TITLE: A Wrestling Story
AUTHOR: Katia Dorsaint
EMAIL: Kat Canuck
DISCLAIMER: I don't anyone in the WWF, if only in my dreams.
DISTRIBUTION: Go for it, just stamp my name on it and let me know.
RATING: PG-14
CONTENT: Sex scenes and language
SPOILERS: None that I know of.
SUMMARY: A tragedy brings about love and trouble for WWF.

Part I

Jess sat in the front row, close enough to get sweat thrown in her face and she loved it. She loved every second of it. It was thrilling, exciting... it was better than anything she could have ever imagined. It was damn orgasmic.
In the ring, Christian was battling it out with Meat, who still didn't look his best. Teri had probably had her way with him before the match, therefore weakening him. As the match went on, Jess couldn't help herself, she cheered the ex-Brood member on, screaming her heart out.
Maybe it was because he was Edge's 'brother'. Maybe it was because of the long blond hair... or maybe it was because they shared a birth date.
But regardless of why, she screamed her way out of her seat, waving her arms in the air like a woman possessed. Jackie passed her by as she cheered and smiled at her. But Teri Runnels sent her a look that would have frozen hell over. And it would have scared a less brazen woman. But Jess was brazen and grinned at Teri confidently. All she got in return was a toss of that bottle-colored hair.
Finally, the match ended with Jess' favorite walking away victorious and smiling. On his way out of the ring, Christian caught sight of the 5'10" African Amazon goddess who had cheered him on through the match and shot her his best smile. On a crazy impulse, she blew him a kiss right before he walked away. Jess slumped back into her seat, feeling buoyant with happiness. Just then, her partner in crime, Patty, came back, carrying a couple of drinks.
"You just missed the Christian-Meat match. It was so cool."
"Christian won, right?" asked Patty setting the drinks down and sitting next to her friend.
"Would I be happy if he hadn't?"
"Guess not."

