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Title: More than TNA
Author: Krys/kid dynamo
Characters: Krys (OC), A.J. Styles, Jeff Hardy, and anybody else I throw in along the way.
Summary: I’m doing this off the top of my head, so even I couldn’t tell ya! Lmao (PS: This is the prequel to "Too Young to Fall in Love")

Chapter One:

I’ve been with A.J. since we were kids. My dad would always drive me over to Gainesville just to meet him. I guess that’s when I learned the “Love at first sight” mentality. Cause ever since after the first day we met, I’ve been saying that we were meant to be together.

It all started when I was twelve. My daddy, Theodore Long, or “Teddy” as he’s affectionately is referred to, took me to a wrestling show near Gainesville, Georgia. Seeing as how I’m his only little girl and fan of wrestling, he just HAD to, or I would’ve given him hell for it if he didn’t. *grins*

I had just come from the snacks stand, carrying a truckload of junk food and soda, when all these people started running past me, knocking all my candy out of my hands. Just then, I start cursing up a storm as I pick up my stash, I see these hand helping me with my candy. I look up into the face of a cutie. He had a pudding bowl haircut, with a mass of black curls tumbling down into his face. I froze, dropping my stash back onto the floor. I thought I was in love.

“Are you okay?” he asked, helping me to my feet, then bent down and picking my candy up and handed it back to me.

I stared up into his eyes and my heart skipped a beat. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, thanks.” I was barely able to say anything, or else my tongue would’ve been down my throat in an instant.

He smiles, and my insides screamed. “I’m Allen,” he said, holding out his hand to me. “Allen Jones. But everybody calls me A.J.”

I stare at him and say, “I’m yours.”

He blushes, but his face showed that he was amused. “Well, I doubt that can happen, since I don’t know your name, little lady,” he said.

I blush madly. “Krys,” I mumble, looking away.

“Want me to walk you back to your seat in case you drop your candy again, Krys?” he asks teasingly.

“No, I’m fine,” I snap, then storm off. Men, I think angrily. Just because I drop my candy he doesn’t have to take it as an invitation. What a pig!



I managed to calm down once I got to my seat, but a few minutes after the show and everyone was leaving to go back home, when I spotted him again. The A.J. creep had been practically next to me the whole show and hadn’t said anything till I dropped my candy!

I got my jacket and the rest of my candy and climb over the guardrail and through the curtains to meet my dad. “Hi daddy!” I squeal once I saw him. He was talking to one of the wrestlers whose match he’d refereed that night, Abdullah the Butcher. “Honey, this is Abdullah the Butcher, who as always was covered in blood. “Abdullah, this is my little girl Krystle, or Krys as she likes to be called.”

The big, bloody man held his hand out to shake mine, and seeing how hardcore a fan of his I was, I shook it, almost running screaming like a maniac when a small drop of his blood touched my fingers. “Hey Krys,” he said in a thick voice. “How you doin’ girl?”

“Um, f-fine,” I say shakily. Hastily, I let go of his hand and turn to my dad. “Um, daddy, I’ll be out in the car waiting. I got you some candy to share with me.”

Since my dad knew the only time I turned the sweet act on him was when I wanted something, he gave me a ‘what now?’ look. “Okay girl, what do you want this time?”

I give him a big cheesy smile, which he can never refuse. “More candy?”

My dad shook his head with a smile as he handed me a few dollars. “I swear, girl, you keep eatin’ all that candy, you gonna get diabetes someday!” I only smile and wave off his attempt to scare me and walk to the snack stand.

He was there again, this time getting some soda. “Hey,” he said once he spotted me. “What’re you doin’ back here? Candy for the road?”

“None of your business, Mr. Allen Jones,” I say coolly but playfully. “I’m about to go home. Wanna walk me to my dad’s car and say bye before I take a long trip back to Atlanta?”

He gets a big grin on his face. “You’re from Atlanta?” he asks incredulously. When I nod he says, “I’m from Gainesville! We’re practically neighbors!”

