Chapter Four

The fireworks were blazing up the sky when Glenn had been able to catch sight of Rebel. There she stood leaning against the hood of her Camaro, a red white and blue halter top with blue jeans cut off,s the grass tickling the bottoms of her barefeet. "Hey again" she waved when she saw him sauntering over.

"Hey yourself" he grinned. There was just something about her exuberance that made his blood pump a little faster. Most of the guys had to leave for the airport for a house show in Nashville shortly after the bar b que, so it was just him and Red..who was actually blonde if you wanted to get technical about him. Red had been a present from his friend Steve who ran the gym.

"Awwwww Christ Glenn, it's just a poor defenseless puppy" he had made him feel so sorry when he saw the half starved animal outside the gym, just laying there by the dumpter.His friend was soft hearted and hell he guessed for the most part he was to. He had taken the pup home that night and made the one fatal mistake that a new owener of a dog should never make. He let Red climb in bed with him.

Now six months later he had a spoiled Labrador retriever on his hands, the dog had taken up half of his bed at night now and all of his heart. When he was home he and Red were insepreable.You name it Frisbee, catch, swimming where one was the other should be tailing right behind. Red's most favorite thing was in the evenings when Glenn would let him his pickup, roll down the windows and he would get taken for what Glenn called his "Ear Flap" off down the highway down to Robinson's Tasty Freeze for his cone of frozen custard and Glenn's one true indulgence Ice Cream, any flavor...guess Butter Pecan was the favorite. If he hadn't worked so hard on maintaining his control he'd weigh about 500 pounds now. Butter Pecan and bench presses were becoming hand in hand activities since he came home.

"What you doin" hanging with this country bumpkin pretty baby?" Rebel had dropped to her knees, giggling in a school girl delight when the dog had taken to licking her face.

"He's after some ice cream...and I may remind you that I am NOT a bumpkin...well I actually prefer to think of my self as a southern country gentleman"he bowed down in a flourish unable to stop himself from chuckling "I ought ta let him bite ya for saying such horrid things about his master"

"Master? Who's master of who here ?" she looked about as Glenn had sat down the tray of ice cream "Looks like to me somebody is spoiled here" "Yeah 'he grinned a sly smile, reaching up to slide his hand down one of her pigtails, untying the ribbon and sliding it out of her hair "But don't let ion ... Red thinks I'm the boss "he held the ribbon up higher so she couldn't grasp it 'Huh? You lose something?"

She had saw him grab the ribbon. So you want to play games huh Glenn she thought inwardly. This man made her feel so warm, so strange. It was true he was handsome in a boyish guy next door kinda way. He made her feel special. It was welcome, lately things at home with her father had been pure hell. He was mad ..mad at hell at her and her most recent decision.Could it have been a stroke of fate that was bringing them together today?

"Ooh i'll count to three before I start my attack"she leaned into him, and she could feel his breathe start to quicken "Don't make me have to take you down here in front of all your friends and family"

"You ?" he chortled "Take me down..yeah its like a feather and a stone...you don't have a prayer 'he teased her unmercifully. Sliding the ribbon down long enough to bring it across the tip of her nose, then back away from her.

"Ok...."she stood there hands on her hips, her blue eyes flashing wildly mirroring the blazing fireworks that lit the night "I warned ya"

It happened in an instant. One minute he was standing there in full control. The next he felt himself being toppled end over end. Dear God she had just speared him.!! He laid there..half dazed that he could be taken down so easily and half embarrassed for when she had let him up she had tied his hair in a ponytail and there was that damn ribbon dangling down his back,

She squealed when he had taken after her, both he and Red in hot pursuit. In minutes he had captured her fleeing body against the huge elm tree that stood on the edge of Independence Park. He could feel her heart racing, as his was falling into cadence with it. She never saw the kiss coming, as he crushed her chest against his, the fireworks overhead, was nothing in comparison with the ones that were going off in his heart.

Chapter Five

Rebel looked up to see the confused look on his face."I..I'm sorry. I'm not the kinda guy that would try to take advantage of a kid..."he called Red over to his side, and sat down in the grass running his fingers thru his hair, trying to comprehend the myriad of emotions that were swirling forth. She was something. His life had been so lonely lately. All the days and nights spent on the road alone was beginning to start to play with his emotions. But, lord she was a sight for sore eyes.

