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Foretold Future	By : Redneckgirl Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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‘Ladies and gentlemen, I think I have a slight problem with gambling and I’m gonna hold my hands up to it and confess. I was in a bar last night with a group of guys playing poker using a deck of tarot cards. I got a full house and three people died man! I HAVE A PROBLEM! Seriously, can you imagine how many motherfuckers I’d have taken out if I’d have got two death cards in a flush with the devil and we’d been in Vegas?’ said Nadine, making the crowd below her completely crack up, three guys in particular nearly crying.

‘But the average gambler faces a hell of a lot to contend with when he’s playing up in Vegas, I’ll tell you that right now! Let’s just say there are a few reasons why he house always wins, and the main one is all the half naked women with the big plastic boobies wearing a sequin over each nipple they got walking around the casino! I swear the roulette wheels cash in, because every time one of them bitches walks past all the guys all stare like this and there’s only one number those chips are going on- SIXTY GODDAMN NINE! Okay so I know the wheel only goes up to forty but hell they’ll split the chips on the six and the nine while they’re minds are thinking about splitting something else!’ she continued, once again reducing the crowd to a hysterical mass.

‘Oh damn she’s so funny!’ said Matt as he felt his cheeks begin to hurt from too much laughter, looking across the table to see his brother Jeff and their friend Shannon both in a similar state. They were at a small bar in Whispering Pines watching a stand up comedy night, and the woman on stage was by far the funniest of the night so far. Sure she ripped it out of the guys, but also her comedy was universal; men and women alike could enjoy it equally. And as she told joke after joke the crowd wailed, and even though he found what she was saying to be hilariously funny Shannon just sat back and laughed quietly, too distracted by how attractive he found her to put any more effort into vocalising anything louder.

She had mid length dark brown hair, and eyes he just couldn’t work out from the distance between him and the stage, but they looked too light to be brown and too dark to be blue, set upon a pretty face with arched eyebrows and high cheekbones.

‘Mmmm, nice body too’ he noted to himself, his eyes looking over her frame and noticing how well put together she was, hourglass in shape with nice rounded breasts, and a few inches shorter than him in height. She was funny and cute; he knew he was doomed. Even more so when later in the evening when he found himself talking to her, and really liking what he heard.

‘Can I buy you a drink for making me laugh so much?’ he asked as he walked over to the pool table in the other room adjoining the bar where she was sinking the balls on her own, everyone else too carried away with watching the band playing out in the other room.

‘Yeah, yeah I guess you can. Thank you’ replied Nadine; looking up to see the very gorgeous guy she’d noticed in the audience earlier standing by the edge of the table. She felt like she recognised him somehow, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

‘No problem, same again?’ he asked, pointing at the bottle of imported beer.

‘Please’ she replied with a smile as he walked over to the small bar that lead around in an arch from the other room.

‘Man he’s cute!’ she thought to herself, leaning down over the pool table to take a shot, watching him paying the girl behind the bar and turning his black lined eyes back to her as he turned around and watched her take the shot.

‘Thanks’ she said as he held the bottle out in front of her. ‘Driving?’ she then enquired, nodding her head toward the glass of water he was drinking.

‘I don’t drink. Well that’s a lie I do sometimes, just not most of the time’ he said, feeling himself smiling without even thinking as he looked at her pretty face, and grey eyes. He’s never seen grey eyes before in his life; they looked almost silver in places and caught his attention fast.

‘So do you play’ said Nadine, tapping her que on the table before sending the purple ball in the left hand centre of the table into one of the middle pockets.

‘Badly’ confessed Shannon, laughing through his nose softly and leaning back against the wall. Nadine took another shot and smiled over at him.

‘Want me to teach you?’ she said, raising a single eyebrow at him that caused his stomach to flip.

‘Nah, but if you can teach me how to make a whole room full of people laugh like you just did, that’d be pretty cool’ he said as she walked over and took a sip of her beer.

