Well, I promised one today and you're getting one today. Hope this doesn't dampen anyone's holiday spirits. Take a deep breath for ...
Chapter 20: Abandoned
Teusday [why couldn’t I spell this word?] came and went. Chris was halfway around the world, and Angel was lonely. First Bobby, then Madusa, now Chris. And if things weren’t bad enough, her other friends, Sting, 2 Cold Scorpio, Ricky Steamboat, and even Dustin seemed to be avoiding her. She would greet Sting in the hall and receive no more than a nod. Her conversations with Ricky were brisk and abrupt, and Scorpio simply ignored her. [anyone here blame them? anyone?]
She did not want to mention any of this to Chris for fear of bringing him down. He was having a great time in Japan, and she wouldn’t want to spoil it for the world.
There was a pretty big card tonight. Sting versus Sid Vicious, Dustin Rhodes versus Rick Rude, and numerous others.
In Sting’s match, he sustained a broken finger. She gave him a splint and wrapped it painstakingly. He muttered a thanks and left quickly.
Through the rest of the night wrestlers who were supposedly her friends continued to avoid her and even give her nasty looks at times.
She was very upset by now. All of her friends were either gone or mad at her for some unknown reason. She couldn’t think of why any of them – much less all of them –could be angry at her. She needed someone to talk to – the only problem was that there was noone she could talk to.
The card ended, and Angel was still clueless as to why the world had it in for her. Figuring she still might have a friend in Dustin, she knocked on his dressing room door.
He opened his door and his expressioned [sic] darkened when he saw her.
“Angel, I’m busy, come back later, OK?”
“Please, Dustin, I need to talk to you.” Tears were close.
He made no reply, only looked away.
“Why is everyone doing this to me?” she cried. Tears slid down her cheeks and she turned away from him. “Why won’t anyone talk to me?” she proceeded to leave but Dustin grabbed her shoulder.
“You really don’t know, do you?”
She shook her head.
“Angel, Marcus told us why you two broke up.”
“What do you mean? You already know how we broke up.” She was confused.
Dustin paused to think.
“What did Marcus tell you?”
“He said that … Oh, Angel, I’m so sorry for believing him.”
“What did he say?” her voice was less kind now, Anger boiled insider of her. She didn’t think she’d ever felt more hate in her life for anyone than she did right now for Marcus [wow].
“Marcus told us that you had broken up with him because you were tired of him and wanted Chris.” [seriously? That was it? Seriously?!?]
“Angel had a feeling that Dustin was softening Marcus’ words.
“Please forgive me, Angel. I never should have believed that you would do something like that. [like what???] Angel, Angel. You Okay?”
“I’m just fine.” She said through clenched teeth. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. “I’m not angry with you, Dustin.” She said noticing Dustin’s look of worry. He eased at her words. “It’s that … that … poor excuse for a human being, Marcus.” [ouch!]
“Calm down, Angel.”
“Calm down!!?!! CALM DOWN! You expect me to calm down after the hell that jerk has put me through?” [Angel said the H word! She must be mad!]
“What’re you doing to do about Marcus?”
“Nothing.”
“What!?!”
“Once Marcus sees that all of my friends and I are together, he’ll know that his plan failed, and anyway, revenge is useless.”
Dustin shook his head. “You’re an incredible lady, Angelica Kerris.” [gak]
Angel smiled faintly. “Thanks, Dustin. But I’ve still got a problem.”
“What?”
“You’re my only friend left in this world.” [overdramatize much?]
“Don’t worry. I’ll fix that. I’ll broadcast your innocence over the radio if I have to.”
In a few hours, Dustin reclaimed all of Angel’s friends for her. She wanted to repay him in some way, but he insisted that she could just call it even for all of the times she had helped him.
NOTES:
1) Oh wow. Wow wow wow wowwity wow wow. WOW.
2) Sid Vicious! Before he was Sid Justice and Sycho Sid. Good times. I remember reading that in his WM 13 match against the Undertaker he crapped his pants. I googled it and found this website. Sooo awesome: http://sidcrapspants.ytmnd.com/
Coming up next …
We revisit Angel’s tortured past in …
Chapter 21: A Surprise
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Chapter 19: The Letter
Whee! The holidays are upon us. I'll be posting one today, one tomorrow, and then nothing for about a week. Got to go visit the family and whatnot. So today's may be short, but tomorrow's will make up for it ... because it's really, really stupid.
Excelsior!
Chapter 19: The Letter
It had been almost a month since Bobby and Madusa had left. Angel was sitting in her house, reading Nightmares and Dreamscapes, Stephen King's latest novel. The phone rang and she screamed.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sunshine! Why so out of breath?"
"Chris! I was just erading this story about living teeth, and the phone frightened me."
"A story about what?"
"Nevermind. What's up?"
"Guess what!"
"What?"
"I got a letter today from All Japan Wrestling. THey want me to go on a 3 week tour!"
"That's great!!! But what'll I do without you?"
"Don't worry, it's only 3 weeks. I'll call you every day."
"Oh Chris, I'm so happy for you!"
"I leave on Tuesday."
"Oh, go ahead and dampen my good spirits."
"I just did."
"Can you come over tonight?"
"Depends. Where are you?"
"Biloxi, Missouri, I think." [??? I thought she was home]
"Great! Me too! I'll come by after tonight's card."
