Well then ... if you're looking for some sort of follow-up to all of those life-altering secrets Angel revealed in the last chapter ... uhh ... sorry in advance for the disappointment. But if you're looking for the return of one of this story's least dynamic characters, then my friend, you will be richly rewarded. Buckle up tight for ...
Chapter 26: Back Home
After a night of terrifying nightmares, gruesome oens, replaying the death of her parents over and over again, Angel decided to head back home. [see? there was continuity.]
She flew straight to Atlanta [WTF? did she move AGAIN?], where the house show would be taking place. [house show = non-televised matches]
After straigtening up her office, she settled into a leather chair. [she has a leather chair in her office? what office? ... the infirmary? it has leather chairs?]
The cushion engulfed her. Giggling, she opened Homes and Other Black Holes by Dave Barry. There was a knock at her door. After a struggle to get out of the chair, she answered the knock.
"Bobby!" she exclaimed, gleefully hugging her visitor.
"Hey, Angelica." Bobby Eaton replied in the whisper-soft voice Angel had missed so much. [gak]
"What are you doing here?"
"Just visiting some old friends."
"How's Smoky Mountain?"
"Not bad." [compelling dialogue here]
"I'm glad. Chris'll be around later."
"How are you two?"
"Wonderful! He just came back from Japan."
"Can't wait to hear about it." [that makes all of us, Bob. Angel spent two entire chapters yammering about her tragic past] He set down his duffel bag.
"Marcus and I made up."
"What?"
"Well, I was sick of him being nasty to me, so I made up with him." [praise me for being selfless, Bobby!]
"You're amazing."
"Thank you." She laughed, flattered by his compliment.
"Arn called."
"He did?"
Bobby nodded.
"What did he say?"
"He just kind of wanted to put me down a little, rub some stuff in."
"I'm sorry," Angel touched his arm lightly.
"Thanks. I don't really mind." But it was obvious that he had. "Hey, Angelica, I've gotta go. Be back later." he gave her a kiss on the cheek and hugged her again.
"I knew I'd find you here, Eaton."
Angel and Bobby jumped.
"Arn!" Angel gasped. [Yay! Arn!]
"That's right. Live and in technicolor."
"Get out of my office!"
"Shut up, Blondie." Arn grabbed a handful of Angel's silky blonde hair.
"Ouch!" she shreiked as he pulled harder.
"Get your hands off of her," Bobby said quietly, but with force.
"Isn't that what Linda should be saying to you?" [SNAP!] Arn shouted, tugging at Angel's locks harder.
Bobby's usually even temper exploded. With as much force as he could muster, he landed a punch to Arn Anderson's jaw. Arn released Angel's hair and fell to the floor.
Her nurse's insticts kicking in, she took Arn's pulse. [did she think Bobby stopped Arn's heart with a punch to the jaw?]
"Is he okay?" asked Bobby.
"Yes."
Arn stood, holding his jaw. "You'll pay for this, Eaton." he muttered, staggering out.
"I can't believe I did that." Bobby marveled.
"I appreciate it."
"Did he hurt you?"
"No, thanks to you."
"I've never hit him outside of the ring before." he looked at his still clenched fist in wonder. "It felt wrong."
"It was right," she assured.
"I suppose. I've gotta go. You sure you're allright now?"
"I'm fine. Are you?"
"Yeah."
"See you later. Bobby ...?"
"Linda .... is she ...?"
"My wife." He finished.
"Oh."
Bobby picked up his duffel bag and left, closing the door behind him.
NOTES:
1) I heart Arn. You know, you'd think that my deep-seated hatred of faces ("good guys") like Hulk Hogan and Bret Hart would have translated into my fanfic. But no. I do have a few "heels" as main characters, but they all act like doofuses. And Angel is the most sickeningly facey face on the planet. And while I loathe her now, I simply adored her when I wrote this.
2) Yes, I read a lot of Dave Barry. I was pretty convinced that he was the height of wit. I still think his Book of Bad Songs is absolutely hilarious. But that's mostly because of my love for oldies.
3) Folks, I can tell by the handwriting that I'm getting older here. I'm going to guess that I'm at the tail end of 14 at this point. So I'm sorry if plots and dialogue get less stupid from here on out ... but ... uhm, you don't really have to worry too much about that. It's still stupid. We might not come across another "love means hates nothing about," but I've read ahead a bit, and I assure you that things are still rather unabashedly bad for quite a while.
Moving right along ...
In the next chapter, which is so long that I have to split it up some, Chris is ready to drop a bomb on Angel. No, alas, not literally. I'll let you take a guess from the title. His reaction to her reaction? Priceless. Join us next time for ...
Chapter 27 - A New Proposal (part 1)
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Chapter 25: The Truth
I knew y'all would be back after that intriguing cliffhanger. The snow is falling (where I live, at least) and there's an inauguration brewing ... what better way to celebrate both than with ...
Chapter 25: The Truth
A dam broke somewhere inside Angel [is it time to have the Detrol discussion?]. All of the tears she had been holding back rushed forward.
Chris pulled Angel to his chest and let her sob.
“Shh. Calm down. It’ll be okay, Angelica.”
“I’ve kept this in for so long, Chris.” [What? What? Oh, this is going to be good! There’s no way we’ll be disappointed by whatever this shocking revelation is!]
“You remember our first date when I told you about Marty?”
All of the feelings that had first filled her when she read the article telling of Marty’s move to the USWF entered her again. She had kept them down in a dark part of her mind for so long. The truth about Marty, the truth about Nightshade, known by no one but Marie and herself, would be told.
“Of course I remember it.” Chris said.
“I left out something. At the time, it seemed unimportant because you didn’t know who Marie was. But now that you do …”
“Only tell me if you want to, Angelica.” [I mean, this HAS to be serious. He’s calling her by her full name!]
“I need to, Chris.”
“Then go ahead.”
She sat up straight and wiped her eyes. This was going to be hard enough, crying wouldn’t help. Looking at her feet, she began. [Wow. What could it be? Did Marie tie her up and force her to watch as she and Marty took turns trashing all of Angel’s doo-wop 45’s? Did Marie and Marty collude to somehow exploit a secret, but debilitating, allergy Angel has? What? What?!?]
“The article had a photo with it. It was a picture of Marty kissing a woman named Magnificent Marie.”
“You mean …”
“Yes. The same Marie who had broken the heart of Mr. P and who is currently dating Scott Steiner stole Marty from me.” [ … And?]
“How can you be sure?”
“About a week after Marty left, I received a letter from Marie. I don’t remember exactly what she said in it, I think I burned it, but basically she called me a few names and told me that she finally got her revenge on me for stealing Mr. P.” [… And?!?]
“But if Marty loved you, why would he do that to you?”
“Who knows? She’s a beautiful woman. Marty was never that bright of a guy. She has incredible powers of manipulation.”
“How could she have been so sure that you’d read the article?”
“She probably told Marty to leave it where I would find it. Which I did.” [ … and …?}
“Why haven’t you told anyone else?” [because it’s completely stupid?]
“I couldn’t tell Mr. P., not after what she did to him. No one else knows about Marty, except for bobby, and he doesn’t know who Marie is. What worries me now is Scotty. Marie—there’s something wrong with her. She’s so revenge-crazed, even after all this time. What if she … I don’t even want to think about what she might do.”
There was a knock at the door. While Chris went to answer it, Angel washed her face.
“What’re you trying to do, Christopher? Lock us out?” bellowed a deep, jovial voice.
