Hi everyone! Welcome to my new writing project. This is based off a character that I had in my brain for many years throughout the attitude era. I had started another story called with my character, but as the story went on I realized that I wasn't happy in the direction I was taking her, so after many months of not updating the previous story, this new story series was born. She is the child of Chris Benoit and it was that way before the tragedy happened. I tried rewriting her as the child of other well-known wrestlers but after years of planning her this way, it wasn't falling into place. I've kept Chris' appearance to a minimum but it will mostly revolve around Bradshaw/Farooq/ Krystina. If you enjoy the story please leave me a review. Now on with the Story!
Prologue
Krystina Jolene Benoit happily walked down the halls to the Acolytes Protection Agency's office. As per her father's request, she made sure that she was dressed to the nines, wearing a red dress with a white sweater over it. She wore her hair in braided pigtails, her signature hairstyle. Her eyes scanned the halls, wanting to soak in every detail of this moment. She couldn't believe that she was here meeting all the super stars of the World Wrestling Federation but after many months of pleading with her father, getting and maintaining good grades in her classes, sixteen year old Krystina had finally convinced him to bring her here. Her dad had been keeping a sharp eye on her because he wanted her to be on her best behavior and when she saw that he was distracted, she had made a break for her favorite tag team's office. As she was drawing closer to her destination, she could hear boisterous laughing of five different men. She looked through the door's window and saw that the A.P.A were there playing cards and smoking cigars with three other men known as Too Cool. She squealed with delight at seeing her top two favorite tag teams together. Krystina controlled her breathing and with a sliver of courage, she knocked on the door. She heard the men sigh in irritation, causing her to immediately regret her actions. She saw Ron Smith, also known as Farooq look through the window of the door and frown when he saw her. His deep voice was loud as spoke,
"Damn kid how did you get back here? Don't you know that the audience isn't allowed back here?" She nodded as she tried to find her voice,
"Yes, sir I know but you see-"
"Who the hell is that Farooq?" Suddenly the man known as Bradshaw was at her door. She felt her insides tighten at the sight of the six foot six Texan towering over her. Farooq's angry stare and imposing figure was not helping her nerves either until she heard a familiar voice bark,
"Krystina Jolene Benoit, I told you to stay in my line of sight!" When she heard her full name called, she instantly felt her feet root to the spot as her eyes widened in fear.
She had fucked up and she was going to get it when her dad got her alone. She hung her head in shame.
Goddamn it.
She turned to face the music when Bradshaw cut in, "Chris you know her?" Her father nodded, his angry stare not leaving his daughter's face,
"Of course I do, this is Krystina. She's the eldest of my kids; you know the one I don't stop talking about." Farooq exclaimed as a light bulb seemed to click on,
"Oh yeah! I remember!" Krystina looked up at her father. Did he really talk about her all the time to them? She felt her face flush a deep burgundy as she imagined what he had told them. Bradshaw and Farooq's expressions softened as they knew who they were no dealing with. Bradshaw smiled,
"Well Krystina, it's nice to meet you." She turned to the around and looked up into his eyes giving him a big smile,
"It's an honor to meet you guys, but please call me Tina, my friends do." She shook each of their hands. The tag team invited her and her father into the office where Scotty2Hotty, Grandmaster Sexay and Rikishi were patiently waiting for their hosts to return. When they saw that two more people had joined the group, they said their hellos once they all settled in. Krystina watched as the men continued to play poker, dealing Chris in. Once the game went underway, Krystina began to answer the questions they asked her,
"So Little Mama, "Farooq began, "How old are you?" She smiled shyly,
"I'm seventeen years old." Everyone made approving noises as she continued, "I just graduated high school where I was on the wrestling team." Everyone was politely listening to her as she concluded, "Dad brought me here not only because I wanted to see you guys but hopefully join your roster one day!"
"Farooq nodded approvingly as he saw how enthusiastic she was, "You sure will baby girl." He turned to Chris, "Pops you're okay letting her join the company?" The Canadian wrestler shrugged his shoulders,
"As long as she gets college degree, she can do whatever she wants." Krystina shook her head while rolling her eyes. Her dad could be such a stereotypical dad sometimes,
"We've discussed this multiple times dad, I'll definitely go to college once I get my foot in the door here." She felt somewhat embarrassed having this conversation with her dad in front of the other superstars, "Dad I promise I'll go to school eventually." She spoke in a tone that hopefully came across as 'this conversation is officially over'. Noticing the tension between the family, Bradshaw cleared his throat and conversed with her about wrestling,
"So do you have an idea of where you're training?" Krystina nodded,
"Yes, Daddy spoke to Mr. Stu Hart and they told me that once I finished high school I could start training in the Dungeon." Bradshaw stared,
"You're training there? Have you heard the stories?" the young woman nodded,
"I grew up hearing them," She started getting defensive, "I know what this business requires and entails. I'm willing to rise up to the occasion." There was an awestruck and awkward silence in the room as the six men sat there in silence. Could someone so young really understand what she was signing herself up for? Stu Hart was known to train men and women equally; He did not take it easy on the women. He seemed to be harder on them because he knew that in this business, women had to deal with a lot of shit.