"I'll be watiing"
"What hotel are you staying at?"
"Cascade Inn. [that sounds like a place on the side of the road where you can pay by the hour.] Chris, if you haven't the faintest idea where I am, then how in the world did you get my number?"
"Through the WCW Front Offices. THe seceratary is my cousin's friend."
"The weird one?"
"Yup. Well, get back to the terrible teeth. The dreaded dentures. The chaotic chompers, the ..."
"I get the point."
"Love you, Sunshine."
"I love you too, Chris."
---
NOTES:
1) So Angel’s reading Nightmares and Dreamscapes? What a coincidence! I was reading the same thing at the time! This makes it the fall of 1993. I am 13 at this point and had been reading King since I was 9. Yes, I started reading Stephen King when I was in fourth grade. My mother recommended them to me. I had a lot of trouble sleeping. But, on the plus side, it toughened me to the point where scary movies and books have very little effect on me these days. I can’t say the same for my husband, who actually hugged a ticket taker out of fear after watching 28 Weeks Later. Well then … back to Angel. What is she doing reading this? I really see her as more of a Nora Roberts fan. Unless Nora Roberts writes salacious stuff. I wouldn't know.
2) So this was a short chapter, but not a useless one ... I needed to get Chris off the scene for a little while, because I had no clue what to write about if it involved a happy couple (hence Marty's persistent flu), but it couldn't be anything too drastic.
3) Don't even try to understand why Angel is home but not, that they are in the same city but different hotels, that one is working but one is not, and that neither of them knows where the other is. It's not worth it.
COMING UP NEXT:
Contrivance, revenge, dumb crap, shouting in ALL CAPS, platonic hugs, tears, and garbage ... tune in tomorrow for ...
Chapter 20: Abandoned
Excelsior!
Chapter 19: The Letter
It had been almost a month since Bobby and Madusa had left. Angel was sitting in her house, reading Nightmares and Dreamscapes, Stephen King's latest novel. The phone rang and she screamed.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sunshine! Why so out of breath?"
"Chris! I was just erading this story about living teeth, and the phone frightened me."
"A story about what?"
"Nevermind. What's up?"
"Guess what!"
"What?"
"I got a letter today from All Japan Wrestling. THey want me to go on a 3 week tour!"
"That's great!!! But what'll I do without you?"
"Don't worry, it's only 3 weeks. I'll call you every day."
"Oh Chris, I'm so happy for you!"
"I leave on Tuesday."
"Oh, go ahead and dampen my good spirits."
"I just did."
"Can you come over tonight?"
"Depends. Where are you?"
"Biloxi, Missouri, I think." [??? I thought she was home]
"Great! Me too! I'll come by after tonight's card."
"I'll be watiing"
"What hotel are you staying at?"
"Cascade Inn. [that sounds like a place on the side of the road where you can pay by the hour.] Chris, if you haven't the faintest idea where I am, then how in the world did you get my number?"
"Through the WCW Front Offices. THe seceratary is my cousin's friend."
"The weird one?"
"Yup. Well, get back to the terrible teeth. The dreaded dentures. The chaotic chompers, the ..."
"I get the point."
"Love you, Sunshine."
"I love you too, Chris."
---
NOTES:
1) So Angel’s reading Nightmares and Dreamscapes? What a coincidence! I was reading the same thing at the time! This makes it the fall of 1993. I am 13 at this point and had been reading King since I was 9. Yes, I started reading Stephen King when I was in fourth grade. My mother recommended them to me. I had a lot of trouble sleeping. But, on the plus side, it toughened me to the point where scary movies and books have very little effect on me these days. I can’t say the same for my husband, who actually hugged a ticket taker out of fear after watching 28 Weeks Later. Well then … back to Angel. What is she doing reading this? I really see her as more of a Nora Roberts fan. Unless Nora Roberts writes salacious stuff. I wouldn't know.
2) So this was a short chapter, but not a useless one ... I needed to get Chris off the scene for a little while, because I had no clue what to write about if it involved a happy couple (hence Marty's persistent flu), but it couldn't be anything too drastic.
3) Don't even try to understand why Angel is home but not, that they are in the same city but different hotels, that one is working but one is not, and that neither of them knows where the other is. It's not worth it.
COMING UP NEXT:
Contrivance, revenge, dumb crap, shouting in ALL CAPS, platonic hugs, tears, and garbage ... tune in tomorrow for ...
Chapter 20: Abandoned
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Chapter 18: Monday's Card
Welcome back, fearless and iron-stomached readers. I've got some free time on my hands, therefore you've got ...
Chapter 18 – Monday’s Card
“Hey, Ang,” greeted Madusa, walking through Angelica’s door in a stunning blue sequined evening gown.
“Hey, Duce. What’s up? You look fabulous.”
“Thanks!” Madusa turned in a circle to show off her dress. “I bought it especially for tonight. Rick’s got a big match tonight.”
“Oh. What’s Paul E. up to now that Bobby’s gone?” (Bobby Eaton was a priemier member of the Dangerous Alliance).
“To be honest, the Alliance is falling apart. First Arn, now Bobby. He was good friend of yours, wasn’t he?”
“Yeah. I miss him.”
“I never really knew him that well. He never really liked me, so I never really liked him. He saw me as a glorified valet [as opposed to what you actually were, which was … uhm … a glorified valet]. I didn’t like that either, but most people I knew said that he was really nice.”
