So things were looking up for Angel in that last chapter. A new promotion, a new man to immediately fall in love with for no real reason ... looking ahead to the title of this chapter, however, I'm just going to assume that stuff's goin' south.
Chapter 6 – Two Timing
The next day, Angel walked into work all smiles. Word of the promotion had gotten around, and everyone was happy for her.
As she set up, she noticed that there was hardly any gauze, which was a major need. She went down to the supply closet in the basement and opened it with her key. She grabbed a couple of boxes from the shelf close to the door. She noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye. What she saw almost made her drop the boxes. Marcus Alexander Bagwell was in a liplock with Missy Hyatt.
She ran out silently, not wanting Marc to see her for fear he might run after her. She ran into the infirmary, dropped the gauze on the desk, and sat on a cot. She kept telling herself not to cry, that it would get her nowhere, but she couldn’t help it. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
Bobby Eaton was on his way to a training session with Arn when he noticed that Anglica’s door was closed. Her door was always open. He hoped that nothing was wrong, and knocked softly. When there was no answer, he opened it slightly. He saw her face in her hands and her shoulders shaking. He rushed over to her.
“Angelica, what’s wrong?”
She choked back a sob and said “Oh Bobby, I just saw Marcus kissing Missy Hyatt.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I know how much you liked him.”
“I didn’t just like him, I loved him, Bobby. Why has every body I loved turned around and broke my heart? First Marty, now Marc. Why?”
“Love can be cruel.”
Angelica sobbed. Bobby stroked her silky blonde hair [hurl] and she cried until she felt hollow inside.
Meanwhile, Arn Anderson who was looking for Bobby caught Angel and Bobby together. He was holding her! He knew it! Wait until Mrs. Eaton found out Arn slipped away silently.
“Bobby, this world would be so empty without you. Thank you for being here for me. And if you ever need a friend, I’ll always be here for you.”
“Same here. Okay, sorry, I’ve gotta go. Arn is waiting for me. “
“I’ll see you later.”
Bobby caught up to Arn in the hallway.
“Hey Arn.”
“Hey.” He said coldly
“Something wrong, Arn?”
“Don’t’ think I don’t know what you’re up to.”
“What’dya mean?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Bobby. I saw you and the nurse with each other today.”
“Angelica? Arn, I’m her friend, she needed me. She was having a rough time and I was comforting her.” Bobby walked off, shaking his head.
“Don’t you dare do that, Bobby Eaton. This conversation isn’t finished.”
“Arn, I don’t’ want to fight with you. You’re my best friend. Friendships are based on trust, but it seems this one is lacking trust.”
“You expect me to trust you after what I just saw? You’re a liar.”
“What is wrong with you, Arn?”
“It’s not me, it’s you, Eaton.” [I love how all of the fights between male friends in their mid-thirties sound like junior high break-ups.]
“I don’t have to take this, Arn. This conversation is over.”
“Yeah, then well so is this whole friendship!”
“Arn, we’ve been friends for two years, we’ve had plenty of fights worse than this. You’ve always trusted me. Trust me now.”
“And you’ve never lied to me. I can’t possibly trust someone who’s going to lie to me. Were you or were you not in the arms of that nurse.”
“I was but …”
“No buts. I think I know what I saw, and so do you.” [geez, what is this guy’s deal? Why can’t he be happy that his bff is cuddling a hot nurse?]
“Arn, she had her problems and I was concerned for her.”
“Don’t gimme that. Men and women can’t just be friends.”
“Look, Arn, this whole fight is stupid.”
“So you want me to just forget about it so you can get off the hook. No way. Now you listen, and you listen hard, because this is the last thing I’ll ever say to you, Eaton. You can have an affair with every cheap blond floozy you find, but if your wife ever finds out, don’t come crying to me, cause I sure as hell won’t care.”
Bobby didn’t call Arn back, he knew that it wouldn’t’ do any good. When Arn got mad, he took a while to cool down. But a week went by, and Arn hadn’t said a word to Bobby. With Arn’s knee injured, they dind’t tam together. Bobby was angry and upset, but he didn’t want to tell angel about it because he knew that Angelica, being her sweet self, would consider it her fault. He didn’t want to hurt her. Word had gotten to Marcus that angel had seen Missy and him kissing in the closet. Marc felt terrible about it, she refused to talk to him about it, it really hurt him. That was probably why his awareness was cut down in the ring at the upcoming clash.
Notes:
1) That scumbag! In the medical supply-filled basement of the sports complex with Missy Hyatt! Angel should have known never to trust a man with deep pools of eyes. I would like to point out that this is the lamest, most non-confrontational discovery of infidelity ever.
2) Who is your vote for most boring character? Mine is totally Bobby. Also, my vote for the most easily and bizarrely irritable character is Arn.
Coming up next:
Uh, oh, looks like Marc is going to be distracted in his upcoming match. I wonder if that will result in an injury that will require a visit to the infirmary … dunt dunt DUNN! Find out in …. Chapter 7 – Clash of the Champions I.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Chapter 5: The Date
This has nothing to do with Angel, but I'd just like y'all to know that my dog has wicked gas right now. Gosh.
Anyhoo ... Enjoy!
Chapter 5 – The Date
The day could not move quickly enough for Angel. Her date with Marcus was tonight, and she couldn’t wait. At the end, while she was cleaning up her office, Mr. Watts said that he wanted her in his office. She wanted to scream in frustration, this day was long enough! But she obediently went in and sat down.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Kerris.”
“Good afternoon, sir.”
OK, can the small talk, baldy, I’ve gotta get out of here!
“Ms. Kerris, I’ll make this quick,”
Please! Yes! Quick! Over and done with! SOON!
“Our head nurse Sally was not showing for all her matches. [huh?] Plain and simple – she was fired. It is mentioned in your contract that while on this job, you will be prompt and efficient. So, we, Ole and I, have decided to promote you to head nurse. This job will mean longer hours and more traveling, but there is a 30% pay increase. Will you accept?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Good.” They shook hands and Angel left.
Marcus picked her up at 6:00 on the dot. He took her to a cute little Italian restaurant. He was overjoyed that Angel had been promoted. After dinner, they went pack to his apartment. They started to kiss, and things were heating up quickly. [start the porno music]
“Wait,” he said. “How far do you want to go?” [what are they, high school kids in a 50’s movie? Who even asks that question?]
“Well … let’s slow down a little. I’m kind of saving myself for marriage, if you know what I mean.” [how could he not? You weren’t being particularly vague there, hon]
“Of course.”
They kissed for a long time after, he was a perfect gentleman. Then they sat and talked for awhile, then she had to leave. He gave her a long goodnight kiss at her door. [did it linger?]
