Devotion | By : SarAndAsh Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 2003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Leyna’s POV
Something was a little off about Nikki tonight, but I didn't have time to stand around and interrogate her about it. As soon as she and Maryese went out to the ring, I was busy getting the next match together. My clipboard said that their match was supposed to last three minutes and some odd seconds. I had a feeling that Nik might run it over a little, but she usually kept to the time limits and made it look good when she had to.
Now, I said that was her on a normal night, but tonight wasn't exactly normal. Paul was staring at the monitor with a look that was close to murderous, and it certainly got my attention. Glancing at my watch, I realized the entire problem. Nikki had already passed the four-minute mark for the match, and was still going. She didn't look so hot though, she was bleeding pretty badly actually, but I couldn't tell where it was coming from exactly.
"What is she trying to pull?" Paul asked, well growled actually, as he watched her in the ring. He's protective of her, even if he acts like he's a big tough guy, when it comes to her he's a teddy bear. I watched as Nikki finished Maryese off and go in for the pin; don't ask me how she did it because I have no idea. Three seconds later, the bell rang and I signalled for her music to start playing. She stood up for a second and then hit the mat, leaning against the turnbuckle.
I almost cringed, I know I'd told her to kick Maryese's ass for me, but she'd never taken it that seriously before. Just as I opened my mouth to ask Paul to go help her out, dad zoomed by me toward the ring. Ok then, not sure why he had a rocket under his ass to get to her. Yeah, I really need to ask him about that, maybe Paul threatened him with pain unless he kept Nikki safe. Looking to my fill-in, I handed over my clipboard and stuff to keep the show running.
My worry over Nik was starting to get worse; she couldn't even stand up on her own. Paul and I stood near the curtain as dad carried her up the ramp into the back. "I'm sure she was just taking out a little frustration, Paul. Don't be too hard on her." I said in her defence for the moment, I'd chew her out later if she didn't have a good excuse for this one. She knew better than to get that physical in a kayfabe match, it was supposed to be a push for Maryese.
Oh shit, Vince was going to have a bitch fit when he found out that Nikki intentionally won that title. Maybe that's what had Paul so uptight now, Vince loved Nikki to pieces, but she still had to follow his rules. "She knows better, she could have gotten hurt worse than she already is." He growled as he locked eyes with dad as he walked into the back with Nikki in his arms. Paul looked her over a few times and then seemed to calm down, "Hey princess, you feeling ok?" Nik just grinned and nodded. My dad put her down and she looked at me with a light smile, “Ley, I kicked her ass for you.”
Paul picked up a towel, laughed at her and started to clean her face off for her, “You took some hits too I think, princess.” I watched as she leaned against dad’s side, clutching that title like it was going to disappear. Not that I blame her though, she got the crap beaten out of her and still won it, for that I was proud of her. The other part of me wanted to strangle her for getting that physical and personal with Maryese. Then again, I was growing more and more curious about the strange way she was behaving around my dad.
“I need a ride back to the hotel, Kevy, do you mind?” Now she had a nickname for my dad? Yeah, something was going on there and I needed to figure out what it was before I was the one going crazy. He shook his head and carefully lifted her up into his arms again, “Yeah, you need it I think. I’ll drop her off outside her room, Paul. Take care of Leyna for me.” Paul just nodded and smiled at her before dad turned and walked off down the hall toward the locker rooms. Lucky for Nik, I don’t think he paid much attention to how she’d been acting.
I’d give it a few minutes and then I was going to go after them and see if I could have a chat. Something was just telling me to go check it out, and trust me; I’m not normally so nosy about dad’s business. You just have to see things from my side here; it involves my dad and my best friend, so yeah I need to check it out for myself. “So...When do I go out again?” Paul asked, breaking through my thoughts. I quickly looked at my clipboard and looked up and down it to find his name. “You are second last out, good luck, not that you need it.” I said before walking off in the direction of my dad’s locker room so that I could grab my purse before he left.
When I opened the door to said locker room I saw something I didn’t expect. My best friend was lip locking with my father. “Holy shit…just when I thought I knew everything about my best friend…” Now most people would freak out at this point but not me. As long as they didn’t hurt each other then that was just fine. Hell I was happy about it, Daddy needs some happiness and well Nik needs to get away from the losers. The only thing I will be mad about is the length of time they’ve hidden this. I’d rather know about it than have them hide it.
I stood there, arms crossed; eyebrows raised high, just trying to look angry. I knew Nik could see through it but Dad would think I was angry. “Now Ley, honey, this ain’t what it looks like...” Now I had to try not to laugh, it was funny really, how often is it that the father is the one being caught? “Daddy, I think it’s exactly what it looks like. Now just look after each other and all is good.” I said breaking out into a grin. Nik looked relieved and well Dad didn’t. “I understand you might be upset but let’s be-wait what?”
At that point I cracked up. “Daddy, I’m fine with it. Just do us all a favour and tell Paul soon otherwise when he does find out he’ll freak. I’ll see you guys later.” With that I grabbed my purse from the nearby table and made my way out of the room, still laughing. I made it back to my post where Paul was looking over my clipboard. “Hey, hands off! That thing is my baby. My precious...” I couldn’t help it. I was now in a funny mood. Paul just laughed at me and handed me the clipboard. I went to walk over to the table that had water and such on it and managed to get to it without any problems.
“Pauly; since Daddy is giving Nik a ride; can I ride with you? Please?” I asked with my best puppy dog look. Paul sighed and then nodded. “I supposed I could. Jeez at this rate people are gonna start thinking that we’re together or something.” I nearly had a heart attack, but decided to toss something right back at him, “Maybe we should be.” Oh snap, I just said that, to Paul of all people. He looked at me, his eyebrows somewhere around his hairline; I think I just shocked the great Triple H, point for me! Now, as long as I didn’t die on the ride home with him, I’d be good to go. Chances are though, I was going to die.
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