“Hi, Dad.” [Wait. Why don’t they have keys? It’s their house!!]
A large man, around sixty-five or so entered, He had graying black hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Where’s Nancy? Nancy!” he called. [ooh, wasn’t that Chris Benoit’s real life wife’s name? Yipes!]
A very small woman with light brown hair and soft brown eyes entered. She looked exactly like Chris.
“For Heaven’s sake, Pascal, you don’t have to shout! Oh, where are our manners? You must be Angelica. Chris has told me so much about you.”
“Don’t worry, most of it was good.” Chris’ Dad said as they shook hands.
Chris rolled his eyes but Angel laughed. It was easy to see where Chris got his sense of humor.
Dinner that night was delicious. Angel immediately liked Chris’ parents. After Nancy and Pascal Benoit went to bed, Chris and Angel stayed up to talk.
“You’re really close to your parents, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” Said Chris, smiling. “They’re the greatest. So when can I meet yours?”
Angel looked down. “I’m afraid that wouldn’t be possible.”
“Why not? Did they disown your or something?” He laughed.
“No.” She said quickly.
“Then what … oh.” He said, suddenly realizing what she meant. “I’m sorry. That was really stupid of me.”
“You didn’t know.”
“I should’ve …”
“It’s okay.”
“When?”
“When I was young. There was an accident. There was glass everywhere. And the blood, so much blood.” She shuddered.
“Shh. Don’t talk about it anymore. It’s over now.” He soothed.
“Right.” Said Angel, snapping out of her trance.
“You want some coffee or something?”
“No. I think I’ll go to bed now.” Said Angel, standing up.
“Sweet dreams, Sunshine.”
“You too.”
They kissed goodnight. But Angel’s dreams were far from sweet.
NOTES
1) Worst. Secret. Ever.
2) So Chris and Angel have been dating for months, but this is the first time she’s mentioned not only that both of her parents died when she was a child, but that she was there when the accident happened? Not to mention that this is the first time we are hearing about it? What in the what? I’ll bet you anything it’s just because I didn’t want to come up with any stories about Angel’s parents.
3) Also … how is that stupid secret about Marie and Marty somehow more emotionally damaging than the death of both of her parents???? Why is that secret "The Truth"??
4) I love how meeting Chris' parents was such a non-issue.
Coming up next …
Bobby returns, we have stuff rehashed again, and Arn is angry for no reason. Aww, I miss Arn. Join us for ...
Chapter 26: Back Home
Chapter 25: The Truth
A dam broke somewhere inside Angel [is it time to have the Detrol discussion?]. All of the tears she had been holding back rushed forward.
Chris pulled Angel to his chest and let her sob.
“Shh. Calm down. It’ll be okay, Angelica.”
“I’ve kept this in for so long, Chris.” [What? What? Oh, this is going to be good! There’s no way we’ll be disappointed by whatever this shocking revelation is!]
“You remember our first date when I told you about Marty?”
All of the feelings that had first filled her when she read the article telling of Marty’s move to the USWF entered her again. She had kept them down in a dark part of her mind for so long. The truth about Marty, the truth about Nightshade, known by no one but Marie and herself, would be told.
“Of course I remember it.” Chris said.
“I left out something. At the time, it seemed unimportant because you didn’t know who Marie was. But now that you do …”
“Only tell me if you want to, Angelica.” [I mean, this HAS to be serious. He’s calling her by her full name!]
“I need to, Chris.”
“Then go ahead.”
She sat up straight and wiped her eyes. This was going to be hard enough, crying wouldn’t help. Looking at her feet, she began. [Wow. What could it be? Did Marie tie her up and force her to watch as she and Marty took turns trashing all of Angel’s doo-wop 45’s? Did Marie and Marty collude to somehow exploit a secret, but debilitating, allergy Angel has? What? What?!?]
“The article had a photo with it. It was a picture of Marty kissing a woman named Magnificent Marie.”
“You mean …”
“Yes. The same Marie who had broken the heart of Mr. P and who is currently dating Scott Steiner stole Marty from me.” [ … And?]
“How can you be sure?”
“About a week after Marty left, I received a letter from Marie. I don’t remember exactly what she said in it, I think I burned it, but basically she called me a few names and told me that she finally got her revenge on me for stealing Mr. P.” [… And?!?]
“But if Marty loved you, why would he do that to you?”
“Who knows? She’s a beautiful woman. Marty was never that bright of a guy. She has incredible powers of manipulation.”
“How could she have been so sure that you’d read the article?”
“She probably told Marty to leave it where I would find it. Which I did.” [ … and …?}
“Why haven’t you told anyone else?” [because it’s completely stupid?]
“I couldn’t tell Mr. P., not after what she did to him. No one else knows about Marty, except for bobby, and he doesn’t know who Marie is. What worries me now is Scotty. Marie—there’s something wrong with her. She’s so revenge-crazed, even after all this time. What if she … I don’t even want to think about what she might do.”
There was a knock at the door. While Chris went to answer it, Angel washed her face.
“What’re you trying to do, Christopher? Lock us out?” bellowed a deep, jovial voice.
“Hi, Dad.” [Wait. Why don’t they have keys? It’s their house!!]
A large man, around sixty-five or so entered, He had graying black hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Where’s Nancy? Nancy!” he called. [ooh, wasn’t that Chris Benoit’s real life wife’s name? Yipes!]
A very small woman with light brown hair and soft brown eyes entered. She looked exactly like Chris.
“For Heaven’s sake, Pascal, you don’t have to shout! Oh, where are our manners? You must be Angelica. Chris has told me so much about you.”
“Don’t worry, most of it was good.” Chris’ Dad said as they shook hands.
Chris rolled his eyes but Angel laughed. It was easy to see where Chris got his sense of humor.
Dinner that night was delicious. Angel immediately liked Chris’ parents. After Nancy and Pascal Benoit went to bed, Chris and Angel stayed up to talk.
“You’re really close to your parents, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” Said Chris, smiling. “They’re the greatest. So when can I meet yours?”
Angel looked down. “I’m afraid that wouldn’t be possible.”
“Why not? Did they disown your or something?” He laughed.
“No.” She said quickly.
“Then what … oh.” He said, suddenly realizing what she meant. “I’m sorry. That was really stupid of me.”
“You didn’t know.”
“I should’ve …”
“It’s okay.”
“When?”
“When I was young. There was an accident. There was glass everywhere. And the blood, so much blood.” She shuddered.
“Shh. Don’t talk about it anymore. It’s over now.” He soothed.
“Right.” Said Angel, snapping out of her trance.
“You want some coffee or something?”
“No. I think I’ll go to bed now.” Said Angel, standing up.
“Sweet dreams, Sunshine.”
“You too.”
They kissed goodnight. But Angel’s dreams were far from sweet.
NOTES
1) Worst. Secret. Ever.
2) So Chris and Angel have been dating for months, but this is the first time she’s mentioned not only that both of her parents died when she was a child, but that she was there when the accident happened? Not to mention that this is the first time we are hearing about it? What in the what? I’ll bet you anything it’s just because I didn’t want to come up with any stories about Angel’s parents.
3) Also … how is that stupid secret about Marie and Marty somehow more emotionally damaging than the death of both of her parents???? Why is that secret "The Truth"??
4) I love how meeting Chris' parents was such a non-issue.
Coming up next …
Bobby returns, we have stuff rehashed again, and Arn is angry for no reason. Aww, I miss Arn. Join us for ...