As soon as she got into the door, the phone rang.
“Ang! Where have you been !?!? I’ve been trying to get you for at least six hours. Don’t tell me your dated lasted that long!”
“Okay, I won’t tell you.”
“Ang! You hunk-magnet.!”
“Relax, Duce, nothing happened, nothing really.”
“Are you sure? You don’t sound too sure.”
“Madusa, I think I fell in love.” [oh glory.]
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Notes:
1) I am sorely disappointed that there were no outfit descriptions in that chapter. If I had some sort of time-travel powers, I’d use them exclusively to tell 13-year-old me to include a lengthy discussion of what everyone wore in this chapter.
2) Ok, so I obviously had no idea what happened on dates, but I had a good idea that it probably included eating at restaurants, talking, and kissing. That’s not a bad basic set of date activities, but in terms of what people said to each other or what kissing was actually like, pffft no clue. I wasn’t really going to form a clue for several years, because I was a rather awkward-looking gal at this point in my life. I had super-short hair, was shaped like a plush rectangle, and wore glasses the size of safety goggles. Not to mention that I let my mom dress me and refused to wear jeans or any other pants with zippers. I was all stretchy pants and track suits all the time. Hawt. Also, I liked wrestling to a degree that alienated me from the majority of my peers.
3) I did, however, know all about S-E-X and thought the idea was G-R-O-S-S. Waiting ‘til marriage sounded like a good idea to me. This had nothing to do with religion, because I wasn’t raised to be religious. It had more to do with a “you put that there? Eeew!” mentality. I think Angel feels the same way. She’s just too mature to say so. Anyhoo, you think this is ridiculous? Wait until you see what happens with the Steiner brothers.
Could this be TWU WUV for Angel?? Find out next time in …. Chapter 6: Two Timing
Anyhoo ... Enjoy!
Chapter 5 – The Date
The day could not move quickly enough for Angel. Her date with Marcus was tonight, and she couldn’t wait. At the end, while she was cleaning up her office, Mr. Watts said that he wanted her in his office. She wanted to scream in frustration, this day was long enough! But she obediently went in and sat down.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Kerris.”
“Good afternoon, sir.”
OK, can the small talk, baldy, I’ve gotta get out of here!
“Ms. Kerris, I’ll make this quick,”
Please! Yes! Quick! Over and done with! SOON!
“Our head nurse Sally was not showing for all her matches. [huh?] Plain and simple – she was fired. It is mentioned in your contract that while on this job, you will be prompt and efficient. So, we, Ole and I, have decided to promote you to head nurse. This job will mean longer hours and more traveling, but there is a 30% pay increase. Will you accept?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Good.” They shook hands and Angel left.
Marcus picked her up at 6:00 on the dot. He took her to a cute little Italian restaurant. He was overjoyed that Angel had been promoted. After dinner, they went pack to his apartment. They started to kiss, and things were heating up quickly. [start the porno music]
“Wait,” he said. “How far do you want to go?” [what are they, high school kids in a 50’s movie? Who even asks that question?]
“Well … let’s slow down a little. I’m kind of saving myself for marriage, if you know what I mean.” [how could he not? You weren’t being particularly vague there, hon]
“Of course.”
They kissed for a long time after, he was a perfect gentleman. Then they sat and talked for awhile, then she had to leave. He gave her a long goodnight kiss at her door. [did it linger?]
As soon as she got into the door, the phone rang.
“Ang! Where have you been !?!? I’ve been trying to get you for at least six hours. Don’t tell me your dated lasted that long!”
“Okay, I won’t tell you.”
“Ang! You hunk-magnet.!”
“Relax, Duce, nothing happened, nothing really.”
“Are you sure? You don’t sound too sure.”
“Madusa, I think I fell in love.” [oh glory.]
---
Notes:
1) I am sorely disappointed that there were no outfit descriptions in that chapter. If I had some sort of time-travel powers, I’d use them exclusively to tell 13-year-old me to include a lengthy discussion of what everyone wore in this chapter.
2) Ok, so I obviously had no idea what happened on dates, but I had a good idea that it probably included eating at restaurants, talking, and kissing. That’s not a bad basic set of date activities, but in terms of what people said to each other or what kissing was actually like, pffft no clue. I wasn’t really going to form a clue for several years, because I was a rather awkward-looking gal at this point in my life. I had super-short hair, was shaped like a plush rectangle, and wore glasses the size of safety goggles. Not to mention that I let my mom dress me and refused to wear jeans or any other pants with zippers. I was all stretchy pants and track suits all the time. Hawt. Also, I liked wrestling to a degree that alienated me from the majority of my peers.
3) I did, however, know all about S-E-X and thought the idea was G-R-O-S-S. Waiting ‘til marriage sounded like a good idea to me. This had nothing to do with religion, because I wasn’t raised to be religious. It had more to do with a “you put that there? Eeew!” mentality. I think Angel feels the same way. She’s just too mature to say so. Anyhoo, you think this is ridiculous? Wait until you see what happens with the Steiner brothers.
Could this be TWU WUV for Angel?? Find out next time in …. Chapter 6: Two Timing
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Chapter 4 - The Omni
Sorry I've been sparse with the updates! I'll try to make sure I update twice a week from now on. My professional life has been a bit nuts lately. This should settle down in the next month or so ... but until then, I humbly present to you ...
Chapter 4 – The Omni
With Marcus’ kiss still lingering on her lips, Angelica unlocked the door to hier office. Bill Watts always insisted that the nurses be at the match location at least 3 hours before the card started.
Madusa Micelli walked through her open door. “Hey Ang, how was the party?”
“Great, especially at the end.” She said mysteriously.
“Come on, what happened? Spill it!”
“OK. Marc Bagwell kissed me, nothing that important.”
“Well, Mrs. Bagwell, planning on having any kids?” Madusa teased.
“Please, it’s not that serious,” laughed Angel.
“I’ll bet Missy the Airhead wasn’t too happy about that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, Ang, everyone knows that Missy has had her eye on Marcus for quite a while.”
“That explains why she hasn’t been very talkative when she’s been around me.”
“Lucky you. She’s probably mad because you’re smarter than her.”
“A bar of soap is smarter than her,” giggled Angel. [uhm. Angel? You picked out your own outfit for Sting’s party. I wouldn’t talk.]
Madusa laughed. “Hey, I’ve gotta go. Rick needs me.”
“Have fun.”
“I always do.” She breezed out of the infirmary.