“He was.”
Madusa looked up at the clock, then exclaimed: “Oh! Ang, I’ve got to go! Talk to you later.” She gave her friend a hug, then ran out.
The card came to its final 2 matches. Marcus Alexander Bagwell and 2 Cold Scorpio would take on Chris Benoit and Stunning Steve Austin. 10 minutes before the match, Chris popped into Angel’s office.
“Hey, Sunshine.” Chris greeted, using the nickname he had recently given her [oh, barf].
“Hey Chris.” They kissed and clasped each other’s hands.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Nuttin’ honey.” She said with a smile [remember those commercials?] “Kicking butt tonight?”
“You bet. Me and Steve against Scorpio and Marcus.”
With the mention of Marcus, Angel frowned.
“Don’t worry, Ma’am.” Said Chris in a Southern Drawl. “After I take to ‘im, I’ll reckon he won’t be botherin’ you no more.” [I take back what I said about liking Chris a little]. He tipped an imaginary hat to her.
She laughed and kissed him goodbye, telling him to be careful.
--
The match was long and grueling. Any time Chris was hit, Angel cringed. He and Steve won the match, both unscathed. But Marcus’ story was different.
Chris loved Angel more than anyone else in the universe, so anyone who hurt her was better off dead. Angel noted that even the announcers, Tony Schiavone and Jesse Ventura, thought Chris was overly aggressive towards Marcus.
“Marc, Man, that ankle looks sprained. You’d better see the nurse,” said Scorpio, helping Marc to his feet.
“No way,” said Marcus through clenched teeth. With the help of 2 Cold, he stood. His ankle throbbed and he nearly fell again.
“What?”
“I said, No Way! Angel’s on duty.”
“Marcus, just ‘cuz of what happened …”
“No way. I’m fine.” He hobbled back to his dressing room.
“Fine man, your body. What’s up with that guy Chris? Man, he’s got somethin’ against you.”
Marcus grimaced in pain. “Angel’s new boyfriend.” He spat out the words in disgust.
“Can’t you let go of her, man? It was your fault you guys broke up anyway.” [seriously]
“I know that. But I begged her forgiveness. I told her that I loved her. And what did she do? She threw me out!”
Scorpio sighed and shook his head. Sometimes his best friend disgusted him. [take a number]
--
Angel watched in horror and disbelief as yet another one of her best friends departed the federation. Paul E. Dangerously fired Madusa. First, he insulted her, and the entire female race, then he fired her, then she planted a savate kick to the back of his skull.
NOTES:
1) Re: Madusa and Paul E. - Yes, this was an actual storyline, down to the savate kick. I ate it up. I even wrote her some fan mail telling her that she was my hero. I never heard back from her … perhaps that is why I decided she needed to exit, stage fired. Ta-ta, Angel’s one and only female friend. I’m sorry you never got your share of tears and hugs. Also, Paul E. Dangerously lived in Edgemont, NY, which wasn’t far from where I grew up. I looked him up in the phone book and occasionally left messages on his answering machine. Not a lot of messages … I didn’t want to be a nuisance. Just one a month or so. I don’t really remember what I said in them … I’m sure they were immensely witty, though.
2) Marcus. Dude. Get over it. You are better off without her.
Ok, so you’re probably wondering where all of this Marcus crap is headed. It’ll take 2 chapters for us to get there, but get there we will. Imagine the stupidest, least dramatic revenge you can think of. Now make it stupider and less dramatic. Now you’ve got an inkling. But first ….
I need a way to get Chris out of the picture temporarily. How does this happen? Find out in … chapter 19 – The Letter.
Chapter 18 – Monday’s Card
“Hey, Ang,” greeted Madusa, walking through Angelica’s door in a stunning blue sequined evening gown.
“Hey, Duce. What’s up? You look fabulous.”
“Thanks!” Madusa turned in a circle to show off her dress. “I bought it especially for tonight. Rick’s got a big match tonight.”
“Oh. What’s Paul E. up to now that Bobby’s gone?” (Bobby Eaton was a priemier member of the Dangerous Alliance).
“To be honest, the Alliance is falling apart. First Arn, now Bobby. He was good friend of yours, wasn’t he?”
“Yeah. I miss him.”
“I never really knew him that well. He never really liked me, so I never really liked him. He saw me as a glorified valet [as opposed to what you actually were, which was … uhm … a glorified valet]. I didn’t like that either, but most people I knew said that he was really nice.”
“He was.”
Madusa looked up at the clock, then exclaimed: “Oh! Ang, I’ve got to go! Talk to you later.” She gave her friend a hug, then ran out.
The card came to its final 2 matches. Marcus Alexander Bagwell and 2 Cold Scorpio would take on Chris Benoit and Stunning Steve Austin. 10 minutes before the match, Chris popped into Angel’s office.
“Hey, Sunshine.” Chris greeted, using the nickname he had recently given her [oh, barf].
“Hey Chris.” They kissed and clasped each other’s hands.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Nuttin’ honey.” She said with a smile [remember those commercials?] “Kicking butt tonight?”
“You bet. Me and Steve against Scorpio and Marcus.”
With the mention of Marcus, Angel frowned.
“Don’t worry, Ma’am.” Said Chris in a Southern Drawl. “After I take to ‘im, I’ll reckon he won’t be botherin’ you no more.” [I take back what I said about liking Chris a little]. He tipped an imaginary hat to her.