Chapter 26: Back Home
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Chapter 24: The Visit
Welcome back to another installment of Unabashedly Bad, the website where I shake my head slowly at what a loser I was and you get to chuckle along. On today's docket: Angel and Chris have a useless conversation. Enjoy!
Chapter 24 – The Visit
Chris hugged Bret warmly [is there any other way any of the characters ever hug each other?] while Angel watched, still a bit stunned. She had met Bret in the WWF. He had been a close friend of Marty [when?], but Angel had never liked him.
Bret Hart just had a way of making her feel uncomfortable. He seemed cold and unfeeling, while maintaining an aura of haughtiness and superioriority [sic]. But if he was Chris’ friend, she would try to be as pleasant to him as possible.
“Bret, this is Angelica Kerris. Angel this is Bret Hart.”
“We’ve met,” Bret muttered.
“We worked together.” Angel said, looking at her feet.
Chris, possibly noting the tension between his girlfriend and his best friend, piped up, “Well, it’s time to get going, eh?” [wooo Canada!]
Chris and Bret talked during the ride almost nonstop. Angel didn’t mind all that much [how thoughtful of her]. She would be able to catch up with him when they got to Chris’ house.
Bret stopped at a large two story house painted white with a cherry red trim. There were numerous hanging white flowerpots containing clusters of red geraniums.
Angel, Chris, and Bret got out of the car. Angel’s heart immediately sank – she didn’t know Bret was coming with them!
“My parents aren’t here now, they should be back around 6:00,” said Chris.
“Well, in that case, I’ll be heading home. I just wanted to say hi to them. Bye Chris, keep in touch.” Bret hugged his friend. “See you, Angel.” They exchanged nods.
Bret hopped into his black Beretta [hawt!] and drove away. Angel breathed a sigh of relief.
Chris removed a key from his pocket and opened the front door. The inside of the house was warm and smelled like cinnamon.
“Nice house.”
“I’m kind of partial to it myself.” He took her coat and suitcase and put them in an upstairs bedroom.
“Something up with you and Bret, Sunshine?”
“Nothing important, Chris. We just never really got along.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I know, but …” his voice fell.
“But what?” she whispered, leaning in close to him.
“Nothing.”
He kissed her. It was a sweet and long kiss.
“I missed you.”
“Me too.”
“Angel, in the letter you wrote me, you mentioned one of the Steiner Brothers. What was that all about?”
She looked away from him.
“Hey, Sunshine. If you don’t’ want to tell me, that’s fine.”
“It’s just hard to explain.”
“Take your time.” He picked up her hand again, a great comfort to Angel. [Will you excuse me? I’m going to go brew myself 30 gallons of espresso before I can continue transcribing this.]
She began her long, incredible story, from her friendship with Curt Hennig to the confrontation with Marie.
“Wow that sounds like a soap opera plot. Are you sure Marie isn’t your evil twin suffering from amnesia?” [how meta! Not.]
“Chris, Please.”
“I’m sorry, Angel. Are you okay with this?”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do about Scotty.” [how about nothing, you blonde busybody?]
“Have he and Marie broken up?”
“I don’t know. I hope not. He’s such a sweet guy. What does he see in a shrew like Marie?” [Look, I mock myself a lot for this garbage, and believe me, I know that it’s deserved, but I’d just like to pat 13-year-old me on the head for using the word “shrew.”]
“Who knows?”
“I don’t understand. She said something that night that really upset me. She said that she couldn’t be all that bad because two of my best friends fell in love with her. It’s true, Chris!”
“So what, Angel? So what if two of your best friends fell in love with her? Why does it matter?” [FOR SERIOUS] Everyone has a different opinion. Now what’s really bothering you?”
“What?”
“I know you. Things like this usually don’t get to you.” [huh?]
“You’re right, Chris,” she said softly.
“What is it?” he cupped her chin and looked into her eyes. Tears filled them and she looked down.
She couldn’t hold the tears back any more. The truth would come out.
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NOTES
1) Cliffhanger! Someone call R. Kelly!
2) I sincerely hate the nickname “Sunshine.” It’s not that I’m above using pet names. I myself call my husband “Slice” far more often than I ever use his real name (it rhymes with his last name.) I think I just sincerely hate Angel.
3) Of course they’re sleeping in separate bedrooms. To be fair, when we stay at my in-laws’ house, Slice and I have to sleep in separate bedrooms too. And we’re married. Don’t get me started.
What’s that? You can’t wait to see what the truth is? Well then, my friends, you won’t want to mix the next chapter, in which Angel rehashes her past AGAIN. Join us for …
Chapter 25: The Truth
Chapter 24 – The Visit
Chris hugged Bret warmly [is there any other way any of the characters ever hug each other?] while Angel watched, still a bit stunned. She had met Bret in the WWF. He had been a close friend of Marty [when?], but Angel had never liked him.
Bret Hart just had a way of making her feel uncomfortable. He seemed cold and unfeeling, while maintaining an aura of haughtiness and superioriority [sic]. But if he was Chris’ friend, she would try to be as pleasant to him as possible.
“Bret, this is Angelica Kerris. Angel this is Bret Hart.”
“We’ve met,” Bret muttered.
“We worked together.” Angel said, looking at her feet.
Chris, possibly noting the tension between his girlfriend and his best friend, piped up, “Well, it’s time to get going, eh?” [wooo Canada!]
Chris and Bret talked during the ride almost nonstop. Angel didn’t mind all that much [how thoughtful of her]. She would be able to catch up with him when they got to Chris’ house.
Bret stopped at a large two story house painted white with a cherry red trim. There were numerous hanging white flowerpots containing clusters of red geraniums.
Angel, Chris, and Bret got out of the car. Angel’s heart immediately sank – she didn’t know Bret was coming with them!
“My parents aren’t here now, they should be back around 6:00,” said Chris.
“Well, in that case, I’ll be heading home. I just wanted to say hi to them. Bye Chris, keep in touch.” Bret hugged his friend. “See you, Angel.” They exchanged nods.
Bret hopped into his black Beretta [hawt!] and drove away. Angel breathed a sigh of relief.
Chris removed a key from his pocket and opened the front door. The inside of the house was warm and smelled like cinnamon.
“Nice house.”
“I’m kind of partial to it myself.” He took her coat and suitcase and put them in an upstairs bedroom.
“Something up with you and Bret, Sunshine?”
“Nothing important, Chris. We just never really got along.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I know, but …” his voice fell.
“But what?” she whispered, leaning in close to him.
“Nothing.”
He kissed her. It was a sweet and long kiss.
“I missed you.”
“Me too.”
“Angel, in the letter you wrote me, you mentioned one of the Steiner Brothers. What was that all about?”
She looked away from him.
“Hey, Sunshine. If you don’t’ want to tell me, that’s fine.”
“It’s just hard to explain.”
“Take your time.” He picked up her hand again, a great comfort to Angel. [Will you excuse me? I’m going to go brew myself 30 gallons of espresso before I can continue transcribing this.]
She began her long, incredible story, from her friendship with Curt Hennig to the confrontation with Marie.
“Wow that sounds like a soap opera plot. Are you sure Marie isn’t your evil twin suffering from amnesia?” [how meta! Not.]
“Chris, Please.”
“I’m sorry, Angel. Are you okay with this?”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do about Scotty.” [how about nothing, you blonde busybody?]
“Have he and Marie broken up?”