Ugh, thought Angel, she had no idea what Madusa saw in Rick Rude. His last name described him perfectly. Ugh. For about half an hour, she set up, because there was nothing better to do. Gauze went over there, tape over there, iodine over there, and bandages over there [are y’all taking notes?]
Bobby Eaton walked through her always-open door. “Hey.”
“Hey Bobby, what’s up?”
“Nothing much. Just wanted to talk.”
“Anything in particular?”
“Nope. Just wanna talk.”
“Well, I’m here.” They moved to the folding chairs in the back and sat down.
“I figured we could, you know, get to know each other better.” [if this were erotica, there would be a nurse’s uniform on the floor right now. But it’s not. Apologies to everyone who found this page by googling “nurse erotica” … better luck next time].
“Sure. I was born and raised in Rhode Island [what happened to Rosebud, Idaho? No clue.] I’ve got 2 dogs named Wally and Floyd, a cat named Flufflebunny, and my favorite movie is West Side Story. Anything else?” she said in an overly bubbly voice.
He laughed softly. “No, I kinda mean recent stuff. You know … Flufflebunny?” he broke off, laughing harder now. Angel joined in.
“Fluffy for short, Fluff-o when she’s especially good.” She said in between laughs. She had never found her cat’s name that funny, but now somehow it was hilarious. When the laughs died down, Bobby said “Angelica, your cat’s a great icebreaker. Anyway, I was thinkin’ more like you know, when’d you get into wrestling?”
“Well, about 2 years ago, I went from college to the WWF to be in some sort of medicine job, but they needed a manager, so they decided to hire me.”
“Why’d you leave?”
“Well … I had … problems.”
“Hey, I’m sorry. This must be hard for you to talk about. I don’t mean to pry. I’m real sorry.”
“No, it’s ok. I haven’t talked about this since it happened. It’ll be good for me. I was managing a guy named Marty Jannetty. He was so sweet to me. I fell very deeply in love with him very quickly. I dreamed of him and I getting married and living in Georgia and a whole bunch of other stuff like that.” A sad smile broke across her face. She looked down and continued. “And then one day I found a clipping from some magazine about Marty’s entrance to this other federation. The magazine asked him about me. He said that we had something for about 5 seconds and that I was a dumb blonde. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. I felt so empty … so used … how could he do that to me? I loved him so much.” She put her hands into her face.
Bobby silently slipped an arm around her. That must’ve been horrible for her, the poor thing. She was such a sweet girl. Who in their right mind would want to hurt her?
“You okay, Angelica?”
Angel nodded and wiped away a few forming tears.
“Thank you, Bobby.” She said and hugged him warmly.
“Hey, what are friends for? Hey, I’ve gotta go. I’m meeting Arn at the gym.”
They said goodbye. Angel washed up and got the office ready.
Marc was next to enter the room.
“Hi Angel.” He greeted.
“Marc! Hi! What’s up?”
“I was wondering – what are you doing Thursday? I thought maybe we could go out someplace.”
“Sounds good to me.” Angel tried to seem as un-eager as possible [did she yawn loudly?] Madusa had taught her that over-eager women scared off men [how progressive]
“Great. I’ll pick you up around 6:00.”
“Perfect. See you then.”
He left her with a kiss that lingered. [gross?]
AT 9:00 PM Sharp, the card started. She treated 3 sprained knees, mild contusions, and a whomp on the head (all scrubs) [scrubs = jobbers]. The main event was Dustin Rhodes and Barry Windham versus Chris Benoit, a guy she hardly knew, and Steve Austin, whom she also barely knew. Dustin and Barry lost, and they had gotten into a shouting match at the end. No one was hurt, but Angel was not at all surprised when Dustin came into her infirmary. [I would assume that the readers are likewise unsurprised]
“Ang – can we talk. Please?” There was a note of urgency in his voice.
“Of course, Dustin have a seat.” She pulled a folding chair. They had probably 20 minutes until she might have a patient. [uhm, I thought that was the main event?]
“Angel, I don’t know how much more Barry and I can take. And we try to cover it up with little excuses.” [are they a couple? I don’t remember writing slash]
Dustin saw Angelica’s puzzled expression.
“Oh, you don’t know about Alexandra, do you?”
Angel shook her head.
“Alexandra York was the manger of the York Foundation. Barry and I both took a liking to her. Barry’s been sore ever since Alex picked me over him. It’s silly ‘cause it’s not my fault, it’s not his fault, heck, it’s not even Alex’s fault really. I mean, if Alex had picked him over me, I would’ve been unhappy sure, but to let it destroy our friendship? I knew that it was bound to cause turbulence. But, heck, to still be arguing about it 4 ½ months after it happened? If he and Alexandra were a happy couple, well, I’d be happy for him. Or at least I’d try as hard as I could to pretend. This is just a mess Angel. I can’t choose between them. That’s like if someone asked you which parent would you rather have killed, your mother or your father [ … yes. It’s exactly like that.] I love Alex, but Barry has been my best friend since as far back as I can remember. Now it seems like whenever something little gets between me and Barry, it gets blown way out of proportion because he’s jealous. This stuff makes me sick.” He was near tears.
Angelica thought that this was one of the saddest tales she had ever heard. Caught between your bet friend and the woman you love. It sounded like a tragic soap opera plot [how meta].
“I don’t’ know what to say, Dustin. I’m so sorry.” She put her arm around him, but it turned into a long hug. She felt a wet spot forming on her shoulder where his tears fell.
“Angel, I don’t know what id’ do without you. Now I’ve gotta go, I’ve got a rather ironic date with Alex. [someone needs a lesson on the definition of irony] Thanks again.”
He gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek, and then left.
NOTES:
1) What is it about Angel that makes men cry all over her? It’s rather disquieting.
2) The best explanation I have as to why Angel’s hometown switched from Idaho to Rhode Island is that I had to do a project on the Rhode Island colony in 7th grade. I must have considered myself something of an expert.
3) Yeah, that’s Chris Benoit up there. How was I to know all that horrible stuff would happen 15 years in the future? If you’re freaked out by that brief mention, you might want to stop reading this blog now, because you ain’t seen the last of him.
4) Can Marcus give a kiss that doesn't linger? What does that even mean? Is he coating his lips in molasses?
COMING UP NEXT … Angel and Marcus step out onto the town. What did a 13-year-old girl who looked like Garth think happened on a date? Tune in next time to find out in … Chapter 5 – The Date!
Chapter 4 – The Omni
With Marcus’ kiss still lingering on her lips, Angelica unlocked the door to hier office. Bill Watts always insisted that the nurses be at the match location at least 3 hours before the card started.
Madusa Micelli walked through her open door. “Hey Ang, how was the party?”
“Great, especially at the end.” She said mysteriously.