Part II

The two friends settled down and sighed happily. Patty had gotten Jess hooked onto wrestling about a year or so ago and neither one of them had turned back since. They had finally been able to get tickets for the PPV event in Montreal and get the night off from work. And they were playing their night of pleasure to the hilt. The plan was fun and lust, all rolled into one. And so far, it was working. After the Christian-Meat match-up, it was the Acolytes vs. the Hardy Boyz, sans Michael Hayes.
There was no way to tell if Hayes had been relegated to the background by his latest proteges or if he had simply been unable to attend the Montreal even.
Regardless, Jess and Pat talked about it all through the ho-hum match.
The Acolytes pummeled the Hardy Boyz into submission and made their way out of the ring, making a seemingly unnecessary detour to pass in front of Jess and Pat. The young women grinned at them and the massive pair of wrestlers winked back playfully. But the female fans were quickly turned off when Farooq waved his tongue at him. Jess stared him down, making her distaste as clear as possible.
"Freaky weaky," said a familiar voice behind them.
"Mike," said Jess, turning around, "what a pleasure."
"Hey, J," responded Mike, "is that sarcasm in your voice, or are you happy to see me?"
"Oh it's sarcasm baby."
"Cool. Who's your friend," he asked, eyeing Patty with bone-chilling interest.
"Patty, that's Mike. Mike, this is my friend Patty. Patty, you remember me telling you about Mike, right?"
"Mike... Mike... isn't he the guy who keeps on hitting on you and getting turned down every time?" asked Patty with a teasing smile.
"Right on the money," agreed Jess.
"So, she told you about me," said Mike, winking at Patty, "did she also happen to mention how sexy I was?"
Patty dubiously eyed the lanky frame and the more than passable face and nodded with a cynical smile.
"Yes, I believe she did. Now, hush, here comes my baby."
Jess craned her neck to see who was coming down the railing and almost burst out laughing when she saw Val Venis. Patty hated Val Venis. She thought he was pompous and annoying and completely unnecessary to the WWF but Jess knew that any excuse was a good excuse to escape the slimy charm of Mike. Jess wasn't that lucky.
"So tell me darling?" asked Mike, "when are you and me going to make your wildest Mike fantasies come true?"
"The day after never," she said, keeping her eyes on the ring.
"You know you want me."
"Wanting you dead is not a good thing for you Mike."
"Come on."
"No. Mike, this is a PPV event. I love wrestling and you're ruining it for me. Now, please, go away."
"I've seen you looking at me at work... don't pretend you don't want me."
"Mike, I'm not pretending."
By then, Jess was getting seriously annoyed at Mike. How dare he come over here and annoy her so much. She wasn't interested. Hell, the Jeff Jarrett-Godfather bout, although boring, was more interesting than this pointless conversation.
"... make for each other," Mike finished a sentence.
"Okay, no." Jess turned around and faced Mike head on, this time, not planning on pulling any punches. "Mike, I don't like you. We work together. That is all. There will never, ever, be anything between you and me that is not work-related. Is that clear?"
"Are you sure," he asked, putting his hand over her knee.
"Damn sure," she said, jerking her knee out of his way, accidentally knocking her beer over on the ground. "Damn it!"
"Sorry. Listen, I'll go and get you another one."
"Mike, you don't have to. Just leave me alone, okay?"
"You lost that drink because of me. It's only fair that I replace it for you."
"Whatever."
Jess waved him away, just wanting him to go away as quickly as possible.
Patty leaned over to her, a frown marring her pretty features.
"I knew he was a pain, you told me that much but I had no idea he was so persistent."
"I know. And that worst part is, he might not have gotten the message."
Then, the lights in the arena dimmed, and Edge's music came on. Patty and Jess were on their feet in a moment, shouting, screaming, whistling, cheering, and making a world of noise. The guys sitting all around them seemed a little surprised at first but were in one hell of a hurry to join them. As he strode across the ring, Edge noticed them and sent them both a flirtatious wink.
Christian was right, thought Edge, those two are hot. First there the one Chris had called the Amazon, 5'10", ebony skinned and all woman, even with her short hair. And then there was the other, the one who was his type a lot more. She was shorter, lighter skinned, with a wild head of hair that was tamed down by a bright scarf. Both women worked out and it showed. Their bodies, well, what he could see of them were toned and fit.
Jess and Pat didn't quite know what to make of Edge's close observation of them. They smiled back, cheering him on with the rest of the crowd but knew there was more to it than met the eye. Droz finally made his way to the ring, accompanied by the king of hairy backs, Prince Albert.
All through the match, as Edge brought the whole Molson Center to their feet with his high flying talent, Prince Albert kept coming over to Jess and Patty, making lewd remarks and jokes, until a security guy came to drag him away. Suddenly, the match turned completely one sided as Gangrel and Albert piled into the ring to beat Edge to submission.
As the fans cried their displeasure, Christian came down to help out his "brother". Just then, Mike came back with Jess's beer.

