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
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Chapter 20: Abandoned
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
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 16, 2008
Chapter 18: Monday's Card
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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.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Chapter 3: Sting’s Party
Welcome back to another action-packed chapter of the life and times of the world's least interesting protagonist. Hold on to your red bell peppers, it's ...
Chapter 3: Sting’s Party
Although Angelica hardly ever fussed about what to wear [which nurse’s uniform is a purer white?], she found herself doing just that now. She had never been on the cutting edge of fashion, she always just bought comfortable clothes she thought looked nice on her. [what an iconoclast]
She finally settled on an apricot tee-shirt with a slight v-neck, and black denim shorts. She tucked the shirt into the shorts and puffed it out. She left on her pair of white open toe sandals and tied her hair into a French braid. [HAWT]
She seldom wore makeup, but when she was little, she had to wear nail polish to stop her from biting her fingernails. Even though she was completely over that habit, Angel still liked to paint her fingernails, and sometimes her toenails too. She removed all of the neon–green nailpolish she had applied on her fingernails and put on some clear. After a final check in her half-length mirror, she was ready to go. [woman, a full-length mirror would have perhaps convinced you to change your shoes, at the very least]
When she arrived at the party, the music was on loud. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. She didn’t like modern music at all [autobiography, here we go]. Doo-wop was her thing. She’d take the Mello-Kings or the Passions over the Red Hot Something Peppers or that guy, Iced Tea, or Lemonade, or whoever.
Sting answered the doorbell. When she looked in she recognized a few faces. Dustin Rhodes, Missy Hyatt, Marc Bagwell, and Ron Simmons. Oh, there was 2 Cold Scorpio!
“Hi Sting!” she said, handing him a box and hugging him.
“Hi Angel. Glad you could make it! What’s in the box?” he inquired, shaking it.
“Chocolate chip cookies. Hope you don’t mind. I baked them this afternoon.”
“Thanks a lot. I’m sure they’re delicious.” He said happily. “You know, I can’t remember the last time I had a home made chocolate chip cookie” [me either. Mmm.]
He led her into the party and introduced her to the people she didn’t know. The last people they came to were Rick and Scott, the Steiner Brothers.
“Rick, Scott, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine, Angelica Kerris, and if you’ll excuse me, the chips need refilling. See ya later.”
“So, Angelica, what do you do in the WCW?” asked Scott.
“I’m a first-aid nurse. I used to work in the WWF, but, uh …. I ran into some …. uh, problems.”
“Got a nickname, Angelica?”
“Angel.”
“Can I call you Angie?” asked Rick.
“Sure.” She said smiling. She looked at them both. She had seen them before, in pictures and on TV, but in person, they were incredible. Scot was tall and very muscular. He had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. His older brother, Rick, was a little bit shorter and stouter. He had brown eyes and short brown hair. He had a moustache that extended down to the base of his chin. They were both clad and T-shirts and jeans, but Rick was also wearing one of those headbands that had springy antennae on them. [oh, what a nut!]. Both seemed nice.
Scott thought that Angelica, no, he’d call her Ang, was very pretty, Nice figure, gorgeous blue eyes, beautiful blonde hair. If he didn’t already have a girlfriend …… stop thinking that, Scott, he told himself. Do you want this thing to work out with Marie or not?
Unlike Scott, Rick took his first impressions of people from their personalities. Rick thought that Angie was pretty friendly, although she was a bit … normal. Wait a minute … scratch that …
“Hey, great toenail polish.” He said sincerely.
Quickly, Angel looked down at her feet. She was still wearing her neon green toenail polish! [OMG! party fowl!]
“Oh … uh, thanks. I didn’t quite plan to be wearing it, but thanks anyway.”
“Hey, it’s you, Angie.” He said, laughing.
Scott rolled his eyes. “I’ll see you guys around later.” He said.
“Where ya goin’ Scotty?” asked Rick.
“I’m just gonna mingle for a while” he said, walking away.
“Hey, here comes Dustin!”
Dustin Rhodes walked up to both of them. His blonde hair was combed back. His blue eyes glittered. Jeans and a T-shirt covered his muscular, yet lanky figure.