I nod. “Great. We’re only 50 miles apart! That means we can visit each other!” We hug, and I realize that I’ve never really been this close with a guy before, with the exception of my dad.

We stood there in front of my dad’s car, when he pulls away, reaches into his backpack, pulls out a notebook and pen and starts scribbling stuff on it. When he hands it to me, I have to look at him. “What?” he says shrugging. “You said we could visit each other, so I wrote my address down for ya.”

I can’t help but smile as I write down my address for him and my name. “Cool,” he says with a smile. “I’m goin’ to a high school this year. Maybe we could even go to the same high school?”

“What? We just met dude, and you’re talkin’ to me about goin’ to high school with you! I’ll think it over.” I smile and hug him, then get in the car while A.J. waves and walks off.

My dad gets in on the driver’s side and pulls off. “So, did you have a good time, hon?”

I smile to myself, thinking of A.J. “Yeah, dad. I had a great time. And I can’t wait to go next time!”
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Chapter Two:

~Two Weeks Later~

My dad dropped me off at A.J.’s house that weekend and went up to the door with me and knocked on the door. “Dad,” I groaned. “I’ll be fine by myself.”

“You may say that now, but this boy could rape you and kill you, and I would never know a thing about it,” my dad said. “Trust me kiddo. If he’s home, then he won’t mind if I talk to him for a few minutes.”

“Fine.” The door opens, and A.J. stands there in the doorway. His black hair blows in the slight wind, and he has a smile on his face. “Hi, you must be Krys’s dad, right?”

Dad nods. “Yes, son. I am Theodore R. Long, and I understand you wanna see my daughter.”

A.J. brings us in and we sit down in the living room. “Um, well, we are just acquaintances at the moment Mr. Long, but I hope that we’ll become friends.”

He catches my eye, and we smile at each other. “I read ya loud and clear boy.” He stands up and kisses my forehead. “Gimme a call when you’re done sweetie.” AJ shows him to the door, and he shakes my dad’s hand before my dad walks out.

After closing the door, AJ turns to me. “So, what do you wanna do today?”

“I dunno…How about we got out for pizza or something?”

AJ smiles. “Sure.” We go out to a nearby pizza shop, and we get a booth near the window. “So, how long have you been watchin’ wrestling?” he asks.

“Just about all my life, I guess. My dad’s a referee, and he takes me to all the wrestling shows he can, or I give him hell for it.” We laugh, then carry on our conversation while munching on pepperoni pizza.

An hour later, we pull up at a playground, which is thankfully empty. “Wow, I haven’t been in a playground in AGES!” I breathed, running over to a swing. “Push me, AJ, push me!” I squeal.

AJ gets behind me and grabs the chains, then pushes me hard. I squeal happily, feeling the air breeze into my face. After five minutes, I stop the swing and dig my sneakers into the dirt and stand up. “Get on,” I say to him.

He looks at me, confused. “Why?”

“I have an idea. Just get on.”

He sits on the swing, and I sit on his lap, facing him. He starts pushing with his legs, and we swing high in the air. Almost beside myself with joy, I let out a sky-splitting squeal and wrap my arms around his neck. For a brief moment, we stare into each other’s eyes, then as we sail up into the air again, I kiss him softly, and he returns it.



We get back to his house around five that evening, and the sky is a little dark; the sun is just beginning to set. I call my dad as soon as we get in, and he says he’d be there in an hour, which gives me enough time to be with AJ some more.

“I had fun today,” I whisper with a smile on my face. “I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun since I was a kid.”

AJ pulls me close. “I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in one day either. And we just met.”

We share a quick kiss, then pull away. “Does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?” I ask shyly.

AJ smiles and my heart soars. “Of course.” My dad’s car pulls up, and we hug one more time.

“Bye AJ,” I whispered as he gives me a quick peck on the cheek, then I get in my dad’s car, and we pulled off.

“Did you have fun hon?” he asked as we pulled off.