She laughed and kissed him goodbye, telling him to be careful.
--
The match was long and grueling. Any time Chris was hit, Angel cringed. He and Steve won the match, both unscathed. But Marcus’ story was different.
Chris loved Angel more than anyone else in the universe, so anyone who hurt her was better off dead. Angel noted that even the announcers, Tony Schiavone and Jesse Ventura, thought Chris was overly aggressive towards Marcus.
“Marc, Man, that ankle looks sprained. You’d better see the nurse,” said Scorpio, helping Marc to his feet.
“No way,” said Marcus through clenched teeth. With the help of 2 Cold, he stood. His ankle throbbed and he nearly fell again.
“What?”
“I said, No Way! Angel’s on duty.”
“Marcus, just ‘cuz of what happened …”
“No way. I’m fine.” He hobbled back to his dressing room.
“Fine man, your body. What’s up with that guy Chris? Man, he’s got somethin’ against you.”
Marcus grimaced in pain. “Angel’s new boyfriend.” He spat out the words in disgust.
“Can’t you let go of her, man? It was your fault you guys broke up anyway.” [seriously]
“I know that. But I begged her forgiveness. I told her that I loved her. And what did she do? She threw me out!”
Scorpio sighed and shook his head. Sometimes his best friend disgusted him. [take a number]
--
Angel watched in horror and disbelief as yet another one of her best friends departed the federation. Paul E. Dangerously fired Madusa. First, he insulted her, and the entire female race, then he fired her, then she planted a savate kick to the back of his skull.
NOTES:
1) Re: Madusa and Paul E. - Yes, this was an actual storyline, down to the savate kick. I ate it up. I even wrote her some fan mail telling her that she was my hero. I never heard back from her … perhaps that is why I decided she needed to exit, stage fired. Ta-ta, Angel’s one and only female friend. I’m sorry you never got your share of tears and hugs. Also, Paul E. Dangerously lived in Edgemont, NY, which wasn’t far from where I grew up. I looked him up in the phone book and occasionally left messages on his answering machine. Not a lot of messages … I didn’t want to be a nuisance. Just one a month or so. I don’t really remember what I said in them … I’m sure they were immensely witty, though.
2) Marcus. Dude. Get over it. You are better off without her.
Ok, so you’re probably wondering where all of this Marcus crap is headed. It’ll take 2 chapters for us to get there, but get there we will. Imagine the stupidest, least dramatic revenge you can think of. Now make it stupider and less dramatic. Now you’ve got an inkling. But first ….
I need a way to get Chris out of the picture temporarily. How does this happen? Find out in … chapter 19 – The Letter.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Chapter 17: A Departure
Yesterday's chapter was so lame that I feel like I owe y'all one today. That and I have a sinus infection and don't feel like doing work.
As a result, today you get to enjoy the return of effusive tears and overzealous hugging in ...
Chapter 17: A Departure
"She loves me, Bobby. She said so last night. I've never been this happy before. It's the most incredible feeling in the world," said Chris jubilantly. [seriously, how many guys say things like this to other guys?]
"That's great." Bobby was sincere, but his voice was distracted.
"Soemthin' up, Bob?" asked Chris, using a favorite expression. [?]
"Hmm? Oh, no. Sorry. It really is great."
"Everything allright?"
"Yeah. No. Listen, Chris. Do you know Jimmy Cornette?"
"From Smoky Mountain Wrestling?"
"Yeah. We've been friends for as long as I can remember. Well, he, uh ... he asked me to rejoin my old partner Stan Lane and be a member of his Heavenly Bodies."
"Wow. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. You and I have come so far. We can go for the titles. But a chance to get back with Stan and Jim. Well, it's up to you Chris."
"Bobby, this is your decision, your career, your life! Why ask me, eh?" [look, he's Canadian!]
"You're my partner. This is your career too."
"Well. What do you want to do?"
"Would you mind at all if I went with Jimmy? Because if you do then ..."
"Then by all means, go with Jimmy."
"Really?"
"Sure."
"This means a lot to me, Chris. Thank you."
They shook hands and hugged warmly.
---
About 2 weeks later, the papers were signed. In another week, Bobby would be a Smoky Mountain wrestler. There was only one problem. He had put off telling Angelica, probably his best friend, that he was leaving. [how was this not his first priority?!]. He would miss her more than anyone else. How could he break it to her?
Bobby knocked on the door of Angelica's infirmary. She opened her door. [I've mastered this segue] He couldn't bear to look at the bright smile she almost always wore.
"Why so glum, Bobby?" asked Angel, expression darkening.
"No reason."
"I know you better than that. Now if you dont' want to talk, just say so, but don't say nothing is wrong."
"I think you know me better than I do."
"I wouldn't go that far. So what's up?"
"Angelica ... I ... uh ... I don't know how to put this. I'm moving to Smoky Mountain Wrestling on Tuesday."
"You're leaving? In 2 days?"
"Yeah."
"Bobby! You're my best friend! How could you just leave?"
"Hey, Angelica, this is my career."
"You don't have to get defensive [uhm, you don't have to shout, either]. This is such short notice. Didn't they tell you before that you were being moved?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I ... I couldn't?"
"Why not?"
"I didn't want to hurt you."