‘So you liked my set then?’ she asked, wondering just how big his muscles were underneath the black hoodie she could see them bulging out of.

‘I did, you’re very funny. The bit about the tarot cards.....’ he said, breaking off into laughter half way through. ‘Three people died’ he followed with, laughing some more. Nadine knew he wasn’t laughing for effect, he’d genuinely found her funny; it was the kind of feedback she liked the most, someone attempting to tell her their favourite part of her repertoire but falling into hysterics about half way through. Once he’d managed to compose himself he continued to talk, sitting down next to her once she had turned to rest the que against the table.

‘How long have you been doing the comedy thing for then?’ he asked, watching her pick the foil label around the neck of her beer with her thumbnail.

‘Forever really. I’ve always liked being able to make people laugh, I was always the class clown or the girl doing Jackass style stunts with her friends before the damn show came on TV, stole up all my ideas they did the motherfuckers!’ she said, making him laugh again.

‘The actual stand up part which I guess you were referring to, since I was eighteen. Four years now in case you were wondering how old I am’ she said, feeling butterflies in her stomach at catching his eye, which she had tried to avoid doing a little. She always felt somewhat shy in the company of a man she found attractive, and even more so with the guy sat next to her for he was incredibly sexy too. The way he was looking at her, eyes intently searching hers, it almost made her feel uncomfortable.

‘This isn’t meant as an insult but you look older than twenty two’ he said, looking a little nervous of her response.

‘I always get people say that to me funnily enough, you ain’t the first sugar. So how old are you then?’ she asked, taking another sip of her drink.

‘Twenty nine, oh and my name’s Shannon by the way’ he said, just before pulling his hoodie over his head and revealing two massive muscular tattooed arms, the words and the sight taking Nadine back seventeen years to being sat on that stool in the purple tent.

‘And a man with blonde hair and tattoos will come and save you........................................ he has an Irish name’ she heard the old woman say, and for a moment blanked out a little. She snapped out of it quickly but still felt strange, like she was drowning and surfacing at the same time so excused herself and headed for the bathroom, locking herself into a cubicle and fanning herself with her hands as her heart began to kick along quicker and her mouth go dry.

‘Be rational Nadine, how many blonde haired blue eyed guys do you see around! Loads!’ her voice said up in her head as she let herself out of the cubicle again, walking over to the sink and splashing some cold water onto her face.

‘But how many have Irish names?’ she then thought. If she was honest she had always held what that fortune teller had foreseen in the back of her mind from that very day at the carnival, and now she guessed only time would tell if there was anything in it since she had just met a man fitting the exact description of the one whom would allegedly ‘save her’. And then she remembered him and ran back out again, hoping her little dash off so quickly hadn’t put him off.

‘Sorry, I didn’t know the sight of me taking off a hoodie made women run away so fast or I’d have kept it on’ he joked as she sat down again and looked as his arms.

‘You must work out a hell of a lot to stay that ripped’ she said, her eyes still not being able to leave the mesmerizing sight in front of her, drifting across to the white vest he wore and wondering if his chest was just as chiselled, and his stomach, and his.......... ‘NADINE STOP!’ she mentally scolded herself just before he answered.

‘About three hours a day, used to be up to five when I wrestled’ he said, making a piece of the jigsaw chink into place in her head. Of course she had seen him before, her best friend Liv was a wrestling fanatic.

‘That’s where I’ve seen you before! Smackdown!’ she said, making him smile in an amused way.

‘Sorry it’s just I don’t really watch wrestling but I recognise you from my friend Liv constantly watching WWE! I knew you lived here but I don’t think I’ve actually seen you around until now’ she continued with, drinking the last of her beer and putting the bottle down. ‘So I hear you left recently, why was that if you don’t mind me asking?’ she then asked.

