could reply Rena cut in, "Listen you three bitches," Raechel's dark eyes went wide, "Who are YOU callin' a bitch?!" Rena got really irritated and ignored Rae, "I don't see where you get off, just showing up here, and acting like you fucking own the place," Rena growled. The three girls all grinned deviously and looked at each other. Rena went to slap Heather, but she ducked out of the way, and came up to punch her right in the face. Rae cheered, "Atta girl Heather, just like I taught ya!" Heather and Amanda then pounced on Rena and began to pummel her. Brock went to grab them off her, but Rae punched him right in the face. Brock looked up at Rae, hate burning in his blue eyes, "You little bitch!" Raechel grinned and shook her head, "No, that's Amanda, I'm hot head!" As Amanda, and Heather double teamed Rena, Brock tackled Rae to the ground. She smirked and kneed him in the balls. Brock yelped and rolled off her. Raechel smiled as she jumped up, "That's right, bitch!" She was about to stomp on him when there was a sound from the truck. All three girls stopped and looked. "What the hell..." Rae trailed off as they started to approach the vehicle. Before they walked off Heather turned and gave Rena a stiff kick in the ribs. "Serves ya right, bitch." Heather smirked and caught up with the girls. Brock was still on the ground, recovering from the hard knee shot to his nuts. Raechel peered into the back of the truck and saw John and Randy trying to get out of their bounds. Raechel looked over at her friends, "I think they're lonely." Heather and Amanda followed Rae's gaze to where Brock was laying on the ground. She grinned deviously, "Alright, let's get 'im." "We get him," Heather asked excitedly. Rae and Amanda laughed, "Yes," they said in unison. They all walked over and stood in a cricle above him. Raechel grinned, "Well, Brock, seems like it's your lucky day." Brock looked up at the three of them, nervously.
Rae, Heather, and Amanda leaned against the side of the truck. Raechel started laughing as she tried to catch her breath, "That sumbitch is heavy!" Heather and Amanda started laughing and nodded. Rae worked her right knee a little, "Ah, fuckin' thing." Heather and Amanda looked at her, worried. Raechel smirked, "It'll be alright." She lit a cigarette and sighed, before grinning at the curled body of Rena on the ground, "Look at her, layin' there like a pile of trash." The other two nodded in agreement. Amanda looked over at Raechel, "What should we do with her?" Rae shrugged as she exhaled, "Leave 'er. The rain'll wash her away." The three girls laughed as they got into the truck.
Author's Note: Well, whatcha think... REVIEW!!!!!!
Chapter 9: The Next Big Meat Head
Raechel was driving now, well driving isn't exactly the word for it. She was FLYING down the road. Heather was grinning from ear-to-ear in the passenger seat. Amanda was sitting in between them. Heather smirked, "Are we there yet?" Amanda and Raechel looked over at Heather; she grinned, "Are we there yet?" Rae shook her head, "No," she said through clenched teeth. Heather had been asking that since they left that morning. It was starting to get on Amanda and Raechel's nerves. Thank God, they didn't have much further.
The five pulled up in front of Brock Lesnar's house, Heather was now in the driver's seat with Raechel next to her, and Amanda in the passenger seat. Heather sighed and looked over at Rae and Amanda. "I can't go in there," she said softly. Amanda and Rae each sighed. "Yeah, you can chica." Raechel said as she put her hand on Heather's shoulder. Heather shook her head, "You two go, I'll stay here." "No," the two girls said in unison. "What? Please, don't make me go in there." Rae shook her head, "Get out of this damn car. Now." She said sternly. "Damn you." Heather said climbing out and mumbling 'hot head'. "I heard that." Rae grinned. "Think they'll be okay?" Amanda nodded towards the bed of the truck. "They'll be fine, we need to get meat head." Rae laughed, whicch earned a glare from Heather. "Can we just forget about him?" Heather went to get in the truck again. Amanda and Rae each grabbed one of her arms. The three walked slowly to the front door. Rae and Amanda practically dragged Heather. Once they were on his front porch Rae grinned and started banging on the door. Heather quickly turned around and faced the truck. "I cant believe you did that," Heather mumbled. She heard the door open and froze. 'Fuck,' Heather thought. Rae smiled when she saw Brock open the door and eye the three beauties. "Hi, I'm Raechel, this is Amanda, and this over here is Heather." Rae said pulling her over so Brock could see her. Heather didn't look up and meet his gaze. "She's shy around new people." Amanda laughed. Heather 'accidentally' stepped on her foot. "Anyway, excuse the children," Rae grinned. "Um," Rae thought quickly, "Can we use your phone?" Brock looked at them oddly. "Why?" Rae looked confused for a minute. "It started to stall down the road and we pulled into the first driveway, which happened to be yours. Now it wont start," Heather cut in finally. Rae and Amanda both nodded quickly, "Yeah, our truck, she means," Raechel clarified. Brock sighed. "You don't need a phone. Let me take a look at it," Brock started out the door. "NO!" Rae put her hands up. "Just let me call my Dad. Please." She didn't want him to hear the guys. Brock looked at the girls and finally moved so they could enter. They walked in slowly and looked around. Brock pointed to a door. "Phone is in there. Don't touch anything," he said looking at Rae. "Ok, whatever," she said nonchalantly.
