Author's Note: Thanks to Amanda for help with this chap ... and to Heather
for the idea at the end ... hope ya'll enjoy .. oh, sorry I haven't updated
in so long, had some writer's block, and my comp was bein retarded ...
again, enjoy ...
Chapter 32: Permission
Amanda and Rae were heading down to John's locker room, hoping to find Heather in there. "What happened with her? I figured she would have been happy that I didn't bitch her out for using his name." Rae said, as she tried to light a cigarette. "I know. Hell it even shocked me. I just don't understand why she's still hung up on him." Amanda said, looking over at her friend. "Well, we don't have to worry about that god damn son of a bitch anymore." Rae said, as they got to the locker room. Rae and Amanda looked around in the locker room, no Heather. Amanda sighed and looked at Rae as she thoughtfully rubbed the filter of her cigarette with her thumb, "Where the fuck is she?" Rae shrugged as she replaced the cigarette in her mouth, "I dunno." Amanda sighed, "Where else would she have gone?" Rae perked up, "To pay a certain Diva a visit?" Amanda shook her head, "Not while she's pregnant." Rae looked at her, "You sure about that?" Amanda nodded, "I don't think she would endanger her child." Rae smirked, "Who said anything about fightin?" Amanda sighed as Rae walked out of the locker room, "Shit."
While Amanda and Rae were walking through the halls looking for Heather, she was on her own search, for a certain blonde slut. "Just the bitch I was looking for." Heather said, when she spotted Rena down by the gorilla. "What the fuck do you want?" Rena asked, turning around to face one of the girls who locked her in the basement. "Well I just wanted to let you know that Brock is a free man again. I'm sure he'll take you back." Heather said, as Rena just smirked at her. "Yeah, but you know what. I've had him this whole time. You didn't actually think he was true to you, did you?" Rena said, as Heather drew her fist back, and punched her in the face. "You bitch!" Rena shouted, even though it was a bit muffled, since her hand was trying to stop the blood from her nose. "Well, it takes one to know one. However, I can introduce you to a bigger bitch than me." Heather answered, as Amanda and Rae turned down the hall towards them. Heather spotted her friends over her shoulder and then snapped her attention back to Rena, "Fucking whore!" Amanda grabbed Heather by her shoulders, "Come on chica." Heather reluctantly agreed and Rae watched as Amanda led Heather away. Rena growled from behind her, "That stupid fucking bitch, I swear to God, wait until Brock ... " Rae spun around, "What?!" Rena whimpered when she saw the hate burning in Rae's dark eyes. Rae walked over and glared at Rena, "Mention a word of this, and may God help you." Rena smirked as she removed her hand from her face, "You won't do a damn thing." Raechel growled at her, "Don't test me skank." Rena glared at Rae, refusing to back down. Rae smirked smugly, "Don't even think of challenging me bitch. Look at what happened to that worthless piece of shit." Rena went to slap Rae, but she caught her arm. Rae twisted Rena's arm behind her back, forced her to the floor and drove her knee between her shoulders, "Move an inch and I snap your arm!" By now, others had gathered around and were watching. John pushed his way through the others, and cautiously approached Rae, "Rae, come on." Rae applied more pressure to Rena's arm, "You say a thing to Brock, and I'll kill you," she promised, only loud enough for Rena to hear. She then released her hold and stood up, "I fuckin mean it." She and John then walked through the crowd. Rena sat up and watched the burnette leave, a plan forming in her mind.
Amanda and Heather followed John and Rae back to their locker room. "Heather, what in the fuckin hell possessed you to go and find her tonight," Amanda asked, as they kept walking. "I just wanted to let the fuckin whore know that she can have Brock back," Heather said, a little less than convincingly. "Heather, I am sick and tired of you fuckin bull shittin us. Just be honest with me and Rae. We know you're miserable, and we understand that you still love him, maybe not how he is now, but what he used to be," Amanda said, putting a comforting arm around her friend's shoulder. "I'm just so scared. I mean, pretty soon, I'm going to be a mom. I still have a psycho husband who will try his damndest to find me," Heather said, tears forming in her eyes. "Heather Michelle. You know that John, Rae, Randy, and I won't let that self-righteous bastard get near you or Rayne ever again," Amanda said, as they entered the locker room. Rae punched the wall, and didn't even flinch, "I swear that fuckin whore," she growled as she looked at her busted knuckles. Amanda sighed and shook her head, "Not now Rae." Rae turned sharply and looked at Amanda, "That bitch needs to die, along with ..." She stopped herself and looked at Heather, apologetically, "Sorry chica." She sighed heavily and looked over at John, "Could you leave us alone?" John nodded, "Sure." He kissed Rae gently on the cheek before walking out. Rae looked at Heather, "Chica, I know you love him and all, but after all he's done to you, I don't understand how." Heather shot Amanda a harsh look and then stormed out of the locker room.
