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Fic - We Are Not Love's Young Dream (1/1, TNA Wrestling)
Title: We are not love's young dream
Author: Red Fiona
Fandom: TNA wrestling
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they themselves do. This bares no resemblance to the real life of the people portraying the characters and is a work of complete fiction. No money is being made from this fic.
Characters: Brooke Hogan and Bully Ray
Pairings: Brooke Hogan/Bully Ray
Rating: PG-12, use of the one allowed swear word.
Notes: Fic set in 2012. Please give me some leeway on the bit about the Knockouts Championship.
Summary: Brooke knows what this looks like, but Bully makes her happy. With the usual thanks to Missy for putting up with some very peculiar questions while I was writing this.
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She knows what Bully looks like.
She knows exactly how much older than her he is.
She knows what they look like together.
She also knows what all women know, that too many men need to be reminded your face is up here when you talk to them.
Maybe she's jaundiced from trying to make it as a popstar when the game was how low can your cleavage go and how high can your hemline go. Spending a couple of years where people treated her like a statue at best, and a blow-up doll at worst, talking to her manager or her dad and not to her, means she's got no time for that now.
She's actually going to give most of the men in the wrestling world this, they tend not to talk to her tits. She suspects most of them don't do it, not due to being any better than the average man (most of them are worse), but because they think her dad will have their balls between bricks if they do.
Which he would, because her dad is pretty cool that way.
That's the other problem though, there's enough guys want to make love to her who don't hide their reason well enough, and she's tempted to say "sleeping with me won't make dad book you higher." A couple of them are scarily intense enough about it that she wants to say it won't make Daddy fuck them either.
It's not her dad's fault, but it doesn't make her life any easier, once she's ruled out both types of wrong, there's not many men left over.
The odd thing about it is that her dad was how she met Bully Ray. She'd been waiting in the room they'd put aside for her dad, because being in charge of the Knockouts always made everyone feel awkward when she was in their locker room and her dad's pseudo-office was the only neutral space available.
Bully stormed in. "Hey Hogan."
"He's not here."
"Huh, well tell him I'm looking for him."
The same thing happened the week after.
"Hey Hogan."
"Wrong Hogan."
"Tell him I'm looking for him again."
And the week after.
"Hey Hogan."
"Still the wrong Hogan."
"Is he ever in his office?" It was a fair question. It wasn't that her dad was never there, it was that the minute that he was there, someone came to talk about something with him, and then he was gone again.
"I think he's filming something for next week in studio three."
"Thanks Brooke."
The next week Bully wanted it to go the same way. He even slammed the door, if not with his usual vigour because he trailed in still messed up from the fight in the ring. Of course he hadn't seen a doctor, they never did. Brooke was used to her dad, whose arm would have to be half hanging off before he'd even think of getting help.
"Sit down, Bully, and I'll find him for you." It was a case of sit down before you fall down. She couldn't find her dad, not exactly a surprise, but she could find the med team and brought them back with her.
"That doesn't look like your dad."
"I'm amazed you can tell," Brooke replied as the med team swarmed about Bully.
The week after, Bully came back, shouting slightly less. "Thanks, but don't do it again." She nodded and he nodded, and she knew they were having different conversations. Of course she'll do it again, and he doesn't mind, the ones who'll actually be mad if you do it again don't say thank you.
Bully did come looking for her dad the next week, but really, Brooke was beyond caring. She was trying to help the Knockouts, and they were not helping themselves, and Gail was somehow the best of them and the worst of them and Brooke totally wants to give Brooke Tessmacher a title shot, but she keeps interfering with Gail's matches, and Brooke doesn't want to reward bad behaviour.
She might have ended up ranting at Bully.
"Everyone thinks Brooke, I mean the other one, deserves the shot," said Bully.
"Yeah, but I don't want to give her one just to stop her interfering in other people's matches. But I don't want to protect Gail from her when Gail cheating got her a belt." Brooke was stuck.
"The way I see it, you've got two options, make it a three-way, or have Brooke and Velvet face off to get into the title match."
Bully was right, Brooke's thoughts had been tending that way anyway but it was nice to have someone agree with her, someone who'd been there, done that, and still thought the plan was reasonable.
The next time, Bully was ranting, again. Aces and Eights had set upon him, again, because he'd fallen for their taunts, again. "Have you ever considered not running backstage the minute they start calling you out?" She wants to make sure Bully knows exactly how much of an idiot he's being.
There's murder in his eyes, but his shrug suggests he understands that yeah, he's being a hot-head and Aces and Eights are taking advantage of it.
They fall into a pattern that's almost as predictable as "he's not here" being the response to "Hey Hogan". Bully gives her the confidence to go with her gut, she tries to act as a restraining force when he's thinking of doing something rash.
