Chapter 14

Lily was startled awake the next morning from shouts coming from the living room. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched, recognizing one fo the voices as John's.

"I told you, she was the one who wanted it. I didn't force her into anything!"

Just from what she heard, Lily knew her father was the source of the other voice. She shook her head, running her fingers through her hair and slowly getting out of bed. She pulled on a pair of John's CG boxers and a white beater and shuffled out f the bedroom.

The two men instantly stopped arguing at her appearance and they watched her as she stretched in the doorway, waiting for her to tell them off.

"Good morning," she smiled, making her way to the kitchen for some coffee.

John and Glen stared at her as she poured herself some Joe and sat down at the dining table.

"How are you feeling?" John asked hesitantly, glancing at Glen nervously.

"Better than ever," Lily smiled. She then glared at her father, "And yes, Dad, I was the one who wanted it. John did not force me into anything. There was no pressure last night."

Glen opened his mouth to yell at his daughter, but gave up at the serious look on her face. HE shrugged, looking defeated, "Alright, you win. You're an adult whether I like it or not. It won't change anything if I yell. Sorry I woke you up, Lil."

"It's okay Daddy. I understand your position. You just want to protect your little girl," Lily smiled, sipping her coffee.

Glen nodded and left the room, leaving John and Lily in silence. He took a seat next to her at the table, resting a hand on her bare thigh.

"Are you still hurting?" he asked softly, squeezing her thigh gently.

"Only a little," she mumbled, all she could feel was the tingle in her leg from his gentle touch.

He nodded, pecking her in the cheek and standing up, "Vince called your cell earlier, and Candice wants a match with you tonight."

Lily was snapped out of her romantic daydreaming at this and her ice eyes shot onto John, "Are you serious? I don't wrestle!"

"That's where I come in," he grinned. "We can hit the ring now and I can teach you the ropes."

"Wait, I still have to accept the match, don't I?"

"I already did that for you," John looked guilty. "I know you hate her and I figured this would be perfect for you to take out your anger on her, instead of covering her in hideous makeup and chocolate stained clothing."

Lily grinned and got to her feet, "Fine, I'll wrestle her, but I might go ECW on her prissy ass."

"How so?"

"I jeep my kendo stick close when I don't like people."

John laughed and pulled Lily into a hug. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her into the bedroom, dropping her onto the bed. She giggled and raced into the bathroom before he could even turn away from the bed.

"You can't beat me!" she laughed behind the door.

"Oh, but I can," John muttered and pushed the door open. Lily shrieked with laughter as she discovered her, hiding behind the shower curtain. He poked her sides and she squealed, jumping away from him to stay out of reach.

"I win," he said shortly, pointing down at the floor while Lily taunted him.

She looked down at the floor and realized she's jumped out fo the bathroom. John shut the door with a smirk and Lily sighed.

"That is SO not fair!"

The two arrived at the arena fitness center to find that it was almost completely empty. John led Lily to the ring set up in the middle of the room and the two climbed in.

"Alright, lets start with the basics," John nodded and commenced in showing her how to hit without causing too much pain and how to react.

A few hours later Lily was as good as a pro. A small crowd had gathered around at ringside to watch the two practice. John had begun to teach her different offensive moves as time progressed. Lily was particularly skilled with the DDT and her version of a German Suplex.

"You need a finisher," John pointed out as they took a break after almost four an a half hours of training.

Lily nodded, taking a swig of water, "I know what I want to call it, but I don't know what it is."

"Then we'll figure it out then," John laughed, and the two got back in the ring for more practice.

By the end of the afternoon Lily had perfected her skills and developed on hell of a finishing move. She sprung it on John by accident while they were going at in the ring. She and climbed onto the top turnbuckle, dove off it and turned it into a hurricanrana. John was so impressed with her agility he dubbed her the next RVD.

"So what are you going to call this move?" John asked her as they left the fitness center to get ready for that night's show.

"Either Phoenix Fire of Hell's Fury," she shrugged, "Something to match my appearance."

"I'd got with Phoenix Fire, since they call you Phoenix," John advised.

Lily shrugged once more and waited patiently for John to unlock his locker room. When he finally got it open Lily raced to the bathroom to shower and change. John shook his head at her, waiting patiently for her to finish.