“Come on, what happened? Spill it!”
“OK. Marc Bagwell kissed me, nothing that important.”
“Well, Mrs. Bagwell, planning on having any kids?” Madusa teased.
“Please, it’s not that serious,” laughed Angel.
“I’ll bet Missy the Airhead wasn’t too happy about that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, Ang, everyone knows that Missy has had her eye on Marcus for quite a while.”
“That explains why she hasn’t been very talkative when she’s been around me.”
“Lucky you. She’s probably mad because you’re smarter than her.”
“A bar of soap is smarter than her,” giggled Angel. [uhm. Angel? You picked out your own outfit for Sting’s party. I wouldn’t talk.]
Madusa laughed. “Hey, I’ve gotta go. Rick needs me.”
“Have fun.”
“I always do.” She breezed out of the infirmary.
Ugh, thought Angel, she had no idea what Madusa saw in Rick Rude. His last name described him perfectly. Ugh. For about half an hour, she set up, because there was nothing better to do. Gauze went over there, tape over there, iodine over there, and bandages over there [are y’all taking notes?]
Bobby Eaton walked through her always-open door. “Hey.”
“Hey Bobby, what’s up?”
“Nothing much. Just wanted to talk.”
“Anything in particular?”
“Nope. Just wanna talk.”
“Well, I’m here.” They moved to the folding chairs in the back and sat down.
“I figured we could, you know, get to know each other better.” [if this were erotica, there would be a nurse’s uniform on the floor right now. But it’s not. Apologies to everyone who found this page by googling “nurse erotica” … better luck next time].
“Sure. I was born and raised in Rhode Island [what happened to Rosebud, Idaho? No clue.] I’ve got 2 dogs named Wally and Floyd, a cat named Flufflebunny, and my favorite movie is West Side Story. Anything else?” she said in an overly bubbly voice.
He laughed softly. “No, I kinda mean recent stuff. You know … Flufflebunny?” he broke off, laughing harder now. Angel joined in.
“Fluffy for short, Fluff-o when she’s especially good.” She said in between laughs. She had never found her cat’s name that funny, but now somehow it was hilarious. When the laughs died down, Bobby said “Angelica, your cat’s a great icebreaker. Anyway, I was thinkin’ more like you know, when’d you get into wrestling?”
“Well, about 2 years ago, I went from college to the WWF to be in some sort of medicine job, but they needed a manager, so they decided to hire me.”
“Why’d you leave?”
“Well … I had … problems.”
“Hey, I’m sorry. This must be hard for you to talk about. I don’t mean to pry. I’m real sorry.”
“No, it’s ok. I haven’t talked about this since it happened. It’ll be good for me. I was managing a guy named Marty Jannetty. He was so sweet to me. I fell very deeply in love with him very quickly. I dreamed of him and I getting married and living in Georgia and a whole bunch of other stuff like that.” A sad smile broke across her face. She looked down and continued. “And then one day I found a clipping from some magazine about Marty’s entrance to this other federation. The magazine asked him about me. He said that we had something for about 5 seconds and that I was a dumb blonde. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. I felt so empty … so used … how could he do that to me? I loved him so much.” She put her hands into her face.
Bobby silently slipped an arm around her. That must’ve been horrible for her, the poor thing. She was such a sweet girl. Who in their right mind would want to hurt her?
“You okay, Angelica?”
Angel nodded and wiped away a few forming tears.
“Thank you, Bobby.” She said and hugged him warmly.
“Hey, what are friends for? Hey, I’ve gotta go. I’m meeting Arn at the gym.”
They said goodbye. Angel washed up and got the office ready.
Marc was next to enter the room.
“Hi Angel.” He greeted.
“Marc! Hi! What’s up?”
“I was wondering – what are you doing Thursday? I thought maybe we could go out someplace.”
“Sounds good to me.” Angel tried to seem as un-eager as possible [did she yawn loudly?] Madusa had taught her that over-eager women scared off men [how progressive]
“Great. I’ll pick you up around 6:00.”
“Perfect. See you then.”
He left her with a kiss that lingered. [gross?]
AT 9:00 PM Sharp, the card started. She treated 3 sprained knees, mild contusions, and a whomp on the head (all scrubs) [scrubs = jobbers]. The main event was Dustin Rhodes and Barry Windham versus Chris Benoit, a guy she hardly knew, and Steve Austin, whom she also barely knew. Dustin and Barry lost, and they had gotten into a shouting match at the end. No one was hurt, but Angel was not at all surprised when Dustin came into her infirmary. [I would assume that the readers are likewise unsurprised]
“Ang – can we talk. Please?” There was a note of urgency in his voice.
“Of course, Dustin have a seat.” She pulled a folding chair. They had probably 20 minutes until she might have a patient. [uhm, I thought that was the main event?]
“Angel, I don’t know how much more Barry and I can take. And we try to cover it up with little excuses.” [are they a couple? I don’t remember writing slash]
Dustin saw Angelica’s puzzled expression.
“Oh, you don’t know about Alexandra, do you?”
Angel shook her head.
“Alexandra York was the manger of the York Foundation. Barry and I both took a liking to her. Barry’s been sore ever since Alex picked me over him. It’s silly ‘cause it’s not my fault, it’s not his fault, heck, it’s not even Alex’s fault really. I mean, if Alex had picked him over me, I would’ve been unhappy sure, but to let it destroy our friendship? I knew that it was bound to cause turbulence. But, heck, to still be arguing about it 4 ½ months after it happened? If he and Alexandra were a happy couple, well, I’d be happy for him. Or at least I’d try as hard as I could to pretend. This is just a mess Angel. I can’t choose between them. That’s like if someone asked you which parent would you rather have killed, your mother or your father [ … yes. It’s exactly like that.] I love Alex, but Barry has been my best friend since as far back as I can remember. Now it seems like whenever something little gets between me and Barry, it gets blown way out of proportion because he’s jealous. This stuff makes me sick.” He was near tears.
Angelica thought that this was one of the saddest tales she had ever heard. Caught between your bet friend and the woman you love. It sounded like a tragic soap opera plot [how meta].
“I don’t’ know what to say, Dustin. I’m so sorry.” She put her arm around him, but it turned into a long hug. She felt a wet spot forming on her shoulder where his tears fell.
“Angel, I don’t know what id’ do without you. Now I’ve gotta go, I’ve got a rather ironic date with Alex. [someone needs a lesson on the definition of irony] Thanks again.”
He gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek, and then left.
NOTES:
1) What is it about Angel that makes men cry all over her? It’s rather disquieting.
