A/N: This would be the challenge fic I've been saying I'm going to eventually do and here we go! Written for JvottoG and I'm not even explaining the challenge since she knows what it is and I'd rather everyone else just come along for the ride.
Disclaimer/Warning: I own absolutely nothing except maybe Beau, and a dash of the plot, most of it was provided for me. As with any of my stories, expect a bunch of violence, horrible language and non-con. This is also my first story where CM Punk gets featured in a lead, romantic role (he usually gets regulated to the secondary character/villian, poor guy) so... we'll see how that goes. He's been on my Muse list for awhile, bugging me about getting the lead eventually so here we are!
Summary/Characters: Beau not only has to deal with the pressure from her famous father but as well as unwanted attentions from her boss. On top of all that, her personal life gets a bit complicated when she develops a rather quick, intense relationship with one of her co-workers. Featuring: The Undertaker, CM Punk, John Cena, Kane, and Shane McMahon.
1: Tough Love
Isabeau Calaway would have had an easier time training if her dad wasn't standing outside the ring with his arms folded over his chest, scrutinizing her every move. She and her bestie –John Cena- were sparring in the ring. He had been helping her with her strength training and working her out of the 'girly moves' the Divas tended to utilize. She was almost getting fairly good, but her dad –the fucking Undertaker- tended to make her nervous.
"Dad, go away!" She ordered when she caught him shaking his head and wound up getting her own almost knocked off her neck. She lay flat on the canvas, glaring up at John who merely shrugged. She was supposed to duck and counter, not be looking the other way and getting her neck and skull separated. "Ouch…"
"That's what happens when you don't pay attention, Isabeau." Mark said flatly, shaking his head when she raised one arm up off the mat for the sole purpose of flipping him off. This ring wasn't a playground or a joke and he would be damned if his daughter of all people treated it that way. She had grown up knowing better and sometimes he wondered if maybe there wasn't too much of her mother's carefree, hippy ways in her, not liking that.
John just sighed resignedly, knowing Calaway wasn't going anywhere or even listening to his daughter. Their sparring usually went flawless when Mark wasn't there to criticize so the man always tended to miss Beau's finer moments, of which she had plenty. She was a natural in the ring, just like her old man, but he was the only one so far who seemed to be missing that. If anything, he kept pushing her harder and harder, basically making Beau feel like shit. Which wasn't cool, not in John's book.
"Come on Beau, you can do this." He said, holding out a hand to help her up. He was trying to ignore Mark but it was a bit hard considering the man's status in the company. Actually, just Mark in general was hard to ignore. His physical stature pretty much demanded attention and then there was the aura he exuded, that wasn't something a lot of people ignored either. "You okay?"
Beau loved her dad, at least she kept telling herself she did, but they conflicted a lot. He tended to be a bit stern, cold even, with her and she was figuring it had to do with the fact of who he was and she had gone against his wishes and jumped into the business. She had definitely embarrassed him by working the Indies and TNA before approaching the WWE, on her own terms and hopefully without having to rely on her name and pedigree since she now had a resume under her belt.
She had his temper, hers was easier to provoke though, and she generally exploded. Like about now…
"GLENN, MAKE HIM GO AWAY!" She bellowed, ignoring John's hand and rolled to her feet, turning to stare down at her godfather. Glenn was like her second dad, only way nicer. "He's making me nervous on purpose!"
"You do make her nervous, Mark." Glenn pointed out before adding in an undertone: "You know you do." Actually, Mark tended to make her feel not good enough, not that HE was mentioning that.
"What would happen if I was in that ring and it was me she had to work with?" Mark demanded, arching a cool eyebrow when Glenn just stood there, staring at him obviously bewildered. Yes, the idea of him and Beau squaring off was laughable, but what if. "Exactly my point, now get busy Isabeau. You wanted to me in this damn business and you're not getting cut a break just because you're my damn kid."
That was when Beau began hollering a lot of obscenities at him, obviously not appreciating his great parental words of encouragement.
"That's no way to act in front of your peers, lil darlin'." Now he was being sarcastic, cutting her verbally.
John groaned when Beau completely lost her temper, taking a step forward to place a calming hand on her shoulder only to wind up lying on the mat. "Nice body slam…" He groaned, rubbing the back of his head gingerly.
That was when Mark climbed into the ring, anger radiating from his every pore as he stood to tower over his daughter. She may have inherited his height and stood just over six foot, but it was his sheer presence that cowered most. Most. Isabeau had zero fear of him and stood toe to toe with him, her hazel-green eyes exact mirrors of his own, both spitting venom. "Get. Out." He ordered in a harsh whisper.
Beau stood there a moment longer, having flashbacks of getting her ass paddled and wondered if he would attempt to try it now. It had been years since he had turned her over his knee and she was an adult, but somehow, she wouldn't put it past him. Deciding to press her luck, she ignored her father and crouched down by John. "You alright?" She asked, checking his eyes.
Seeing the steam coming from Mark's now bright red ears, Glenn slid into the ring, just to keep things level if need be.
"Peachy, though right now I'm seeing three of you, Bobo." John blinked, seeing three Beau's frowning at the use of a very much hated nickname. He slowly sat up; smiling to let her know it was alright as everything came back in focus. More importantly, her obviously pissed off daddy. He got to his feet and winked to let her know he was alright.
"You about done with the ring?"