“Hey Rick, hey Angel.” He gave Rick a quick hug and bent over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Rick raised his eyebrows. Angel elbowed him and giggled. “I see you two have met.”
“Yeah. Hey, Sorry to cut this conversation short, but I’m gonna find Scott. Catch you guys later.”
“Bye!” said Angel. It was amazing. She had just met him about ten minutes ago and she already felt like an old friend. [huh?]
“Angel, can we go and talk somewhere?”
“Sure, Dustin, is everything ok?”
“Well, not really.” [uh oh … I smell something that rhymes with flegregious flying] They both walked to a couch in a corner away from the loud noise of the party. “You see, I’ve gotta talk about it to someone, or I feel like I’m going to explode. You understand?” They sat down.
“I’ve got the same feelings. So what’s wrong?”
“Well,” he said with a sigh, “You probably know by now that Barry [that’s his tag team partner, Barry Windham] and I have been going through some rough times. We’ve had our share of fights before, and some of them were pretty bad, but we always seemed to bounce back from them. This time, though, we’re not bouncing very well. The fights just get worse and worse. We can hardly look at e ach other without one of us starting something up. It hasn’t gotten physical, but I’m really afraid that one day it might. Barry and I were closer than brothers. I don’t’ want to see our friendship end like this. to think of all the good times we’ve had …” he looked off and his eyes clouded with tears. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Said Angel, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Dustin, your friendship with Barry isn’t over. Something is bound to happen to change things.” She said softly.
“You’re right, Angel, I just hope that that something isn’t bad.” He hugged her and thanked her, and then went off to see if Scorpio wanted to give him that dance lesson he had promised now [good golly]. Somehow, Angel just couldn’t picture Dustin dancing like 2 Cold Scorpio.
Meanwhile, Rick had finally caught up with Scotty. He was in the kitchen, on the telephone. Rick caught up the tail end of their conversation.
“Marie … Marie, stop it! You know how I …. Fine then! Allright … me too … OK bye.”
“You guys get into another fight?” Asked Rick, spring antennae bobbing.
“Yeah” Scott said shaking his head and exhaling in disgust. “I just called her to ask her what time to pick her up and we got into that!”
“What do you mean? What were you two fighting about?”
“Oh nothing that big,” he said quickly.
Angel decided to check out the munchies. She grabbed a red bell pepper stick. They were her favorite veggie. Oh wait, they had seeds. They were a fruit. While she thought about it, Missy Hyatt came up to the table to grab some Chips.
“Hi Missy.” Angel said.
“Oh … hi.” Said an unethused and frosty-sounding Missy Hyatt. She quickly moved away from Angel. Geez! What’s with her? She thought. Marcus was walking towards her.
“Hey, Angel. Come here often?” asked Marc in his rich, melodious voice. She was so beautiful, especially tonight. Her outfit hugged every curve [?!? She’s wearing a t-shirt tucked into black denim shorts!]. Her long legs tapered into white sandals and …
“Hey … nice toenail polish” he said sarcastically.
“Thanks” she said sourly. She looked down at her watch and frowned. “Sorry to cut this short, Marc, but Bill Watts wants me at the Missouri Omni by 7:00 and if I’m gonna make it there, I’d better leave now.”
“Wait—before you go. There’s something I’ve got to give you.”
He drew her near to him and kissed her passionately.
“Bye.” He said.
“See you later!” said Angel. That was one of the most incredible moments of my life, thought Angel as she said goodbye to everyone. Marcus prayed that Missy didn’t see that. She’d kill him! [dunt dunt DUNNNN!]
NOTES:
1) when will Angel stop marveling over the fact that the wrestlers she meets are muscular? They’re EFFING WRESTLERS.
2) Scott has a girlfriend named Marie … hmm … where have we read that name before? Look out, Scott!
3) What kind of a craptacular party was this? There are chips, cookies, and red bell peppers, but no booze. Also, it’s in full swing well before 7 PM? This sounds like a birthday party for … wait for it … a middle schooler. I was so lame that I couldn’t even imagine parties cooler than the ones I’d been to in seventh grade. Actually, now that I think about it, I got invited to some rockin’ bar mitzvahs that put Sting’s fete to shame. Shout out to Adam Glassman … yours was the best. Here’s to hoping that your name is common enough that no one googles you and comes across this page. Potential employers of Adam Glassman, please know that he’s the smartest person I’ve ever met, and you should totally hire him even though he invited the author of this pabulum to his bar mitzvah.