2) The best explanation I have as to why Angel’s hometown switched from Idaho to Rhode Island is that I had to do a project on the Rhode Island colony in 7th grade. I must have considered myself something of an expert.
3) Yeah, that’s Chris Benoit up there. How was I to know all that horrible stuff would happen 15 years in the future? If you’re freaked out by that brief mention, you might want to stop reading this blog now, because you ain’t seen the last of him.
4) Can Marcus give a kiss that doesn't linger? What does that even mean? Is he coating his lips in molasses?
COMING UP NEXT … Angel and Marcus step out onto the town. What did a 13-year-old girl who looked like Garth think happened on a date? Tune in next time to find out in … Chapter 5 – The Date!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Chapter 3: Sting’s Party
Welcome back to another action-packed chapter of the life and times of the world's least interesting protagonist. Hold on to your red bell peppers, it's ...
Chapter 3: Sting’s Party
Although Angelica hardly ever fussed about what to wear [which nurse’s uniform is a purer white?], she found herself doing just that now. She had never been on the cutting edge of fashion, she always just bought comfortable clothes she thought looked nice on her. [what an iconoclast]
She finally settled on an apricot tee-shirt with a slight v-neck, and black denim shorts. She tucked the shirt into the shorts and puffed it out. She left on her pair of white open toe sandals and tied her hair into a French braid. [HAWT]
She seldom wore makeup, but when she was little, she had to wear nail polish to stop her from biting her fingernails. Even though she was completely over that habit, Angel still liked to paint her fingernails, and sometimes her toenails too. She removed all of the neon–green nailpolish she had applied on her fingernails and put on some clear. After a final check in her half-length mirror, she was ready to go. [woman, a full-length mirror would have perhaps convinced you to change your shoes, at the very least]
When she arrived at the party, the music was on loud. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. She didn’t like modern music at all [autobiography, here we go]. Doo-wop was her thing. She’d take the Mello-Kings or the Passions over the Red Hot Something Peppers or that guy, Iced Tea, or Lemonade, or whoever.
Sting answered the doorbell. When she looked in she recognized a few faces. Dustin Rhodes, Missy Hyatt, Marc Bagwell, and Ron Simmons. Oh, there was 2 Cold Scorpio!
“Hi Sting!” she said, handing him a box and hugging him.
“Hi Angel. Glad you could make it! What’s in the box?” he inquired, shaking it.
“Chocolate chip cookies. Hope you don’t mind. I baked them this afternoon.”
“Thanks a lot. I’m sure they’re delicious.” He said happily. “You know, I can’t remember the last time I had a home made chocolate chip cookie” [me either. Mmm.]
He led her into the party and introduced her to the people she didn’t know. The last people they came to were Rick and Scott, the Steiner Brothers.
“Rick, Scott, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine, Angelica Kerris, and if you’ll excuse me, the chips need refilling. See ya later.”
“So, Angelica, what do you do in the WCW?” asked Scott.
“I’m a first-aid nurse. I used to work in the WWF, but, uh …. I ran into some …. uh, problems.”
“Got a nickname, Angelica?”
“Angel.”
“Can I call you Angie?” asked Rick.
“Sure.” She said smiling. She looked at them both. She had seen them before, in pictures and on TV, but in person, they were incredible. Scot was tall and very muscular. He had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. His older brother, Rick, was a little bit shorter and stouter. He had brown eyes and short brown hair. He had a moustache that extended down to the base of his chin. They were both clad and T-shirts and jeans, but Rick was also wearing one of those headbands that had springy antennae on them. [oh, what a nut!]. Both seemed nice.
Scott thought that Angelica, no, he’d call her Ang, was very pretty, Nice figure, gorgeous blue eyes, beautiful blonde hair. If he didn’t already have a girlfriend …… stop thinking that, Scott, he told himself. Do you want this thing to work out with Marie or not?
Unlike Scott, Rick took his first impressions of people from their personalities. Rick thought that Angie was pretty friendly, although she was a bit … normal. Wait a minute … scratch that …
“Hey, great toenail polish.” He said sincerely.
Quickly, Angel looked down at her feet. She was still wearing her neon green toenail polish! [OMG! party fowl!]
“Oh … uh, thanks. I didn’t quite plan to be wearing it, but thanks anyway.”
“Hey, it’s you, Angie.” He said, laughing.
Scott rolled his eyes. “I’ll see you guys around later.” He said.
“Where ya goin’ Scotty?” asked Rick.
“I’m just gonna mingle for a while” he said, walking away.
“Hey, here comes Dustin!”
Dustin Rhodes walked up to both of them. His blonde hair was combed back. His blue eyes glittered. Jeans and a T-shirt covered his muscular, yet lanky figure.
“Hey Rick, hey Angel.” He gave Rick a quick hug and bent over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Rick raised his eyebrows. Angel elbowed him and giggled. “I see you two have met.”
“Yeah. Hey, Sorry to cut this conversation short, but I’m gonna find Scott. Catch you guys later.”
“Bye!” said Angel. It was amazing. She had just met him about ten minutes ago and she already felt like an old friend. [huh?]
“Angel, can we go and talk somewhere?”
“Sure, Dustin, is everything ok?”
“Well, not really.” [uh oh … I smell something that rhymes with flegregious flying] They both walked to a couch in a corner away from the loud noise of the party. “You see, I’ve gotta talk about it to someone, or I feel like I’m going to explode. You understand?” They sat down.
“I’ve got the same feelings. So what’s wrong?”
“Well,” he said with a sigh, “You probably know by now that Barry [that’s his tag team partner, Barry Windham] and I have been going through some rough times. We’ve had our share of fights before, and some of them were pretty bad, but we always seemed to bounce back from them. This time, though, we’re not bouncing very well. The fights just get worse and worse. We can hardly look at e ach other without one of us starting something up. It hasn’t gotten physical, but I’m really afraid that one day it might. Barry and I were closer than brothers. I don’t’ want to see our friendship end like this. to think of all the good times we’ve had …” he looked off and his eyes clouded with tears. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Said Angel, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Dustin, your friendship with Barry isn’t over. Something is bound to happen to change things.” She said softly.
“You’re right, Angel, I just hope that that something isn’t bad.” He hugged her and thanked her, and then went off to see if Scorpio wanted to give him that dance lesson he had promised now [good golly]. Somehow, Angel just couldn’t picture Dustin dancing like 2 Cold Scorpio.
Meanwhile, Rick had finally caught up with Scotty. He was in the kitchen, on the telephone. Rick caught up the tail end of their conversation.
“Marie … Marie, stop it! You know how I …. Fine then! Allright … me too … OK bye.”
“You guys get into another fight?” Asked Rick, spring antennae bobbing.
