Hello everyone! Long time no read I know. It's been nearly two months and I am so beyond super sorry. Life and all this other stuff. You know how it is. I have bee working on this slowly, but surely. Now I will warn you that this is pretty much trash. LOL. I don't like the idea of filler, because every chapter should enhance the story and move the narrative along, but this is more a bridge chapter, let's put it that way. Please forgive me for taking so long and for the low quality. This is a bit of a long one to make up and the next will be much better, I promise! Thank you for sticking with me.
Later that week, Heather paid a visit to the home of her friend, Jeremiah for the first time. She had been perplexed by Nash's disposition since he had stormed off amid their first training. She had been rather downtrodden, but Jeremiah's bright temperament afforded her a sense of sanity throughout all of the tumultuous happenings taking place.
Heather was, without a doubt, apprehensive at first, but quickly learned the De Sanchez family was as warm and inviting as they were close-knit.
"I'm home!" Jeremiah called out as they stepped through the door of the quaint suburban home. A girl of ten or eleven with mocha-colored skin and a head of tight, springy curls, bound towards the entrance. She was nearly bowled over by a rambunctious Bull Mastiff that sprinted passed her and leaped up to attack Jeremiah with slobbery kisses. "Alright, down boy. It's only been a few hours," Jeremiah laughed. The dog did as he was told, but began immediately sniffing and pawing at Heather.
Heather smiled as she knelt to pet him. "Aww. Hello there, big fellow. What is your name?" she asked.
"That's Axel, and he's very pleased to meet you."
"Mastiffs are one of my father's favorite types of dogs." Heather glanced up at the boy. "Unfortunately our, Brute passed away last Summer. Since then, my father hasn't possessed the heart to bring another animal companion home."
"He must have been a good dog," Jeremiah offered sympathetically.
They were then interrupted by the young girl who could no longer wait patiently or control her enthusiasm. "Miah, I did it! I made the Summer softball league!" she cheered.
"Like there was any doubt," he replied, ruffling her hair. "Next Jackie Robinson, right here."
"Who's she?" the girl asked, looking a bit surprised to see the pale teenager in the entrance.
"This is my friend, Heather, I told you about. Remember, I said she was coming for dinner tonight?" He turned to Heather and spoke, "This is my little sister Jasmine, or Jazzy as we like to call her.
"It's lovely to meet you, Jazzy," Heather said as she smiled sweetly.
"I love your hair," Jazzy told her. "Purple is my favorite color. Well, after aqua blue."
"Thank you," Heather demurred, blushing at the compliment. "Purple is one of mine as well." Heather could see the girl wasn't at all shy and very talkative, like her brother.
"Miah, that you?" a female voice call from another room.
"Yep," he called back as they entered a smartly decorated living room, then made their way into the kitchen where a couple was busy preparing dinner.
"A handsome, willowy woman, with a skin tone that matched her son's, looked up. She appeared taken back for a moment but smiled brightly at Heather. "You must be Heather. Miah talks about you nonstop," she said most affectionately.
"Oh," was all Heather murmured.
"I'm Angelique," she said, drying her hands on a towel, then offered her right hand out. Heather grasped it respectfully. "And this is my husband, Hector."
The man beside her had dark hair and eyes with caramel-colored skin. He was not quite as tall as his wife, although the height difference didn't seem to bother them.
"A pleasure to meet you. Thank you for inviting me into your home," Heather said timidly as she shook his hand. Normally she would be too skittish to even attempt to express such gratitude, but Jeremiah had a way of making her feel at ease.
"Mijo, it's about time you brought home a pretty girl," Hector teased his son. His comment caused Heather's face to burst with color.
"Dad, she's been here five minutes and you're already embarrassing her," Jeremiah grumbled.
"What? It's a compliment!"
"Haha! Miah's got a girlfriend," Jazzy taunted, causing the heat in Heather's cheeks to intensify.
"Hush, you. Or I'll tell Dad about Ian Richardson," Jeremiah countered.