“Yeah, dad. Lots of fun.” I smile to myself, imagining and feeling AJ’s lips on mine again. I can’t wait to see you next week.
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Chapter Three:

~Three Years Later~

AJ and I continued our relationship all throughout the rest of our middle school years. After our middle school graduations, we both applied to attend Southside High School, the high school closest to my home. Unfortunately and fortunately for AJ, he had to move from Gainesville and out of his school district here to Atlanta just to be with me, leaving all his friends behind.

The day he moved into his house three blocks from my house was one of the best days of our lives. He introduced me to his parents, who were very sweet and kind to me. They weren’t big wrestling fans, but they supported AJ when he said that he wanted to be a wrestler.

One day, when we were walking back from the school bus stop where we had been dropped off coming home from school, AJ grabbed my hand. “You know Krys, these past 4 years have been so great,” he said, kissing my hand softly, making me blush, since he was doing this where everyone who got off the bus with us could see.

“Are…are you breaking up with me, AJ?” I ask shakily, almost on the verge of tears. I hope not. He’s been so good to me; I hope he’s not leaving me for someone else.

“No! Of course not, Krys. I love you too much to do a thing like that,” he said, pulling me into a tight hug. “I just wanted to know that if…if I became a wrestler, would you be my manager?”

Without giving a moment’s thought, I shout, “YES! I’d LOVE to be your manager!” He picks me up and hugs me tight.

When he puts me down, we laugh while the other kids disperse and flock home. We go to the nearby pizza place and pick our usual fave booth. He holds my hands and whispers, “I’m so glad you’re gonna be my manager, ‘because I’d never pick anyone else.”

“AJ, you’re being so romantic,” I whisper before kissing him fully. We almost made out in the pizza place if it wasn’t for the damn waiter, who cleared his throat and put the pizza in front of us with two Pepsis.

“You might wanna eat the food before it winds up all over your clothes,” he said with a wink, then walked off.

AJ gets a wicked grin to his face then says, “Why don’t we go back to my place and put a lot more than pizza on each other?”

I get a wicked grin to my face as well. “I will if you will,” I whisper to him.

He couldn’t pay that damn bill fast enough.



We got back to his place, and he immediately pounces on me. By some miracle, we make our way up to his bedroom, and make it over to his bed. He kisses me softly, and then makes his way down my body while trying to make me comfortable.

Despite what he’s doing to me is turning me on, I have to try and put on the brakes. “AJ…AJ stop, please,” I whisper softly, closing my eyes. “Stop.”

He looks at me through confused eyes. “Why?” he asks. “I thought you wanted this?”

“I do…But I’m just not ready right now. Can’t we just lie here for a while instead?”

He nods and holds me close. In the back of my mind, I can’t help but feel guilty for doing this to him. We’ve been dating for over three years! Why can’t I go all the way with him?
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Chapter Four:

The day of our senior prom, I’m running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to get everything I need done at the last minute. It seems like everything that could go wrong for me and AJ does go wrong.

First, the stylist who was supposed to do my hair cancelled on me just as I was leaving to go to the shop, so I had to get another job, NOT the do I was supposed to get, done by another stylist, who used all this smelly stuff that made me throw up twice. By twelve that afternoon, I was in jeans and a tank top with a new hairstyle and rushing to get back to my house to get my dress on and meet AJ in time for the prom.

Instead of stepping into the shower the moment I stepped foot into the house, I take a nap, with a bunch of rollers (via my mother) in my hair. By the time I wake up again, it’s 6:30, and I have less than two hours to get all these damn rollers out of my hair, take a shower, and get all of this shit on, and THEN meet AJ at his house to go to the hotel for our prom.

“DADDY!!!” I shriek as I look all around for my dress. “WHERE’S MY DRESS?! I CAN’T LEAVE WITHOUT MY DRESS!!!”

