Title: New Beginnings
Author: Katie
E-mail: PugNTurtle@comcast.net
Rating: PG-13, though it could change (Some bad words/mentions of violence)
Summary: Set in the year 2008. A former member of the WWE returns after a bad
marriage to the place she once called home.
Disclaimer: All characters and their respective counterparts are owned by the
WWE. No harm is meant. The only person I own is John, the little bastard.
Pairings/Characters: Lilian/?, Torrie/?, Trish/?, Lita/?, Stephanie/?
Notes: Feedback is always welcome but not begged for. It's not in my character.
~/~
World Wrestling Entertainment, Incorporated.
The woman tried to slow her racing heart and stop her shaking hands, but it was
pretty much a losing battle. Seeing the sign at the front of the huge building
reminded her of what she was going to do. With a tight smile to the
receptionist, she explained why she was in the office building. With a nod, the
receptionist told her where she could find the office. The place where she might
have to get down on her knees and beg.
Five years ago, she had left. Walked out the door of an arena without any
intent to return.
Though that wasn't exactly the total truth. It wasn't her choice, to be totally
honest. John hadn't really given her much choice that night. In fact, he had all
but dragged her away from the life she knew and was used to. John told Vince
that she was done with the business, that she hated him and being part of it,
which was a total and complete lie.
That wasn't the only thing the son of a bitch did. He ruined any chance of hers
to get a job outside of the house. So, that way she was forced to stay inside
the house, cooking and cleaning for the man she thought she loved.
'But love doesn't involve throwing your wife against the wall and slamming her
head against the wooden floor,' the woman thought bitterly. 'Love doesn't
involve beating your wife so badly that she has a miscarriage.' That incident
happened a year ago, the woman fearful to tell her doctors the truth regarding
the deceased child; rather, she had tripped down the stairs.
Apparently everyone else was stupid or blind. The doctor's believed that little
lie. It seemed like she was the only one who knew the awful truth.
The final night, only a week ago, John had left her in a bloody pool, she had
mustered up all the strength possible to run out of the house, to get as far
away as possible. She had spent two long days and nights holed up in different
hotels, trying to get herself calmed down, for she was fearful that somehow her
husband. or soon to be ex-husband, would find her. When she finally had the
courage, the woman cleared out the savings, relieved that John hadn't done so
himself.
Then, she did something that surprised her. She called the corporate office of
World Wrestling Entertainment, or the WWE. The one place where she had felt
accepted and truly loved because Lord knew her parents didn't really care about
her, her life choices, or anything else that had to do with their daughter. She
balled her fists in anger as she remembered the sound of the phone clicking the
first night away from John, the sound of her mother hanging up the phone before
she could even explain why she was calling.
Luckily, the owner of the powerhouse business had agreed to see her. Everyone
remembered what a hard worker the woman was, that was, until her husband
manipulated the beauty and turned her away.
She was relieved that the owner had agreed to the meeting. She traveled by bus
and train to Connecticut from Texas, a long trip that had tested her wits and
patience. Quite a few times during the long trip she wondered what she was
doing, whether she should just go back to John and withstand his abuse. Then,
she remembered the late night beatings, the harassment, and all the other pain.
It was enough to make the little woman seem even more fragile than she already
seemed.
But that was over. John was done, out of her life as soon as she could get a
lawyer. Now, she stood in front of a door, a simple brass plate hanging that
told her she was at the right spot.
Stephanie McMahon.
Owner of World Wrestling Entertainment, Incorporated.
She raised her hand to knock on the door, taking a deep breath and checking to
make sure that her new business suit that she had bought just hours ago was
still neat after she rapped against the wooden frame. Her bruises from John's
last attack were fading and the long sleeves and pants covered the damage
anyway. She was lucky enough to take a long shower at the hotel she managed to
snag during the main vacation period before arriving at the building. Her
formerly long blonde locks had been cropped to her chin and colored a dark brown
just weeks previously, something John had actually allowed her to do.
Before she could fuss much more, the door swung open, revealing the tired but
still youthful face of Stephanie McMahon.
The woman's breath caught in her throat. Five years ago she had walked out on
this woman's father's business. She had left them stranded. And now, she was
speechless.
Stephanie could tell the woman was tongue tied, so she spoke first after taking
in the little blonde's appearance.
"It's good to see you, Lilian."