"Who?" Hector demanded although it was more of that overprotective father guise.
"Ian. He's the boy down the street," Angelique told him. "He seems like a nice kid. Will you calm down before you have a heart attack?" His wife chided him playfully, with a gentle slap on the arm. "Dinner will be a little late. Jazzy's tryout ran longer than expected" Angelique informed the teenagers.
"That's cool. I'm going to show Heather some of my records in the meantime," Jeremiah replied and grabbed Heather's hand.
Heather's heart fluttered in mild elation when he did so and began leading her to his room.
"Leave your door open mijo. Your Ma will kill me if we have to start calling her Abuela before she turns forty!" Hector called after them.
"I'm gonna whip you," his mother threatened her husband playfully.
"Hey, Mommy. Not in front of the kids!"
"Sorry," Jeremiah smiled nervously, but he didn't seem too fazed by their behavior. "I told you they were a little out there, especially my dad." He shut the door most of the way but left it cracked a few inches.
Heather had observed the family in silence. Even within those few moments, she sensed a great deal of warmth, love, and acceptance. It made her feel warm inside while simultaneously causing her heart to yearn for a family bond she had never experienced. "I think they are quite lovely," she said in earnest. Heather glanced around his room. On the walls, there were posters of Cats and Rent mingling with the likes of Korn and Slipknot. "You enjoy musicals?" she asked.
"Yeah," Jeremiah answered sheepishly. "Don't make fun of me, okay?"
Heather looked him straight in the eye. "I would never."
He looked back at her and something passed between them. A further cementing of their friendship and a reassuring feeling that she could trust him in the same manner.
"Hey, check this out," he instructed as he sat down on the floor beside an old milk crate filled with vinyl records. "It's a first release of Queen's News of the World album."
Heather gazed at the cover boasting a somewhat unnerving robot, terrorizing its victims. "That's excellent!" Heather mused, "Wherever did you find such a gem?" she asked as she sat.
"This older lady was selling a bunch of her son's things to get him to move out or something and apparently didn't know what she had on her hands, so this was practically a steal. I felt bad for a long time after that though – for the son. Not for the lady, who didn't do her research."
Heather giggled. Jeremiah had a talent for drawing that out from her.
They sifted through more records and Jeremiah even played a couple of songs on his vintage player until they were called to dinner. There, Heather became more acquainted with the family as her admiration for them all grew.
Of course, Vince didn't fine Kevin, or even suspend him - which would have been the merciful thing to do. Instead, he found himself in the same dismal position the very next week, although he wasn't of much help due to a bicep injury he had sustained previously. He had somehow or other been persuaded to stay on with the task, leaving him to wonder at what point he had begun to slip into masochism. The proposition sounded extreme but he had no other explanation for why he allowed such torment to rule his life.
He would stand in the corner of the ring, brooding, his usual display anymore. He kept his involvement to a minimum. Mark had only returned to see him exiting the ring like a rage-induced bull. Regardless, he wasn't about to allow any margin for suspicion
The most arduous part was holding his peace where the treatment of the young raven-haired girl was concerned. He had to make it a point to disregard every instance where Mark, or sometimes Reves taunted and derided the doleful creature. He thought himself a real dickhead for that resolve, but if he allowed himself to be too concerned with her well-being his emotions would have the better of him. He, therefore, remained aloof.
Never the less, his deportment was of a particular vexation to Heather. She found it trying enough to perform her tasks to her father's standards, but Kevin's scrutinous glare rendered her distraught. Thankfully though, in light of great strenuous agony, she was miraculously beginning to come forth with some measure of competence following her father's insistence upon repetition for the umpteenth time. She suffered from a deep bruise at the center of her spine as well as her sides as a result of running the ropes. She wasn't sure what purpose they served at this time, but suffice to say of any blunder, she had yet to repeat her head injury of the first incident.
Heather was laboring to concentrate and stay attentive. Within just a couple of days, they would need to be ready for their debut, a prospect that didn't thrill Heather in the slightest. As a matter of fact, her nerves were shot and her apprehension through the roof.