“Calm down girl, calm down,” dad says as he comes up to my room with my dress on a hanger. He hangs it on the door and watches as I get dressed. “My little girl, all grown up,” he whispers as I run around like a maniac, clawing at the stupid rollers and shrieking for my mom to help me get them out. “Seems like it was only yesterday you were begging me not to leave you alone with other kids in kindergarten because you were so afraid of them.”

That makes me stop, and I offer him a small smile as Michael Jackson’s “Stranger in Moscow” off his HIStory CD # 2 plays. I calm down slightly and on my dress, a deep seductive red mini-dress with sequins, and a matching pair of red high-heeled leather calf boots.

Finally, I unhook the rollers out of my hair and pull them out, one by one. As I do so, one deep dark brown tendril cascades down my shoulders from each roller.

Finally, with my hair cascading around my shoulders in a dark halo, the doorbell rings. My mom gets up and answers it. Once the door opens, I gasp. AJ is standing there, a nervous smile on his face and wearing a black tux with a small carnation flower in his breast pocket.

His jaw drops when he sees me, and my jaw drops when I see him. “Hey,” he says quietly. He pulls a corsage out of his pocket and places it on my wrist. “For our big night,” he says with a grin.

I smile and kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you,” I whisper, then turn to my parents, who are snapping away with two different cameras. “Um, see you guys tomorrow.” AJ takes my arm, and we leave out, leaving my dad holding my mom, who is wiping her eyes with a handkerchief.

We walk out the door and down a block, then he covers my eyes. “What’s this?” I ask, amused. “You have some kinda special surprise for me?”

He kisses my cheek softly, then turns me to the street and removes his hands from my eyes. “Now you can look,” he says.

I open my eyes, and I gasp in happiness and shock. “You got a limo?”

“All for you.”
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Chapter Five:

~Adam’s Mark Hotel-Ballroom~

We walk into the grand ballroom of the Adam’s Mark Hotel where our prom is. I’m practically in shock; I’ve never been in such a beautiful place before. And I’m feeling out of place to boot. I’m a tomboy for God’s sake; I don’t feel right in a dress!

I grasp his arm in fear of being creeped out and puking my guts out all over the floor. “What’s wrong, Krys?” he asks, wrapping his arm around me protectively.

“N-nothing. I’m okay. It’s just that I’m not really used to a ballroom in a hotel and stuff like that…”

“Don’t worry about it kid. You’ll be fine. If you want, I’ll be by your side all night.”

I smile at him. “No, you goofball. You’re allowed to frolic and hang with some of your friends, too, ya know. You don’t have to cater to me all night long.”

“It’d be an honor.”

“Now you’re just bein’ whooped right about now,” I say jokingly, swatting his shoulder. “Let’s find a table and sit down, and then get some food into us. I’m starving!”

I sit down while AJ goes to get us some sodas to drink. After a few dances, I’m sitting and thinking to myself about the two of us sharing a hotel room to spend the night, a shadow falls over me. I look up into the face of Tamara Wallace, a girl who’d been bullying me since the ninth grade. Suddenly, she doesn’t look as tough as she was two years ago.

“Can you be helped, Tambourine?” I say, not bothering to cover the contempt in my voice.She’d better not try and mess up my night, I think, mentally almost daring her to touch me. I need an excuse to make up for 3 years’ worth of bullying. I wonder if I can squeeze three years of bullying, rumors and teasing into one ass-kicking.

“It’s Tamara,” she snaps. “I noticed that you came with A.J. Styles tonight-”

“SO?” I snarl, my eyes narrowing almost to the point that they’re slits. “What does my coming with A.J. have to do with you?”

“Nothing, nothing…But I did notice that you two weren’t exactly happy-go-lucky for a while…At least, A.J.’s not happy with you.”

“What are you talking about?” I snap, just wondering what she was getting at.

“Well, I saw AJ last night, and the poor thing was so depressed, I just had to do SOMETHING to cheer him up…and by the time I was finished doing that something, he didn’t even know who you are or that you even existed-”

Before the bitch could finish her statement, I had tackled her and was punching the living shit outta her and taking it to her my way. All that anybody else could see and hear was two girls fighting on the ground, one with blond hair getting her ass royally kicked by a brunette, who was screaming “YOU LYING BITCH!”