“I don’t know. I hope not. He’s such a sweet guy. What does he see in a shrew like Marie?” [Look, I mock myself a lot for this garbage, and believe me, I know that it’s deserved, but I’d just like to pat 13-year-old me on the head for using the word “shrew.”]
“Who knows?”
“I don’t understand. She said something that night that really upset me. She said that she couldn’t be all that bad because two of my best friends fell in love with her. It’s true, Chris!”
“So what, Angel? So what if two of your best friends fell in love with her? Why does it matter?” [FOR SERIOUS] Everyone has a different opinion. Now what’s really bothering you?”
“What?”
“I know you. Things like this usually don’t get to you.” [huh?]
“You’re right, Chris,” she said softly.
“What is it?” he cupped her chin and looked into her eyes. Tears filled them and she looked down.
She couldn’t hold the tears back any more. The truth would come out.
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NOTES
1) Cliffhanger! Someone call R. Kelly!
2) I sincerely hate the nickname “Sunshine.” It’s not that I’m above using pet names. I myself call my husband “Slice” far more often than I ever use his real name (it rhymes with his last name.) I think I just sincerely hate Angel.
3) Of course they’re sleeping in separate bedrooms. To be fair, when we stay at my in-laws’ house, Slice and I have to sleep in separate bedrooms too. And we’re married. Don’t get me started.
What’s that? You can’t wait to see what the truth is? Well then, my friends, you won’t want to mix the next chapter, in which Angel rehashes her past AGAIN. Join us for …
Chapter 25: The Truth
Friday, January 9, 2009
Chapter 23: The Return
Chapter 23: The Return
This chapter features some of the least witty witty repartee ever written. Enjoy!
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Angel was both nervous and excited as she stepped off of the plane. She made her way to the waiting area outside Gate 27 where Chris said that he would meet her.
She was in Edmonton National Airport, where Chris said he would meet her. His flight from Japan was scheduled to land about an hour after Angel’s did. A friend of Chris’ family would be picking them up and bringing them to Chris’ house.
The hour passed slowly for Angel. Each minute dragged on, each second lasted an eternity. [the readers know how you feel]
Chris’ plane landed. The passengers were let out. There was an agonizing moment when she couldn’t see Chris. But then she found him. Their eyes met and his pace quickened until he almost broke into a run. He swept her up into his arms and twirled her in a full circle. Their lips locked.
“How was your trip?” They both asked at the same time. They both laughed.
“I’ve missed you so much, Chris.”
“I’ve missed you too.” [will someone wake me up when this chapter is over?]
They picked up Chris’ baggage, Angel filling him in on Marcus and their conversation yesterday.
“Where is your friend meeting us?”
“Near the entrance.” [… of the airport?]
“I’m so nervous about meeting your parents.”
“My Mom and Dad aren’t that scary. And very rarely do they actually eat visitors. And don’t believe the rumors about the JFK thing, cause they’re not true!”
Angel giggled. “No, I’m worried that they’ll think I’m like this horrible person and forbid me to ever be within 10 miles of you.” [cross your fingers, Chris]
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Sunshine. You are the sweetest, smartest, prettiest, wittiest, nicest, most gorgeous woman in the world, and besides, my parents don’t think.”
“What?”
“Just kidding. They think most of the time.”
Chris grabbed and invisible microphone and spoke in an announcer’s voice. “And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, for your entertainment, Christopher Pascal Benoit and the lovely Angelica Kerris will attempt to get through the hoardes of travelers to the dunt dah dah … Entrance! A feat never before attempted before such a large audience.” [I think Jim Carrey was rather popular at this point in time. I knew a guy who did stuff like this. It was funny when I was 13. If my husband, a man roughly the age I put Chris at here, tried it, he’d get stuffed onto the luggage carousel.]
A few people stared at them, one guy clapped, others laughed.
“Pascal?” Angel commented.
“Dad’s name. What’s your middle name?” Chris asked as they neared the entrance.
“I hate it.”
“Interesting name.”
“I’m not telling.”
“C’mon, I’ll be your best friend.” He pleaded.
“No.” she smiled.
“How bad can it be?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Oh, but I do!” he said playfully.
“No.”
“Then let me guess.”
“Fine, but you will never get it.”
He thought for a few seconds, then shouted “Gertrude!”
“Nope.”
“Hortenz?”
“Try again.”
“Umm … Drucilla?”
“I wish.”
“Rumplestiltskin.”
“Bingo!”
“You’re kidding.”
“Yup.”
He groaned.
“Believe me, Chris. You’ll never guess.”
“Then tell me.”
“Only on one condition.”
“Anything!”
“You will never, ever, ever speak it again.”
“Deal.”
“Christiabelle.” [Whaaaaaaaaaat? Wasn’t it Elizabeth? Wasn’t there a major “plot” point about how she hated her middle name? Wasn’t there an actual chapter title “middle names” that specifically … oh, nevermind]
“Christiabelle?”
“I warned you.”
“Sorry … Christiabelle.”
“Chris …” her voice rose.
“Okay, okay. Hey, nice initials.”
“I know, don’t remind me.”
“Ack! Ack! Ack!” he sang. [dude, is he 12? Seriously. Actually, wait, my husband would do this.]
“Oh, dear. Something new to tease me about.”
“You know I don’t mean any of it. I love you Christia…. I mean Sunshine.”
“I love you too, Melvin.”
“Melvin?”
“Just being creative.”
They arrived at the entranceway. Chris scanned the crowd of people. He recognized someone and exclaimed: “Bret!”
It couldn’t be, thought Angel. But it was. Bret Hart. No one will ruin my visit, not even conceited, obnoxious, unfriendly Bret Hart. At least she hoped so.
NOTES:
1) Bret Hart? Yeah, he was one of my least favorite wrestlers when I was younger. Mostly because I hated the good guys. And it’s true that Bret Hart and Chris Benoit were friends in real life …. I think Chris even trained in Stu’s dungeon … but … uhm … what is he suddenly doing in this story? Why couldn’t it have been someone I had mentioned at least once before, like Shawn Michaels or even Al the Janitor? What’s that? It’s because this is crap? Oh yeah, thanks for the reminder.
2) POLL! Worst couple? Candidates: Marty and Anjel, Marcus and Angel, Chris and Angel, Dustin and Alex, Scott and Marie, Brutus and Laurie, and Mr. P. and Nightshade. 7 way tie?
COMING UP NEXT ...
There's stupid tension between Angel and Bret. Angel doesn't ask Chris one thing about his trip from Japan and instead blathers on about her own non-problems. Sound good? See you next time for ...
Chapter 24: The Visit
This chapter features some of the least witty witty repartee ever written. Enjoy!
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Angel was both nervous and excited as she stepped off of the plane. She made her way to the waiting area outside Gate 27 where Chris said that he would meet her.
She was in Edmonton National Airport, where Chris said he would meet her. His flight from Japan was scheduled to land about an hour after Angel’s did. A friend of Chris’ family would be picking them up and bringing them to Chris’ house.
The hour passed slowly for Angel. Each minute dragged on, each second lasted an eternity. [the readers know how you feel]
Chris’ plane landed. The passengers were let out. There was an agonizing moment when she couldn’t see Chris. But then she found him. Their eyes met and his pace quickened until he almost broke into a run. He swept her up into his arms and twirled her in a full circle. Their lips locked.
“How was your trip?” They both asked at the same time. They both laughed.
“I’ve missed you so much, Chris.”
“I’ve missed you too.” [will someone wake me up when this chapter is over?]