COMING UP NEXT: Angel and Bobby have a hideously boring conversation in which we learn more of her fascinating backstory and she rewrites history a little bit. Dustin treats us to an extended monologue in which he discusses the details of his troubles with Barry. Odds of him holding himself together enough to manage not to cry: 0 to 1. Join us next time for …. Chapter 4: The Omni
Chapter 3: Sting’s Party
Although Angelica hardly ever fussed about what to wear [which nurse’s uniform is a purer white?], she found herself doing just that now. She had never been on the cutting edge of fashion, she always just bought comfortable clothes she thought looked nice on her. [what an iconoclast]
She finally settled on an apricot tee-shirt with a slight v-neck, and black denim shorts. She tucked the shirt into the shorts and puffed it out. She left on her pair of white open toe sandals and tied her hair into a French braid. [HAWT]
She seldom wore makeup, but when she was little, she had to wear nail polish to stop her from biting her fingernails. Even though she was completely over that habit, Angel still liked to paint her fingernails, and sometimes her toenails too. She removed all of the neon–green nailpolish she had applied on her fingernails and put on some clear. After a final check in her half-length mirror, she was ready to go. [woman, a full-length mirror would have perhaps convinced you to change your shoes, at the very least]
When she arrived at the party, the music was on loud. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. She didn’t like modern music at all [autobiography, here we go]. Doo-wop was her thing. She’d take the Mello-Kings or the Passions over the Red Hot Something Peppers or that guy, Iced Tea, or Lemonade, or whoever.
Sting answered the doorbell. When she looked in she recognized a few faces. Dustin Rhodes, Missy Hyatt, Marc Bagwell, and Ron Simmons. Oh, there was 2 Cold Scorpio!
“Hi Sting!” she said, handing him a box and hugging him.
“Hi Angel. Glad you could make it! What’s in the box?” he inquired, shaking it.
“Chocolate chip cookies. Hope you don’t mind. I baked them this afternoon.”
“Thanks a lot. I’m sure they’re delicious.” He said happily. “You know, I can’t remember the last time I had a home made chocolate chip cookie” [me either. Mmm.]
He led her into the party and introduced her to the people she didn’t know. The last people they came to were Rick and Scott, the Steiner Brothers.
“Rick, Scott, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine, Angelica Kerris, and if you’ll excuse me, the chips need refilling. See ya later.”
“So, Angelica, what do you do in the WCW?” asked Scott.
“I’m a first-aid nurse. I used to work in the WWF, but, uh …. I ran into some …. uh, problems.”
“Got a nickname, Angelica?”
“Angel.”
“Can I call you Angie?” asked Rick.
“Sure.” She said smiling. She looked at them both. She had seen them before, in pictures and on TV, but in person, they were incredible. Scot was tall and very muscular. He had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. His older brother, Rick, was a little bit shorter and stouter. He had brown eyes and short brown hair. He had a moustache that extended down to the base of his chin. They were both clad and T-shirts and jeans, but Rick was also wearing one of those headbands that had springy antennae on them. [oh, what a nut!]. Both seemed nice.
Scott thought that Angelica, no, he’d call her Ang, was very pretty, Nice figure, gorgeous blue eyes, beautiful blonde hair. If he didn’t already have a girlfriend …… stop thinking that, Scott, he told himself. Do you want this thing to work out with Marie or not?
Unlike Scott, Rick took his first impressions of people from their personalities. Rick thought that Angie was pretty friendly, although she was a bit … normal. Wait a minute … scratch that …
“Hey, great toenail polish.” He said sincerely.
Quickly, Angel looked down at her feet. She was still wearing her neon green toenail polish! [OMG! party fowl!]
“Oh … uh, thanks. I didn’t quite plan to be wearing it, but thanks anyway.”
“Hey, it’s you, Angie.” He said, laughing.