All four of them turned to find Phil –CM Punk- Brooks coming down the rampway, obviously wanting to use the ring to train as he was wearing a pair of black workout shorts and a tee shirt, his usually slicked back hair all over the place.
John was not the biggest CM Punk fan and looked at Beau.
Beau simply shrugged.
"Yeah Brooks, it's all yours." Mark said, making the decision for them all, ignoring Beau's incredulous look and simply rolled out of the ring alongside Glenn.
"Thanks Deadman." Phil glanced over his shoulder at his current on-screen opponent who was trailing slowly after him. "Come on, Randall." He smirked when he got a growl in return.
"Call me that again, Brooks, and it'll be the last time you speak."
Knowing this round went to her dad, Beau slipped through the ropes and dropped down to the floor, groaning when John did the same and draped his arm casually around her shoulders, nudging him. "I hate it when you do that."
"You injured me girl, the least you can do is lug my ass backstage."
Now she felt a bit guilty, though she also knew he was teasing her, on top of being pissed off. Beau nodded to Phil and Randy as they passed by; pretty sure her cheeks were as red as her hair at this point. When she got pissed, annoyed, or anything really, her cheeks turned red. That she had gotten from her mother. "I'll get you some ice for your head." She offered as they walked up the ramp, hanging back a bit so they weren't walking with Mark and Glenn.
Randy, who had by this point, gotten into the ring, turned when he realized his choreograph partner hadn't. He frowned when he seen Phil standing with one hand on a rope as if to pull himself up, staring up at the ramp at the retreating people. "Brooks, let's go."
Shaking his head, Phil gave Randy his attention, not about to let the other man know he had been watching Isabeau Calaway. No one had ever said it but she was obviously off-limits, there wasn't a single person backstage who didn't know who her legendary father was. Of course, Phil generally didn't care about what was allowed and what wasn't. That was a trait that tended to get him into trouble with his bosses, a lot.
Beau was six foot and maybe an inch or so with dark red hair that she kept at shoulder length instead of insanely long as was the current fashion. Her eyes were practically identical to her father's in color though the shape she must've gotten from her mother because they were wide, almond shaped eyes and generally sparkling with amusement. Not today though. She was pale, which from his understanding, Mark was too when he wasn't going the fake-bake route, though she did not share her father's adoration for tattoos because he hadn't seen one hint of ink on her. Not that she might not have had one in a place not displayed for the public…
"I'm glad I'm not your kid, man, you're harsh." Glenn laughed, glancing back at Beau and John, his gaze moving past them to Phil who was now in the ring, obviously not listening to a word Randy said, his gaze firmly fastened on Beau's back, or ass, Glenn wasn't entirely sure nor did he care. "Brooks, eyes on your boyfriend!" He called out, a bit annoyed now.
Phil snorted and turned, groaning when he seen Randy giving him a look that clearly told him he was about to get hurt.
"What the hell do you mean I'm harsh?" Mark demanded, ignoring Glenn's other remark to Brooks, pushing through the curtains. "She needs to learn that this business isn't all fun and games. If she can't handle the training then she's not going to be able to handle working here. This isn't TNA, we're not pushovers."
John winced at that, knowing Beau was a bit… proud, of her previous associations.
Now THAT was insulting. Beau was damn proud of what she had done in TNA, even though she had only done a six month contract. She had worked with Mick Foley, Kurt Angle, Victoria, all greats in her book. Not to mention AJ Styles, who she adored and had learned quite a bit from. She knew what her dad's opinion of the Indies was and if he even breathed one word, she was going to take out his weak spots: his knees and hip. She had loved working the Indies, having worked quite a bit with Scott –Raven- Levy, which had been just entertaining as hell.
The point was, her dear old pops basically made her feel like dirt for not working the 'big leagues' until now and the WWE, quite frankly, was filled with way too much bullshit and not enough emphasis on the women.
"I'll call up with you, Cenana, I got some things to do before the show." She muttered, pushing right past Glenn and Mark, ignoring their grunts as she stormed down the hallway. Cigarette. Nicotine. Cigarette. Nicotine. She kept repeating it over and over.
"Don't say it, Jacobs." Mark growled, holding up a hand before his friend could start in on how he treated his daughter. When they weren't in the arenas, they got along… sort of. Okay, overall, their relationship probably needed an overhaul. Ever since she had decided she wanted to be a wrestler, their relationship had been strained and it had not been helped when she decided the WWE was not where she wanted to begin her career. That had been a bit of a slap in his face. If his daughter HAD to get into this godforsaken –how he loved it- business, then damn it, she was going to start out properly. Instead she had gone against all his wishes and headed south to be trained by who the hell even knew.
She sent him regular postcards and called him periodically, mostly to let him know she hadn't dropped off the face of the earth but the conversations were always stilted. He was pissed off with her and she wasn't overly pleased with his attitude towards the way she had gone about things.
He had followed her career through the independent circuits via dirt sheets and thanks to Glenn, the Internet. He had half expected her to use some sort of name or gimmick that would link her to him but she hadn't. She had totally ignored her famous father's identity and what it could do for her career and set about forging her own.
One part of him had been proud of her for that and the other offended. Like his name wasn't good enough for her? She hated him that damn much that not only had she felt the need to completely blow off the WWE –he knew Vince would have jumped at the idea of the Undertaker's daughter joining the company- but she was also totally ignoring the legacy he had built and was damn proud of. A legacy she was automatically a part of simply because she was his daughter.
Glenn just bit his tongue, not saying a word. He liked his head right where it was.