AN: From now on this story will continue under the new title 'You're Lost Little Girl' I will leave this old version up just so the reviewers know. To find the story check under my pen name. Here is a update of the first chapter. Just a little preview:
Christine McMahon entered the dressing room, and into the arms of her awaiting boyfriend Bret Hart.
"Baby, you aren't even dressed yet, we have to be out there in 30 minutes." He told her as he took in her appearance of a pink sweat suit.
"I know. I know. I just can't seem to find my bag anywhere. I've been out asking if anyone could have taken it." Christine replied as she began to search the room again.
"Well that sure does sound like a problem. Oh, wait what's this?" Bret had pulled out a gorgeous red baby doll dress.
"It's beautiful, and I love it. You jerk, why didn't you just give it to me when we got here? I thought someone was stealing my clothes, well not just a random person but Sid. Don't scare me like that again." Christine said as she scurried off into the dressing room.
"Don't worry bout' that jackass, after tonight he'll never come near you again. I promise." He said as he had started to put the final touches on his outfit. "Despite it being dangerous, you've begged me to let you be by my side tonight. That being the case, I do not want you to get involved at all."
"Ok, trust me I'll avoid Sid like the plague. He's been stalking me for months, and I just want this whole thing to be over and done with." Christine replied as she walked out to put her shoes on.
"You look stunning. You ready to do this?" Bret asked as he held his arm out for her.
"As ready as I could be. Lets go." she replied as she linked her arm around his and they headed off.
Once his music hit I could hear the crowd go wild. As soon as we are in the ring Bret starts prodding me to not interfere.
"No matter how bad it gets, don't get involved. Stay as far away from Sid as possible."
"I got it the first time baby, I'll stay out of it." I replied hoping to calm him down.
"Looks like we have another problem." He pointed over to the commentary table where I quickly spotted Shawn Michaels. "Damn it, he can't keep out of anything, stay away from him as well, he could be working with Sid." He warned.
Bret had locked in the sharpshooter and I knew it was over. Sid just would not stop pissing him off, with all his kisses blown at me while making sure Bret saw exactly what he was doing.
I had kept an eye on Shawn during most of the match, hoping he wouldn't interfere with it. Shawn has been after the championship for years now, its been his dream to win the damn thing. He unfortunately has to go through Bret to do so.
I heard the bell ring a quickly jumped in the ring to congratulate Bret.
"See baby, told you I wouldn't get involved." I whispered into his ear as he hugged me.
"Its all over now, you don't have to be afraid of him anymore-" Bret was knocked back before he could finish his sentence.
Before I knew it I was being pulled up the ramp by Sid. Who kept yelling an scream that I belonged to him. I knew I had to get away, so I did the dumb thing and smacked him across the face. Nice job, not.
Next thing I know I'm being smacked across the face and onto the ground. The only thing I could think of was to lay there and pretend to be knocked out, wasn't going to do me much good to try to fight the guy.
Smack I could hear the crowd cheering as I thought Bret had come to my rescue.
"You ok?" the voice said, whom was definitely not my boyfriend. "Come on let me help you up."
Getting to my feet I could now tell it was Shawn Michaels whom had taken out Sid.
"Why did you--never mind, it doesn't matter. Thank You." I told him as he helped me to my feet. "I don't know what would have happened if you didn't stop him"
"Next time be more careful." He replied right before bending down to hug me, then he turned and kissed me. "Tell Bret I'll see him at wrestlemania, and to keep a better eye on his girlfriend."
Then he took off up the ramp.