However, Reves's sensibilities were no worse for wear and she appeared almost eager.
It was true, everyone had their differing opinions on the matter taking place that night. Mark was concerned that they weren't ready – namely Heather. Yet, Vince insisted that they couldn't afford any more time. Scott kind of like the idea of having new blood. He had a lot of psychology to teach, especially to Reves, for she showed the greater potential of the two. Not to mention if he got the opportunity to put his hands on her, he did and there was something about doing so in front of Mark that gave him an almost perverse pleasure.
Sean liked having them around because truth be told, he kind of wanted to fuck one of them. Or both. Or both at once. Now that would be hot!
Kevin felt that he was the only one with the stance that this whole game plan should have been burned in the fiery pits of hell.
At least one consolation, if anything he would not have to take on the burden of working with them side by side tonight. Because they were unknown within any other circuit, Vince wanted to build intrigue by having them appear on their own. They would show up backstage and interfere in matches, fucking shit up. Until which it would be revealed after a few weeks that they were the newest members of the nWo.
Kevin gathered their roller skating shenanigan had been at least partially what had inspired Vince to take this particular approach. It even harkened a little back to his and Scott's reappearance in WCW although Vince would never admit that.
"Girl, you gotta be quicker than that. If she's pissed at you, she ain't going to wait for you to move before she swings."
Mark chiding Heather had pulled Kevin from his thoughts. He stood observing the scene with an air of indifference. The sullen girl was trying but her insecurities and lack of esteem often got the better of her.
Kevin wanted to offer more assistance, but he couldn't with the lack of self-control he experienced in her presence. Of all the females to drive him to the brink of insanity, it had to be this little pixie of a girl who was like the moon to his sun. He didn't understand this hideous attraction and the more he tried to make heads or tails of it, the more confounded he became.
On the day of their first training, they had gone out partying later that night. Kevin had gotten a rather heavy buzz going and ended up bringing a chick along with him when he left. She was petite with dark hair. Not black, but dark brunette. Even in his drunken stupor, he felt like a horrific asshole as he forced her face to the mattress so he wouldn't have to look at her. She wasn't ugly. He had enough of his faculties to that recognize (at least he thought).
Perhaps he wouldn't have treated her in such a manner had she given him almost any other name than the one resembling the flowering shrub, often of a violet color. He asked her name out of politeness, though truth be told it didn't matter. It never did. Except, this time it did, and he didn't know why. Thousands of women shared that name. Hell, he probably banged one or two of them before. But somehow it did matter, even though she was just some bitch named Heather. She was not his Little One, but he still couldn't refrain from burying the woman's face in the bed as he ground continuously into the sweet little thing that occupied his fantasies.
Kevin stared blankly at the young girl with a vacant expression on his face. The kid had her hair done in two long braids hanging off either side of her head. And unusual look for her. He didn't find pigtails particularly sexy, but they allowed for a little more visual of her body. Despite the baggy clothes, it was somehow arousing. He observed the way she bit her lip and the soft pink blush of her cheeks. Those luscious lips deserved better treatment than that and he could certainly have the heat radiating off every inch of her pale flesh. He exhaled in a huff. He did not need to explain why he had a raging boner in the middle of the ring, so he willed it away.
Nash watched her duck and step out of the way. She had improved somewhat, but she was still robotic and a little sluggish. Regardless, Monday was going to be there in the blink of an eye, and deep down he knew everyone -including herself- would be questioning just how ready she would be.
Monday had finally arrived and it was an ominous day for everyone. Heather was apprehensive to the point of making herself ill. While Reves was overflowing with elation. It was a curious thing to see a smile covering her face once more. Not a smug smirk or a sly grin, but a smile of pure joy. It had been quite some time since Heather had witnessed such an expression.
They had just a couple of hours from the start of the program and the two teenagers were whisked off to make up to become camera ready. The sisters sat down in a chair and a pair of ladies set to work.