Author: Katie
E-mail: PugNTurtle@comcast.net
Rating: PG-13, though it could change (Some bad words/mentions of violence)
Summary: Set in the year 2008. A former member of the WWE returns after a bad
marriage to the place she once called home.
Disclaimer: All characters and their respective counterparts are owned by the
WWE. No harm is meant. The only person I own is John, the little bastard.
Pairings/Characters: Lilian/?, Torrie/?, Trish/?, Lita/?, Stephanie/?
Notes: Feedback is always welcome but not begged for. It's not in my character.
~/~
World Wrestling Entertainment, Incorporated.
The woman tried to slow her racing heart and stop her shaking hands, but it was
pretty much a losing battle. Seeing the sign at the front of the huge building
reminded her of what she was going to do. With a tight smile to the
receptionist, she explained why she was in the office building. With a nod, the
receptionist told her where she could find the office. The place where she might
have to get down on her knees and beg.
Five years ago, she had left. Walked out the door of an arena without any
intent to return.
Though that wasn't exactly the total truth. It wasn't her choice, to be totally
honest. John hadn't really given her much choice that night. In fact, he had all
but dragged her away from the life she knew and was used to. John told Vince
that she was done with the business, that she hated him and being part of it,
which was a total and complete lie.
That wasn't the only thing the son of a bitch did. He ruined any chance of hers
to get a job outside of the house. So, that way she was forced to stay inside
the house, cooking and cleaning for the man she thought she loved.
'But love doesn't involve throwing your wife against the wall and slamming her
head against the wooden floor,' the woman thought bitterly. 'Love doesn't
involve beating your wife so badly that she has a miscarriage.' That incident
happened a year ago, the woman fearful to tell her doctors the truth regarding
the deceased child; rather, she had tripped down the stairs.
Apparently everyone else was stupid or blind. The doctor's believed that little
lie. It seemed like she was the only one who knew the awful truth.
The final night, only a week ago, John had left her in a bloody pool, she had
mustered up all the strength possible to run out of the house, to get as far
away as possible. She had spent two long days and nights holed up in different
hotels, trying to get herself calmed down, for she was fearful that somehow her
husband. or soon to be ex-husband, would find her. When she finally had the
courage, the woman cleared out the savings, relieved that John hadn't done so
himself.
Then, she did something that surprised her. She called the corporate office of
World Wrestling Entertainment, or the WWE. The one place where she had felt
accepted and truly loved because Lord knew her parents didn't really care about
her, her life choices, or anything else that had to do with their daughter. She
balled her fists in anger as she remembered the sound of the phone clicking the
first night away from John, the sound of her mother hanging up the phone before
she could even explain why she was calling.
Luckily, the owner of the powerhouse business had agreed to see her. Everyone
remembered what a hard worker the woman was, that was, until her husband
manipulated the beauty and turned her away.
She was relieved that the owner had agreed to the meeting. She traveled by bus
and train to Connecticut from Texas, a long trip that had tested her wits and
patience. Quite a few times during the long trip she wondered what she was
doing, whether she should just go back to John and withstand his abuse. Then,
she remembered the late night beatings, the harassment, and all the other pain.
It was enough to make the little woman seem even more fragile than she already
seemed.
But that was over. John was done, out of her life as soon as she could get a
lawyer. Now, she stood in front of a door, a simple brass plate hanging that
told her she was at the right spot.
Stephanie McMahon.
Owner of World Wrestling Entertainment, Incorporated.
She raised her hand to knock on the door, taking a deep breath and checking to
make sure that her new business suit that she had bought just hours ago was
still neat after she rapped against the wooden frame. Her bruises from John's
last attack were fading and the long sleeves and pants covered the damage
anyway. She was lucky enough to take a long shower at the hotel she managed to
snag during the main vacation period before arriving at the building. Her
formerly long blonde locks had been cropped to her chin and colored a dark brown
just weeks previously, something John had actually allowed her to do.
Before she could fuss much more, the door swung open, revealing the tired but
still youthful face of Stephanie McMahon.
The woman's breath caught in her throat. Five years ago she had walked out on
this woman's father's business. She had left them stranded. And now, she was
speechless.
Stephanie could tell the woman was tongue tied, so she spoke first after taking
in the little blonde's appearance.
"It's good to see you, Lilian."