Before I could get a few more kicks or hits in on the smutty bitch, AJ grabs me around the waist and pulls me away. “What’s going on, Krys?” he asked, pushing my hair out of my eyes. “What was that all about?”

“That ho just said she fucked you!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face. I see the pale look on his face, and I see the shock flickering in his eyes, and I shake my head in denial. “No…A.J. PLEASE don’t tell me you actually slept with that bitch?!”

He puts his head down in shame, and I realize the grim reality of this night. “You slept with her…” I whisper slowly, backing away from his guilt-ridden face. “You slept with that whore, and you KNEW we hated each other!”

“Krys, please, listen to me-” he begs, but I slap him hard and run off. Fuck the prom; fuck spending the night with him, FUCK EVERYTHING!

I run up to my hotel room in tears and slam and lock the door, then lay on the bed, sobbing my heart out. “How could you, AJ? Tonight was supposed to be about us not that bitch Tamara…”

I grab my CD player out of my bag (I had a feeling I was gonna need it for something tonight) and pull out my Aerosmith “Big Ones” album and turn to number 14, “Angel,” which AJ had proclaimed as our song, and fall asleep listening to it over and over again.

So much for my big night…
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Chapter Six:

The next night, I walk slowly back to my house. Earlier this morning, I had changed from my dress which I never bothered to take off into a pair of jeans. I took a shower and cleaned Allen Jones from my mind and heart forever.

I unlocked the door with my key and slide in quietly without being detected or heard. As I walked into the dark living room, I notice that no one is home, which brings me some comfort. I slip upstairs to my room and close and lock the door, and putting the dress on the back of the door.

I lay on my bed and hold myself, softly singing to myself our second favorite song, “I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing” by Aerosmith.

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing,
Watch you smile while you are sleeping,
While you're far away and dreaming,
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender,
I could stay lost in this moment forever,
When every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure,


Don't wanna close my eyes,
I don't wanna fall asleep,
Cause I'd miss you babe,
And I don't wanna miss a thing,
Cause even when I dream of you,
The sweetest dream would never do,
I'd still miss you babe,
And I don't wanna miss a thing.

I trusted you Allen, I think to myself as the tears welled up in my eyes again. And now look what you’ve done. You slept with the one girl I’d hated with all my heart. Now she can keep you, ‘cause I want nothing to do with you anymore.

I get up and wipe my eyes. “Keep your head up girl,” I say to myself. “He’s only a guy; there’s gonna be a lot more guys out there instead of him. Might as well get dinner on for mom and dad.”



When my parents got home, I was just finishing bringing dinner out and putting it on the dining room table. The table was set, and biscuits were in the oven. They sat down and immediately began to question me. “Okay sweetie, what happened this time?” my mom asks, helping herself to some macaroni and collard greens.

I only sniffle and serve them each a plate of salad. “How many guesses do we get?” my dad asks. I only go into the kitchen and bring out the biscuits and heap them on their plates. “Damn it Krys, tell us what’s wrong!”

“There’s nothing to tell!” I snap, then ran up to my room in tears.

Later that night, the doorbell rings, and my dad answers it. AJ is standing there, a look of sadness and guilt on his face. “Is Krys in?” he asks.

“Yeah son, but I don’t think she’s in any mood to talk to anyone, not even us, and that even excludes you,” he said coolly.

“But I really need to talk to her,” he begs. “Can I see her please?”

“Did you hurt my daughter, boy?” dad says, narrowing his eyes at the boy before him.

“That’s what I need to talk to her about, but she’s been avoiding me ever since last night’s prom.”

My dad opens the door wider. “Come on in, son, and follow me to the basement.” They come in and go down to the basement, where I am camping out and watching TV.

