DISCLAIMER: I forgot to do this on the first chapter...I own nothing that you recognize lol...
A/N: This chapter contains references to rape. Read at your own discretion.
Angel: Oh My God! I have such a fucking headache!
Dad: Watch your launguage young lady!
Angel: Sorry dad. I forgot you were here...I've had a weird day already and its not over yet.
Dad: What's that?
Angel: I have a meeting with Vince that I have to get ready for. Oh could you help me curl the ends of my hair?
Dad: Yeah sure...just let me know when you're ready.
Angel: Alrighty then.
Angel started walking towards her room to get ready when the phone rings.
Angel: Can you get that dad?
Dad: Yeah.
Angel took a quick shower and changed into a pair of hip hugger, low-rise jeans, her pink Cherokee Pride baby tee, and her pink on white air force ones. She had her dad help her curl the ends of her waist length hair. After she sprayed on some smell goods she was ready to go.
Angel: Ok dad. I'll call you to let you know whats going on.
Dad: Ok have fun.
Angel: I will!
She walked out the front door and got into her pink and purple Kia Sportage. She drove the 45 m inutes to the arena and was fine until she parked her car. That's when she dtarted getting nervous.
Angel: What am I doing? He probably just wants to laugh in my face for all the work I've done and...
She was cut off by a deep male voice.
Voice: Do you make it a habit to talk to yourself?
Angel: Huh? Oh. No I don't. Just a little nervous is all. I have a meeting with Vince McMahon tonight and I'm not sure what to expect.
Voice: Oh it'll be fine. He doesn't usually have meetings with anyone outside of the WWE unless he thinks they're really good.
Angel: Is that right?
Voice: Yes it is. Oh I'm Shelton by the way. Shelton Benjamin.
Angel: Oh. Brittany. Brittany Martin. Most people call me Angel though.
Shelton: Is that so? May I ask why?
Angel: Well my middle name is Angelique. Besides there's too many Brittany's around anymore.
Shelton: I agree with you on that (It's about to be a what? GIRLFIGHT!)
Angel: Oh excuse me for a second...Hello?
Jake: What are you doing?
Angel: Getting ready to go into my meeting...as soon as I figure out where I'm going.
Jake: I know that. But who's that guy you're talking to? You should only be talking to me. I'm the one for you.
Angel: Look Jake, I don't know how many times I have to tell you, but you're only a friend and if you keep acting like this you're going to force me to kick your ass and then cut all ties with you.
Jake: You can't do that. I'm your tag partner.
Angel: Not for long if I have anything to say about it. If things go my way tonight I'll never have to see you again.
Jake: You don't really want that. You know you want me.
Angel: Jake I'm not going over this again...
Jake: Angel...
Angel: NO! Now go find a tree somewhere with a hobo sitting under it and fuck him...or yourself...or both...just leave me the hell alone. I'm through with all your bullshit...
Jake: No I want to fuck you...I want to bust your barrier and take the only thing precious to you...and if you don't like it then tough...I'll make you like it...
Angel hung up the phone and turned to Shelton with tears in her eyes. But she refused to cry. She was not weak. Never was. She hadn't cried since she was 8 years old.
Shelton: Are you ok? Who was that? Like an old boyfriend or something?
Angel: He wishes. He was my tag partner at OVW. Been trying to get in my pants since we started there.
Shelton: Was?
Angel: If everything goes right tonight, then you're looking at the next WWE diva but not like any other diva to step foot into that ring.
Shelton: Interesting. So do you need help finding Vince?
Angel: Please haha.
So Shelton and Angel walked off but not without a pair of eyes following them. Angel knew that someone was watching them and had a pretty good idea of who it was, and he had no idea of what he was getting himself into either. After about 15 minutes of turning down different halls that looked exactly the same, they came to a door that read 'Vince McMahon'.
Shelton: So this is where I leave you.
Angel: Yeah I guess.
Shelton: Well I'll see you around then?
Angel: Yep. See ya. A qua da nv do.
Shelton: What did you just say?
Angel: I have no idea. It just slipped out. Never heard it before in my life.
With that Angel knocked on the door, scared because she actually did have an idea of what 'a qua da nv do' meant, but she had to talk to her dad first.
SHELTON'S POV
This is such a horrible day. I have a headache from hell and I'm tired as I don't know what. Wait, is that girl talking to herself?
Shelton:Do you make it a habit of talking to yourself?
Whoa! Who is this girl? And why is she just moving her lips? Why isn't she talking? Oh stupid...you zoned out. You were talking back but you have no idea what you're talking about.
Shelton: Yes it is. Oh I'm Shelton by the way. Shelton Benjamin.
Angel: Oh. Brittany. Brittany Martin. Most people call me Angel though.
Shelton: Is that so? May I ask why?
Angel: Well my middle name is Angelique. Besides there's too many Brittany's around anymore.
Shelton: I agree with you on that (It's about to be a what? GIRLFIGHT!)
Angel: Oh excuse me for a second...Hello?
What the fuck? Who is this guy? Wait, why do I care? I don't even know anything about this girl. Jeez Shelton, get a hold of yourself. All right just walk her to Vince's office. Oh man I really want to see her again...
END POV
IN THE OFFICE
Vince: Well Brittany with that all squared away, I have just two questions for you: Which show do you want to be on and what will you be going by?
Angel: I want to be on RAW because live is live after all, and I'll be going by Angel.
Vince: Ok, well you'll have a ticket waiting for you at the airport. It's a flight with all the other RAW superstars. It will take you to the next city. We'll talk about your first appearance more when we get to Chicago.
Angel: Ok Vince. Do you know where I can get some food? I'm straving, haven't had anything to eat all day.
Vince: Uh, yeah. First take this pass so you won't get thrown out haha, and then you go out this door to the left then go down the second hall on the left, then the first hall on the right. There's a big room with the sign 'catering'. You can't miss it.
Angel: Ok, thanks.
Vince: Yeah, see you in Chicago.
With that Angel walked out and followed the directions Vince had given her. Thank God there was nobody there. She really didn't feel like talking to anybody right now. She took out her cell and called her dad. After she told him everything and hung up, somebody came up behind her and put her a sleeper hold...
A/N: Yep that seems like a good spot to leave it. Who is it? Not telling...who do you think it is?...review please...