Brock watched as she walked into the room and closed the door. He turned back to the other two. Both were eyeing pictures on his wall. He walked over and stood behind them. Heather knew this and took it upon herself to mention the WWE. "You were an awesome wrestler," she said softly. Brock looked surprised that she knew who he was. Heather laughed and didn't turn around, "Don't be surprised, I knew who you were. But, why you quit the WWE is beyond me." "Personal reasons," Brock said trying not to show his anger. Heather looked up at him, "It was totally unexpected, and I don't get it." Brock now spoke through clenched teeth, "I told you, personal reasons." Amanda looked at him, "You know, Heather's a big fan, couldn't you just tell her?" Brock scowled, "I don't..." Heather and Amanda both went wide-eyed when they saw Raechel come out into the room. Rae glared at Brock and he turned around, feeling her staring at him. Brock eyed her oddly, unsure why she looked so pissed, "What's your problem?" Rae began shaking with anger, "You arrogant, son-of-a-bitch! How could you just up and fuckin' leave?! You've got people who've idolized you! You've got people who loved you! Some of 'em still do, why I don't fuckin' know! You fucker!. You know, I have NOT known one person more heartbroken than Heather about you leavin'! You may not give a fuck! But I do! She's like a sister to me! I oughta kick your ass! You fuckin' bitch ass neanderthal..." Before she could finish, Heather cut in, "Rae!" Raechel looked at her oddly; Heather sighed "Stop. Now," she said glaring at her. Heather looked at Brock nervously. She could tell he was going to blow, "She has mood swings, ya know that time of the month." Raechel looked over at Heather, "Like hell I'm gonna fuckin' let him off, this asshole has it comin'!" Brock looked at Rae harshly, "Asshole?!" Raechel ignored him and continued, "And after what he's done to you, he deserves a lot more than what I wanna say!" "What the hell have I done to her," Brock growled as he looked back and forth between the three girls. Heather started to get nervous as he stared at her. "Nothing, Brock. Look, we'll be leaving-" Heather started but got cut of by Rae. Raechel glared at Brock, "You son-of-a-bitch! You don't get it do you?! Fans are more than just people who cheer for you! A lot of 'em love you! And I do not know anyone who has loved you more than Heather! You killed her when you left! She's totally different now! She's not the same, and it's your fault!" Heather closed her eyes as she felt tears start to come. Brock was now staring at her intently. She shook her head and walked out the door, with Amanda right behind her. Rae growled and, "You're lucky. Just because Heather loves you so much, I won't run you down with my truck." Brock watched her go and sighed, he was starting to feel a little guiltly.
