We're given the cue to pull forward in 30 seconds. We wait the 30 seconds, and pull into the arena; the cameras on us. Brock parks, takes the car keys out of the ignition, and walks over to my side of the car and opens my door. I get out, and put my 'acting face on'. He grabs my hand and intertwines my fingers with his. We walk to his dressing room, and he sits down; pulling me onto his lap.
Me:
I don't see why I have to be here, babe?
Brock:
Because, you're with me. Plus, it's one week to SummerSlam. You know the crowd is going to want to see the future WWE World Heavyweight Champion.
Me:
(I run my hands through his thin marine haircut)
Don't get too cocky, babe...cockiness is often someone's downfall.
Brock:
It won't be mine. Now, gimmie a kiss.
(as much as I hate it) I wrap my arms around his neck. He looks at me; smirking. He grabs the back of my neck and presses his lips to mine. I force myself to make out with him. He holds his hand on the back of my neck. We hear the crowd "oooo"-ing and cheering. When I try to break away, Brock deepens the kiss, pushing me down on the couch. He breaks away; stroking my hair. Then, Paul comes in; seeing Brock on top of me.
Paul:
Am I interrupting something?
Me:
(clearing my throat)
No. Sorry. (as Brock gets off me) you wanted to talk to us?
Paul:
Yes, mainly you. It's about Summerslam.
Me:
What about Summerslam?
Paul:
Well, Brock wants you out in his corner...but, you are not allowed to talk except to cheer him on.
Me:
I- (crowd boo's) oh, I...
I look at Brock. He gives me the serious look. I bow my head.
Me:
(obediently)
Yes, sir.
Brock smirks; petting my hair like a dog.
Brock:
Good girl. (to Paul) See Paul, what'd I tell you—she listens to her man.
Paul:
That she does. (to me) So, what'll it be?
Me:
I'll do as I'm told.
Brock:
'Atta girl! I'm glad you're so obedient.
I sheepishly smile. Paul hands me one of my dresses and I go to the bathroom to change into it.
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