‘I’ll reveal all in a sec, you need another one of those first’ he said, pointing to her beer and then getting up, squeezing her arm lightly as he did. Nadine knew it as the first little sign of flirting, and in under forty minutes it had gone from little touches here and there to all out ‘yeah I’m interested in you’ behaviour between the both of them.

‘You’ve missed a button’ he said, casting his eyes down for a moment before looking straight back up at her.

‘Are you looking at my tits?’ she asked, looking down and then back up at him again to catch his eyes heading south again. He looked back up at her and laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose and hiding his face for a few seconds before looking back at her.

‘They’re looking at me’ he managed eventually, looking her square in the eyes, determined not to look down again.

‘It’s not my fault they’re a little on the large size’ she said lightly.

‘When you wear tops like that it don’t exactly help’ he snorted, making her laugh and blush a little. From what she learned so far she really liked the guy sat next to her who kept touching her thigh as he spoke to her to emphasize a point, and who looked nowhere else but straight into her eyes (when she didn’t catch him checking out her chest that was).
Shannon Brian Moore, 29 years old, ex wrestler and now proud owner of Gas Chamber ink down in the town, divorced and single, three dogs and a love of zombies and vampires, and pretty similar taste in music to her too. He was just the kind of guy she went for, and really wished she’d had seen him around sooner, but the way things seemed to be going she was possibly onto a winner right there and then. Regardless of what the fortune teller had said, she’d still be interested.

‘You like my ink or something?’ he said, noticing her eyes travelling across his arms.

‘I like what’s underneath it more, you’re very muscular’ she said, running her hand down his arm as he flexed his bicep, making it shoot up hard under the skin as her fingers travelled across it. It sparked something very pleasant in her stomach, and all she could think of was running both hands all over him, feeling what every other hardened muscle of his body felt like at her fingertips.

‘Wow, big guns huh? They feel good’ she said, taking her hand away and looking back up at him, feeling the air between then grow heavy and atmospheric.

‘You wanna know what feels better?’ he asked, making her heart jump in her chest, excited nerves at wanting to know what he meant.

‘Tell me then, what feels better?’ she said, leaning a little closer to him, smelling how fresh and gorgeous he smelled, a mixture of chewing gum and cologne.

‘Follow me’ he said simply, picking his hoodie up and tying it around his waist and then taking her hand to lead her out of the back of the bar, walking down a little way from the door into the darkness and turning around to face her.

‘What feels better is if I bring this one around here, and this one around there’ he began, hooking one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. ‘And well the rest I’ll leave up to you’ he said just as her lips softly pressed to his in a kiss she couldn’t wait for any longer. He was so damn sexy she had to kiss him right there and then, and was seconds away from doing it in the bar anyway. And as he kissed her back he felt her shiver slightly, leaning down to her diminutive 5ft 6 frame and holding her tighter as his tongue circled with hers, her hands stroking the back of his neck just where the shaven hair started to prickle her fingertips, running them up and down the sides of his head slowly and back down to his neck. He was just so touchable, something about him made her just want to touch him all over, completely irresistible. She knew he was in trouble.

And as he kissed her he knew it too, she was so pretty, had such a gorgeous figure, made him laugh so much, he definitely knew he wanted to see her again; just to be kissed like that if nothing else. She was such a good kisser he could feel his dick start to move around, blood rushing into the veins and hardening so fast he was powerless to even try to will it not to.

‘Am I really that much of a good kisser’ she said, pulling away from him and looking down to the bump in his jeans that had been sticking into her stomach.

‘Yep’ he said, biting his lip and feeling himself go red, hiding his face in her shoulder as he put his arms around her again.

‘Awwww don’t be embarrassed, it’s a very nice compliment’ she laughed as Shannon tried to calm his libido.

‘Do you mind if I don’t kiss you again for about another ten minutes? I kinda need to calm down I think’ he said into her shoulder, turning to kiss her cheek and then look back down at her.

‘Sure, wanna walk me home? It’s only fifteen minutes that way, by the time we get there you should be okay again’ she said, running her hands down his arms and thinking she might be the one who would have to calm down if she did that too much.

