Timeless Love Forever

TITLE: Timeless Love Forever Chapter Three?

AUTHOR: Juliet3:16
EMAIL: R
CONTENT: VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE, CHARACTER DEATH
CATEGORY: ADULT, DRAMA, ANGST
SPOILERS: SURVIVOR SERIES 2000.
SUMMARY: SURVIVOR SERIES 2000 changed Stephanie's life forever. Twenty years
later Stephanie's life is turned upside down again.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the World Wrestling Federation and it's superstars.
Therefore I make no money off of this, so please don't sue me.
DISTRIBUTION: the Realm. Anyone else please ask.

Timeless Love Forever

Chapter Three

An unlikely Friendship.

Toby grunted as he hit the mat. It had been two weeks since he had signed his contract and at least a week since he had reported to OVW. He had known by reputation that the OVW trainers were tough, but he had underestimated how tough. The trainers, while fair, were hard on the prospective WWF hopefuls. They took an "unlearn what you've learned" approach that was straight out of 80's movies.

Toby sat down on the bench to grab a quick drink of water. A big beefy guy came toward him.

"Aw, training too tough for ya, indy guy?"

Toby looked up at the man with his best "Don't mess with me," look.

"Aw, what, no witty comebacks from the indy baby?"

"Don't you have other people to annoy Court?" Toby asked.

Court or the Court as he liked to gimmick himself as, had been at OVW for almost four years. The guy liked to intimidate anybody who had been there for less than he had. He also tended to goad other trainees into starting fights with him as he knew that those that started fights could kiss their WWF dreams good bye.

"Oh, nice shot. I'm so wounded," the beefy man said, taking another step closer to Toby.

"Hey Courtney!" another voice called out, forcing Toby and Court to look for the newcomer. If somebody could be both stout and lanky, Toby thought, This would be it.

"Gunn wants you for more drills," the man told Court.

"Now," he ground out when Court did not seem inclined to leave his current spot.

Court glared at the man, glared at Toby, and then turned to leave, though not without a parting shot at Toby.

"This is not over Indy," he spat out before walking away.

"It is today," Toby muttered, knowing that if Gunn really wanted Court for drills, then it would be an hour or two before he would be free to stir up trouble again.

"Thanks," Toby said to the man, "though I thought I was handling him pretty well."

"Oh, I admit you were handling it a lot better than half the others he's bated in the past. I just thought I'd intercede before he tried to actually incite a fight. Plus, Gunn really did want him for extra drills. I'm Daniel, by the way."

"Toby," he replied, shaking Daniel's proffered hand. "Daniel. He you wouldn't be Chris Benoit's son by any chance?"

The other man looked as if he was embarrassed; as if he had been caught doing something wrong.

"Got me," Daniel said softly. "He is my father, though I try not to say it too loudly, not just because of Courtney."

"What? Old man doesn't know?" Toby asked.

"Nah, my Dad knows," Daniel explained, "not too happy about it, but he knows. It's just that the current ownership has a thing against second and beyond generations of wrestlers, so we don't broadcast our parentage too loudly."

Toby nodded. He heard stories of people from wrestling families not getting called up to the main show or more being conveniently injured while training in OVW. So while most knew who the second and beyond generation wrestling hopefuls were, nobody really wanted to make a big deal over it.

"Hey, why did you call him Courtney?" Toby asked Daniel.

"Cause it's his name," Daniel quipped, causing Toby to choke on the water he had been drinking.

"You're shitting right?"

"Nope," Benoit explained, "his full name is Courtney Spencer. He hates it when somebody uses that, but can't retaliate because of the first punch rule."

"Dude, mind if I try that?" Toby asked.

"Be my guest," Daniel allowed, "if more people did that, we might still have about half the people that have walked through here in the last couple of years."

"Benoit, McGuire, you're up for drills," Billy Gunn's voice bellowed out.

Daniel rolled his eyes. "Come on. We don't want to keep the taskmasters waiting. Hey me and a couple of other's are going to D'Angelos tonight to unwind. Wanna come?"

Toby considered. The most he had done since he had arrived at OVW was look at video tapes of others both here and those who had wrestled in the past. A night out could not hurt much.

"Sure," Toby replied.

Daniel smiled a toothy grin that spoke of his relative youth and very little of his legendary father.

"Great!" the younger Benoit replied. "Seven sound good?"

"Sounds good," Toby agreed, as the two burgeoning friends raced to make their drills before Billy Gunn could call out for them again.

More soon!