"Kid?" She backed away from him ."You think I'm a child ?" He could not have hurt her more if he had physically slapped her in the face. "I'll have you know I'm old enough to drink, I am twenty-one years old I'll just have ya know. I certainly am old enough to kiss...damn it I didn't know I had to be carded" she whirled around and she was gone disappearing into the evening crowd of revelers before he could say "Sorry"

He walked back to his pickup in time to see her standing at her car, She was in a highly animated discussion if you could call it that with an older gentleman. Upon a closer look Glenn recognized him. It was Jim Cornette head of the old Smoky Mountain outfit and Co-owner of Memphis Pro Wrestling and Ohio Valley Wrestling. It had been almost four years since he had saw him, but Jim was a true character that you don't easily forget.

"Rebel you have to come home...Randy and I miss you ... and we need to have a talk about what your about to do ....."It looked like his pleas were falling on deaf ears How could he get his stubborn slip of a daughter to listen to reason. She was as hard headed as he was and that was not a good thing, no not at all.

"No daddy what you mean is you and Randy don't have a cook and a maid no more"Damn it of all the times to have this conversation with her father. Now definitely was not the time."I told you I need to be on my own" she had left the house last week and had found a small apartment. She wanted to be independent, to start her career. She wanted to wrestle.

"Well, if you think I'm gonna sit by and watch you ruin your young life on this fool idea of yours. "He stomped his foot in defiant protest 'I am NOT Vince McMahon and you are not his princess Stephanie...I cannot see you throwing your life away on a wrestling career..it's damn near broke me," could she not see he wasn't willing to pay the price of fame and success? That was why he had sold the business. He wanted to just fade away into the woodwork and enjoy his family for once in his life."Can't you see what this profession has done to me, to Randy?"

"But I can do it ..."she looked at him. Her bottom lip quivering but she dared the tears to fall. "I can learn..i'm a quick study and I'll make you proud dad ..."Why wouldn't he listen to her. She was no Lita or Chyna yet but she had been practicing every night at the old arena, honing her skills. If she had to admit it, she was rusty in the ring, and had not actually taken on an opponent, but in her heart she knew she could be good at this.

Wrestling had been her life, he whole existence. On the road 200 days or more a year with her brother and her dad. Their mother had left when she was two cause she could not take the long nights, the cheap hotel rooms, the starvation diets and meager pay. He had raised them to be proud of Wrestling. It was in her blood.

"Make me proud like Randy"he shook his head sadly, trying to touch her shoulders as if to try and pull her to him "No thanks sweetheart one child paralyzed and in a wheelchair is too many...I won't have you going out unprepared and hurting yourself. I am not signing that lease for your apartment, so you have two choices Rebel..come home with me or stay on the streets "He knew he had her where he wanted her now. He would never let her do that, but he had to make her think he would.

Could she not see the tragedy that had befallen her older brother Randy. He had been working as a heel for Memphis Pro when he didn't turn ihimself in time to take the bump correctly, he had not been able to avert the powerbomb from taking the full blunt force on his lower spine. His neck had snapped like a twig. Severing his spinal column in two. He had been paralyzed in his rookie year. That was last year and now here was Rebel, barely in her twenties and screaming at him that she wants to carry on the family name and tradition. She wanted to get into the wrestling business.

He could not sanction it, he would not let her destroy herself, for a profession that would eat you alive and leave you to starve as it had him in the last few years. Times had been lean and he was not about to waste what finances they had left on her silly idea that she could once again make the Cornette name a household word on Monday nights "You see Rebel..you have no where else to go and no friends here in Seveirville to put you up forever so what are you gonna do...you have to come home "

"That's where you're wrong Jim"Glenn had opened his mouth before he had even thought this whole thing thru "She can come and live out at my farm. I have plenty of room, and I can get her started if that's what she wants "

"Like hell you say" He looked up to see his old employee Glenn Jacob's. His fists looking like he wanted to seemingly pound him deep into the ground if he hadn't shut up "Jacob's, you may be a big man in wrestling,now but this ain't your fight, so kindly pack that big stupid ass of yours in your truck and ..."

"Beg pardon ?"Glenn was livid. Now in this life he may be a prick in some ways to some people, but you can bet your ass they deserved the punishment that he doled out to them. If there was one thing he was not. It was stupid."You callin' me stupid??" he had to laugh out loud as not to growl and beat this raving maniac into a puddle of whimpering flesh

"If I were you I believe I'd watch who I called names." Glenn reasoned .If I remember I haven't closed the deal on your Smoky Mountain contract and if you keep up on Rebel I just may have second thoughts 'he whistled for Red and he jumped in his pickup "Rebel" Glenn growled his voice tinged with anger "Get in the truck ..."

"But Glenn I..."she had started to protest when she had seen the look in his eyes. He was trying to help her , but at the same time she knew her father had taken him and pushed him about to his limitation.