Part III

Mike didn't say or do anything as he watched Jess and Patty's emotions soar with the rest of the crowd. Both women mesmerized him by their energy, by their beauty and by how involved they were by this totally male sport. Mike was so wrapped up in watching the girls that he didn't even notice the man staggering next to him who send him straight into Jess's back, drenching her with her beer. She turned on him, her eyes blazing.
"Damn it Mike," she swore, "you really want to ruin this for me, don't you?"
Mike was unable to answer since Jess had taken off her black and fluorescent orange SCSA baseball jersey to reveal a black tube top that looked more painted on than anything else. The garment went a long way to showcasing the strength and power of her fit upper body from her well-defined shoulders and arms down to the little squares of her abdominal muscles. Jess turned around and presented him with the beauty of her glistening back muscles.
"I-I-I'll g-g-get you another beer," he stuttered.
"Make sure I get to drink it this time."
Jess turned back to the ring just in time to see Christian and Edge pass by in front of her and Patty, mouthing sexy invitations with their mouths. The young women looked at each other in excitement and couldn't keep from shaking when they saw both blond hunks approach a security guard and point to them. They sunk into their chairs and held hands...
"You think..." began Patty.
"I think..."
"No... that would be crazy... like a dream come true..."
"But what a dream," sighed Jess.
They stayed quiet for maybe two seconds.
"Which one do you want?" asked Jess.
"I don't know... anyways, it's not like we have to choose..."
"Well, yeah. I don't want to be disappointed."
"Please, like you would be disappointed. You adore them both."
"True... I do love them both. So we could swap them halfway through the night."
"Right," guffawed Patty, "I see that happening."
"Who knows... these guys are wild."
"But seriously," said Patty.
"Seriously, you get all starry eyed when you talk about Edge."
"He is just so damn sexy..."
"You're telling me."
"I know. Christian is sexy too."
"Yeah, but it would be cool to have a thing, no matter how short with someone born on the same day as me."
"All right," said Patty, jumping at the chance, "Edge is mine and Christian is yours. Right?"
"Right."
Jess and Patty shook on it and turned their attention back to the ring.
Test made his way down the ramp and Jess almost fainted. His hair was full, thick and all around his face. And he was wearing those blue, black and silver shorts Jess so loved. And he looked straight at her for a full ten seconds without blinking. When he finally looked away, she turned to Patty.
"Screw Christian. If he wants me, I'll do him right there."
"So go for it."
"Right. How?"
"Forgot your sign?"
Jess could have kicked herself. She unrolled the big piece of baby blue cardboard and held it at the top of her arms, standing on the tips of her toes as she bellowed Test's name as loudly as she could. When he finally looked in her direction and read her sign, he burst out laughing. In bright red letters in the nicest lettering she could have managed, Jess had written the corniest, yet cutest line she could think of to match her favorite wrestler. It read "I aced all my exams and now I am ready to move on to MY TEST." Under the words, there was a big arrow pointing at her. She shook the sign, hollered and screamed until she couldn't do it anymore. She was so lost in her cheering that she didn't even notice the arrival of the forever stern-looking Steve Blackman. Not waiting for the lethal weapon to reach for his bag, Test assaulted him ruthlessly. Using his massive shoulders, he dug Blackman in the corner, cutting him in half.
"Isn't my baby good?" asked Jess to a laughing Patty.
"Oh yeah, he's great..."
Then, the spirit of the match changed as Blackman took out his kendo stick and started making mincemeat out of Test's beautiful body. The fight moved outside of the ring, surprisingly close to where Jess and Patty were. Jess was getting into it so much that Patty had to stop her from jumping in and prying Blackman off "her" man.
After some interference from Shamrock, Test was finally able to use the pumphandle slam on his opponent and take the victory. He got off the ring right in front of Jess and walked right up to her.
"You got an A++," he said with a smile.
"What," she asked, dumbfounded.
"On your test. You got an A++. Meet me up in front at..."
He leaned over and whispered 8 o'clock into the shell of her ear. And then, he was gone.
"Here's your beer," said Mike's voice in her other ear.
"What?"
"Your beer," repeated Patty. "You'll have to excuse her, she's in shock."
"This is what I'm seeing. So that's her type?" asked Mike.
"That's her fantasy. But I got to admit, she does like them big."
"And blond."
"As long as she's okay," said Mike. "Anyways, I've got to get back to my friend."
"Yeah."
"He wants to meet with me," said Jess, looking at Patty, once Mike had gone.
"For real?"
"Yeah..."
"Wow. Will you? Meet him I mean."
"You bet... but I got to be safe about this. Before I meet him, I'll call Sandy and have her page me or call me every 45 minutes. We'll set up a system of sorts to make sure I'm safe all the way through."
"Are you sure Sandy won't mind?"
"Yeah. She loves living vicariously through me."
"Hell, we do it to her so it's only fair."
Out of their whole circle of friends, Sandy was the only one who had a steady boyfriend. So when he did something especially nice, all of her friends lived vicariously through her. But whenever one of her single friends had a hot, sexy encounter with a man, it was Sandy's turn to live vicariously through them and rue the day she'd met her boyfriend.
"I just can't wait," said Jess, reaching down and bringing her beer to her lips.

Part IV

Jess wasn't feeling well. In fact, she felt like hell. She couldn't see straight and couldn't even manage to hold up her head as SCSA and The Rock fought it out in the ring. Finally, she staggered to her feet, muttered something to Patty about going to the bathroom and ran. She wove her way through the excited fans, dodging flailing arms until she made it out to the concession stands. There, she leaned against a wall, and closed her tired eyes. All she remembered was a familiar voice calling her name before falling into a dark abyss.