Scott rolled his eyes. “I’ll see you guys around later.” He said.
“Where ya goin’ Scotty?” asked Rick.
“I’m just gonna mingle for a while” he said, walking away.
“Hey, here comes Dustin!”
Dustin Rhodes walked up to both of them. His blonde hair was combed back. His blue eyes glittered. Jeans and a T-shirt covered his muscular, yet lanky figure.
“Hey Rick, hey Angel.” He gave Rick a quick hug and bent over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Rick raised his eyebrows. Angel elbowed him and giggled. “I see you two have met.”
“Yeah. Hey, Sorry to cut this conversation short, but I’m gonna find Scott. Catch you guys later.”
“Bye!” said Angel. It was amazing. She had just met him about ten minutes ago and she already felt like an old friend. [huh?]
“Angel, can we go and talk somewhere?”
“Sure, Dustin, is everything ok?”
“Well, not really.” [uh oh … I smell something that rhymes with flegregious flying] They both walked to a couch in a corner away from the loud noise of the party. “You see, I’ve gotta talk about it to someone, or I feel like I’m going to explode. You understand?” They sat down.
“I’ve got the same feelings. So what’s wrong?”
“Well,” he said with a sigh, “You probably know by now that Barry [that’s his tag team partner, Barry Windham] and I have been going through some rough times. We’ve had our share of fights before, and some of them were pretty bad, but we always seemed to bounce back from them. This time, though, we’re not bouncing very well. The fights just get worse and worse. We can hardly look at e ach other without one of us starting something up. It hasn’t gotten physical, but I’m really afraid that one day it might. Barry and I were closer than brothers. I don’t’ want to see our friendship end like this. to think of all the good times we’ve had …” he looked off and his eyes clouded with tears. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Said Angel, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Dustin, your friendship with Barry isn’t over. Something is bound to happen to change things.” She said softly.
“You’re right, Angel, I just hope that that something isn’t bad.” He hugged her and thanked her, and then went off to see if Scorpio wanted to give him that dance lesson he had promised now [good golly]. Somehow, Angel just couldn’t picture Dustin dancing like 2 Cold Scorpio.
Meanwhile, Rick had finally caught up with Scotty. He was in the kitchen, on the telephone. Rick caught up the tail end of their conversation.
“Marie … Marie, stop it! You know how I …. Fine then! Allright … me too … OK bye.”
“You guys get into another fight?” Asked Rick, spring antennae bobbing.
“Yeah” Scott said shaking his head and exhaling in disgust. “I just called her to ask her what time to pick her up and we got into that!”
“What do you mean? What were you two fighting about?”
“Oh nothing that big,” he said quickly.
Angel decided to check out the munchies. She grabbed a red bell pepper stick. They were her favorite veggie. Oh wait, they had seeds. They were a fruit. While she thought about it, Missy Hyatt came up to the table to grab some Chips.
“Hi Missy.” Angel said.
“Oh … hi.” Said an unethused and frosty-sounding Missy Hyatt. She quickly moved away from Angel. Geez! What’s with her? She thought. Marcus was walking towards her.
“Hey, Angel. Come here often?” asked Marc in his rich, melodious voice. She was so beautiful, especially tonight. Her outfit hugged every curve [?!? She’s wearing a t-shirt tucked into black denim shorts!]. Her long legs tapered into white sandals and …
“Hey … nice toenail polish” he said sarcastically.
“Thanks” she said sourly. She looked down at her watch and frowned. “Sorry to cut this short, Marc, but Bill Watts wants me at the Missouri Omni by 7:00 and if I’m gonna make it there, I’d better leave now.”
“Wait—before you go. There’s something I’ve got to give you.”
He drew her near to him and kissed her passionately.
“Bye.” He said.
“See you later!” said Angel. That was one of the most incredible moments of my life, thought Angel as she said goodbye to everyone. Marcus prayed that Missy didn’t see that. She’d kill him! [dunt dunt DUNNNN!]
NOTES:
1) when will Angel stop marveling over the fact that the wrestlers she meets are muscular? They’re EFFING WRESTLERS.
2) Scott has a girlfriend named Marie … hmm … where have we read that name before? Look out, Scott!