They picked up Chris’ baggage, Angel filling him in on Marcus and their conversation yesterday.
“Where is your friend meeting us?”
“Near the entrance.” [… of the airport?]
“I’m so nervous about meeting your parents.”
“My Mom and Dad aren’t that scary. And very rarely do they actually eat visitors. And don’t believe the rumors about the JFK thing, cause they’re not true!”
Angel giggled. “No, I’m worried that they’ll think I’m like this horrible person and forbid me to ever be within 10 miles of you.” [cross your fingers, Chris]
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Sunshine. You are the sweetest, smartest, prettiest, wittiest, nicest, most gorgeous woman in the world, and besides, my parents don’t think.”
“What?”
“Just kidding. They think most of the time.”
Chris grabbed and invisible microphone and spoke in an announcer’s voice. “And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, for your entertainment, Christopher Pascal Benoit and the lovely Angelica Kerris will attempt to get through the hoardes of travelers to the dunt dah dah … Entrance! A feat never before attempted before such a large audience.” [I think Jim Carrey was rather popular at this point in time. I knew a guy who did stuff like this. It was funny when I was 13. If my husband, a man roughly the age I put Chris at here, tried it, he’d get stuffed onto the luggage carousel.]
A few people stared at them, one guy clapped, others laughed.
“Pascal?” Angel commented.
“Dad’s name. What’s your middle name?” Chris asked as they neared the entrance.
“I hate it.”
“Interesting name.”
“I’m not telling.”
“C’mon, I’ll be your best friend.” He pleaded.
“No.” she smiled.
“How bad can it be?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Oh, but I do!” he said playfully.
“No.”
“Then let me guess.”
“Fine, but you will never get it.”
He thought for a few seconds, then shouted “Gertrude!”
“Nope.”
“Hortenz?”
“Try again.”
“Umm … Drucilla?”
“I wish.”
“Rumplestiltskin.”
“Bingo!”
“You’re kidding.”
“Yup.”
He groaned.
“Believe me, Chris. You’ll never guess.”
“Then tell me.”
“Only on one condition.”
“Anything!”
“You will never, ever, ever speak it again.”
“Deal.”
“Christiabelle.” [Whaaaaaaaaaat? Wasn’t it Elizabeth? Wasn’t there a major “plot” point about how she hated her middle name? Wasn’t there an actual chapter title “middle names” that specifically … oh, nevermind]
“Christiabelle?”
“I warned you.”
“Sorry … Christiabelle.”
“Chris …” her voice rose.
“Okay, okay. Hey, nice initials.”
“I know, don’t remind me.”
“Ack! Ack! Ack!” he sang. [dude, is he 12? Seriously. Actually, wait, my husband would do this.]
“Oh, dear. Something new to tease me about.”
“You know I don’t mean any of it. I love you Christia…. I mean Sunshine.”
“I love you too, Melvin.”
“Melvin?”
“Just being creative.”
They arrived at the entranceway. Chris scanned the crowd of people. He recognized someone and exclaimed: “Bret!”
It couldn’t be, thought Angel. But it was. Bret Hart. No one will ruin my visit, not even conceited, obnoxious, unfriendly Bret Hart. At least she hoped so.
NOTES:
1) Bret Hart? Yeah, he was one of my least favorite wrestlers when I was younger. Mostly because I hated the good guys. And it’s true that Bret Hart and Chris Benoit were friends in real life …. I think Chris even trained in Stu’s dungeon … but … uhm … what is he suddenly doing in this story? Why couldn’t it have been someone I had mentioned at least once before, like Shawn Michaels or even Al the Janitor? What’s that? It’s because this is crap? Oh yeah, thanks for the reminder.
2) POLL! Worst couple? Candidates: Marty and Anjel, Marcus and Angel, Chris and Angel, Dustin and Alex, Scott and Marie, Brutus and Laurie, and Mr. P. and Nightshade. 7 way tie?
COMING UP NEXT ...
There's stupid tension between Angel and Bret. Angel doesn't ask Chris one thing about his trip from Japan and instead blathers on about her own non-problems. Sound good? See you next time for ...
Chapter 24: The Visit
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Chapter 22: Forgive, but Don't Forget (part 2)
Angel spent the first half of this chapter writing a useless letter to Chris. Now we get to witness her intense confrontation with Marcus. I guarantee disappointment in the thrilling conclusion to ...
Chapter 22: Forgive, but Don't Forget (Part 2)
Angel took a deep breath and knocked on Marcus Bagwell’s dressing room door. [we’re back to everyone having his/her own dressing room?] This wasn’t going to be easy.
Marcus opened the door. He saw Angel and nearly slammed it on her, but she stopped him.
“Wait! Marcus, I want to talk to you.”
“What?” he asked impatiently.
“I … I’m sorry.”
“What?” his voice raised about 8 octaves. [impressive]
“Can I come in?”
“I guess.”
Angel stopped into the dressing room. Scorpio was sitting on a folding chair in the back. He got up when he saw Angel.
“Hey, Angel. I’ll be in the gym, Marc.”
“Bye Scorpio.”
“Be down soon,” he called.
“Look, Marcus, I’m sorry for reacting so harshly when you tried to apologize to me.”
“Angel, none of this is your fault. Just seeing you again, just talking to you again, makes me realize what a fool I’ve been. Angel, what I did to you was the most foolish thing I’ve ever done. I loved you. I still love you, Angel.” He took her hand.
Angel was speechless. [probably because he’s not crying yet]
“Will you consider taking me back?” he asked.
“I … Marcus, you turn my friends against me, and now you want me back?”
“I’m sorry! Can’t you see how much I need you?”
“Marc, I’m in love with Chris. I can’t take you back.”
“I understand.” [that was quick]
“Good. Look, I’ve got to go. Take care, OK?”
“Sure.”
Angel left hurriedly. Marcus had totally surprised her. She figured that he’d just accept her apology, maybe apologize to her, then she’d leave and they could possibly be friends. She definitely had another thing coming to her. Now all she wanted to do was be with Chris. She missed him so much! Tomorrow seemed like a far star in the distance.
NOTES:
1)Marcus ... can't you just count your blessings that you got out while the getting was good? Go blow dry your hair and make out with someone.
2) As inconceivable as 97% of this blog is, I've totally encountered undumpable guys. Why don't people just take a hint? If someone wants to break up with you, just have the grace to let them. Would you really want to be with someone you have to talk into dating you??? Also, someone should have told me this when I was 16, because I did it too.
COMING UP NEXT ... Angel meets Chris at the airport and engages in some of the least witty repartee ever written. Join us next time (mayhaps tomorrow) for ...
Chapter 23: The Return
Chapter 22: Forgive, but Don't Forget (Part 2)
Angel took a deep breath and knocked on Marcus Bagwell’s dressing room door. [we’re back to everyone having his/her own dressing room?] This wasn’t going to be easy.
Marcus opened the door. He saw Angel and nearly slammed it on her, but she stopped him.
“Wait! Marcus, I want to talk to you.”
“What?” he asked impatiently.
“I … I’m sorry.”
“What?” his voice raised about 8 octaves. [impressive]
“Can I come in?”
“I guess.”
Angel stopped into the dressing room. Scorpio was sitting on a folding chair in the back. He got up when he saw Angel.
“Hey, Angel. I’ll be in the gym, Marc.”
“Bye Scorpio.”
“Be down soon,” he called.
“Look, Marcus, I’m sorry for reacting so harshly when you tried to apologize to me.”