I look up, see my dad walking down the stairs, and HE’S with him. As soon as his eyes lock on mine, I get up off the couch I was on, got up, and run upstairs to my room.
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Chapter Seven:

“Krys!” AJ called, ready to follow her back up the stairs, but Theodore held him back.

“Hold on a minute, boy,” Teddy said. “I wanna talk to you before you go chasin’ after my daughter.” 

He sits AJ down in an armchair, while he settles himself on the couch. “Now, then Allen, why is Krystle so angry at you? Is it so bad that she wouldn’t even tell us what was bothering you?”

AJ gulped and grasped the arms of the armchair. “She got into a fight last night with this girl that’s been picking on her ever since the ninth grade. Only this time, the girl took it too far, and Krys finally snapped.”

Teddy nods. “What happened, boy?”

“I had went to get us some dinner, and when I came back, Krys was all over Tamara, beating her senseless and calling her a, excuse my language, a lying bitch.”

Teddy nodded again. “Go on.”

“Well, I pulled Krys off of Tamara and asked her what happened. She said that Tamara told her that I…I slept with her.”

Teddy stared at him with an intense gaze. “Well, son, did you?”

“It-it was an accident. I didn’t mean to-”

“But you did, and you didn’t explain to her what happened from your side. Correct?”

“Yeah. She never gave me the chance to, because she hit me and then ran off. I haven’t seen her until just now.”

Teddy nodded, then stood up. “I think I just might believe you, boy. I’ll think of a way for you to get her alone to talk to her. Until then, I think you just might have to stay away from her for a while.”



The next night, I was sitting in my room writing in my journal and listening to Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” when my dad knocked on the door. “Come in!” I yelled as I closed my journal and put it under my pillow. “What’s up, dad?”

“Hun, I want you to talk to AJ,” he said, determined to have me and AJ make up.

“No chance,” I say flatly and flop back onto my bed. “Not after what he did to me. He brought this onto himself, and the fact that you’re defending him is NOT gonna make me change my mind. I’m not taking him back.”

“I heard what he had to say, now it’s your turn to listen to his story.”

“NO!” I snap, facing my father challengingly. “He cheated on me, and he’s paying the price. That’s a moral to learn in life: You cheat, you get caught, move on. It’s that simple.”

My stereo blared as me and my father had our first ever argument in my whole life. My words were bitter and full of scorn while my father’s voice was full of understanding for the bastard who cheated on me.

“I’M NOT TAKING HIM BACK, I’M NOT TALKING TO HIM AND THAT’S FINAL!” I shout, storming out my room and out of my house.

And right into AJ.

Before I can push him away, he grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at him. I glare at him, while trying to pull myself away from him. “Let me go, you bastard!” I shout, struggling in his grasp.

He pulls me to him and kisses me hard. For a split second, love flickers in my eyes, before anger takes over again. I push him away and punch him as hard as I could before running off.
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Chapter Eight:

“How DARE he put his hands on me!” I fume as I walk to the park and flop on a swing. “That bastard had no right to touch me! And KISS me, no less! Southern gentleman, my ass!”

I swing angrily on the swing for about ten minutes before my mind reverts back to the day AJ and I sat on a swing in a playground in Gainesville and our first kiss. In an instant, anger gives way to sadness, and I start crying on the swing. I stop the swing and just sit there crying my heart out. How could you do this to me AJ? I think as I try my hardest to block all the days we spent together from my mind.

I look up and I see him standing right in front of me, not even ten feet away. I try to dry my tears and walk off, but he runs forward and grabs my wrist. “Krys, please listen to me,” he begs. “Please.”

“There’s nothing to listen to,” I say tearfully, still failing miserably to dry my tears. “Tamara said everything clearly, and you didn’t say a thing to deny it! I don’t wanna be with you anymore, so get over yourself!”

“Then why are you crying?” he asks, tilting my head to see his. I look into his dark eyes and can’t help but fall for him again. “You’re hurting, and it’s my fault. Let me make it up to you, please.”

