Chapter 1- What Just Happened?

I sat the last of plates in the cabinet over the stove, and turned to look at my new house. Yes, my own house. I still couldn't believe that I owned something this big. Something this important was in my name. A smile crossed my face as I thought of all of my accomplishments. I was, indeed, proud of myself. I, Lora Jade Pierce, was a first time home owner.

Too bad it was so far away from my family. But, then I thought that was why I chose Missouri in the first place, because it was pretty far away from Georgia. I sighed and walked over to the brown leather couch, with matching chair, that sat around my 20" TV. It wasn't much, but it was enough to play my vass collection of movies. I don't like to shop for much, but for three things: shoes, books and movies. I ran my eyes across the movie stuffed tower of many different genres. Some of my old friends used to call me OCD because I have to have them in alphabetical order. And as for my books, I usually only read books that are in series', so they are in chronological order. I know, I'm weird.

My eyes landed on a picture of my parents that I had just placed on the TV the day before. It was going to be hard living out here without them. I was always so close to my parents, and now, to be without them… I closed my eyes to fight the tears. This all was for the best. I steeled my nerves and walked to the hallway, passing a mirror on the way. The reflection in the mirror shocked me. I hardly recognized her. She looked absolutely miserable. The light that usually lit up her face, was dead, extinguished.

"What happened to me?" I asked out loud to no one. I was alone.

I brought my hand up to my face and ran my finger tips over the frown lines around my mouth to the dark circles under my dark green eyes. I sighed and closed my eyes, running both hands through my deep auburn red hair. I looked a lot older than twenty-six.

Twenty-six. I am twenty-six. My eyes popped open with a renewed fire in them. I was still young and there was no way that I was going to sit around like an old maid and mope about all the things that have gone wrong in my life. I was a young woman, and by God, I was going to act like it. I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and into my bathroom. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash away all my sorrows, pains, and worries. Hot water seemed to have healing powers, I thought, as I could practically feel the uneasy wonderings from earlier slide down the drain.

A half hour later, I was standing in front of my closet, wrapped in only a pink fluffy towel, with my hair wrapped in a matching one, thanking the Lord that I had already unpacked all my clothes. I opted for a strapless, deep purple top, and a dark jean mini skirt, with matching purple high heels. I laid my clothes out on my bed, and went back to the bathroom to finish my hair and makeup.

Another hour later, it was nearing 9 o'clock PM, and I turned the straightner off and looked back at the mirror. The girl I saw this time was more like the Lora that was me. The lively, laughing Lora that used to have fun and had a life. With my hair straightened and parted to the side with my short bangs that framed my face, my eyes didn't seem as dead as they had earlier. I smiled, revealing my perfect teeth that look years of braces to fix, mentally cringing at the thought of those days. I turned on my heel and headed out the door, down the stairs, out the front door, locking it behind me.

Once I got in my red Chevrolet Cobalt, I realized I had no clue where to go. I never went out anywhere in St. Louis before. But there was no way that I had just spent all that time for nothing. I cranked the engine and pulled out of the drive. I would just drive around downtown until I found something. It was about thirty minutes later that I saw this well-lit building overcrowded with people, flowing in and out, laughing and hugging each other, talking on cell phones, holding drinks. I looked up at the sign, "Club Illusion", it said. Good enough, I thought. I pulled up and a vallet came up, gave them my keys, and I walked up to the door.

I had never seen a club like this in Atlanta. Though, to be honest, I had never really went back home. I had to stand by the door for a few minutes to let my eyes adjust to the sudden darkness, which was saying something, because it was way past twilight outside. In the center of the room was a giant light fixture that shown and spun flashing lights everywhere, of every different color. When I could finally see, I noticed a large dance floor just beneath the lights. There were hundreds of people on it, wiggling, moving, and grinding with the others. I tore my eyes away from them, to my left, to the biggest bar I have ever seen. It seemed to be lit up from the bottom, making all the alcohol bottles shine like diamonds. And all the bartenders were throwing bottles and glasses around just you would in the movies. "Cocktail" was one of my favorite movies, I smiled to myself.

I decided to have a drink, and walked up to the bar and finally managed to squeeze into a seat. It was obvious that this club was very popular. A very handsome bartender came up to me and slapped his hand on the bar.