“Angel, none of this is your fault. Just seeing you again, just talking to you again, makes me realize what a fool I’ve been. Angel, what I did to you was the most foolish thing I’ve ever done. I loved you. I still love you, Angel.” He took her hand.
Angel was speechless. [probably because he’s not crying yet]
“Will you consider taking me back?” he asked.
“I … Marcus, you turn my friends against me, and now you want me back?”
“I’m sorry! Can’t you see how much I need you?”
“Marc, I’m in love with Chris. I can’t take you back.”
“I understand.” [that was quick]
“Good. Look, I’ve got to go. Take care, OK?”
“Sure.”
Angel left hurriedly. Marcus had totally surprised her. She figured that he’d just accept her apology, maybe apologize to her, then she’d leave and they could possibly be friends. She definitely had another thing coming to her. Now all she wanted to do was be with Chris. She missed him so much! Tomorrow seemed like a far star in the distance.
NOTES:
1)Marcus ... can't you just count your blessings that you got out while the getting was good? Go blow dry your hair and make out with someone.
2) As inconceivable as 97% of this blog is, I've totally encountered undumpable guys. Why don't people just take a hint? If someone wants to break up with you, just have the grace to let them. Would you really want to be with someone you have to talk into dating you??? Also, someone should have told me this when I was 16, because I did it too.
COMING UP NEXT ... Angel meets Chris at the airport and engages in some of the least witty repartee ever written. Join us next time (mayhaps tomorrow) for ...
Chapter 23: The Return
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Chapter 22: Forgive, but Don't Forget (part 1)
When we last left Angel, she was reeling from two horrific events: the Appaling Behavior of Marcus, who told a scandalous lie to all of the other wrestlers, and the Shocking News that Scott's girlfriend Marie was actually her old arch-nemesis, Nightshade. The horror, the horror! What's that? You missed it? Never fear. Angel recaps it all unnecessarily in a letter to Chris.
Chapter 22: Forgive, but Don't Forget
Dear Chris,
Only one more week until you come home -- I can't wait. [unless international mail was a lot faster in 1993, I'm pretty sure this letter will arrive after he gets home] How are you doing? You don't know how lonely this place is without you here. I miss you so much!
Anyway, how have things been in the Land of the Rising Sun? Things here have been pretty awful. First all of my friends deserted me. I had no idea why until I talked to Dustin who informed me that Marcus spread a rumor that I had broken up with him to get to you. "He makes me sick," was my first reaction. But then I thought about it for a while. What had I ever done to him to make him so mad? After all, it was he who had been cheating on me. Thinking back on the confrontation we had, I realized how hard I'd been on him. Now, I know what you're thinking. Angel, are you nuts? First you hate him, now you almost feel sorry for him???
Sorry, Chris, I can't help it. I'm as soft hearted as I am soft in the head (Ha!) [Like ha ha. Not].
There's something else that happened here. This is very upsetting to write about, so I'll be concise. You know Scott Steiner, right? I've been friends with him for a while and he's raved to me about his girlfriend Marie so I agreed to meet her. When I did, she turned out to be a woman from my past. It was horrible. I'll tell you when I get back, okay?
Anyway, don't want to bring you down anymore than I already have. Write me back - soon! I love you, Chris.
Your Forever,
Sunshine [oh gross]
Chris re-read the letter Angel had written him. Angel was too good sometimes. Marcus nearly destroys her life [um, how does he get that idea from this stupid letter?] and she's ready to make up with him?
Chris popped a Frankie Valli CD into his portable player. [aww yeah] Singing along to his new favorite song "Little Angel" [oh GLORY] he tried to figure out who this woman from Angel's past could be. He'd be home in 2 days, then he'd ask her about it.
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NOTES:
1) What was the point of this letter? I was the only person who read this ... why did I think I needed to recap the last two chapters for myself? Also, I loathe Angel.
2) "Little Angel" is beyond a B-side. I was such a dork. So is whoever made this. See, I'm not alone. Pfft, and I thought I had to make up people as nerdy as me.
COMING UP NEXT:
Angel confronts Marcus about his Heinous Deed. Marcus acts like one of several complete psychos I have dated throughout my life. Foreshadowing? Tune in next time (I'm thinking Thursday) for ...
Forgive, but don't Forget (Part II)
Chapter 22: Forgive, but Don't Forget
Dear Chris,
Only one more week until you come home -- I can't wait. [unless international mail was a lot faster in 1993, I'm pretty sure this letter will arrive after he gets home] How are you doing? You don't know how lonely this place is without you here. I miss you so much!
Anyway, how have things been in the Land of the Rising Sun? Things here have been pretty awful. First all of my friends deserted me. I had no idea why until I talked to Dustin who informed me that Marcus spread a rumor that I had broken up with him to get to you. "He makes me sick," was my first reaction. But then I thought about it for a while. What had I ever done to him to make him so mad? After all, it was he who had been cheating on me. Thinking back on the confrontation we had, I realized how hard I'd been on him. Now, I know what you're thinking. Angel, are you nuts? First you hate him, now you almost feel sorry for him???
Sorry, Chris, I can't help it. I'm as soft hearted as I am soft in the head (Ha!) [Like ha ha. Not].
There's something else that happened here. This is very upsetting to write about, so I'll be concise. You know Scott Steiner, right? I've been friends with him for a while and he's raved to me about his girlfriend Marie so I agreed to meet her. When I did, she turned out to be a woman from my past. It was horrible. I'll tell you when I get back, okay?
Anyway, don't want to bring you down anymore than I already have. Write me back - soon! I love you, Chris.
Your Forever,
Sunshine [oh gross]
Chris re-read the letter Angel had written him. Angel was too good sometimes. Marcus nearly destroys her life [um, how does he get that idea from this stupid letter?] and she's ready to make up with him?
Chris popped a Frankie Valli CD into his portable player. [aww yeah] Singing along to his new favorite song "Little Angel" [oh GLORY] he tried to figure out who this woman from Angel's past could be. He'd be home in 2 days, then he'd ask her about it.
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NOTES:
1) What was the point of this letter? I was the only person who read this ... why did I think I needed to recap the last two chapters for myself? Also, I loathe Angel.
2) "Little Angel" is beyond a B-side. I was such a dork. So is whoever made this. See, I'm not alone. Pfft, and I thought I had to make up people as nerdy as me.
COMING UP NEXT:
Angel confronts Marcus about his Heinous Deed. Marcus acts like one of several complete psychos I have dated throughout my life. Foreshadowing? Tune in next time (I'm thinking Thursday) for ...
Forgive, but don't Forget (Part II)
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Chapter 21: A Surprise
Sorry for the long delay between chapters. I was visiting the family for the holidays. I never have a problem with overeating during the holiday season. This is not necessarily by choice. My parents are a strange breed of folk who only eat one meal a day (dinner). Thus, there is no food available for either breakfast or lunch. The fridge and pantry only contain dinner ingredients. So unless I want to chow down on raw beef, onions, or cornstarch, I pretty much just starve.
But I digress. We now return to the trials and tribulations of Angel n' friends. This one’s gonna take us back, folks. Don’t worry if you’re not completely familiar with the pre-WCW portion of Angel’s saga … she rehashes it for you. But if you’re a new reader and are interested in the older stuff, it’s all waiting for you in the archives.
So … what better way to start off the new year than with A SURPRISE? What’s the surprise, you ask? Oh, I’m not spoiling it for you. It spoils itself by being so sucktacular.