3) What kind of a craptacular party was this? There are chips, cookies, and red bell peppers, but no booze. Also, it’s in full swing well before 7 PM? This sounds like a birthday party for … wait for it … a middle schooler. I was so lame that I couldn’t even imagine parties cooler than the ones I’d been to in seventh grade. Actually, now that I think about it, I got invited to some rockin’ bar mitzvahs that put Sting’s fete to shame. Shout out to Adam Glassman … yours was the best. Here’s to hoping that your name is common enough that no one googles you and comes across this page. Potential employers of Adam Glassman, please know that he’s the smartest person I’ve ever met, and you should totally hire him even though he invited the author of this pabulum to his bar mitzvah.
COMING UP NEXT: Angel and Bobby have a hideously boring conversation in which we learn more of her fascinating backstory and she rewrites history a little bit. Dustin treats us to an extended monologue in which he discusses the details of his troubles with Barry. Odds of him holding himself together enough to manage not to cry: 0 to 1. Join us next time for …. Chapter 4: The Omni
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Chapter 2: New Friends, New Enemies
I know you’ve all been lying awake at night, minds reeling as you contemplated the life and times of Angel. Well rest easy, friends. My job takes a back seat to …
Chapter 2: New Friends, New Enemies
In her first two weeks at WCW, she had made many friends, as well as a few enemies. Well, not exactly enemies, just people she didn’t quite hit it off with. Barry Windham was one of those people. She guessed that after he had seen her chatting and laughing with Dustin Rhodes, whom he hadn’t been happy with latterly, he branded her by association. She liked Dustin. He was very personable and had a great sense of humor. (he was pretty good looking too!) But she didn’t like him that way. Not really. She had her heart set on Marc Bagwell. Marc was all she had ever hoped for in a man. He was gorgeous, smart, funny, and above all, nice. To Angel, a guy could be the smartest, most handsome comedian on Earth, but if he wasn’t nice, then some other fickle girl could have him. From what she knew, Marcus Alexander Bagwell was nice, honest, compassionate, and drop-dead gorgeous. Okay, so maybe looks did matter a little. But how could any girl refuse those deep pools of brown eyes, that soft brown hair, that fabulous smile, or that terrific muscular body? And best of all, he seemed to like her too. Her other friends in WCW included Madusa Miceli, Bobby Eaton, Sting, and a friend just made recently [was he sculpted out of play-doh?], 2 Cold Scorpio.
She didn’t really get along with Paul Orndorf, Rick Rude, Paul E. Dangerously (all 3 of them were too obnoxious for her) and for some reason, Missy Hyatt just hated her. Angel didn’t really mind that. She thought Missy was an Airhead.
Madusa really became the first girl friend she’d had since she entered wrestling. She had always been surrounded by Men. Sherri had always had ill-tempered mood swings. She had always DESPISED Ms. Elizabeth [really???]. Angel couldn’t remember the last time she had just sat and had some girl talk. She liked Madusa. Angel thought that Madusa was intelligent, nice, and witty. A real breath of fresh air compared to the sometimes stuffy personalities she found in wrestlers [I distinctly remember being proud of that sentence. Wtf does that even mean?]
Bobby Eaton’s personality was so different from his friends. Rick was loud and obnoxious. Van Vader was just plain loud. Arn Anderson didn’t seem to trust her, and Paul was lewd and childish. [they sound like way more fun than any of the drips Angel hangs out with] Bobby, on the other hand, was very quiet and always nice to her. Basically, he was very agreeable, but awfully reserved. She liked him a lot. He was a good friend. His shoulder-length hair was dyed blond and he had dark blue eyes. His best friend Arn seemed to think that there was something between Angel and Bobby besides friendship, but she knew that he was happily married and really didn’t like him like that anyway.
Sting was wild and fun. He loved surfing, outdoor sports [as opposed to foosball?], and parties, in fact, he was throwing a party at his beach house this weekend. He had invited her and all of his friends from WCW, including the Steiner brothers, who had just moved to WWF.