"And accompanying her father to the ring, from the darkest circles fo Hell, PHOENIX!" Lily laughed, bursting from the bathroom a half hour later.

John looked up from where he was seated in the corner of the room. He smiled as she flexed her 'chokeslam' hand in its black leather glove.

"So, do you like?" she asked, spinning around for him.

"Of course I do," he nodded. "I saw your outfit last night, remember."

"I know," Lily shrugged. "How come I'm wrestling and not getting paid? I'm ashamed Vince never offered me a job."

"I have a surprise for you, now that you mention that. But I have to get a shower and change before I show you," John grinned as Lily's face lit up.

She pulled him to his feet excitedly and pushed him into the bathroom, "Be quick! I want to know what it is!"

John laughed at her eagerness and commenced with taking a shower, not knowing Lily had a little trick up her sleeve. She had her ear pressed against the bathroom door, waiting for the shower to turn on. When it did she waited a few seconds to make sure John was in.

When she felt she'd waited long enough, Lily quietly opened the bathroom door to the sound of splashing water. She grinned evilly and grabbed a towel, wetting it in the sink. She then quickly squeezed it out and twirled it into a rat's tail.

"He's gonna hate me for this," she whispered, her eyes twinkling.

Lily pulled back the shower curtain, making John jump. She burst out laughing at the sight. He was in mid soap, the washcloth he was using was now being clutched between his legs from his surprise. Lily almost fell over she was laughing so hard, John just stood in the rung water looking irritated. Just as he was going to close the curtain again Lily whipped him wit the rat tail and he yelled out at the sting.

"This means war!" He yelled, as Lily shot from the bathroom, grabbing his clothes and towels as she ran.

"Come on Lily, give me my damn clothes," John whined a few minutes later, poking his head around the bathroom door.

"Come get them, then," she taunted, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"I would if we were at the hotel, but anybody could walk in and see me naked. I don't really want that."

"Oh well, no clothes then," Lily smiled, flicking on the monitor in the corner of the room.

"Lock the door and I'll come out, how's that?" he asked, glancing at the locker room door.

Lily nodded, skipping to the door and locking it. She then leaned against it, her blue gaze on John.

He glared at her and stepped out from behind the door. Lily whistled and he stuck his tongue out at her, quickly grabbing his stuff and rushing back into the bathroom. When he came back out he was dressed and looking put out.

"I'm gonna get you for that," he growled, tackling her onto the couch and tickling her sides.

Lily shrieked and tried to wriggle from his happy torture. She dissolved into giggles as he found her soft spot, tickling her stomach without mercy.

"Stop," Lily gasped, still giggling helplessly. "I'll be good! Stop!"

John smiled and stopped, letting her catch her breath. He then pulled her to her feet, taking her hand in his.

"And now that I have your word that you'll behave. I can now show you your surprise."

"Yay!"

He led her from the locker room and down the hall. As they got closer John placed his hand over Lily's eyes. She heard a door open and close as John guided her.

"Okay, sit down," he said softly, and she let herself fall onto a leather couch.

John removed his hand from her eyes and she realized she was looking into the face of Vince McMahon.

"John, what's this about?" she asked, looking confused.

"Lily, Candice Michelle has requested a match tonight and you accepted. The only problem is, this match is illegal because you don't have a contract. I'm here to offer you a contract," Vince explained.

Lily was speechless. She stared in disbelief at the packet of papers in front of her.

"Oh my God, Thank you," she said breathlessly.

"Just sign here and you have a job," Vince smiled.

Lily did as she was told and stood up. Vince and John followed suit and he held out his hand.

"Welcome to Monday Night Raw," Vince smiled.

"Thank you again," Lily nodded, shaking his hand.

When that was done, John and Lily left. Lily feeling a but numb at her new job. John placed a reassuring hand on the small of her back and she looked up at him.

"I feel like a hypocrite."

"Why?"

"Because before I came here I wanted nothing to do with wrestling and now look at me. I'm a Diva!" Lily explained.

"Only for the next four months, are you a Diva. I know you still want to go to college and I strongly suggest you finish school before taking a real job here," John pointed out.

Lily nodded, keeping silent. The two returned to John's locker room and flicked in the monitor to see Candice on the screen calling Lily out.