"Hey Brooke, wanna go to a ballgame tomorrow night?"
"He's not here - try stage 3."
"That time I definitely said 'hey Brooke' not 'hey Hogan'." Bully waved two tickets in the air. "The Dayton Beach Cubs sent some free tickets. Not that I don't like your Pop, but I don't even want to imagine what it's like going anywhere with him."
Brooke didn't need to imagine, most of her life growing up had featured large crowds of people losing their minds over Brooke's dad being Hulk Hogan, which sometimes meant he had to be that instead of Brooke's dad.
The game was fun; a couple of people might have done a quick double-take but they got left alone, which definitely wouldn't have happened if her dad had gone to the game.
Bully started to come into the office yelling "hey Brooke" more often after that. It wasn't every day, but it was often enough, bringing delicious food with him.
"Hey Brooke, wanna go to the flicks? 'Cabin in the Woods' doesn't look bad."
She agreed, horror wasn't always her bag, a mixture of being relatively easy to scare when a film managed it, and it being quite hard for a film to manage it because of all the time she'd spent with her dad on film sets when she was younger, but it wasn't like she got the opportunity to go to the cinema all that often so why not take the chance.
The film wasn't bad, it got more laughs than screams out of her, but she felt like that was the point.
Bully drove her back to the house she was renting while she was working for TNA.
There was no electric buzz in the air, nothing like that, just Bully missing her cheek and kissing her on the lips as he held the car door open for her. He was giving her space to laugh it off as him missing her cheek, he was giving himself space if she did choose to laugh it off.
Except she doesn't want to laugh it off. She knows all the ways this could go wrong, but right in this moment she can't think of a good reason not to tilt her head, bring her hand to the back of Bully's head and kiss him stupid.
She could almost laugh at how ridiculous they probably looked, making out next to a car like kids on the way to the prom.
The sneaking round feels a little like that too, she'd had to do that with at least her first few high school boyfriends, who'd all be terrified of her dad. She was looking forward to someone who didn't worship him or fear him.
It's kinda fun how much Bully isn't quite like that when he's in private. Brooke understands it, she grew up with her dad and Hulk Hogan and the gap between them, but there's something comfortable about Bully when he's not being Bully.
It's not that he's not loud, Brooke doesn't think Bully has it in him not to be loud, but he's not a loud mouth. He's got opinions, they're strident and they're about cheese disturbingly often, but he leaves her space to have her own, and even listens, mostly, when she's disagreeing with him.
Actually, he listens a lot, about the problems of trying to run a division, and he offers to back her up, even if he knows she'll never take him up on it, because she can't and keep this a secret. And also, she'd like to believe she can run a division without resorting to violence.
"Seriously, you've just got to ask. You think I won't powerbomb those broads right through a table if you ask? I'm the kinda guy who powerbombs seventy-year-old ladies. It wouldn't bother me." Maybe it's a bad thing, but she loves how everyone else is a broad, but Mae and Moolah, they're ladies to him, always. Underneath it all, and he'd hate for anyone to know it, but Bully's a sweetheart really.
Which is part of what makes this dangerous. All the things they'd hate for anyone to know about them.
There's all kinds of ways this goes wrong, and the tightrope they're walking because of who they are is always there.
Bully's never asked a single favour, not of her, not of her dad, the same thing that makes him a hot-head makes him too proud to do that, and she'll walk if he ever does because she's Brooke, not just Brooke Hogan.
She's accepted that people might use her to get to her dad, and that there's nothing she can do about that, her dad is her dad and has made it clear he'll always be that first and it's lovely really, but if anyone finds out, they will use this against Bully, or her, and either way, Bully will run out swinging because he's a hot-head. Even in the dizzy first wave of this, she knows that. What she doesn't know is if she's learnt enough about life, the business, the whole rotten mess, to be a cool enough head for both of them, because she's starting to think she might want to keep this, however odd it looks from the outside, even if everyone finds out.
End notes: I will leave to the reader whether they prefer this to go AU from the storyline as it actually unfolded, or prefer the idea of Bully playing everyone in this.
LJ end notes: Parts of this fic were at least partly inspired by how much Bully Ray looked like overgrown teenage boy having to meet prom date's father at various points in this storyline.
As you've probably guessed, I haven't see Cabin in the Woods, but I needed a film that came out around then that I could imagine Bully Ray maybe watching in the cinema. Other suggestions are gratefully accepted.
It's also very much an example of writing more fic about terrible angles than good ones, because this is fic number two of about four and a half fics about the Aces and Eights storyline when it was terrible, and yet I seem to write nothing/very little about angles I enjoyed.