"What'll it be Gorgeous?" the blonde, beautiful man said.

I blushed. "Oh, just a pineapple and rum, please?"

"That's it? That leaves little for the showing off, you know?" he said, grabbing up a bottle of rum, making sure to spin it three times, before adding it to the pineapple mixture in my glass. He slid it towards me and winked.

I felt my blush deepen and felt thankful for the extra darkness. "Well, maybe next time."

"Looking forward to it Gorgeous," he said, smiling as he winked and walked away. I rolled my eyes at his overly flirtatious attitude and at me for blushing at it.

I don't know when it happened, but before I knew it, I had already finished three pineapple and rums, and I was beginning to really feel it. Feel it in my head and in my bladder. I stood up from the bar for the first time since I had sat down and I wobbled slightly. Steady, I told myself. I had to remember I was in heels. I hadn't taken ten steps before I my vision was cut off by the chest of a man that was clearly a lot taller than me. And being a lot taller than me, he obviously did not see me, and walked right into me.

I heard rather than felt his chest hit me. I heard the huff of air leave his mouth and I heard the little yelp I made as I started to tumble to the floor. But before the cement and I became best friends, two strong arms came around my waist like vises, pulling me back up right. Once I was vertical, I looked up into the face of the owner of the said arms, and I nearly gasped.

He was absolutely gorgeous. I cringed at the word, because I sounded like the bartender. But there where no other words that came to my mind right now. He had to be at least six foot five, and he was staring down at me with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I had ever seen. His hair had been shaved close to his head, and normally I would have thought that was a turn off, but he seemed to work it just fine. He was looking at me in an almost confused way, as if he had had too much to drink as well, and I was just lucky enough that he had good reflexes that I wasn't laying on the floor. I was still well aware of his arms around my waist, but as soon as I thought it, he withdrew his warm embrace and stepped back. I now noticed him fully. He wore a black button up shirt that had the first few buttons undone and a pair of dark jeans and black shoes. But I could tell, even through his clothes, that he took care of his body. And by that, I meant, for lack of better words, he was ripped. I had a sudden urge to rip his shirt off to see what was underneath. But that would be inappropiate.

I looked back up at his face, and I regretted it instantly. He had caught me checking him out. He now had the most beautiful, yet, annoying smirk on his face I had ever seen. I didn't know wheither I wanted to kiss or smack it off. It prevoked both emotions. Instead I just raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you alright?" he spoke. I nearly melted right there. Oh God. It's the alcohol, I reasoned.

I nodded. "Thank you for catching me."

"Anything I can do to help," he said, shrugging those strong shouldlers ever so slightly.

I couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled to the surface. When I looked back at him, he smiled at me, letting me see his full smile that caused dimples to form on his cheeks. I was mesmerized. I didn't know what else to say so, I just walked off to the bathroom, but not before he brushed passed me, letting me smell his obviously expensive cologne. I practically ran to the bathroom.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could still see the flush on my face left by the stranger. I was really going to like St. Louis if they could bred them like that, I joked. I fluffed my hair, refreshed my lipstick and headed back to the bar. Around pineapple and rum five, the cute bartender placed this lovely looking drink in front of me, and I looked up at him, confused.

"I didn't order that," I said, looking from him to the drink and back. It was getting really hard to focus.

"I know Darling. That gentleman over there in the black shirt did. For you," he said with smile.

I followed his stare, the best I could, until I met those blue eyes I saw earlier. No way, I thought. When he saw that I was staring at him, he smirked at me, and slinked out of his chair and walked over to stand in front of me.

"Hello again," he said. I smiled and ducked my head. He intimitdated me. Which I knew was the alcohol. Because a cocky man never intimitidated me. They usually infuriated me.

"Thanks for the drink, which you shouldn't have bought. What is it?" I asked, taking a sip. It was absolutely fantastic. I actually moaned a little in appreciation in the taste, which earned a smirk from him.

"It was, ah, what did he say it was, a Phuck Suck."

I was in the middle of sip and I choked. My eyes bugged and spun in my seat placed the drink down on the bar and reached for a napkin. I heard him chuckle as I dabbed at my chin and my shirt for the rest of the spilled drink.