Test was not a happy man. After all, he had picked her out of a few hundred women who would have been glad to make his Montreal trip eventful. She had cheered him on, made a sign for him, hell, she'd made herself available. And she hadn't turned down his invitation. Hell, she'd looked shell-shocked. But she hadn't said no. True, he was glad he'd been able to sweep the rug out from under Christian, an underrated stud if there ever was one, but much more than that, that particular fan didn't look shy and delicate like the other ones he'd met on the road.
There was a special quality about her, the kind of quality that made her unforgettable. The kind of quality that made her a steady girlfriend. In Montreal.
It was nine o'clock now and there was no sign of her. Oh yeah, there was no doubt about it. He'd been ditched. He was furious. Who the hell did she think she was, he wondered as he stalked to the parking garage where he'd left his car. Bitch, he swore under his breath. He got his car out and was making his way to Rene-Levesque Blvd. when the dark shape staggered in front of his car. He hit the brakes but it was too late.
The body hit his bumper and more or less bounced off the front of his car. Test stopped the car, the body rolled off it onto the pavement and he ran out to see who it was. In the glare of the headlights, it was clear that it was a woman. Her jacket lapels were pulled up high in front of her face and when Test brought the sides down, he was shocked to see he recognized her. It was her, the woman from the show. The one who had ditched him. She didn't look well at all. The skin of her face was feverish, clammy and there was a bloody gash on her forehead, probably from her encounter with his car. Test picked her up in his arms as delicately as he possibly could and carried her to the passenger side of his car. He buckled her in and sped off in a hurry. He didn't remember much about Montreal from his last trip but he did know that somewhere along Ste. Catherine Street there was a hospital where they would look at her. Whatever her name was. He drove at breakneck speed for about ten minutes until he saw the word he knew meant hospital on a big beige building: "Hôpital St-Luc" it read. He hit the breaks, ran out of the car with the motor running and got the woman out of the car. He carried her into the hospital in his arms, calling for help. A nurse came toward him, speaking French.
"Qu'est-ce qu'il y a," he asked in a prissy French accent.
"She's hurt damn it," swore Test.
"Oh, you do not speak the Français."
"No, I don't! No help her damn it! I hit her with my car, and... and she's hurt."
The next fifteen minutes were a flurry of activities as the hospital personel took over. They had him put Jess down on a gurney and rolled her down endless corridors as they barked ten thousand questions at him.
Naturally, he couldn't answer any of the questions they asked because he didn't know her. All he knew was that she had a thing for blond Canadian wrestlers, that she might have planned to meet him tonight and that he'd hit her with his car. After an infernal run into the heart of the mazelike hospital, they ushered her into a room and swung the doors closed in his face.
"Wait... wait..." his words lost intensity as he realized he had no bond with this woman. He didn't know her, so who was he to care. Regardless of why, he did care. And so he waited. And waited. After fifteen minutes, he called the Marriott and briefly spoke to Edge, telling him where he was and what had happened. He sat in the little plastic chair and waited some more.
Until he heard her scream.