Author: Red Fiona
Fandom: TNA wrestling
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they themselves do. This bares no resemblance to the real life of the people portraying the characters and is a work of complete fiction. No money is being made from this fic.
Characters: Brooke Hogan and Bully Ray
Pairings: Brooke Hogan/Bully Ray
Rating: PG-12, use of the one allowed swear word.
Notes: Fic set in 2012. Please give me some leeway on the bit about the Knockouts Championship.
Summary: Brooke knows what this looks like, but Bully makes her happy. With the usual thanks to Missy for putting up with some very peculiar questions while I was writing this.
~~~~
She knows what Bully looks like.
She knows exactly how much older than her he is.
She knows what they look like together.
She also knows what all women know, that too many men need to be reminded your face is up here when you talk to them.
Maybe she's jaundiced from trying to make it as a popstar when the game was how low can your cleavage go and how high can your hemline go. Spending a couple of years where people treated her like a statue at best, and a blow-up doll at worst, talking to her manager or her dad and not to her, means she's got no time for that now.
She's actually going to give most of the men in the wrestling world this, they tend not to talk to her tits. She suspects most of them don't do it, not due to being any better than the average man (most of them are worse), but because they think her dad will have their balls between bricks if they do.
Which he would, because her dad is pretty cool that way.
That's the other problem though, there's enough guys want to make love to her who don't hide their reason well enough, and she's tempted to say "sleeping with me won't make dad book you higher." A couple of them are scarily intense enough about it that she wants to say it won't make Daddy fuck them either.
It's not her dad's fault, but it doesn't make her life any easier, once she's ruled out both types of wrong, there's not many men left over.
The odd thing about it is that her dad was how she met Bully Ray. She'd been waiting in the room they'd put aside for her dad, because being in charge of the Knockouts always made everyone feel awkward when she was in their locker room and her dad's pseudo-office was the only neutral space available.
Bully stormed in. "Hey Hogan."
"He's not here."
"Huh, well tell him I'm looking for him."
The same thing happened the week after.
"Hey Hogan."
"Wrong Hogan."
"Tell him I'm looking for him again."
And the week after.
"Hey Hogan."
"Still the wrong Hogan."
"Is he ever in his office?" It was a fair question. It wasn't that her dad was never there, it was that the minute that he was there, someone came to talk about something with him, and then he was gone again.
"I think he's filming something for next week in studio three."
"Thanks Brooke."
The next week Bully wanted it to go the same way. He even slammed the door, if not with his usual vigour because he trailed in still messed up from the fight in the ring. Of course he hadn't seen a doctor, they never did. Brooke was used to her dad, whose arm would have to be half hanging off before he'd even think of getting help.
"Sit down, Bully, and I'll find him for you." It was a case of sit down before you fall down. She couldn't find her dad, not exactly a surprise, but she could find the med team and brought them back with her.
"That doesn't look like your dad."
"I'm amazed you can tell," Brooke replied as the med team swarmed about Bully.
The week after, Bully came back, shouting slightly less. "Thanks, but don't do it again." She nodded and he nodded, and she knew they were having different conversations. Of course she'll do it again, and he doesn't mind, the ones who'll actually be mad if you do it again don't say thank you.
Bully did come looking for her dad the next week, but really, Brooke was beyond caring. She was trying to help the Knockouts, and they were not helping themselves, and Gail was somehow the best of them and the worst of them and Brooke totally wants to give Brooke Tessmacher a title shot, but she keeps interfering with Gail's matches, and Brooke doesn't want to reward bad behaviour.
She might have ended up ranting at Bully.
"Everyone thinks Brooke, I mean the other one, deserves the shot," said Bully.
"Yeah, but I don't want to give her one just to stop her interfering in other people's matches. But I don't want to protect Gail from her when Gail cheating got her a belt." Brooke was stuck.
"The way I see it, you've got two options, make it a three-way, or have Brooke and Velvet face off to get into the title match."
Bully was right, Brooke's thoughts had been tending that way anyway but it was nice to have someone agree with her, someone who'd been there, done that, and still thought the plan was reasonable.
The next time, Bully was ranting, again. Aces and Eights had set upon him, again, because he'd fallen for their taunts, again. "Have you ever considered not running backstage the minute they start calling you out?" She wants to make sure Bully knows exactly how much of an idiot he's being.
There's murder in his eyes, but his shrug suggests he understands that yeah, he's being a hot-head and Aces and Eights are taking advantage of it.
They fall into a pattern that's almost as predictable as "he's not here" being the response to "Hey Hogan". Bully gives her the confidence to go with her gut, she tries to act as a restraining force when he's thinking of doing something rash.