"It hurts now."
"It hurts me too."
Angel turned away from him, her lip quivering, tears brimming in her eyes.
"I dont konw what to say, Angelica, I made a mistake. I should've told you before. It was just that ... I was afraid I'd hurt you, and I'm hurting you even more now. Oh Angelica ... I can't ..."
Bobby turned his back to Angelica's. He felt the tears sting. A little sob escaped.
"Oh, Bobby, don't," said Angel softly. She went over to him and wrapped her arms around him.
"I never meant to hurt you," he whispered.
"I know. It's just such a shock." They embraced for a long time, silent tears falling from both of ther eyes. [hurl. also, this wording makes it sound like they both each possess one eye.]
"I love you, Bobby."
"I love you too, Angelica," Bobby whispered.
For the next two days, Angel and Bobby were inseperable. When it was time for Bobby to leave, they promised to keep in touch. In teh days following, Chris and Angel comforted each other. They had both lost a good friend. [WTF? he's not effing dead!]
NOTES:
1) Smoky Mountain Wrestling! Before it was just a developmental league for WWF, SMW was a small indie federation based in Tennessee. I liked Jim Cornette and his tennis racquet quite a bit. Wikipedia suggests that I've got my chronology wrong re: Chris and Bobby's tag team career and Bobby's jump to SMW, but I'll just chalk that one up to artistic license.
2) Why is moving such a monumental tragedy to these people? Staying in touch is not impossible. Although, judging by the fact that Angel never mentions--let alone calls, writes, or telegrams--her old BFF Mr. Perfect suggests that moving to a new federation is indeed akin to death.
3) How did Angel not get any inkling about Bobby leaving in 2 weeks? Didn't Chris mention something in one of their all-night talking/oldies-listening/not making out sessions? I think these two have a serious communication issue.
Well then ...
I'll bet you're wondering what would happen if Chris faced Marcus in a match. What's that? You're sure it's going to be dramatic, intense, and action-packed? Uhh ... keep wondering ... and tune in next time for ...
Chapter 18 - Monday's Card
As a result, today you get to enjoy the return of effusive tears and overzealous hugging in ...
Chapter 17: A Departure
"She loves me, Bobby. She said so last night. I've never been this happy before. It's the most incredible feeling in the world," said Chris jubilantly. [seriously, how many guys say things like this to other guys?]
"That's great." Bobby was sincere, but his voice was distracted.
"Soemthin' up, Bob?" asked Chris, using a favorite expression. [?]
"Hmm? Oh, no. Sorry. It really is great."
"Everything allright?"
"Yeah. No. Listen, Chris. Do you know Jimmy Cornette?"
"From Smoky Mountain Wrestling?"
"Yeah. We've been friends for as long as I can remember. Well, he, uh ... he asked me to rejoin my old partner Stan Lane and be a member of his Heavenly Bodies."
"Wow. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. You and I have come so far. We can go for the titles. But a chance to get back with Stan and Jim. Well, it's up to you Chris."
"Bobby, this is your decision, your career, your life! Why ask me, eh?" [look, he's Canadian!]
"You're my partner. This is your career too."
"Well. What do you want to do?"
"Would you mind at all if I went with Jimmy? Because if you do then ..."
"Then by all means, go with Jimmy."
"Really?"
"Sure."
"This means a lot to me, Chris. Thank you."
They shook hands and hugged warmly.
---
About 2 weeks later, the papers were signed. In another week, Bobby would be a Smoky Mountain wrestler. There was only one problem. He had put off telling Angelica, probably his best friend, that he was leaving. [how was this not his first priority?!]. He would miss her more than anyone else. How could he break it to her?
Bobby knocked on the door of Angelica's infirmary. She opened her door. [I've mastered this segue] He couldn't bear to look at the bright smile she almost always wore.
"Why so glum, Bobby?" asked Angel, expression darkening.
"No reason."
"I know you better than that. Now if you dont' want to talk, just say so, but don't say nothing is wrong."
"I think you know me better than I do."
"I wouldn't go that far. So what's up?"
"Angelica ... I ... uh ... I don't know how to put this. I'm moving to Smoky Mountain Wrestling on Tuesday."
"You're leaving? In 2 days?"
"Yeah."
"Bobby! You're my best friend! How could you just leave?"
"Hey, Angelica, this is my career."
"You don't have to get defensive [uhm, you don't have to shout, either]. This is such short notice. Didn't they tell you before that you were being moved?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I ... I couldn't?"
"Why not?"
"I didn't want to hurt you."
"It hurts now."
"It hurts me too."
Angel turned away from him, her lip quivering, tears brimming in her eyes.
"I dont konw what to say, Angelica, I made a mistake. I should've told you before. It was just that ... I was afraid I'd hurt you, and I'm hurting you even more now. Oh Angelica ... I can't ..."
Bobby turned his back to Angelica's. He felt the tears sting. A little sob escaped.
"Oh, Bobby, don't," said Angel softly. She went over to him and wrapped her arms around him.
"I never meant to hurt you," he whispered.
"I know. It's just such a shock." They embraced for a long time, silent tears falling from both of ther eyes. [hurl. also, this wording makes it sound like they both each possess one eye.]
"I love you, Bobby."
"I love you too, Angelica," Bobby whispered.