Part V

Test ran to the swinging doors and bent over to see through the small windows. He wasn't able to see much, except for the emergency personel surrounding the bed. He watched them move around, urgently, wishing for some of Superman's x-ray vision so he could see the woman through them. But no matter how hard he looked, he wouldn't be gifted with the Kryptonian's super eyesight, that much Test knew, but he hoped. For some reason, he felt connected to her, this woman, this brazen, sexy woman who attracted him so. But he couldn't understand it. He didn't know her... he'd never seen her. But the thought of leaving her alone, now, in her hour of need, that was unthinkable..
He moved away from the door, leaned against the wall, stretching his tired neck muscles when he heard her scream again. This time, he didn't wait. He walked right through the door.
"Non, non, non," said a small nurse, flailing her hands at him. "Sortez, sortez tout de suite."
"Listen, I don't speak French, but I can tell she needs help. What are you doing to her anyways? She shouldn't be yelling like that!!!"
"Listen, monsieur... you have to get out," said another nurse, her English halting and hesitant... "you can not stay in la room... we will say to you when she is better."
"No," said Test, "I want to stay in here..."
"Non, non, you can not do that."
"Just let me hold her hand, okay... just let me do that?"
Test used his most charming smile on the nurses, until they both retreated to speak to the woman who seemed to be in charge. The trio spoke privately for a few seconds and one of the nurses, the one who spoke English, came to him.
"You are a friend of the lady?"
"I'm her fiancé," Test lied.
"Okay... then, you can hold the hand."
"Thank you."
The nurse let him around the team of nurses and doctors and made him stand next to the woman's bed. "You can not hold her hand right now," she explained, "but you talk to her, all right? That will help her."
Test looked down at the woman, trying to find the words. He felt so strange. How could he pretend, in front of all these people, that he was going to marry this stranger? He looked at her face and gently ran his fingers along her jaw. It wasn't delicate, or missish... but it was nice. It was a beautiful face. It was sexy. His eyes moved down to her full lips... her lipstick had faded but they looked good, plump and delicious. From that moment on, the words came to him easily.
"Hey there, Sexy," he said slowly, "what happened to you? I thought we were supposed to meet, at eight. I waited for you. I tried your cell, your pager... I got nothing. Zip, nada. I was actually starting to get pissed for a second... What happened to you? I'm worried sick. And you know how much I hate hospitals. I think you're just trying to punish me somehow. You know I don't want to speak French.. and you're just doing this to force me to practice."
The woman's eyes fluttered open for a second but closed again. A nurse gave Test her cold hand to hold and he squeezed it between his big hands.
"You're cold, aren't you honey," he asked. "Well, I'll take care of that," rubbing her hand between his, "I'll warm you up, and when you're feeling better, I'll take you on a nice trip to Florida or Cancun, some place warm and toasty. Somewhere you won't be cold. And if you do get cold, all you'll have to do is cuddle up to me and I'll take the cold away." Test chuckled, getting wrapped up in the paradise he was creating for this woman... a woman who couldn't hear a word he was saying.
"You know what I just realised? What if you can't hear me? What if I'm saying all of this for nothing? What if I'm making a fool of myself? Oh, wouldn't you just LOVE that? Yeah, well, regardless, I'm going to rise above it... that's right... anyways, after that trip down south, I'm going to go back on the road, whip Shane McMahon's ass and come back to you for a week. That's how long it'll take to plan our wedding. I know you want something big and fancy with ruffles and flowers all over the place, but that just ain't going to happen. Hell, for once, I get the upper hand in this conversation, I'm going to use it."
Test chuckled and saw a few of the nurses looking at him with a bit of a smile on their mouths. He couldn't tell if they had understood what he'd just told his "fiancée" but for whatever reason, they were smiling at him, and they felt for him. So much so that one of them brought a chair over, so he could sit. He smiled at her, uttered his thanks and folded his long body into the chair. When he looked down the long bed, he saw the doctors had drawn a big sheet over the lower half of the woman's body.
"What is going on," he asked.
"Sir," said one of the women who looked more like a doctor than she did like a nurse, "could you come with me for a second please?"
"Sure."
Test got up and was about to leave the room when he remembered his role. He turned on his heels and went back to kiss the woman's unresponsive lips. The female doctor was waiting for him outside, where she led him to a small room.
"Sir," she said in with an almost non-accented English, "the woman in there, she's not really your fiancée, is she?"
"Yes... no... why would you say that?"
"I don't know, something about the way you talk to her. Regardless, you brought her in, and you seem to care about what happens to her. And because of that, I feel the need to tell you what has happened to her."
"All right," said Test.
"I have a few questions for you first. You're Test, right? From the WWF?"
"Yes."
"And you had a date planned with this woman, right?"
"Right."
"Did you have that date?"
"No. She never showed up."
"So you're telling me that you didn't have sex with her?"
"No. I hit her with my car when I was leaving the Molson Center. I felt responsible so I brought her here. So you guys could fix her up."
"In that case..."
"Docteur, on a besoin de vous, et de lui aussi," said a nurse, bursting into the room. "La patiente s'est réveillée et elle semble agitée."
"What happened?" asked Test, following the doctor and the nurse back to the ER ward.
"She woke up and she seems agitated," said the doctor over her shoulder.
"Damn!!!"
"Damn indeed."
By the time Test and the doctor and the nurse got the the room when Jess was being held, she was sitting up, doing her damnedest to get out of bed, pushing the nurses out of the way.
"Let me out of here," she growled. "I don't want to be here so let me go...OKAY?"
Test ran to her side and did his best to ease her back into bed. "Calm down sweetie," he said softly, "they're just trying to help you, all right?"
"Test," she asked weakly, before falling into his arms, unconscious once more.

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