Chapter 21: A Surprise
The telephone rang. Angel screamed. She was reading Pet Sematary (for the 3rd time) in a hotel in Michigan. She put down the book and answered the phone.
“Ang! What’s wrong?” [wait … didn’t we all laugh at this “hilarious” scenario a mere two chapters ago?]
“Nothing. I was just reading Pet Sematary. How are you, Scotty?”
“Fine, thanks. How’d you know it was me?” [maybe she could hear your muscles bulging over the phone.]
“You’re the only man who calls me Ang. What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you were free today.”
“Yeah, why?”
“I’d like you to meet Marie.”
“Oh! I’d love to! Only I don’t have much in the way of transportation.” [? How did she get to her hotel? How is she planning on leaving her hotel? ]
“No prob! I can pick you up. You’re staying in the Silver Lake Hotel, right?”
“How’d you know?”
“WCW always stayed there in Michigan. Don’t ask me why.”
“Ok. I’ll wait in the lobby.”
“How about 1:00?”
“Sounds great.”
(Scotty and Angel are in Scott’s car, driving to Marie’s house) [seamless transition! Seamless!]
“So, Scotty, what’s Marie like?”
“Oh, she’s really nice, and she’s so smart. She also happens to be beautiful.” [wait … did someone clone Angel?]
“Sounds perfect. What’s she look like?”
“She’s got shoulder-length black hair and these really bright green eyes. They’re incredible.”
They spent the rest of the drive chatting casually about just about everything.
They arrived at Marie’s home. It was fairly large, with a stucco finish.
Scott used a key to open the door. The interior was lovely, the floors were covered in thick cream colored carpeting and the rest of the room was a light coffee color.
“Marie, hon, we’re back. Come meet Angelica.”
An attractive woman stopped into the room. She looked incredibly familiar to Angel. Then it hit her.
Marie also immediately recognized Angel. No one spoke. The two women stared at each other with a mixture of hate and shock in their eyes.
“Nightshade.” whispered Angel.
“Angel” Marie whispered back [I’ll bet she pronounced it with a “j”]
“You two know each other?” Scott asked tentatively.
“Oh, we know each other all too well,” said Marie.
“Wait a minute. What’s going on? Who’s Nightshade?”
“So how many other names have you got, Sunny?”
“You little bi--.”
“Stop it!” Scott interrupted. “Now you two just cool down and tell me what’s going on.”
Since Marie remained silent, Angel began.
“This is Sunny Tyler, AKA Nightshade, AKA Marie Haven. She was a manager in the WWF where I used to work. She, Bobby Heenan, and my then best friend, Mr. Perfect Curt Hennig all worked for Ric Flair. Mr. P fell in love with her, and after a time [6 hours], she fell in love with him. Then one day, Ric Flair and Marty Jannetty, whom I managed, had a match. At the end of the match, as I was helping Marty onto a stretcher, she whomped me on the back of the head with a pair of brass knuckles. From what Mr. P told me, he and Nightshade here got into a huge fight, and she left him heartbroken. Later, she sent him a letter sprayed with a perfume he was terribly allergic to. If I hadn’t heard him sneezing and thrown away the letter, who knows what would have happened to him.”
Scott was in a state of utter disbelief. “Marie?”
“Curt told you half of it, my dear, he must’ve left out the fact that I was only doing my job and that he broke my heart. Up until then he was the only man I had ever loved, and then I found out that he was running around with you!”
“Running around with me? We were best friends, we never did so much as hold hands!! And anyway, what gave you the right to send him that note? God knows what you could have done to him!”
“I would take that back if I could, but I can’t.”
“Look, Marie, or Sunny, or whatever, we’ve had our problems in the past, and don’t think that I’m about to forgive you right now, but let’s put this fight on hold for Scotty’s sake, OK?”
“Deal.”
“Scotty, are you allright?” Angel would have liked to clasp his hand or squeeze his shoulder, but she did not for fear of angering Marie.
“What happened to you after you left the WWF, Marie?” he asked, eyes shut tightly.
“I was heartbroken. I changed my lifestyle, moved to Michigan, and changed my name – legally.” She eyed Angel. “After a while, I met you, Scott, and I fell in love again.”
Scotty opened his eyes – there were tears forming in the corners. [huzzah!] “You told me I was the first.”
“You were.”
“You never … ”
“No.”
He sighed, almost a sigh of relief. “I don’t believe this.” He whispered.
“Believe it, Scott,” said Marie. “And you believe this, Angel. I may not seem to be the most likeable person in the world, but obviously I can’t be all that bad if two of your best friends fell in love with me.”
Angel made no reply.
“Have you ever been in love, Angel?” she asked with an edge to her voice.
“Yes.” Angel responded quietly.
“I’m surprised. You’ve got the looks to have just about anyone. Why waste your time on love?”
Angel narrowed her eyes. “Do you honestly think I’m like that?” Angel’s voice was low and dangerous.
“You don’t want to know what I honestly think of you.”
“I don’t’ have to take this. Especially not from you.” She turned to Scott. “I’ll be in the car, Scott. I’m sorry you had to be a part of this.” A tear slid down her cheek, and she ran out of Marie’s house to Scotty’s car.
About ten minutes later, Scott opened the driver side of his car door [huh?] and started the engine.
“There are tissues in the glove compartment.” He said.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“Are you OK?”
She nodded. “Are you?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’m still kind of shocked, I guess. How long were you and Marie in the WWF together?”
“About 6 months. Scott, I hope you don’t mind, but I really don’t want to talk about this anymore, allright?”
“Sure, Ang.”
They spent the rest of the drive home in silence. Scott pulled up to Angel’s hotel.
“Thanks for the ride, Scott. I’m so sorry about what happened tonight. I hope you two work things out.”
Scott kissed Angel on the cheek. “Don’t blame yourself, Angel. This ain’t noone’s fault, and Marie and I will be OK.”
“I hope so.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I’ll try.”
“Ang?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t cry anymore, huh?”
“Okay.” She managed a little smile to ease his concern. “Keep in touch.”
“You got it.”
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NOTES:
1) What the heck did Marie do that was all that bad? She punched Angel in the head during a freaking wrestling match and then pulled what basically amounted to a practical joke on Mr. P. I don’t really see why she had to quit her job and change her name. Also … I don’t really blame her for thinking that he and Ang were more than “best friends.” If my husband had a female friend who was as free with the hugs and “light kisses” as Angel, I might be a little suspicious. Then again, if my husband cried as often and as easily as any of my characters, we probably wouldn’t have made it to the altar in the first place.
2) Notice how Marie swears to Scott that he’s been her one and only between the sheets. If we revisit this chapter, we will find that she proclaims herself to be a Jezebel. Was she lying then or is she lying now? Or is this simply further evidence of my ineptitude as a writer? Hmmm. At any rate, any character who hates Angel is a winner in my book. Keep on keepin’ on, Nightshade.
3) The Delgado Hotel? The Cascade Inn? Silver Lake Hotel? Why didn’t anyone ever stay in a Super 8?
COMING UP NEXT …
Angel shares all of her recent troubles with Chris in a sickeningly sweet letter and then confronts Marcus about that crap he pulled in chapter 20. Intrigued? Then join us next time for … Chapter 22: Forgive, but don’t forget.
But I digress. We now return to the trials and tribulations of Angel n' friends. This one’s gonna take us back, folks. Don’t worry if you’re not completely familiar with the pre-WCW portion of Angel’s saga … she rehashes it for you. But if you’re a new reader and are interested in the older stuff, it’s all waiting for you in the archives.