“Yeah” Scott said shaking his head and exhaling in disgust. “I just called her to ask her what time to pick her up and we got into that!”
“What do you mean? What were you two fighting about?”
“Oh nothing that big,” he said quickly.
Angel decided to check out the munchies. She grabbed a red bell pepper stick. They were her favorite veggie. Oh wait, they had seeds. They were a fruit. While she thought about it, Missy Hyatt came up to the table to grab some Chips.
“Hi Missy.” Angel said.
“Oh … hi.” Said an unethused and frosty-sounding Missy Hyatt. She quickly moved away from Angel. Geez! What’s with her? She thought. Marcus was walking towards her.
“Hey, Angel. Come here often?” asked Marc in his rich, melodious voice. She was so beautiful, especially tonight. Her outfit hugged every curve [?!? She’s wearing a t-shirt tucked into black denim shorts!]. Her long legs tapered into white sandals and …
“Hey … nice toenail polish” he said sarcastically.
“Thanks” she said sourly. She looked down at her watch and frowned. “Sorry to cut this short, Marc, but Bill Watts wants me at the Missouri Omni by 7:00 and if I’m gonna make it there, I’d better leave now.”
“Wait—before you go. There’s something I’ve got to give you.”
He drew her near to him and kissed her passionately.
“Bye.” He said.
“See you later!” said Angel. That was one of the most incredible moments of my life, thought Angel as she said goodbye to everyone. Marcus prayed that Missy didn’t see that. She’d kill him! [dunt dunt DUNNNN!]
NOTES:
1) when will Angel stop marveling over the fact that the wrestlers she meets are muscular? They’re EFFING WRESTLERS.
2) Scott has a girlfriend named Marie … hmm … where have we read that name before? Look out, Scott!
3) What kind of a craptacular party was this? There are chips, cookies, and red bell peppers, but no booze. Also, it’s in full swing well before 7 PM? This sounds like a birthday party for … wait for it … a middle schooler. I was so lame that I couldn’t even imagine parties cooler than the ones I’d been to in seventh grade. Actually, now that I think about it, I got invited to some rockin’ bar mitzvahs that put Sting’s fete to shame. Shout out to Adam Glassman … yours was the best. Here’s to hoping that your name is common enough that no one googles you and comes across this page. Potential employers of Adam Glassman, please know that he’s the smartest person I’ve ever met, and you should totally hire him even though he invited the author of this pabulum to his bar mitzvah.
COMING UP NEXT: Angel and Bobby have a hideously boring conversation in which we learn more of her fascinating backstory and she rewrites history a little bit. Dustin treats us to an extended monologue in which he discusses the details of his troubles with Barry. Odds of him holding himself together enough to manage not to cry: 0 to 1. Join us next time for …. Chapter 4: The Omni
Chapter 3: Sting’s Party
Although Angelica hardly ever fussed about what to wear [which nurse’s uniform is a purer white?], she found herself doing just that now. She had never been on the cutting edge of fashion, she always just bought comfortable clothes she thought looked nice on her. [what an iconoclast]
She finally settled on an apricot tee-shirt with a slight v-neck, and black denim shorts. She tucked the shirt into the shorts and puffed it out. She left on her pair of white open toe sandals and tied her hair into a French braid. [HAWT]
She seldom wore makeup, but when she was little, she had to wear nail polish to stop her from biting her fingernails. Even though she was completely over that habit, Angel still liked to paint her fingernails, and sometimes her toenails too. She removed all of the neon–green nailpolish she had applied on her fingernails and put on some clear. After a final check in her half-length mirror, she was ready to go. [woman, a full-length mirror would have perhaps convinced you to change your shoes, at the very least]
When she arrived at the party, the music was on loud. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. She didn’t like modern music at all [autobiography, here we go]. Doo-wop was her thing. She’d take the Mello-Kings or the Passions over the Red Hot Something Peppers or that guy, Iced Tea, or Lemonade, or whoever.
Sting answered the doorbell. When she looked in she recognized a few faces. Dustin Rhodes, Missy Hyatt, Marc Bagwell, and Ron Simmons. Oh, there was 2 Cold Scorpio!
“Hi Sting!” she said, handing him a box and hugging him.
“Hi Angel. Glad you could make it! What’s in the box?” he inquired, shaking it.
“Chocolate chip cookies. Hope you don’t mind. I baked them this afternoon.”
“Thanks a lot. I’m sure they’re delicious.” He said happily. “You know, I can’t remember the last time I had a home made chocolate chip cookie” [me either. Mmm.]
He led her into the party and introduced her to the people she didn’t know. The last people they came to were Rick and Scott, the Steiner Brothers.
“Rick, Scott, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine, Angelica Kerris, and if you’ll excuse me, the chips need refilling. See ya later.”
“So, Angelica, what do you do in the WCW?” asked Scott.
“I’m a first-aid nurse. I used to work in the WWF, but, uh …. I ran into some …. uh, problems.”
“Got a nickname, Angelica?”
“Angel.”
“Can I call you Angie?” asked Rick.
“Sure.” She said smiling. She looked at them both. She had seen them before, in pictures and on TV, but in person, they were incredible. Scot was tall and very muscular. He had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. His older brother, Rick, was a little bit shorter and stouter. He had brown eyes and short brown hair. He had a moustache that extended down to the base of his chin. They were both clad and T-shirts and jeans, but Rick was also wearing one of those headbands that had springy antennae on them. [oh, what a nut!]. Both seemed nice.
Scott thought that Angelica, no, he’d call her Ang, was very pretty, Nice figure, gorgeous blue eyes, beautiful blonde hair. If he didn’t already have a girlfriend …… stop thinking that, Scott, he told himself. Do you want this thing to work out with Marie or not?
Unlike Scott, Rick took his first impressions of people from their personalities. Rick thought that Angie was pretty friendly, although she was a bit … normal. Wait a minute … scratch that …
“Hey, great toenail polish.” He said sincerely.
Quickly, Angel looked down at her feet. She was still wearing her neon green toenail polish! [OMG! party fowl!]
“Oh … uh, thanks. I didn’t quite plan to be wearing it, but thanks anyway.”
“Hey, it’s you, Angie.” He said, laughing.
Scott rolled his eyes. “I’ll see you guys around later.” He said.
“Where ya goin’ Scotty?” asked Rick.
“I’m just gonna mingle for a while” he said, walking away.
“Hey, here comes Dustin!”
Dustin Rhodes walked up to both of them. His blonde hair was combed back. His blue eyes glittered. Jeans and a T-shirt covered his muscular, yet lanky figure.