For the next two days, Angel and Bobby were inseperable. When it was time for Bobby to leave, they promised to keep in touch. In teh days following, Chris and Angel comforted each other. They had both lost a good friend. [WTF? he's not effing dead!]
NOTES:
1) Smoky Mountain Wrestling! Before it was just a developmental league for WWF, SMW was a small indie federation based in Tennessee. I liked Jim Cornette and his tennis racquet quite a bit. Wikipedia suggests that I've got my chronology wrong re: Chris and Bobby's tag team career and Bobby's jump to SMW, but I'll just chalk that one up to artistic license.
2) Why is moving such a monumental tragedy to these people? Staying in touch is not impossible. Although, judging by the fact that Angel never mentions--let alone calls, writes, or telegrams--her old BFF Mr. Perfect suggests that moving to a new federation is indeed akin to death.
3) How did Angel not get any inkling about Bobby leaving in 2 weeks? Didn't Chris mention something in one of their all-night talking/oldies-listening/not making out sessions? I think these two have a serious communication issue.
Well then ...
I'll bet you're wondering what would happen if Chris faced Marcus in a match. What's that? You're sure it's going to be dramatic, intense, and action-packed? Uhh ... keep wondering ... and tune in next time for ...
Chapter 18 - Monday's Card
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Chapter 16: Deeper in Love
When we last left our witless troupe of characters, Angel and Chris had just gone on THE BEST DATE EVER, but had somehow resisted any sorts of egregious declarations. Will that trend continue? You can cheat by looking at the tags or you can read for yourselves in ...
Chapter 16: Deeper in Love
Over the next few weeks, Angel and Chris' relationship grew stronger.
They spent one night walking on the moonlit shore of Lake Sinclair in Georgia, one night at a festival in Louisiana, and many more magic nights just talking.
Tongiht, Angel would be bringing her doo-wop records over to Chris' house [oh, this is bad]. Chris was a hard-core Frankie Vallie fan, [oh, this is BAD] but he was willing to listen to what Angel liked.
He was terribly in love with her. She was on his mind every minute of the day. He had never felt this way about anyone else before. He was very happy that she had all but forgotten about his sneeze-a-thon.
---
Angel rang Chris' doorbell. He answered it and she greeted him with a kiss.
"Tonight, you're going to meet the Mello-Kings, soar with the Skyliners, float with the Flamingoes, you'll hear some songs from the Sheilds, we'll dance to the Diamonds, you'll learn to love Little Anthony, youll find delight in the Dubs, and, of course, I have to Play the Passions." [oh, that was awful.]
"You should've been a DeeJay, Angel."
She threw her head back and laughed. "I'm very glad I didn't become one."
"Why?"
"I would've never met the great friends I met as a nurse, but most importantly," she said coyly, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I woudl haev never met you." She punctuated her sentence with a long, passionate kiss." [Oh wow. I feel queasy.]
"Believe me, Angel. I'm just as glad as you. You're an incredible woman. I am the luckiest guy in the whole world."
"And I am the luckiest woman. You mean more to men than just about anyone else on Earth, Chris."
Angel did not add the 3 little words that Chris wanted to hear more than anything else. In truth, Angel was afraid. In a deep, dark part of her soul, she feared that she could not trust Chris with her love, as she had done before with Marcus and Marty. What if he hurt her? How could her heart take it? She had to wait until the right time. She only hoped that there would be a right time.
---
They spent teh whole night listening to the doo-wop melodies. Chris had to admit taht some were catchy. He especially liked At My Front Door by the El Dorados and I Wonder Why by Dion and the Belmonts. [my sincere apologies to all living members of both groups. Dead ones too].
Angel had saved her favorite slow songs for last. Tonite, Tonite, Just to be With You, Tears on my Pillow, I Don't Have You, The Closer You Are, Long Lonely Nights, Teardrops, Lovers Never Say Goodbye, I Believe, and My Desire [you can see a lot of erase marks in this paragraph. I was apparantly really devoted to selecting the right songs].
By the time the Mello-Kings started singing Tonite, Tonite, Chris and Angel were exhausted from dancing and they crashed on the couch. She snuggled up close to him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Chris knew the words to Tears on My Pillow and sang along softly, in perfect harmony.
"Your voice is beautiful, Chris."
"So are you." [GOSH. We get the point already!]
She pressed even closer to him, feeling his warmth [...!]. She closed her eyes and let the music and magic of the night flow through her body.
The Closer You Are began to play, and every bad feeling she had left in her dissolved.
"I love you, Chris," she whispered.
"I love you too, Angelica."
NOTES
1) Hooooo boy. Check your blood sugar, folks.
2) What's that you say? Fuzzy, why weren't you one of the cool kids in middle school? Gee, I have no idea.
Now I know what you're thinking. Where's the drama? The tears? The egregious declarations of platonic love? Well ... if you're missing all that, then you won't want to miss ...
Chapter 17 - A Departure - In which one of our beloved characters makes A Departure. Suckitude guaranteed!
Chapter 16: Deeper in Love
Over the next few weeks, Angel and Chris' relationship grew stronger.
They spent one night walking on the moonlit shore of Lake Sinclair in Georgia, one night at a festival in Louisiana, and many more magic nights just talking.
Tongiht, Angel would be bringing her doo-wop records over to Chris' house [oh, this is bad]. Chris was a hard-core Frankie Vallie fan, [oh, this is BAD] but he was willing to listen to what Angel liked.