He walks me to his car, and asks me if I want to go for a ride. “I’ll take you home,” he said.

I shook my head. “Take me to your house,” I whisper. “I don’t want my parents to see me like this.”

He nods, helps me into the passenger seat and he climbs in the driver’s seat and he drives to his house.



We get in, and I sit on the love seat in the living room. “Uh…want something to eat?” he asks and I ask for a burger.

He comes back in ten minutes later with four burgers and fries, making me laugh. “I guess living next to a Burger King has its advantages, huh?” I say, laughing again.

After the food was gone, we play his PlayStation Crash Bandicoot in his room. “Uh, Krys…” he said uncertainly, “are you willing to listen to what I have to say about what Tamara said?”

I sigh. “AJ please, I really don’t care at this point,” I said quietly. “Can’t we please drop it?”

“Does that mean you’re taking me back?”

I crawl on top of him and kiss him deeply. “You tell me.”
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Chapter Nine:

We wake up later in the night, and I look at my watch. “Oh holy shit!” I exclaim, sitting up on the bed. “It’s 10:30! I should’ve been home long ago!”

AJ sits up and pulls me back by the waist. “I’m sure your dad understands,” he says with a small smile. “He was the one who recommended that I give you your space.”

“He did?” AJ nods and I put my face in my hands. “And we got into a whole argument because I was too stubborn to listen to him…” I grab AJ and start crying. “I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you!”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he says, wiping my tears away. “We’re together now, and that’s the way it should be.”



After we graduate, AJ enters NCW Training School, and just as he promised, he learns how to wrestle. Well, it’s not the kinda wrestling I’m used to, but it’s wrestling nonetheless. *wink*

~Two Years Later~

Well, here we are. It’s been two years since we graduated from high school and decided to learn how to wrestle. I’m his manager and valet, and we are in the process of moving to his old hometown of Gainesville, Georgia. When I told my dad the news, he almost cried, even though I told him that we’d visit every weekend, just like I told AJ when we first met.

As we gathered up our stuff from both our houses and loaded them into our car, a red Pathfinder, my dad comes out of my old house. “Krys, are you sure you and Allen are going back to Gainesville?” he asked. “It’s so far to travel on the weekends and holidays, especially during storms and such.”

I smile at my dad and give him a hug. “Yes we’re sure, dad. We can’t stay in one place forever; it’ll get too boring. And besides, we heard there are some great promotions out there, and we wanna get AJ as much experience as he can.”

My dad sighs and steps back. “Well, if your minds are made up I guess I can’t stop you. Are your parents coming over to say goodbye to you AJ?”

AJ slams down the trunk top of the car and turns to my dad. “We already stopped by and said goodbye to them. We’re gonna give them a call as soon as we get to the house.”

“Well, goodbye, have fun and have a safe trip!” dad says, giving me one final hug and kiss and one last shake of AJ’s hand before we hop into the car and pull off into the unknown.



Once we get settled, AJ calls his parents and tells them that we’re in our new house. For a second he’s glad to be speaking to his mother, then a worried look crosses his face. He turns his phone off and sighs. “What’s wrong?” I ask, putting my hand on his shoulder.

“I got a call from one of my friends. They said that they’re going to try and send a tape of their best matches from the Indies to WCW. They want me to send one of us there too.”

“Well, it may be too soon, sweetie,” I say softly, rubbing his shoulders. “We just moved here, and we haven’t even started unpacking yet. Please stay here for a while before you sent out a tape of your matches.”

“How long a while are you thinking about?”

“I don’t know. I wanna get settled in first before you go off wrestling. And what will you do as a day job while you’re wrestling? And what will I do while you’re off wrestling somewhere?”

“We’ll be able to think of something,” he says, hugging me to him. “I know it.”
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Chapter Ten:

So much for a freakin’ job.