Rae and Amanda were walking though the halls, once again looking for Heather. Rae fumbled in her pocket and pulled out her pack of cigarettes, "What the fuck is wrong with her," she asked as she put one in her mouth. Amanda shrugged as she held out her hand, "I don't know." Rae rolled her eyes and put a cigarette into Amanda's hand. She handed her the lighter after lighting her own cigarette. Rae froze when she heard the name 'Brock'. She looked at Amanda and put her index finger to her mouth. They walked to the edge of the hall and listened as Matt Morgan was talking with Kurt Angle, "So, I hear that Brock is coming back." Kurt leaned against the wall, it was wonder that neither wrestlers smelled the cigarette smoke being produced by the two womens' cigarrettes, "I heard he's already in the arena." Rae's jaw dropped and her cigarette fell on the floor. Amanda looked at her friend as she nervously picked up her cigarette and replaced it in her mouth, "Amanda, we've gotta fuckin find her." Amanda nodded in agreement and they started off down the hall in search of their friend, praying that they found her before Brock did.
Heather was walking through the halls, quickly, wanting to get away from her way overbearing friends. She wasn't mad at THEM, but mad at the way they were acting. She was 22 years old now, and didn't need them to baby her. Heather wasn't paying attention when she rounded a corner and ran smack into a hard body. She stumbled backwards and placed her hand on her stomach. She looked up into those familiar, cold blue eyes, "Brock," she stammered. He looked at her and grinned evilly.
Author's Note: That was just for you Amanda ... I know you LOVE cliffhangers ... HA! ... as for the rest of you, well, Brock is back ... *digs out 12 gauge* ... let him try something ... REVIEW while I find some more ammo ...
Chapter 32: Permission
Amanda and Rae were heading down to John's locker room, hoping to find Heather in there. "What happened with her? I figured she would have been happy that I didn't bitch her out for using his name." Rae said, as she tried to light a cigarette. "I know. Hell it even shocked me. I just don't understand why she's still hung up on him." Amanda said, looking over at her friend. "Well, we don't have to worry about that god damn son of a bitch anymore." Rae said, as they got to the locker room. Rae and Amanda looked around in the locker room, no Heather. Amanda sighed and looked at Rae as she thoughtfully rubbed the filter of her cigarette with her thumb, "Where the fuck is she?" Rae shrugged as she replaced the cigarette in her mouth, "I dunno." Amanda sighed, "Where else would she have gone?" Rae perked up, "To pay a certain Diva a visit?" Amanda shook her head, "Not while she's pregnant." Rae looked at her, "You sure about that?" Amanda nodded, "I don't think she would endanger her child." Rae smirked, "Who said anything about fightin?" Amanda sighed as Rae walked out of the locker room, "Shit."