“Hey Rick, hey Angel.” He gave Rick a quick hug and bent over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Rick raised his eyebrows. Angel elbowed him and giggled. “I see you two have met.”
“Yeah. Hey, Sorry to cut this conversation short, but I’m gonna find Scott. Catch you guys later.”
“Bye!” said Angel. It was amazing. She had just met him about ten minutes ago and she already felt like an old friend. [huh?]
“Angel, can we go and talk somewhere?”
“Sure, Dustin, is everything ok?”
“Well, not really.” [uh oh … I smell something that rhymes with flegregious flying] They both walked to a couch in a corner away from the loud noise of the party. “You see, I’ve gotta talk about it to someone, or I feel like I’m going to explode. You understand?” They sat down.
“I’ve got the same feelings. So what’s wrong?”
“Well,” he said with a sigh, “You probably know by now that Barry [that’s his tag team partner, Barry Windham] and I have been going through some rough times. We’ve had our share of fights before, and some of them were pretty bad, but we always seemed to bounce back from them. This time, though, we’re not bouncing very well. The fights just get worse and worse. We can hardly look at e ach other without one of us starting something up. It hasn’t gotten physical, but I’m really afraid that one day it might. Barry and I were closer than brothers. I don’t’ want to see our friendship end like this. to think of all the good times we’ve had …” he looked off and his eyes clouded with tears. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Said Angel, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Dustin, your friendship with Barry isn’t over. Something is bound to happen to change things.” She said softly.
“You’re right, Angel, I just hope that that something isn’t bad.” He hugged her and thanked her, and then went off to see if Scorpio wanted to give him that dance lesson he had promised now [good golly]. Somehow, Angel just couldn’t picture Dustin dancing like 2 Cold Scorpio.
Meanwhile, Rick had finally caught up with Scotty. He was in the kitchen, on the telephone. Rick caught up the tail end of their conversation.
“Marie … Marie, stop it! You know how I …. Fine then! Allright … me too … OK bye.”
“You guys get into another fight?” Asked Rick, spring antennae bobbing.
“Yeah” Scott said shaking his head and exhaling in disgust. “I just called her to ask her what time to pick her up and we got into that!”
“What do you mean? What were you two fighting about?”
“Oh nothing that big,” he said quickly.
Angel decided to check out the munchies. She grabbed a red bell pepper stick. They were her favorite veggie. Oh wait, they had seeds. They were a fruit. While she thought about it, Missy Hyatt came up to the table to grab some Chips.
“Hi Missy.” Angel said.
“Oh … hi.” Said an unethused and frosty-sounding Missy Hyatt. She quickly moved away from Angel. Geez! What’s with her? She thought. Marcus was walking towards her.
“Hey, Angel. Come here often?” asked Marc in his rich, melodious voice. She was so beautiful, especially tonight. Her outfit hugged every curve [?!? She’s wearing a t-shirt tucked into black denim shorts!]. Her long legs tapered into white sandals and …
“Hey … nice toenail polish” he said sarcastically.
“Thanks” she said sourly. She looked down at her watch and frowned. “Sorry to cut this short, Marc, but Bill Watts wants me at the Missouri Omni by 7:00 and if I’m gonna make it there, I’d better leave now.”
“Wait—before you go. There’s something I’ve got to give you.”
He drew her near to him and kissed her passionately.
“Bye.” He said.
“See you later!” said Angel. That was one of the most incredible moments of my life, thought Angel as she said goodbye to everyone. Marcus prayed that Missy didn’t see that. She’d kill him! [dunt dunt DUNNNN!]
NOTES:
1) when will Angel stop marveling over the fact that the wrestlers she meets are muscular? They’re EFFING WRESTLERS.
2) Scott has a girlfriend named Marie … hmm … where have we read that name before? Look out, Scott!
3) What kind of a craptacular party was this? There are chips, cookies, and red bell peppers, but no booze. Also, it’s in full swing well before 7 PM? This sounds like a birthday party for … wait for it … a middle schooler. I was so lame that I couldn’t even imagine parties cooler than the ones I’d been to in seventh grade. Actually, now that I think about it, I got invited to some rockin’ bar mitzvahs that put Sting’s fete to shame. Shout out to Adam Glassman … yours was the best. Here’s to hoping that your name is common enough that no one googles you and comes across this page. Potential employers of Adam Glassman, please know that he’s the smartest person I’ve ever met, and you should totally hire him even though he invited the author of this pabulum to his bar mitzvah.
COMING UP NEXT: Angel and Bobby have a hideously boring conversation in which we learn more of her fascinating backstory and she rewrites history a little bit. Dustin treats us to an extended monologue in which he discusses the details of his troubles with Barry. Odds of him holding himself together enough to manage not to cry: 0 to 1. Join us next time for …. Chapter 4: The Omni
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Chapter 2: New Friends, New Enemies
I know you’ve all been lying awake at night, minds reeling as you contemplated the life and times of Angel. Well rest easy, friends. My job takes a back seat to …
Chapter 2: New Friends, New Enemies
In her first two weeks at WCW, she had made many friends, as well as a few enemies. Well, not exactly enemies, just people she didn’t quite hit it off with. Barry Windham was one of those people. She guessed that after he had seen her chatting and laughing with Dustin Rhodes, whom he hadn’t been happy with latterly, he branded her by association. She liked Dustin. He was very personable and had a great sense of humor. (he was pretty good looking too!) But she didn’t like him that way. Not really. She had her heart set on Marc Bagwell. Marc was all she had ever hoped for in a man. He was gorgeous, smart, funny, and above all, nice. To Angel, a guy could be the smartest, most handsome comedian on Earth, but if he wasn’t nice, then some other fickle girl could have him. From what she knew, Marcus Alexander Bagwell was nice, honest, compassionate, and drop-dead gorgeous. Okay, so maybe looks did matter a little. But how could any girl refuse those deep pools of brown eyes, that soft brown hair, that fabulous smile, or that terrific muscular body? And best of all, he seemed to like her too. Her other friends in WCW included Madusa Miceli, Bobby Eaton, Sting, and a friend just made recently [was he sculpted out of play-doh?], 2 Cold Scorpio.
She didn’t really get along with Paul Orndorf, Rick Rude, Paul E. Dangerously (all 3 of them were too obnoxious for her) and for some reason, Missy Hyatt just hated her. Angel didn’t really mind that. She thought Missy was an Airhead.
Madusa really became the first girl friend she’d had since she entered wrestling. She had always been surrounded by Men. Sherri had always had ill-tempered mood swings. She had always DESPISED Ms. Elizabeth [really???]. Angel couldn’t remember the last time she had just sat and had some girl talk. She liked Madusa. Angel thought that Madusa was intelligent, nice, and witty. A real breath of fresh air compared to the sometimes stuffy personalities she found in wrestlers [I distinctly remember being proud of that sentence. Wtf does that even mean?]
