Live to Dream
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WWF/WWE › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,062
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hiya Uncle
Well here's chapter 2. I hope you enjoy it.
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I still can't believe I'm in the WWE. I'm walking down the hallway in Nassau Collisium getting ready to make my debut. I can't wait to hear what my friends have to say. I got them all tickets and told them I couldn't come with them because I have to work. They have no idea that I'm the newest WWE wrestler. I refuse to be called a diva. It's almost like an insult. I'm here to wrestle not look pretty. Now where the hell is the women's lockeroom? Maybe that guy knows.
"Excuse me, can you tell me where the women's lockeroom is?" I ask some guy in a WWE polo shirt.
"Yea just follow this hallway to the end then make a right. It's the first door on the left." He told me.
I walk for about five minutes before I reach the end and because my luck is SO great I just have to run into the wrestler that's turning the corner at the same time as me. Which considering his height hurt my ass, and he of cause barley moved. I look up to see who exactly I run into and it's Kane.
I look down and mutter "Oh shit." under my breath before looking back up at him and saying "Hey Uncle Kane." Yes that's right I am the niece of destruction and let me tell you it is NOT easy to date with uncles like Kane and The Undertaker or as I call him Uncle Mark.
He just looks down at me for a few seconds in chock before he says "What the hell are you doing here."
"I live in here in Nassau in a town called Oceanside which you should know considering you've visited me before." I say in a snippy tone which in hindsight was probably one of the stupidest things that I could have ever said.
"Don't be a smart ass. You know I meant why are you backstage. Now answer the damn question." He says in a VERY pissed off tone.
All I say to him is "The reason that I'm here is none of your damn business." Oh I'm just on a roll with saying stupid things. Now I'm pretty sure Uncle Kane is about to hit me so all I can do is wait for it and the inevitable pain that will follow the blow. Just as he raises his hand to bring it across my face an unknown voice reaches my ears.
"Hey Kane get away from her."
He lowers his arm and we both look to see who the intruder is.
"This is none of your dam business Hardy." Uncle Kane says.
I once again open my big mouth and say "Don't be so damn mean Uncle Kane." Oh I so must have a death wish.
"Did you just call him Uncle Kane?" They guy I now recognize as Jeff Hardy asked me.
"Yea I did. And thank you for your great timing. Had you been any later he probably would have hit me." I tell him then add "By the way my name is Phyllis Strum since I for got to introduce myself with the fear of being beat on and all."
"I'm glad I could be of service. And my name's Jeff. Jeff Hardy." He says in the Sexiest southern drawl. " It's nice to meet you." He adds kissing my hand.
I swear I thought I was going to swoon. Thank god that before I could embarrass myself and before Uncle Kane could get any more pissed a stage hand ran up to me and told me to give him my bag because I had to get to the curtain for my debut match. The last thought I had before I reached the curtain was Thank god I decided to come to the arena dressed in my wrestling gear or else I'd be fucked.
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I still can't believe I'm in the WWE. I'm walking down the hallway in Nassau Collisium getting ready to make my debut. I can't wait to hear what my friends have to say. I got them all tickets and told them I couldn't come with them because I have to work. They have no idea that I'm the newest WWE wrestler. I refuse to be called a diva. It's almost like an insult. I'm here to wrestle not look pretty. Now where the hell is the women's lockeroom? Maybe that guy knows.
"Excuse me, can you tell me where the women's lockeroom is?" I ask some guy in a WWE polo shirt.
"Yea just follow this hallway to the end then make a right. It's the first door on the left." He told me.
I walk for about five minutes before I reach the end and because my luck is SO great I just have to run into the wrestler that's turning the corner at the same time as me. Which considering his height hurt my ass, and he of cause barley moved. I look up to see who exactly I run into and it's Kane.
I look down and mutter "Oh shit." under my breath before looking back up at him and saying "Hey Uncle Kane." Yes that's right I am the niece of destruction and let me tell you it is NOT easy to date with uncles like Kane and The Undertaker or as I call him Uncle Mark.
He just looks down at me for a few seconds in chock before he says "What the hell are you doing here."
"I live in here in Nassau in a town called Oceanside which you should know considering you've visited me before." I say in a snippy tone which in hindsight was probably one of the stupidest things that I could have ever said.
"Don't be a smart ass. You know I meant why are you backstage. Now answer the damn question." He says in a VERY pissed off tone.
All I say to him is "The reason that I'm here is none of your damn business." Oh I'm just on a roll with saying stupid things. Now I'm pretty sure Uncle Kane is about to hit me so all I can do is wait for it and the inevitable pain that will follow the blow. Just as he raises his hand to bring it across my face an unknown voice reaches my ears.
"Hey Kane get away from her."
He lowers his arm and we both look to see who the intruder is.
"This is none of your dam business Hardy." Uncle Kane says.
I once again open my big mouth and say "Don't be so damn mean Uncle Kane." Oh I so must have a death wish.
"Did you just call him Uncle Kane?" They guy I now recognize as Jeff Hardy asked me.
"Yea I did. And thank you for your great timing. Had you been any later he probably would have hit me." I tell him then add "By the way my name is Phyllis Strum since I for got to introduce myself with the fear of being beat on and all."
"I'm glad I could be of service. And my name's Jeff. Jeff Hardy." He says in the Sexiest southern drawl. " It's nice to meet you." He adds kissing my hand.
I swear I thought I was going to swoon. Thank god that before I could embarrass myself and before Uncle Kane could get any more pissed a stage hand ran up to me and told me to give him my bag because I had to get to the curtain for my debut match. The last thought I had before I reached the curtain was Thank god I decided to come to the arena dressed in my wrestling gear or else I'd be fucked.
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