"With a 'P-h'," he added.

"Well, that makes it all the more appropriate," I commented. I was annoyed. This was my favorite shirt. I turned to glare at him but he had moved closer and I hadn't planned on that. So my eyes met his chin, and I had to crane my neck to look him in the eye. He was just staring at me. There was a look in his eye that I couldn't place or explain. Alcohol. I blame it on the alcohol.

I tore my eyes away from his, not going to be intimidated by him, and grabbed my drink. Then, looking him in the eye once more, I carefully placed the glass to my lips, and slowly, drank until all of it was gone. It seemed to stun him for a second. But he recovered fast, like he wasn't one to be one up-ped.

"Care to dance?" he asked, and I swear his voice got even lower and rougher. There was no way I could've said no.

"I'd love too," and held my hand out for him to take.

I let him drag me to the dance floor and he turned me around and placed my arms around his neck and moved his hands to my waist. I had to bite my lip to keep from sighing in content. It felt good to have his arms around me. At first it was just simple dancing, just me and him, and a hundreds of other people. But, again, the alcohol had other plans. It seemed to take over my head. I began to straddle one of his legs with both of my own, grinding myself to him, and using my arms to pull him to me closer. Though he didn't seem to mind. His hands had left my waist and had completely circled me, pulling me all the way to him.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was wrong, that I didn't even know this man, and that right now I didn't care. I had come to St. Louis to get away from my problems, and this seemed to be working. I would be going to work tomorrow that traveled the world and I wouldn't get to do this often. Why couldn't I enjoy myself?

I threw my head back with the beat of the music as he was moving his and our faces brushed together. I froze. Completely. And he noticed. He looked at me in confusion and I don't know what took over me. I completely lost my mind. I grabbed him on either side of the face and pulled him to me, kissing him with all I had. It took all of five seconds to realize what I'd done to jump backwards and stare at him in shock.

"I.. I'm sorry!" I stuttered. And turned and ran through the crowd. I got nearly to the door and I felt a hand on my elbow, pulling me around. I turned to see the man I had just jumped.

"I'm not sorry," his voice was gruff, full of emotion, and his lips came crashing down on mine, and I reacted the only way I could. I kissed him back. I didn't know how long we kissed or stayed like that, but I didn't care. However, I did care when he pulled away. I actually pouted. He chuckled at me.

"How 'bout we go back to my place?" he asked, running his thumb over my pouting bottom lip.

Now, in a normal situation, I would slapped him across the face and stormed out, but I was drunk.

"I thought you'd never ask."


I woke up with sun shining bright in my face. I tried to roll over, to cover my eyes, something, but I couldn't, and I didn't grasp why. The next thing I picked up on was that I was in my underwear. My strapless bra and black panties. Nothing else. Not the giant t-shirt that I loved to sleep in, and I definitely didn't sleep in a bra. And somehow that last thing I noticed was the set of arms around my waist. Arms that were keeping me from shying away from the sun. I slowly managed to turn in the arms to found out that there was a man attached to the set of arms. Holy shit, I thought.

"What did I do last night?" I whispered to myself.

It was a mistake to have said anything. He started to twitch and move. Soon his eyes popped open. Once they focused on me, he smirked. Again, I had a mixed feeling of wheither to kiss him or smack him.

"Good morning Tiger," he said. I cringed at the nickname. That was just salt in a fresh wound. He must have noticed because he let go of me and moved to get out of bed. I didn't know what to expect, so I just closed my eyes, which caused him to laugh.

"Really? After everything, you still have to close your eyes? Besides, I'm covered."

Covered? That's his idea of covered? I'd like to see the girl he stole those shorts from. But then I noticed that I was staring at him nearly naked. Even if we had had… well, I don't remember any of it. And now that I'm getting to see him nearly naked it's no surprise that I caved last night under the influence. From wrist to shoulder blade was covered in tattoos, in entricate patterns, that I found intriguing. And, I hate to admit, sexy. He was tan from head to toe and well built. Tone muscle.

When he went to the bathroom, I shot out of the bed and dashed around the room looking for my clothes. I found my skirt on his side of the room and I my shoes where kicked them on opposites sides of the bed. When I found my shirt, I could've screamed. My favorite shirt, was ripped, nearly in half. I had already put my skirt on and my shoes when I found my shirt. When he came back in I was holding my shirt looking like my dog had just died. I looked to him and shaked it in his face.