Heather wasn't certain precisely how much make up the woman was applying, but it seemed excessive to her. She sat timidly and followed instructions while the woman told her to lift her head or close her eyes. She had nearly forgotten that the woman had not needed to request that she remove her glasses for she had already had the dreadful contacts in place.
"Alright, you're all set Stacy," a makeup artist a few feet away said. She moved out of the way and the leggy blonde got up from her chair.
"Oh. Hi," Stacy smiled when she noticed the sisters. "Are you girls nervous about tonight?"
"Not really," Reves shrugged.
"I am sitting on pins and needles, although, I predict it will be an inauspicious outcome," the raven-haired girl replied, to which the blonde blinked and grinned awkwardly.
"Well, I have to get changed. See you both later," Stacy said politely before heading off.
"Did I misspeak?" Heather asked her sister in bewilderment.
"Do you have to ask?" Reves replied, cutting her eyes towards her sister.
Heather fell silent with a frown marring her face. She did not feel that she was equipped for this environment. She hadn't made a fair impression while she was meant to be invisible. Now she was going to be thrust into the spotlight in a most unfavorable manner. She made an effort to restrain her negative thoughts as the woman informed her, she was finished.
"How do we occupy our time until we are needed?" Heather wondered.
"Dad's in a stupid wrestler's court meeting. So, I know how I'm going to occupy my time," Reves grinned wolfishly.
"What do you mean?" Heather questioned.
"That's not any of your business," Reves said as they began walking down the hall. "But if you must know, it doesn't involve any attire."
Heather stopped in her tracks as her face exploded in a burst of crimson and she gave a small gasp. "That's utterly disgraceful!" she stuttered in a shocked tone.
"Says you," Reves shrugged. "Maybe when it happens to you, you won't be such a bore," her sister jeered at her.
"How vile!" Heather argued, the very thought bringing on a blush that crept further down her neck. She couldn't imagine performing such acts with another individual.
Heather was lost in her thoughts until they stepped through the doors that led to their father's locker room at one end, while the opposite end led to where the nWo where staying. She watched with a frown as her sister departed in the other direction, knowing any attempt at reasoning would fall on deaf ears.
Reves knocked on the door of the locker room that she would be spending a lot more time in- at least when the cameras were rolling. She prayed Nash and Waltman were not present and luck was on her side when she discovered they were not.
She strutted into the room like a sly, frisky cat. The words were useless anymore. They both knew why she was there. They looked at one another and the lust sizzled between them.
"Don't mess up my hair. Or my make up," she warned, as he closed the gap between them.
"So, I guess that means you wouldn't be choking on this dick," Scott said as he tangled his hand inside her ashy blonde hair.
Sinking to her knees, her hands came to unbuckle his belt. She raised an eyebrow as she stared up at him. " I never choke," she asserted coyly as she released his rock hard cock from its prison and took him down her throat with and expertise normally only afforded to an adult entertainer.
Heather paced apprehensively around the hall. She was not aware that this would undoubtedly be frowned upon under usual circumstances. However, she hypothesized that their new venture with the company may offer a reprieve from the rules that once were. She had her headphones on, listening to a CD of various artists which, she had made. The music helped to minimally calm her nerves and ease the tension she felt.
Her stomach was in knots over going on national television. She had performed for a couple of hundred people at school events and football games, but never to this capacity. As a song by the police began to play, she remembered the advice given to her by Kevin Nash. She stopped and exhaled somberly. She had been utterly perplexed by his actions as of late. It seemed he could never decide upon which demeanor he took towards her.
As Kevin was heading back to his locker room, the tiny creature with the dark hair caught his attention. He had purposefully been avoiding her, yet he couldn't help but grin, feeling his chest swell as he watched her body swaying as she sang along softly with the music coming through the headphones she wore.
He watched her for another moment, realizing she must be scared shitless about going on television. His cognitive discernment knew that he had best let her alone, but he had no power to stop himself from sauntering over to her even despite his better judgment.
