| I Win |
| My name is Abigail and I�m 24 years old. I work for the WWE, no� not as a Diva. I�m a personal assistant for Chris Irving, you all know him as Chris Jericho though. He�s actually a really nice guy nothing like his on-screen character, and his wife Jessica is wonderful, she�s one of my best friends actually. I�ve been working with the WWE for about 3 years now and I�ve loved every minute of it. I know all the guys in the back, all those superstars that everyone loves, they�re just like you and me� Well, I take that back, they�re not just like you and me� they�re extremely fuckin� hot, or at least most of the guys are hot the old ones not so much but the younger ones oh yea baby. Whenever there�s a Pay Per View it�s always really hectic around �the office� which for me is backstage. There are always tons of people everywhere you turn, especially if it�s one of the PPV�s with both WWE brands involved. Lucky me tonight is one of those. The Royal Rumble to be exact. I barely had enough time to do one of my many jobs when I got to the arena that night. I didn�t even have time to check into the hotel so I put my suitcase in Jericho�s room. There weren�t any major problems with the show, or at least no problems that I had to deal with. After the show came to an end I rode with Chris and Jessica to the hotel. Imagine my surprise when I found out that my reservation was lost and all the other rooms were booked. At first I got pissed, yelling at the hotel staff telling them how incompetent they are. Then after I realized that it wasn�t really their fault I took a deep breath and apologized for my out burst. I smiled sweetly, �Could you call another hotel and see if they have any empty rooms?� The young woman behind the desk said, �I�ll try but the chances of that are slim and nil. This is a very exciting weekend for the city of Philadelphia, with the Pay Per View earlier tonight.� �Oh, I know ALL about the Pay Per View. I work for the WWE, I was there.� The young woman called a few hotels and told me, �As I thought, there are not rooms open at any of the hotels that I called.� I sighed, �Thank you for trying.� I guess that means that I�ll have to find someone willing to share a room with me. I called a few of my friends but none of them had a bed for me to sleep in. I had been sitting in the hotel lobby for about half an hour when �The Nest Big Thing� Brock Lesnar came thru the doors. Brock was checking in, I figured I had nothing to lose so I walked over to him. �Hi Brock. How have you been?� Brock smiled, �I�ve been good Abby. How about you?� I rolled my eyes, �Well. I was good until I got here. Come to find out that the hotel lost my reservation and now they don�t have any open rooms.� Brock shook his head, �You don�t have anywhere to sleep?� �Nope.� He smiled, �Well, come on Ab. You�re sharing� my room.� I gave Brock a big hug, �You�re the best Brock. I was starting to contemplate sleeping in the lobby.� Brock and I went up to his room. He unlocked the room and we walked in. I looked around his room, �Wow. You�ve got a nice room.� �Yea. Vince gives his top wrestlers nothing but the best.� Then I put my bag by the couch. Brock looked at me, �You�re getting the bed. I�ll sleep on the couch.� I rolled my eyes, �Brock, you had a match earlier therefore you get the bed. Plus, you and you�re huge muskles (purposely spelled wrong) wouldn�t fit on the couch.� Brock shook his head, �I refuse to let a woman sleep on the couch. I�ll just sleep on the floor.� �But Brock�� �NO. There�s nothing you say that�s going to change my mind. You get the bed, I get the floor.� I rolled my eyes. �You think you�re so big and bad just cuz you�re the champ.� �Oh yea baby. I�m the best� you said it yourself, I�m big and bad and I�m the champ. What more could a woman want?� I laughed, �Some romance, or some lovin� either would do.� Brock smirked, �You want some lovin�� I�ll give you some lovin�.� I just laughed and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. After I had gotten out of the bathroom I noticed that Brock had already made himself comfortable on the floor, taking the extra blankets and pillows from the closet and making what looked to be a bed on the floor. I walked by him shaking my head, �If you weren�t such a huge pain in the ass you would be sleeping on the bed instead of me.� Brock smiled, �My mom would kill me if she found out I made you sleep on the couch. Plus the couch isn�t even comfortable enough to sit on let alone sleep on.� I rolled my eyes and got comfortable in the king sized bed. Brock got up and turned the lights off and we both laid down to get some sleep. I couldn�t get comfortable and kept tossing and turning. �You ok up there?� �Yes, I�m fine. There�s just something not right up here.� Then it dawned on me� I still had my bra on, and all women know it�s a pain in the ass to fall asleep with your bra on. So I took it off and threw it across the room without thinking. Brock laughed. My bra landed directly on his face. Brock sat up in �bed�, turned to me and said, �I Win.� I rolled my eyes, �No Brock, we ALL win.� Brock and I just laughed. �Brock, I am soo sorry. I just threw it without thinking. And just my luck. It landed right on you.� Brock smirked, �Correction, it landed on my face.� �OH MY GOD! I�m so embarrassed.� �No, don�t be. It�s not that big of a deal. Although I do like the fact that you are bra-less now.� I rolled my eyes, �Oh yea baby. Come up here and gemme some of that lovin�.� Brock got up and layed down next to me. �Um� Brock, I was kidding. But you can stay up here if you�d like. I�m sure it�s more comfortable.� Brock just stared at me. �Brock? Are you okay?� Brock smiled, �I�m more then ok.� And with that he kissed me. Let me tell you Brock is the BEST kisser that I�ve met, or experienced I should say. Brock pulled back, �Brock?� �Yes?� �I have a confession.� �What�s that Abs?� �Well, it�s kind of juvenile� but I need you to know before anything else happens.� Brock looked at me with concern, �Are you a� we can wait if you don�t want to do anything. No pressure.� I smile at Brock�s sweetness, �No Brock it�s not that. I�m not a virgin. And I know you would never pressure me into anything. I just need to tell you that� well I need to tell you that�� And I couldn�t finish my statement. Brock smiled and stroked my face, �Abigail� you can tell me anything.� I smiled, �Brock� I, well� I�m in love with you.� Brock stayed still in shock and I got worried� I just confessed my love to him and he froze up� that can�t be a good thing. Then his face broke into a huge smile and he engulfed me in a hug. �Aww� Abs, I love you too. I just thought you were too good for me.� I laughed, �Me too good for you?? HA! Try the other way around buster.� Brock just looked into my eyes, �No, I could never be not too good for you. But, I do have to say� you�re just right for me.� And he kissed me again. We laid there in each others arms, completely content. We were in love, and that�s all that mattered. OH� and the fact that I was right. We ALL win! THE END |
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