So … what better way to start off the new year than with A SURPRISE? What’s the surprise, you ask? Oh, I’m not spoiling it for you. It spoils itself by being so sucktacular.
Chapter 21: A Surprise
The telephone rang. Angel screamed. She was reading Pet Sematary (for the 3rd time) in a hotel in Michigan. She put down the book and answered the phone.
“Ang! What’s wrong?” [wait … didn’t we all laugh at this “hilarious” scenario a mere two chapters ago?]
“Nothing. I was just reading Pet Sematary. How are you, Scotty?”
“Fine, thanks. How’d you know it was me?” [maybe she could hear your muscles bulging over the phone.]
“You’re the only man who calls me Ang. What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you were free today.”
“Yeah, why?”
“I’d like you to meet Marie.”
“Oh! I’d love to! Only I don’t have much in the way of transportation.” [? How did she get to her hotel? How is she planning on leaving her hotel? ]
“No prob! I can pick you up. You’re staying in the Silver Lake Hotel, right?”
“How’d you know?”
“WCW always stayed there in Michigan. Don’t ask me why.”
“Ok. I’ll wait in the lobby.”
“How about 1:00?”
“Sounds great.”
(Scotty and Angel are in Scott’s car, driving to Marie’s house) [seamless transition! Seamless!]
“So, Scotty, what’s Marie like?”
“Oh, she’s really nice, and she’s so smart. She also happens to be beautiful.” [wait … did someone clone Angel?]
“Sounds perfect. What’s she look like?”
“She’s got shoulder-length black hair and these really bright green eyes. They’re incredible.”
They spent the rest of the drive chatting casually about just about everything.
They arrived at Marie’s home. It was fairly large, with a stucco finish.
Scott used a key to open the door. The interior was lovely, the floors were covered in thick cream colored carpeting and the rest of the room was a light coffee color.
“Marie, hon, we’re back. Come meet Angelica.”
An attractive woman stopped into the room. She looked incredibly familiar to Angel. Then it hit her.
Marie also immediately recognized Angel. No one spoke. The two women stared at each other with a mixture of hate and shock in their eyes.
“Nightshade.” whispered Angel.
“Angel” Marie whispered back [I’ll bet she pronounced it with a “j”]
“You two know each other?” Scott asked tentatively.
“Oh, we know each other all too well,” said Marie.
“Wait a minute. What’s going on? Who’s Nightshade?”
“So how many other names have you got, Sunny?”
“You little bi--.”
“Stop it!” Scott interrupted. “Now you two just cool down and tell me what’s going on.”
Since Marie remained silent, Angel began.
“This is Sunny Tyler, AKA Nightshade, AKA Marie Haven. She was a manager in the WWF where I used to work. She, Bobby Heenan, and my then best friend, Mr. Perfect Curt Hennig all worked for Ric Flair. Mr. P fell in love with her, and after a time [6 hours], she fell in love with him. Then one day, Ric Flair and Marty Jannetty, whom I managed, had a match. At the end of the match, as I was helping Marty onto a stretcher, she whomped me on the back of the head with a pair of brass knuckles. From what Mr. P told me, he and Nightshade here got into a huge fight, and she left him heartbroken. Later, she sent him a letter sprayed with a perfume he was terribly allergic to. If I hadn’t heard him sneezing and thrown away the letter, who knows what would have happened to him.”
Scott was in a state of utter disbelief. “Marie?”
“Curt told you half of it, my dear, he must’ve left out the fact that I was only doing my job and that he broke my heart. Up until then he was the only man I had ever loved, and then I found out that he was running around with you!”
“Running around with me? We were best friends, we never did so much as hold hands!! And anyway, what gave you the right to send him that note? God knows what you could have done to him!”
“I would take that back if I could, but I can’t.”
“Look, Marie, or Sunny, or whatever, we’ve had our problems in the past, and don’t think that I’m about to forgive you right now, but let’s put this fight on hold for Scotty’s sake, OK?”
“Deal.”
“Scotty, are you allright?” Angel would have liked to clasp his hand or squeeze his shoulder, but she did not for fear of angering Marie.
“What happened to you after you left the WWF, Marie?” he asked, eyes shut tightly.
“I was heartbroken. I changed my lifestyle, moved to Michigan, and changed my name – legally.” She eyed Angel. “After a while, I met you, Scott, and I fell in love again.”
Scotty opened his eyes – there were tears forming in the corners. [huzzah!] “You told me I was the first.”
“You were.”
“You never … ”
“No.”
He sighed, almost a sigh of relief. “I don’t believe this.” He whispered.
“Believe it, Scott,” said Marie. “And you believe this, Angel. I may not seem to be the most likeable person in the world, but obviously I can’t be all that bad if two of your best friends fell in love with me.”
Angel made no reply.
“Have you ever been in love, Angel?” she asked with an edge to her voice.
“Yes.” Angel responded quietly.
“I’m surprised. You’ve got the looks to have just about anyone. Why waste your time on love?”
Angel narrowed her eyes. “Do you honestly think I’m like that?” Angel’s voice was low and dangerous.
“You don’t want to know what I honestly think of you.”
“I don’t’ have to take this. Especially not from you.” She turned to Scott. “I’ll be in the car, Scott. I’m sorry you had to be a part of this.” A tear slid down her cheek, and she ran out of Marie’s house to Scotty’s car.
About ten minutes later, Scott opened the driver side of his car door [huh?] and started the engine.
“There are tissues in the glove compartment.” He said.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“Are you OK?”
She nodded. “Are you?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’m still kind of shocked, I guess. How long were you and Marie in the WWF together?”
“About 6 months. Scott, I hope you don’t mind, but I really don’t want to talk about this anymore, allright?”
“Sure, Ang.”
They spent the rest of the drive home in silence. Scott pulled up to Angel’s hotel.
“Thanks for the ride, Scott. I’m so sorry about what happened tonight. I hope you two work things out.”
Scott kissed Angel on the cheek. “Don’t blame yourself, Angel. This ain’t noone’s fault, and Marie and I will be OK.”
“I hope so.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I’ll try.”
“Ang?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t cry anymore, huh?”
“Okay.” She managed a little smile to ease his concern. “Keep in touch.”
“You got it.”
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NOTES:
1) What the heck did Marie do that was all that bad? She punched Angel in the head during a freaking wrestling match and then pulled what basically amounted to a practical joke on Mr. P. I don’t really see why she had to quit her job and change her name. Also … I don’t really blame her for thinking that he and Ang were more than “best friends.” If my husband had a female friend who was as free with the hugs and “light kisses” as Angel, I might be a little suspicious. Then again, if my husband cried as often and as easily as any of my characters, we probably wouldn’t have made it to the altar in the first place.
2) Notice how Marie swears to Scott that he’s been her one and only between the sheets. If we revisit this chapter, we will find that she proclaims herself to be a Jezebel. Was she lying then or is she lying now? Or is this simply further evidence of my ineptitude as a writer? Hmmm. At any rate, any character who hates Angel is a winner in my book. Keep on keepin’ on, Nightshade.
3) The Delgado Hotel? The Cascade Inn? Silver Lake Hotel? Why didn’t anyone ever stay in a Super 8?
COMING UP NEXT …
Angel shares all of her recent troubles with Chris in a sickeningly sweet letter and then confronts Marcus about that crap he pulled in chapter 20. Intrigued? Then join us next time for … Chapter 22: Forgive, but don’t forget.
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