While Amanda and Rae were walking through the halls looking for Heather, she was on her own search, for a certain blonde slut. "Just the bitch I was looking for." Heather said, when she spotted Rena down by the gorilla. "What the fuck do you want?" Rena asked, turning around to face one of the girls who locked her in the basement. "Well I just wanted to let you know that Brock is a free man again. I'm sure he'll take you back." Heather said, as Rena just smirked at her. "Yeah, but you know what. I've had him this whole time. You didn't actually think he was true to you, did you?" Rena said, as Heather drew her fist back, and punched her in the face. "You bitch!" Rena shouted, even though it was a bit muffled, since her hand was trying to stop the blood from her nose. "Well, it takes one to know one. However, I can introduce you to a bigger bitch than me." Heather answered, as Amanda and Rae turned down the hall towards them. Heather spotted her friends over her shoulder and then snapped her attention back to Rena, "Fucking whore!" Amanda grabbed Heather by her shoulders, "Come on chica." Heather reluctantly agreed and Rae watched as Amanda led Heather away. Rena growled from behind her, "That stupid fucking bitch, I swear to God, wait until Brock ... " Rae spun around, "What?!" Rena whimpered when she saw the hate burning in Rae's dark eyes. Rae walked over and glared at Rena, "Mention a word of this, and may God help you." Rena smirked as she removed her hand from her face, "You won't do a damn thing." Raechel growled at her, "Don't test me skank." Rena glared at Rae, refusing to back down. Rae smirked smugly, "Don't even think of challenging me bitch. Look at what happened to that worthless piece of shit." Rena went to slap Rae, but she caught her arm. Rae twisted Rena's arm behind her back, forced her to the floor and drove her knee between her shoulders, "Move an inch and I snap your arm!" By now, others had gathered around and were watching. John pushed his way through the others, and cautiously approached Rae, "Rae, come on." Rae applied more pressure to Rena's arm, "You say a thing to Brock, and I'll kill you," she promised, only loud enough for Rena to hear. She then released her hold and stood up, "I fuckin mean it." She and John then walked through the crowd. Rena sat up and watched the burnette leave, a plan forming in her mind.
Amanda and Heather followed John and Rae back to their locker room. "Heather, what in the fuckin hell possessed you to go and find her tonight," Amanda asked, as they kept walking. "I just wanted to let the fuckin whore know that she can have Brock back," Heather said, a little less than convincingly. "Heather, I am sick and tired of you fuckin bull shittin us. Just be honest with me and Rae. We know you're miserable, and we understand that you still love him, maybe not how he is now, but what he used to be," Amanda said, putting a comforting arm around her friend's shoulder. "I'm just so scared. I mean, pretty soon, I'm going to be a mom. I still have a psycho husband who will try his damndest to find me," Heather said, tears forming in her eyes. "Heather Michelle. You know that John, Rae, Randy, and I won't let that self-righteous bastard get near you or Rayne ever again," Amanda said, as they entered the locker room. Rae punched the wall, and didn't even flinch, "I swear that fuckin whore," she growled as she looked at her busted knuckles. Amanda sighed and shook her head, "Not now Rae." Rae turned sharply and looked at Amanda, "That bitch needs to die, along with ..." She stopped herself and looked at Heather, apologetically, "Sorry chica." She sighed heavily and looked over at John, "Could you leave us alone?" John nodded, "Sure." He kissed Rae gently on the cheek before walking out. Rae looked at Heather, "Chica, I know you love him and all, but after all he's done to you, I don't understand how." Heather shot Amanda a harsh look and then stormed out of the locker room.
Rae and Amanda were walking though the halls, once again looking for Heather. Rae fumbled in her pocket and pulled out her pack of cigarettes, "What the fuck is wrong with her," she asked as she put one in her mouth. Amanda shrugged as she held out her hand, "I don't know." Rae rolled her eyes and put a cigarette into Amanda's hand. She handed her the lighter after lighting her own cigarette. Rae froze when she heard the name 'Brock'. She looked at Amanda and put her index finger to her mouth. They walked to the edge of the hall and listened as Matt Morgan was talking with Kurt Angle, "So, I hear that Brock is coming back." Kurt leaned against the wall, it was wonder that neither wrestlers smelled the cigarette smoke being produced by the two womens' cigarrettes, "I heard he's already in the arena." Rae's jaw dropped and her cigarette fell on the floor. Amanda looked at her friend as she nervously picked up her cigarette and replaced it in her mouth, "Amanda, we've gotta fuckin find her." Amanda nodded in agreement and they started off down the hall in search of their friend, praying that they found her before Brock did.
Heather was walking through the halls, quickly, wanting to get away from her way overbearing friends. She wasn't mad at THEM, but mad at the way they were acting. She was 22 years old now, and didn't need them to baby her. Heather wasn't paying attention when she rounded a corner and ran smack into a hard body. She stumbled backwards and placed her hand on her stomach. She looked up into those familiar, cold blue eyes, "Brock," she stammered. He looked at her and grinned evilly.
Author's Note: That was just for you Amanda ... I know you LOVE cliffhangers ... HA! ... as for the rest of you, well, Brock is back ... *digs out 12 gauge* ... let him try something ... REVIEW while I find some more ammo ...