‘Cool’ he said, taking her hand and beginning to walk away from the bar with her. He’d call Matt or Jeff once he got home and let them know where he’d vanished to. And as they walked they talked more about themselves, the fifteen minute walk taking an hour because of the amount the stopped and kissed, and because he sat with her for half an hour on the fence to the entrance of the trailer park still just talking and kissing. He really liked her.

‘So where is your place then? You said it wasn’t far’ asked Nadine.

‘Come with me and I’ll show you’ he said, stroking her hair as she sat
back with her head against his chest.

‘I’m not that easy buster!’ she said, giving his arm a little tap.

‘That’s not even what I meant Nadine, chill!’ he laughed, knowing that although his body had grossly betrayed his intentions he had no interest in sleeping with her on the night he met her. He wasn’t that easy either.

‘I know I’m only teasing. I can’t anyway. I also happen to work part time at the bar and Mickey wants me in early to take care of an early delivery, so I need some shut eye. But I’ll come see it another time for sure’ she said, turning her head to kiss him. She really liked him.

‘Damn, alright then. Are you busy tomorrow night? I’d like to see you then if I could?’ he then asked. Nadine smiled, realizing he liked her too and the fact that he wanted to see her again was nothing but a good sign.

‘Call me tomorrow okay? I finish at one so I’m free any time after that’ she said, lowering herself down off the fence and welcoming his warm body back into her arms once he had climbed down too.

‘Okay I’ll call you after you’re done, see ya tomorrow sugar’ he said, giving her one last lingering kiss.

‘Bye sexy’ she replied, untangling herself from his arms and sliding her hand down his arm until it reached his hand, giving his fingers a squeeze until they broke apart, heading in their separate directions and looking back at each other cutely.

‘Awwwwww damn he’s so cute! And he’s so nice! Awwwwww!!!!’ she thought excitedly, waiting until she had turned down onto the row their two trailers were on before doing a few little happy skips and jumps in the air. She fizzed with happiness all the way home, kicking off her boot at the door and going into the trailer her parents shared (she and Same had their own) to say hello.

‘So how did it go? Did you have them rolling in the aisles?’ asked her mother as soon as she walked through the door.

‘Yeah it was a good crowd mamma, I wish you could have made it’ said Nadine, picking up one of the families cats and giving her a kiss on the tummy.

‘I know angel pie, but with this old leg still giving me trouble I gotta take it easy’ said her mother, gesturing to the plaster cast around the lower half of her leg from a recent broken ankle.

‘I’d have come to cheer you on if I could have sweetie, but I didn’t finish work until late. I’m glad you had a good night anyway, I'm off to bed. See you both in the morning’ said her father, giving Nadine a look she knew the meaning of instantly, the same one that made her blood still run cold. ‘Be ready for me’. She swallowed away a feeling of sickness and forced a smile onto her face as her mother sat down and passed her a cup of tea, patting her knee with a bright smile as they sat back and watched the television flicker in the corner. And rather than do what she wanted to do and go to sleep just to be woken up by a gun jabbing her in the side Nadine stayed up and watched TV until her mother decided it was time to go to bed, and then turned in herself in her own trailer too.

She put her pyjamas on and lay back in bed, waiting. She knew he would wait until her mother had fallen asleep before he crept out and so counted the minutes after she had seen their lights dim to darkness, the trailer door creaking open twenty five minutes after that. And like any other given night her bedroom door opened and he came in, closing it softly behind him and walking over to the bed.

‘Not a sound’ he said, pressing the cold metal of the gun barrel against her temple as she took off her pyjama bottoms, his weight coming down onto her and then the sickening feeling of him penetrating her, that moment where all she wanted to do was die each time it happened. And as she lay there being violated by her own flesh and blood two tears trickled down her face; she wished she’d gone to Shannon’s after all.
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