She hadn't heard him approach and he stopped just in front of her. He reached and gently pushed the headphones from her ears. He garnered her expected reaction as she started with a gasp and her sparkling emeralds snapped open causing him to chuckle at her. "Sorry. Hi," he spoke to her in a gentle tone.
Her heart raced and her breathing was erratic; heavily flummoxed. Her visage would have indicated that he was either a complete stranger or an alien.
Her gaze drifted up towards his warm hazel eyes as the crimson heat claimed her soft cheeks. "H-hello," she muttered as she whispered up at him.
"Hey, little one. I just wanted to see how you were doing since you're about to debut on TV."
For a moment or two, she stared up at him with a vacuous countenance. He had barely spoken ten words to her since that first training, let alone paid her any mind. Suddenly, now he wished to know how she was faring?
"I-I feel as if the world is condemned to fall apart at the seams, to be frank," she divulged meekly. His heated gaze had become too much for her and she turned her eyes away.
"Don't stress too much. Just do it like you practiced and don't pay any mind to the cameraman or the crowd. The lights will be too bright when you're out in the ring anyway, so you won't really see the crowd. Just like the stage of the theater. I know you can do it," he stared down at her. He determined by the apprehensive visage she wore that she was hardly convinced. He wished he could reach out to touch her, and give her reassurance, but he knew it was unwise. He wasn't quite sure how he had managed to remain as composed as he was within the past few moments.
"Thank you. I-it is quite impossible for me not to be apprehensive. H-how is your injury recovering?" she glanced up at him briefly as she muttered out her question.
"Yeah, it's good," he shrugged. His eyes flickering to his right bicep, that the sleeve of his tee-shirt was stretched over. "Nothing major. Not that it matters. I'm all nuts and bolts anyway."
He grinned and any qualms she had regarding his aloof behavior melted away.
"Well, you seem to resemble a regular Frankenstein's creature, do you not?" she smiled hesitantly, not sure whether that was the most appropriate statement. However, it had slipped out.
"What? Stupid and ugly?" he feigned offense just to watch her face flare even under the mask of foundation. He felt his pulse quicken and his body stiffen. She was almost too lovely for him not to snatch up and claim her lips with his own. Why the hell had he engaged her?
She appeared alarmed, but only for a moment. "Oh, on the contrary! Frankenstein's creation was fiercely intelligent and articulate. He had learned to speak and taught himself to read. He was quite eloquent," she demurred with a small grin.
"But still ugly," he reiterated playfully.
She gazed up at him with humility, "H-have I ever given any indication…N-no. I don't…" The words were lost on her. This man couldn't be farther from hideous or grotesque. Her stare subtly swept down his body. Perhaps, the moniker, "Big Sexy" was quite fitting after all. The heat exploded throughout her body and her heart was arrested by the licentious musings she was entertaining in her head.
Heather looked at her feet and a smile stretched her lips. "I suppose it is a testament to the human spirit. In ways, you could say the creature had much more humanity than Victor Frankenstein. It begs the question as to what humanity truly means," she demurred. "Despite that, fear is an innate emotion, a reaction to that which we don't understand. I feel Mary Shelly was endeavoring to convey perhaps, we should search further than skin deep." She glanced up at him with apprehension, pondering if her monologue carried far too much eccentricity.
Kevin listened to her explanation as he gazed down at her. She was quite often silent but the gears were always turning in her head and she was quietly analyzing and observing everything around her, despite how much she seemed to be stuck in her head.
He took in her tiny figure once more, finding it increasingly difficult to resist his desire to claim every bit of her.
"Heather!" The raven-haired beauty jumped and skittered. "Where is Reves?" her father demanded as he approached.
"R-Reves?" she whispered meekly as she stared up at him with wide eyes.
"Yes. Your sister," Mark said with an air of annoyance while he stared at Nash questionably, wondering what he was doing within the presence of his young daughter.
A panic switch had been flipped inside the young girl's brain. "S-she…I…I," Heather became tongue-tied as her father's suspicious glare bore into her.