I’m working in a stupid office, which I vowed NEVER to do, while AJ goes off and does all the Indy wrestling and gets all the fun. I have to dress up nice and fancy, resisting the ultimately tempting urge to just show up wearing jeans while he tours the Georgia circuit, looking for a new place to wrestle every day. Some nights he would come home dejectedly and flop on the sofa; other nights he wouldn’t come home at all, and I would have to rock myself to sleep.

One morning, I had just had it. AJ and I had gotten into a major fight over money issues three months after moving in. He had stormed out that afternoon, and he hadn’t been back that night. I had to sleep by myself that night, and by the next morning, I was pissed off like all hell. Instead of wearing heels and three piece suits, I wore jeans, middy tops and sneakers.

When I walked into the office at 9 am, on time as always, every head turned to see me. I sat at my desk and pulled out my CD player and put on a Bon Jovi CD. My boss came over and tapped me on my shoulder an hour into my schedule. Sighing, I take the headphones off and stare at him as if to say “What the fuck do you want?!”

“Can I see you in my office for a few minutes?” he asks. I sigh loudly and grab my bag and follow him into his office, where he closes and locks the door.

“Mr. Bryant, why are you locking the door?” I ask, confused. He turns to me with a glint in his eyes that creeps me out.

“Krystle I know what you’re doing this for,” he says. Before I can answer, he cuts me off by saying, “And I have no problem with fulfilling your wishes.”

WHAT?! A light goes off in my head, and I stare at him with confused brown eyes. “Um…What the holy fuck are you talking about, Bryant?” I almost snarl, having a clue where this is going.

He walks around me, caressing my hair and sniffing the “Manifesto” perfume I wore today. “I know you feel the sexual tension between us,” he whispers. “And I know it’s hard to deny, but I know you want me and I damn sure want you too. So let’s stop beating around the bush and get this over with.”

Before I can move away, he grabs me and kisses me hard, fondling my breasts the whole kiss. I pull away real fast and am kicking his ass all over the office. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” I bellow at the top of my voice. “I HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND WOULD NEVER CHEAT ON HIM FOR YOUR SORRY ASS! FUCK YOU AND THIS SHITTY ASS JOB!”

I grab my shit and kick him in the gut one last time, then stomp out of the office. “Excuse me Krys,” another coworker said timidly, “what happened to Mr. Bryant?”

“I kicked his ass for trying to force himself on me,” I snap as I get all my things from my desk. “He actually thought I had it for him and kissed me and touched me! I’m so outta here; I don’t need this shitty ass job that bad!”

I stomp out and catch the bus back home. When I get in, the only thing I want to see is AJ and have him hold me and tell me everything would be alright. But the only thing I see when I get in is AJ brooding on the sofa. “What’s wrong sweetie?” I ask timidly.

“You tell me,” he snarls, and I cower back against the wall.

I turn and head upstairs, him hot on my heels. I run into our bedroom with him right behind me. He grabs my shoulders and forces me to look at him. “What happened?!” he shouts, and I break down.

“YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!” I shouted. “MY BOSS THOUGHT I WAS TRYING TO SEDUCE HIM WHEN I CAME IN WEARING JEANS AND A MIDDY TOP! AND YA KNOW WHAT THE FUCKER DID?! HE KISSED ME AND TRIED TO FORCE HIMSELF ON ME! WOULD YOU HAVE BEEN HAPPIER IF I FUCKED HIM FOR A CHRISTMAS BONUS?!”

I start sobbing uncontrollably, and he holds me close. “Shhh, it’s okay sweetie,” he whispers, stroking my hair. “I’m sorry I yelled at you; I’m so sorry I got mad at you. Please don’t cry.”

I sniffle into his chest. “He tried to force himself on me,” I say tearfully, burying my face even deeper into his embrace. “He touched my chest and everything. I had to hit him; I couldn’t help it. All my anger and sadness between you and me and our fights just blew up, and he was the one who was just one to make it boil over. I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t help it.”

He hugs me even tighter, and kisses my forehead. “Is there anything I can do for you sweetie?”

“Just hold me…”
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