He was terribly in love with her. She was on his mind every minute of the day. He had never felt this way about anyone else before. He was very happy that she had all but forgotten about his sneeze-a-thon.
---
Angel rang Chris' doorbell. He answered it and she greeted him with a kiss.
"Tonight, you're going to meet the Mello-Kings, soar with the Skyliners, float with the Flamingoes, you'll hear some songs from the Sheilds, we'll dance to the Diamonds, you'll learn to love Little Anthony, youll find delight in the Dubs, and, of course, I have to Play the Passions." [oh, that was awful.]
"You should've been a DeeJay, Angel."
She threw her head back and laughed. "I'm very glad I didn't become one."
"Why?"
"I would've never met the great friends I met as a nurse, but most importantly," she said coyly, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I woudl haev never met you." She punctuated her sentence with a long, passionate kiss." [Oh wow. I feel queasy.]
"Believe me, Angel. I'm just as glad as you. You're an incredible woman. I am the luckiest guy in the whole world."
"And I am the luckiest woman. You mean more to men than just about anyone else on Earth, Chris."
Angel did not add the 3 little words that Chris wanted to hear more than anything else. In truth, Angel was afraid. In a deep, dark part of her soul, she feared that she could not trust Chris with her love, as she had done before with Marcus and Marty. What if he hurt her? How could her heart take it? She had to wait until the right time. She only hoped that there would be a right time.
---
They spent teh whole night listening to the doo-wop melodies. Chris had to admit taht some were catchy. He especially liked At My Front Door by the El Dorados and I Wonder Why by Dion and the Belmonts. [my sincere apologies to all living members of both groups. Dead ones too].
Angel had saved her favorite slow songs for last. Tonite, Tonite, Just to be With You, Tears on my Pillow, I Don't Have You, The Closer You Are, Long Lonely Nights, Teardrops, Lovers Never Say Goodbye, I Believe, and My Desire [you can see a lot of erase marks in this paragraph. I was apparantly really devoted to selecting the right songs].
By the time the Mello-Kings started singing Tonite, Tonite, Chris and Angel were exhausted from dancing and they crashed on the couch. She snuggled up close to him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Chris knew the words to Tears on My Pillow and sang along softly, in perfect harmony.
"Your voice is beautiful, Chris."
"So are you." [GOSH. We get the point already!]
She pressed even closer to him, feeling his warmth [...!]. She closed her eyes and let the music and magic of the night flow through her body.
The Closer You Are began to play, and every bad feeling she had left in her dissolved.
"I love you, Chris," she whispered.
"I love you too, Angelica."
NOTES
1) Hooooo boy. Check your blood sugar, folks.
2) What's that you say? Fuzzy, why weren't you one of the cool kids in middle school? Gee, I have no idea.
Now I know what you're thinking. Where's the drama? The tears? The egregious declarations of platonic love? Well ... if you're missing all that, then you won't want to miss ...
Chapter 17 - A Departure - In which one of our beloved characters makes A Departure. Suckitude guaranteed!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
update tomorrow!
Hi all,
Sorry sorry sorry. Stupid job again. Check back tomorrow for a real update!
-FO
Sorry sorry sorry. Stupid job again. Check back tomorrow for a real update!
-FO
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Chapter 15: Letting Go
Sorry for the long break there ... coming down off of turkey and fretting about my lack of job offers and whatnot. Anyone know anyone looking to hire people who will transcribe horrible fan fiction from the early '90's? No?
Anyhoo ... we've got another crapfest on tap here. This chapter is chock-full of bizarre sanctimoniousness, insipid advice and non-confrontational confrontations. Sound enticing?
Chapter 15: Letting Go
"Hey Bob," said Chris as he entered the St. Paul Palace dressing room.
"Hey. How was your date."
"Well, it started out horrible. First I got us lost, and we had to go back to her place and order pizza, but the Pizza Parlor was closed, so she had to make sandwiches. Then, as if things weren't bad enough, I had a major allergy attack."
"From what?"
"Her cat."
"That's rough."
"You said it. Things brightened up after that, though. We stayed up and talked for about five hours [do all of my characters carry stopwatches around with them?]. Then we kissed an incredible kiss and I went home."
"That's good."
"I hope she thought so too."
-------- [woah. that was thrilling]
Angel was enjoying her day off. Being the head nurse was grueling, but rewarding.
She couldn't get Chris off of her mind. Their conversation had been terrific, but that kiss, that kiss had put him over the top.
The phone rang. She answered it. The voice on the other end was frantic and depressed [can it be both?], but unmistakible.
"Scotty? What's the matter?"
"Ang, Marie and I are back together."
"That's great! So what's wrong?"
"Last night, we went all the way." [wow. wow.]
"Really? How is Rick taking it?" [seriuosly? 1) why are you assuming he knows and 2) why are you assuming that it's any of his effing business and 3) is that seriously your first reaction? woah.]
"Oh Ang. He won't talk to me. He has no respect for me anymore. I know this might be putting you out of your way, but please, will you come talk to him?" [WTF?]
"Of course. Where are you?"
"Minneapolis. The Degado hotel. Room 614."
"I'll be there."
"Thank you. I'll never forget this, Ang."
----
Angel knocked on room 614's door. Rick Steiner opened it.
"Angie!?! What are you doing here?"