"Oh yea. I'm sorry about that. I'll pay you back for that. And I'll let you have one of my shirts to go home in."


"You're welcome."

Well, this was awkward. I have never ever been in this position before in my life.

"Well, look, I have to go. I have this new job I'm starting tonight, and It's really important…" I kinda just trailed off.

"Right… I'll call you a taxi to take you to your car. My tab."

"Oh, no! I couldn't let you do that!" I insisted.

"Look… I don't even know you name?" he asked


He smiled, "Lora, I'll pay, don't worry, just get home safely."

He walked me to the door when the taxi got there. This was just the most awkward moment of my life and all I wanted was to just get home and take a bath. I felt utterly gross.

I opened the door to the taxi, and turned to look at him one more time, what would it hurt.

"What is your name?"



I walked into the arena to the loud buzz of noises all around me. I used to watch this on TV a few years back but never did I imagine working for them. I smiled to myself if I could see the faces of my family if they knew of my new job. There were men and women walking past me in spandex, obviously getting ready for work. I looked down at the paper in my hands and read the letterings on the door again, making sure I was at the right door before I knocked.

I heard muffled voices, and clear "Come in!" I placed a shakey hand on the doorknob and twisted and pushed it out of the way.

I had tunnel vision. I had seen him on TV so many times before, but seeing him in person was nothing like this. I was giddy, frightened, and faint all at once. He was bigger than he seemed on TV. And when he spoke, he voice was just as gravelly as it always has been.

"Ah, right on time, Miss Pierce! I like that!" Vince McMahon said. He walked around his desk and held out his hand for me and shook hands with Mr. McMahon. "How are you this evening?"

"I'm just fine, thank you for asking sir," I was in a dream. This was not happening. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

"We were just having a meeting with are biggest superstars. Fellas', this is our new crew member, Lora Pierce, Head of Musical Sound Check, Lora, this is Dave Batista, the animal," he said, pointing a rather big man, with a shaved head, scowling face, sunglasses (inside I might add) and overlydressed for an informal meeting like this.

"John Cena, the champ," and a man with bright orange shirt and an equally bright smile got up and shook my hand and welcomed me to the business. He also had short to the head hair, but it worked for him, and dimples when he smiled. I had heard his name before.

"And last but not least, the legend killer, Randy Orton," Mr. McMahon said, and turned toward and all too familiar face. The only thing was that face was staring at me like I had two heads. And I'm sure I was doing no better. I locked eyes with him, and I could see the shock and recognition flash in his eyes. Oh God, I thought. This was not happening. My one night stand was standing before me in a black t-shirt and a pair of speedo-like wrestler trunks. My eyes couldn't help but roam over his body. But only before snapping back to his eyes.

Randy Orton? God, what did I get myself into…

I knew I had been standing there staring too long, but I didn't know what to say. But he recovered before I did, and smugly walked over to me.

"Lora, was it? Welcome to the business," he looked me up and down and calmly walked back over to his seat and lowered hisself. I saw red. I don't know what pissed me off, maybe it was the utter smugness on his face, or the fact that he completely ignored me; it didn't matter. Whatever it was, it made me bold. I walked over to Mr. McMahon.

"So, let me get this straight, he's the animal,"I pointed to Dave and he just nodded, "and he's the champ" pointing at Cena.

John held up the title and pointed at me, "That's my girl!"

I smiled despite myself. And I turned to point at Randy, "And he's the womanizer-oh, I mean legend killer, right?"

Randy's head snapped up to look at me with a shocked and angry expression. I watched as his eyes went from wide and shocked to narrow and angry. John busted out laughing and even Dave looked like he could've laughed. Mr. McMahon chuckled.

"That does seem to be the general consensus around here," he agreed.

Randy Orton growled, stood up, slamming his chair back, and stormed from the room. John frowned after him.

"He didn't look to happy."

Who cares, I thought.

Whoooo!! End of chapter 1!! What did ya think!!?? Did ya like it?? I hope ya did! Cause I got more coming after this!! Read and review!!!!!