"I just came from catering. She was there, talking with Stacy," Kevin intervened as a way to rescue both his best friend and the sisters from Mark's wrath.
Mark regarded the other man with cool, steely eyes. "Thanks," he said grudgingly.
Heather listened to Nash's lie and she suppressed a gasp, stealing a glimpse up at him.
Kevin didn't dare engage her as Mark had daggers in his eyes for him at the moment.
After a few moments of heated tension, Mark shifted his focus to his daughter. "Come on," he instructed her as he canted his head in the direction of the catering area.
Speechless, Heather could only nod in obedience as he started off on the course. Her heart began to race as her feet endeavored to drag across the floor like bricks of lead. Turning briefly to lock eyes with the blonde behemoth, a silent understanding passed between them. They both knew the sister's true whereabouts. He gave her a nod, indicating that he was going to look after the situation.
As Mark and Heather headed off towards the catering area, Nash made his way to his locker room in a huff. He was positive he would find the feisty blonde there, hair tussled and makeup probably smeared. She owed him, big time. Hell, so did Scott. He didn't even know why he was sticking his neck out here. Perhaps to cover his own ass after being caught in the presence of the teenager.
She had already finished dressing by the time he had arrived. They must have made it quick; he wasn't gone long. He hadn't planned to be anyway until he had spotted the shy ebony, haired girl. Nash entered with a harsh scowl as he stared down at the ashy haired young woman. "Thought you would like to know that your old man is looking for you and as you can imagine, he's not happy," the big man announced.
"Shit," the young blonde exclaimed through gritted teeth and gazed up at him with a stabbing glare.
Scowling back at her, he decided to throw her a bone, "I told him you were in catering," he offered grudgingly, "You better get your ass out of here," he informed her with his arms crossing his chest.
Her glare momentarily faded as she stared at him in disbelief wondering why he would go out of his way to cover her ass. Obviously, it had something to do with Scott. That was the bottom line, she had decided. He wanted to protect his friend, always. Without another word to either man, she turned away to leave.
Before she had reached the door, Scott had seized her by the wrist and spun her around as he captured her lips in a rough searing kiss. He didn't give a fuck that Kev was standing right there. He had already known for a while what was going on between them. Never the less, he was sure the big man was standing there with his chest puffed out and his face twisted in a glower. When they pulled away Reves gazed at Scott for a split second, then exited swiftly.
When Mark finally tracked down his eldest daughter, she did receive a severe tongue lashing. Luckily it was not as awful as it could have been. He was more concerned that she was in place for her role. Although this was Vince's idea, there was a lot riding on it and it would be his ass if they underperformed.
People had been rushing to and fro for at least two hours before the program was set to begin. It was something the sisters had seen a million times over. The chief difference on this night was that they were a part of the frenzy when ordinarily they were made to steer clear of any and all personnel in the process of doing their job.
Heather's heart was in danger of bursting through her rib cage and breaking it open. This was all still so surreal to her. To say she was apprehensive would have been the understatement of the century. The young demure girl was stricken with terror is she was quite honest with herself. She wasn't certain how she was going to make it through this evening, let alone the rest of however long her tenure would run.
Her sister, on the other hand, wasn't fazed what so ever and almost appeared indifferent as a matter of fact. Heather couldn't help but be slightly envious while simultaneously questioning how on Earth she accomplished it.
They had appeared in two segments that night. One was in a match of a couple of jobbers where they would distract the referee and create all manner of confusion. The other was a backstage segment where they instigated Victoria to attack Stacy Keibler. Reves had naturally taken the lead as she was more the exhibitionist and more adapted to the spotlight. Heather on the other hand was fortunate not to freeze and was able to perform her task despite the great degree of difficulty. It was all she could manage to not have her heart stop and cause her to become immobilized.
Once it was over, she could hardly fathom that she had the composure and the clarity to carry out her instructions. By the skin of her teeth, she had survived her first night. Now there was only an unnamed number of events to follow.