"Rick, can we talk?"
"Sure. Sit down."
They sat. "Rick, Scotty told me ..."
"Sorry, Angie, I dont' want to talk about Scott. So if Scott sent you here to do that, please leave."
"Rick, your brother loves you more than anyone in the universe."
"Sure." he said sarcastically.
"Do you know how upset he is?"
"Does he know how upset I am?"
"Yes. Rick, your respect means the world to Scott."
"Well he sure isn't earning it."
"Scott is a grown man. He can decide what he wants to do with his life." [AMEN]
"Then why didn't he come to me himself to talk?"
"Would you have listened to him?"
Rick was silent. Angel clasped his hand.
"Rick, you've got to let go of Scott. He knows what he's doing. He loves you."
Rick looked down. "It's hard to let go, Angie."
"I know."
"Where is Scotty? I want to talk to him."
"In his room." [screw carpooling, Amy - they're not even sharing hotel rooms!]
"Thank you, Angie."
Rick got up and left the room. Angel followed, but did not go into Scott's room. She told Rick to say goodbye to Scott for her, and left.
Scott was praying that Angelica got through to his brother. His prayers were answered. Rick came in and apologized and they had a long brotherly hug. His problems were over -- for now.
NOTES:
1) Wow. Y'all ... I'm sorry. That was intensely bad.
2) I can't think of a single character who doesn't need a good punch in the solar plexus. Preferably with a fist full of quarters. Isn't that what Scotty Flamingo (later Johnny Polo, later Raven) used as a weapon? I wish my last name were Flamingo.
COMING UP NEXT ...
Some super syrupy love garbage. Yes, there is mention of a moonlit beach. And oldies. And something egregious. Return if you dare for ...
Chapter 16: Deeper In Love
Anyhoo ... we've got another crapfest on tap here. This chapter is chock-full of bizarre sanctimoniousness, insipid advice and non-confrontational confrontations. Sound enticing?
Chapter 15: Letting Go
"Hey Bob," said Chris as he entered the St. Paul Palace dressing room.
"Hey. How was your date."
"Well, it started out horrible. First I got us lost, and we had to go back to her place and order pizza, but the Pizza Parlor was closed, so she had to make sandwiches. Then, as if things weren't bad enough, I had a major allergy attack."
"From what?"
"Her cat."
"That's rough."
"You said it. Things brightened up after that, though. We stayed up and talked for about five hours [do all of my characters carry stopwatches around with them?]. Then we kissed an incredible kiss and I went home."
"That's good."
"I hope she thought so too."
-------- [woah. that was thrilling]
Angel was enjoying her day off. Being the head nurse was grueling, but rewarding.
She couldn't get Chris off of her mind. Their conversation had been terrific, but that kiss, that kiss had put him over the top.
The phone rang. She answered it. The voice on the other end was frantic and depressed [can it be both?], but unmistakible.
"Scotty? What's the matter?"
"Ang, Marie and I are back together."
"That's great! So what's wrong?"
"Last night, we went all the way." [wow. wow.]
"Really? How is Rick taking it?" [seriuosly? 1) why are you assuming he knows and 2) why are you assuming that it's any of his effing business and 3) is that seriously your first reaction? woah.]
"Oh Ang. He won't talk to me. He has no respect for me anymore. I know this might be putting you out of your way, but please, will you come talk to him?" [WTF?]
"Of course. Where are you?"
"Minneapolis. The Degado hotel. Room 614."
"I'll be there."
"Thank you. I'll never forget this, Ang."
----
Angel knocked on room 614's door. Rick Steiner opened it.
"Angie!?! What are you doing here?"
"Rick, can we talk?"
"Sure. Sit down."
They sat. "Rick, Scotty told me ..."
"Sorry, Angie, I dont' want to talk about Scott. So if Scott sent you here to do that, please leave."
"Rick, your brother loves you more than anyone in the universe."
"Sure." he said sarcastically.
"Do you know how upset he is?"
"Does he know how upset I am?"
"Yes. Rick, your respect means the world to Scott."
"Well he sure isn't earning it."
"Scott is a grown man. He can decide what he wants to do with his life." [AMEN]
"Then why didn't he come to me himself to talk?"
"Would you have listened to him?"
Rick was silent. Angel clasped his hand.
"Rick, you've got to let go of Scott. He knows what he's doing. He loves you."
Rick looked down. "It's hard to let go, Angie."
"I know."
"Where is Scotty? I want to talk to him."
"In his room." [screw carpooling, Amy - they're not even sharing hotel rooms!]
"Thank you, Angie."
Rick got up and left the room. Angel followed, but did not go into Scott's room. She told Rick to say goodbye to Scott for her, and left.
Scott was praying that Angelica got through to his brother. His prayers were answered. Rick came in and apologized and they had a long brotherly hug. His problems were over -- for now.
NOTES:
1) Wow. Y'all ... I'm sorry. That was intensely bad.
2) I can't think of a single character who doesn't need a good punch in the solar plexus. Preferably with a fist full of quarters. Isn't that what Scotty Flamingo (later Johnny Polo, later Raven) used as a weapon? I wish my last name were Flamingo.
COMING UP NEXT ...
Some super syrupy love garbage. Yes, there is mention of a moonlit beach. And oldies. And something egregious. Return if you dare for ...
Chapter 16: Deeper In Love
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