"Hey Brooke, wanna go to a ballgame tomorrow night?"
"He's not here - try stage 3."
"That time I definitely said 'hey Brooke' not 'hey Hogan'." Bully waved two tickets in the air. "The Dayton Beach Cubs sent some free tickets. Not that I don't like your Pop, but I don't even want to imagine what it's like going anywhere with him."
Brooke didn't need to imagine, most of her life growing up had featured large crowds of people losing their minds over Brooke's dad being Hulk Hogan, which sometimes meant he had to be that instead of Brooke's dad.
The game was fun; a couple of people might have done a quick double-take but they got left alone, which definitely wouldn't have happened if her dad had gone to the game.
Bully started to come into the office yelling "hey Brooke" more often after that. It wasn't every day, but it was often enough, bringing delicious food with him.
"Hey Brooke, wanna go to the flicks? 'Cabin in the Woods' doesn't look bad."
She agreed, horror wasn't always her bag, a mixture of being relatively easy to scare when a film managed it, and it being quite hard for a film to manage it because of all the time she'd spent with her dad on film sets when she was younger, but it wasn't like she got the opportunity to go to the cinema all that often so why not take the chance.
The film wasn't bad, it got more laughs than screams out of her, but she felt like that was the point.
Bully drove her back to the house she was renting while she was working for TNA.
There was no electric buzz in the air, nothing like that, just Bully missing her cheek and kissing her on the lips as he held the car door open for her. He was giving her space to laugh it off as him missing her cheek, he was giving himself space if she did choose to laugh it off.
Except she doesn't want to laugh it off. She knows all the ways this could go wrong, but right in this moment she can't think of a good reason not to tilt her head, bring her hand to the back of Bully's head and kiss him stupid.
She could almost laugh at how ridiculous they probably looked, making out next to a car like kids on the way to the prom.
The sneaking round feels a little like that too, she'd had to do that with at least her first few high school boyfriends, who'd all be terrified of her dad. She was looking forward to someone who didn't worship him or fear him.
It's kinda fun how much Bully isn't quite like that when he's in private. Brooke understands it, she grew up with her dad and Hulk Hogan and the gap between them, but there's something comfortable about Bully when he's not being Bully.
It's not that he's not loud, Brooke doesn't think Bully has it in him not to be loud, but he's not a loud mouth. He's got opinions, they're strident and they're about cheese disturbingly often, but he leaves her space to have her own, and even listens, mostly, when she's disagreeing with him.
Actually, he listens a lot, about the problems of trying to run a division, and he offers to back her up, even if he knows she'll never take him up on it, because she can't and keep this a secret. And also, she'd like to believe she can run a division without resorting to violence.
"Seriously, you've just got to ask. You think I won't powerbomb those broads right through a table if you ask? I'm the kinda guy who powerbombs seventy-year-old ladies. It wouldn't bother me." Maybe it's a bad thing, but she loves how everyone else is a broad, but Mae and Moolah, they're ladies to him, always. Underneath it all, and he'd hate for anyone to know it, but Bully's a sweetheart really.
Which is part of what makes this dangerous. All the things they'd hate for anyone to know about them.
There's all kinds of ways this goes wrong, and the tightrope they're walking because of who they are is always there.
Bully's never asked a single favour, not of her, not of her dad, the same thing that makes him a hot-head makes him too proud to do that, and she'll walk if he ever does because she's Brooke, not just Brooke Hogan.
She's accepted that people might use her to get to her dad, and that there's nothing she can do about that, her dad is her dad and has made it clear he'll always be that first and it's lovely really, but if anyone finds out, they will use this against Bully, or her, and either way, Bully will run out swinging because he's a hot-head. Even in the dizzy first wave of this, she knows that. What she doesn't know is if she's learnt enough about life, the business, the whole rotten mess, to be a cool enough head for both of them, because she's starting to think she might want to keep this, however odd it looks from the outside, even if everyone finds out.
End notes: I will leave to the reader whether they prefer this to go AU from the storyline as it actually unfolded, or prefer the idea of Bully playing everyone in this.
LJ end notes: Parts of this fic were at least partly inspired by how much Bully Ray looked like overgrown teenage boy having to meet prom date's father at various points in this storyline.
As you've probably guessed, I haven't see Cabin in the Woods, but I needed a film that came out around then that I could imagine Bully Ray maybe watching in the cinema. Other suggestions are gratefully accepted.
It's also very much an example of writing more fic about terrible angles than good ones, because this is fic number two of about four and a half fics about the Aces and Eights storyline when it was terrible, and yet I seem to write nothing/very little about angles I enjoyed.