"Dammit Rebel...NOW !!! " he almost yelled at her she climbed into the truck slamming and locking the door behind her ."As for you Cornette ...don't piss me off again or you will be broke ..."he started to walk back to his pickup "and I may break a few of your ribs and maybe that jawbone of an ass of yours .....I better never hear you threaten Rebel like this again ..ya stand warned "he roared as he pounded his meathook like fists on the tailgate of his vehicle.

He got in the truck and started it up. He had slammed on the brakes and did a donut in the middle of the parking lot, gravel spewing everywhere. He gunned the engine and headed down the old dirt road to his farm. He saw Rebel sitting quietly ,rubbing Red's neck and staring at him.in confusion . Glenn, he reused as he rolled his actions of tonight over and over in his mind ... Just what the hell have you gotten yourself into country boy?

Chapter Six

The flash of lightning illuminated the darkened kitchen. She sat there alone, in the darkness lost in deep thought. Here she was... a hundred miles from home, in the house of a stranger that she had just met yesterday. In a fit of rage entrusting herself and her well being into his care. She had no idea what kind of man that Glenn Jacob's really was.

He hadn't been able to sleep. Just when he thought that taking a few months off from the WWF to rest some nagging injuries had been a good idea. All he had wanted to do was grab some down time, to rest and relax. He had wanted to come home and start his new promotion. He shifted restlessly beneath the covers. He hated wearing pajamas. Man they were just to "constricting" for him. He grumbled loudly as he untied and tied the waist for the third time since getting in bed.

What the hell had he been thinking? In one week he had come back to immerse himself in the hometown politics of owning a rinky dink old wrestling promotion that had seen better days. He had watched it gasping for breath over the last few years and somehow he reckoned that it was he and Mark. That they could be possibly the only two men that could breathe some life back into the old program. It didn't have to be that wildly successful. He didn't fancy himself to be another Vince , Just to grab a comfortable living for when he retired down the road. He had thought it a safe investment. like his gym that would pay off in the long run.

But now. Tonight he had Cornette's daughter sleeping peacefully under his roof. He may as well had let Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley shack up with him for all the weight and power that Jim still pulled here in the Smoky Mountains.

He scratched at his stubbly beard, looking down at the foot of his bed meeting the piercing gaze of two bright chocolate eyes."Yeah Red my man "he exhaled deeply as he reached down to rub his furry best friend's head as his cold nose nuzzled against the warmth of his chest."Can you say "Screwed" boy?"Glenn shook his head in wonder "C'mon, may as well get us something to eat since we sorta missed our treat last night."

He stood up stretching his arms above his head, feeling the tendons tightening up. He had to get to the gym later on and work off some of this frustration. Pumping some serious iron always had a calming effect on him, it gave him time to think. The slow rhymthic repetitions lulling him. As he reached the kitchen he had stuck his hand around the door to flip on the lightswitch.Misjudging the exact location of the doorframe, he had smashed his big toe into the wall with great aplomb."AWWW F*** *$^%$ ^%^%& &*&^% $^#@(" he let loose with a barrage of epithets, as he had grabbed his throbbing big toe and proceeded to dance an unsolicited jig across his kitchen floor. Red joinging in his masters fun, by dancing merrily on his hind legs.

He heard her laughing and stopped dead in mid-hop, as the lights came on. There she was standing in the doorway, her eyes red.Glenn knew she may have been laughing at his antics, but he guessed that she had been crying at some point tonight."Uh-hm..I can go back to bed if you wanna be alone down here" he offered, embarrassment creeping up to stain his cheeks a rosy red. Not really knowing what to say to her. Damn, even in the middle of the night she was a vision to him. The red streak of her hair catching in the moonlight. God he just wanted to pull her to him and bury his face in her soft hair, to kiss her lush full lips and touch her....make her feel what she was doing to him.

He could feel the hardness and the tingling in his thighs as his condition was becoming all too apparent. If there ever was a time not to get a (what was it that Jeff and Matt tease him about?..oh yeah ...a "Woody")..It was.now.God he could just see their smartasses if they had been in the kitchen Okay Glenn. he thought worriedly to himself. You got a slight. make that a slightly large problem. It always happened at the arenas without fail. It was those damn tights. It constricted the blood flow he tried to explain to the laughing duo backstage. The contstant pressure and the tightness rubbing against him...oh hell so he went to the ring halfcocked as they said. It was fast becoming his trademark.

He shifted uneasily deciding to quickly dive behind the kitchen table. Only problem was, the shaky oaken chairs were not made for bodybuilders with his girth. Thus only making him look sillier as the chairs were small. He looked like a horny elephant trying to balance on a childsteeny tiny kindergarten chair. Dear lord ... could this night get any worse?

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