Krystina sat there stunned. She couldn't believe that they were all quiet as if judging her and not encouraging her to do her best. She got up,
"You'll see, I'll be back up here before you know it. She walked out the door, her determination renewed.
"Hey wait up!" She turned around to see who it was. The tall, Texan had followed her out of the room. He stood in front of her, looking eye to her as best as he could with there being a difference of eight inches in height, "About what I said…" Krystina sighed, running her hands down her braided pigtails,
"No, it's okay, I know you didn't…" She let her words trail off as her eyes looked into his. They were a brown that were the color of chocolate, she cleared her throat as she continued, "mean to imply that I couldn't do it. I'm just under a lot of stress right now because I'm so nervous about going off to train for this. I'm really freaked." She was stunned that she was opening up to him like this, but she was feeling better letting it all out. Bradshaw saw that she needed someone to talk to,
"Hang on a second," He held up one finger as he retreated back into their office for a few minutes when he reemerged with a beer in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He gave her the bottle, "Come on; let's go chat for a little while." The young woman nodded as she followed Bradshaw down the hallway and they arrived at another hallway that they could talk privately. He sat down on the floor with his back resting against the wall. He smacked the floor next to him. She silently obeyed him as she sat down next to him. Their eyes locked onto each other as he gave her a sincere look,
"Krystina, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you by saying that you couldn't handle training with Stu, I was just surprised that he took in someone outside of the family that was so young." Krystina shrugged,
"Well I first tried talking to him by myself, but he didn't take me seriously until he found out that my Dad was one of his former students." Bradshaw nodded,
"Seems like your Dad is opening a lot of doors for you;" The young woman sighed while her eyes focused on the floor. She couldn't believe that she wouldn't last in the Dungeon. She would never forgive herself if Stu looked at her and said that she was a lost cause. Her mind then went back to what Bradshaw pointed out,
"…Seems your dad is opening a lot of doors for you." As in riding his coattails;
"Ugh, I fucking hate it," She looked up at the veteran wrestler and saw a look of confusion mixed with amusement at her cussing. This was a young woman who was dressed and looked like she stepped out of a modern version of Little House on the Prairie; He didn't expect her to even know how to use curse words,
"And what do you hate Missy?" she arched her eyebrow at being called 'Missy'.
"Well, that nickname for one;" Bradshaw chortled as she continued, "and the fact that I have to know someone in this business to get in." The Texan shook his head,
"Now that's not necessarily true. We've had talent come on board because they were scouted out in the Indie circuit and they were talented enough to join big leagues," He looked down at his jeans and picked off pieces of lint.
"But…" Krystina interjected, "The scouts are primarily interested in male talent. Those audiences are not interested in seeing a company who has a majority of female wrestlers. How do they search for female talent? A Diva Search also known as a glorified beauty pageant." She sighed in annoyance. Bradshaw kept quiet because he knew she was right In order to encourage the young woman he pointed out,
"Well what about Lita and Trish Stratus?" They're not only beautiful but also extremely talented." The young woman nodded. It was true those two women were as talented as they were attractive. Fidgeting slightly, the young woman could only look up at him,
"If I make it in this business, I don't want to be compared to others, I only want to be known for being good." Bradshaw tried to stifle a laugh,
"Darlin', even the greats were compared to the greats that came before them. As fast paced as this business is, you'll be lucky to even be remembered other than, 'Oh I wonder what ever happened to her?'" a cold chill ran down her spine. She would much rather people forget her completely than to be barely remember whether or not she was good in the ring. Bradshaw stood up and dusted himself off. He offered her a hand which she graciously accepted. He lifted her up like she weighed nothing and looked at her with a smile slowly forming on his face,
"I'll tell you what, if you make it over here, I've got an open spot waiting for you in the APA." Her eyes grew as wide as saucers,
"Are you serious?" He nodded. In a quick movement Krystina hugged him. Bradshaw chuckled, patting her on the head. Benoit, who gone out to find them spoke up,
"Krystina, let's go honey, we've got other Superstars to meet." Krystina looked up at Bradshaw as she pulled away,
"Thank you sir, for allowing me to spend time with you, I'll keep in mind what you said and I'll see you soon." Benoit, proud that his daughter was showing good manners, pointed to the hallway where the APA office was,
"Be sure to say goodbye to everyone else in the behind the doorway."
"It's an Office." Bradshaw corrected. Krystina obeyed as she disappeared to to say her goodbyes to the others. Once the young woman appeared they waved goodbye as Bradshaw watched the two Benoits retreat." Farooq's voice cut through the silence, making the Texan turn around,
"Did everything go okay?" Bradshaw nodded,
"Yeah, I made her a promise that I think made her pretty happy." The older Acolyte's eyebrow shot up in surprise,
"And what promise did you make to her?" Farooq hoped that it was something as simple as an upcoming visit to the APA's office. The older man looked expectantly at Bradshaw hoping that he was going to like the answer. The Texan smiled sheepishly,
"Well, I promised that she could join the APA if she signs on with the WWF. There was a short silence before Farooq's voice echoed through the halls,
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
Looks like Bradshaw should put his foot where his mouth is. So how did you like the first chapter? Until next time peeps! 5 reviews= Next Chapter