Bobby Eaton’s personality was so different from his friends. Rick was loud and obnoxious. Van Vader was just plain loud. Arn Anderson didn’t seem to trust her, and Paul was lewd and childish. [they sound like way more fun than any of the drips Angel hangs out with] Bobby, on the other hand, was very quiet and always nice to her. Basically, he was very agreeable, but awfully reserved. She liked him a lot. He was a good friend. His shoulder-length hair was dyed blond and he had dark blue eyes. His best friend Arn seemed to think that there was something between Angel and Bobby besides friendship, but she knew that he was happily married and really didn’t like him like that anyway.
Sting was wild and fun. He loved surfing, outdoor sports [as opposed to foosball?], and parties, in fact, he was throwing a party at his beach house this weekend. He had invited her and all of his friends from WCW, including the Steiner brothers, who had just moved to WWF.
She and 2 Cold Scorpio became friends after Marcus, who was best friends with Scorpio, introduced them. [take a deep breath, folks.] Scorpio had a great sense of humor, a flair for dancing, and street smarts. He never beat around the bush and always had good advice. He was really down to earth and always knew what was going on at all times. He looked an awful lot like Martin Lawrence [he totally does]. Wherever Angel went, she made friends quickly. She didn’t know what she would do without her friends [uhm, in the case of all her BFFs from WWF, totally forget them], and tonight, at Sting’s party, she would have the opportunity to make new ones.
1) The phrase “deep pools of brown eyes” is really kind of gross. I just imagine a vat of eyeballs.
2) Sorry again about 2 Cold Scorpio. In my defense, that was the way his character was portrayed. So first blame the WCW marketing team, then blame me.
Well … now that we have some exciting background information, it’s time to meet a whole ‘nother bunch of new characters! Here is where stuff starts getting good (and by good, I of course mean just terrible) … we get to meet Dustin Rhodes, an effusive hugger, and Rick and Scott Steiner … one of whom is an irrepressible goofball and the other of whom is … oh shoot, you’ll find out soon. I ain’t spoiling one of the stupidest storylines I’ve ever written. BONUS: egregious crying. Yes. At a party. SUPER BONUS: detailed description of the outfit Angel wears to the party. Tune in next time for … Chapter 3: Sting’s Party.
Chapter 2: New Friends, New Enemies
In her first two weeks at WCW, she had made many friends, as well as a few enemies. Well, not exactly enemies, just people she didn’t quite hit it off with. Barry Windham was one of those people. She guessed that after he had seen her chatting and laughing with Dustin Rhodes, whom he hadn’t been happy with latterly, he branded her by association. She liked Dustin. He was very personable and had a great sense of humor. (he was pretty good looking too!) But she didn’t like him that way. Not really. She had her heart set on Marc Bagwell. Marc was all she had ever hoped for in a man. He was gorgeous, smart, funny, and above all, nice. To Angel, a guy could be the smartest, most handsome comedian on Earth, but if he wasn’t nice, then some other fickle girl could have him. From what she knew, Marcus Alexander Bagwell was nice, honest, compassionate, and drop-dead gorgeous. Okay, so maybe looks did matter a little. But how could any girl refuse those deep pools of brown eyes, that soft brown hair, that fabulous smile, or that terrific muscular body? And best of all, he seemed to like her too. Her other friends in WCW included Madusa Miceli, Bobby Eaton, Sting, and a friend just made recently [was he sculpted out of play-doh?], 2 Cold Scorpio.
She didn’t really get along with Paul Orndorf, Rick Rude, Paul E. Dangerously (all 3 of them were too obnoxious for her) and for some reason, Missy Hyatt just hated her. Angel didn’t really mind that. She thought Missy was an Airhead.
Madusa really became the first girl friend she’d had since she entered wrestling. She had always been surrounded by Men. Sherri had always had ill-tempered mood swings. She had always DESPISED Ms. Elizabeth [really???]. Angel couldn’t remember the last time she had just sat and had some girl talk. She liked Madusa. Angel thought that Madusa was intelligent, nice, and witty. A real breath of fresh air compared to the sometimes stuffy personalities she found in wrestlers [I distinctly remember being proud of that sentence. Wtf does that even mean?]
Bobby Eaton’s personality was so different from his friends. Rick was loud and obnoxious. Van Vader was just plain loud. Arn Anderson didn’t seem to trust her, and Paul was lewd and childish. [they sound like way more fun than any of the drips Angel hangs out with] Bobby, on the other hand, was very quiet and always nice to her. Basically, he was very agreeable, but awfully reserved. She liked him a lot. He was a good friend. His shoulder-length hair was dyed blond and he had dark blue eyes. His best friend Arn seemed to think that there was something between Angel and Bobby besides friendship, but she knew that he was happily married and really didn’t like him like that anyway.
Sting was wild and fun. He loved surfing, outdoor sports [as opposed to foosball?], and parties, in fact, he was throwing a party at his beach house this weekend. He had invited her and all of his friends from WCW, including the Steiner brothers, who had just moved to WWF.
She and 2 Cold Scorpio became friends after Marcus, who was best friends with Scorpio, introduced them. [take a deep breath, folks.] Scorpio had a great sense of humor, a flair for dancing, and street smarts. He never beat around the bush and always had good advice. He was really down to earth and always knew what was going on at all times. He looked an awful lot like Martin Lawrence [he totally does]. Wherever Angel went, she made friends quickly. She didn’t know what she would do without her friends [uhm, in the case of all her BFFs from WWF, totally forget them], and tonight, at Sting’s party, she would have the opportunity to make new ones.
1) The phrase “deep pools of brown eyes” is really kind of gross. I just imagine a vat of eyeballs.
2) Sorry again about 2 Cold Scorpio. In my defense, that was the way his character was portrayed. So first blame the WCW marketing team, then blame me.
Well … now that we have some exciting background information, it’s time to meet a whole ‘nother bunch of new characters! Here is where stuff starts getting good (and by good, I of course mean just terrible) … we get to meet Dustin Rhodes, an effusive hugger, and Rick and Scott Steiner … one of whom is an irrepressible goofball and the other of whom is … oh shoot, you’ll find out soon. I ain’t spoiling one of the stupidest storylines I’ve ever written. BONUS: egregious crying. Yes. At a party. SUPER BONUS: detailed description of the outfit Angel wears to the party. Tune in next time for … Chapter 3: Sting’s Party.
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