Raechel grumbled as she followed Heather and Amanda outside, "That fuckin' asshole." She looked over her shoulder and glared at the house. She didn't even notice that she bumped into Heather. Heather turned and looked at her, "Thanks a fucking lot Rae!" "What," Rae asked with her hands on her hips. "You practically fuckin' embarrassed me in there!" Heather shook her head and tried not to cry. "Heather, I'm sorry, it's just, ever since he left you've been really weird," Rae said as Heather started to walk away, Rae grabbed her arm, "You barley talk, you don't go out anymore! And I hate it! Stop letting him ruin your damn life," Rae said, really sincere but irritated at the same time. Heather sighed and looked at Rae, "I can't help it." Before Raechel could respond, a loud, screeching voice called from behind them, "Hey!" All three turned to see Rena, otherwise known as Sable, who they all hated, come storming toward them. Amanda grimaced, "Ooh bitch, you better back off!" Rae and Heather looked at Amanda, worried. Amanda had been waiting for so long to get her hands on Rena, so had Heather, but Amanda, well, she was ready to go, right now. Heather and Amanda stepped toward Rena as she approached. Amanda went off, "Rena, you think you're so fucking special don't you? Well I have news for you, you plastic silicone filled, botox lifted barbie doll wannabe fucking whore! For someone who didn't want to show her tits and ass in '99 when you were in the company the first time, you sure as fucking shit didn't have a problem showing your fucking cunt in Playboy!" Raechel's jaw dropped and the corners of her mouth turned into a smile, "Damn Chica!" She and Heather both started laughing as Amanda was still seething. Rena looked at her, apalled and astounded. Heather glared at Rena as Amanda tried to keep her cool and not kill Rena right there. Heather placed her hand on Amanda's shoulder, "What do you want skank," she asked grinning mischeviously. Heather quickly looked away when she saw Brock come up behind Rena. Rae stepped forward to join her friends; she glared at Brock, "You better keep out of this!" Brock smirked as she joined Rena, "What are YOU going to do?" Raechel smirked, deviously, "Oh, you don't wanna know." "Oh yeah and what are you gonna do?" Heather asked, her voice cold. Which shocked the hell out of everyone. Before Brock could reply Rena cut in, "Listen you three bitches," Raechel's dark eyes went wide, "Who are YOU callin' a bitch?!" Rena got really irritated and ignored Rae, "I don't see where you get off, just showing up here, and acting like you fucking own the place," Rena growled. The three girls all grinned deviously and looked at each other. Rena went to slap Heather, but she ducked out of the way, and came up to punch her right in the face. Rae cheered, "Atta girl Heather, just like I taught ya!" Heather and Amanda then pounced on Rena and began to pummel her. Brock went to grab them off her, but Rae punched him right in the face. Brock looked up at Rae, hate burning in his blue eyes, "You little bitch!" Raechel grinned and shook her head, "No, that's Amanda, I'm hot head!" As Amanda, and Heather double teamed Rena, Brock tackled Rae to the ground. She smirked and kneed him in the balls. Brock yelped and rolled off her. Raechel smiled as she jumped up, "That's right, bitch!" She was about to stomp on him when there was a sound from the truck. All three girls stopped and looked. "What the hell..." Rae trailed off as they started to approach the vehicle. Before they walked off Heather turned and gave Rena a stiff kick in the ribs. "Serves ya right, bitch." Heather smirked and caught up with the girls. Brock was still on the ground, recovering from the hard knee shot to his nuts. Raechel peered into the back of the truck and saw John and Randy trying to get out of their bounds. Raechel looked over at her friends, "I think they're lonely." Heather and Amanda followed Rae's gaze to where Brock was laying on the ground. She grinned deviously, "Alright, let's get 'im." "We get him," Heather asked excitedly. Rae and Amanda laughed, "Yes," they said in unison. They all walked over and stood in a cricle above him. Raechel grinned, "Well, Brock, seems like it's your lucky day." Brock looked up at the three of them, nervously.
Rae, Heather, and Amanda leaned against the side of the truck. Raechel started laughing as she tried to catch her breath, "That sumbitch is heavy!" Heather and Amanda started laughing and nodded. Rae worked her right knee a little, "Ah, fuckin' thing." Heather and Amanda looked at her, worried. Raechel smirked, "It'll be alright." She lit a cigarette and sighed, before grinning at the curled body of Rena on the ground, "Look at her, layin' there like a pile of trash." The other two nodded in agreement. Amanda looked over at Raechel, "What should we do with her?" Rae shrugged as she exhaled, "Leave 'er. The rain'll wash her away." The three girls laughed as they got into the truck.
Author's Note: Well, whatcha think... REVIEW!!!!!!