She and 2 Cold Scorpio became friends after Marcus, who was best friends with Scorpio, introduced them. [take a deep breath, folks.] Scorpio had a great sense of humor, a flair for dancing, and street smarts. He never beat around the bush and always had good advice. He was really down to earth and always knew what was going on at all times. He looked an awful lot like Martin Lawrence [he totally does]. Wherever Angel went, she made friends quickly. She didn’t know what she would do without her friends [uhm, in the case of all her BFFs from WWF, totally forget them], and tonight, at Sting’s party, she would have the opportunity to make new ones.
1) The phrase “deep pools of brown eyes” is really kind of gross. I just imagine a vat of eyeballs.
2) Sorry again about 2 Cold Scorpio. In my defense, that was the way his character was portrayed. So first blame the WCW marketing team, then blame me.
Well … now that we have some exciting background information, it’s time to meet a whole ‘nother bunch of new characters! Here is where stuff starts getting good (and by good, I of course mean just terrible) … we get to meet Dustin Rhodes, an effusive hugger, and Rick and Scott Steiner … one of whom is an irrepressible goofball and the other of whom is … oh shoot, you’ll find out soon. I ain’t spoiling one of the stupidest storylines I’ve ever written. BONUS: egregious crying. Yes. At a party. SUPER BONUS: detailed description of the outfit Angel wears to the party. Tune in next time for … Chapter 3: Sting’s Party.
Chapter 2: New Friends, New Enemies
In her first two weeks at WCW, she had made many friends, as well as a few enemies. Well, not exactly enemies, just people she didn’t quite hit it off with. Barry Windham was one of those people. She guessed that after he had seen her chatting and laughing with Dustin Rhodes, whom he hadn’t been happy with latterly, he branded her by association. She liked Dustin. He was very personable and had a great sense of humor. (he was pretty good looking too!) But she didn’t like him that way. Not really. She had her heart set on Marc Bagwell. Marc was all she had ever hoped for in a man. He was gorgeous, smart, funny, and above all, nice. To Angel, a guy could be the smartest, most handsome comedian on Earth, but if he wasn’t nice, then some other fickle girl could have him. From what she knew, Marcus Alexander Bagwell was nice, honest, compassionate, and drop-dead gorgeous. Okay, so maybe looks did matter a little. But how could any girl refuse those deep pools of brown eyes, that soft brown hair, that fabulous smile, or that terrific muscular body? And best of all, he seemed to like her too. Her other friends in WCW included Madusa Miceli, Bobby Eaton, Sting, and a friend just made recently [was he sculpted out of play-doh?], 2 Cold Scorpio.
She didn’t really get along with Paul Orndorf, Rick Rude, Paul E. Dangerously (all 3 of them were too obnoxious for her) and for some reason, Missy Hyatt just hated her. Angel didn’t really mind that. She thought Missy was an Airhead.
Madusa really became the first girl friend she’d had since she entered wrestling. She had always been surrounded by Men. Sherri had always had ill-tempered mood swings. She had always DESPISED Ms. Elizabeth [really???]. Angel couldn’t remember the last time she had just sat and had some girl talk. She liked Madusa. Angel thought that Madusa was intelligent, nice, and witty. A real breath of fresh air compared to the sometimes stuffy personalities she found in wrestlers [I distinctly remember being proud of that sentence. Wtf does that even mean?]
Bobby Eaton’s personality was so different from his friends. Rick was loud and obnoxious. Van Vader was just plain loud. Arn Anderson didn’t seem to trust her, and Paul was lewd and childish. [they sound like way more fun than any of the drips Angel hangs out with] Bobby, on the other hand, was very quiet and always nice to her. Basically, he was very agreeable, but awfully reserved. She liked him a lot. He was a good friend. His shoulder-length hair was dyed blond and he had dark blue eyes. His best friend Arn seemed to think that there was something between Angel and Bobby besides friendship, but she knew that he was happily married and really didn’t like him like that anyway.
Sting was wild and fun. He loved surfing, outdoor sports [as opposed to foosball?], and parties, in fact, he was throwing a party at his beach house this weekend. He had invited her and all of his friends from WCW, including the Steiner brothers, who had just moved to WWF.
She and 2 Cold Scorpio became friends after Marcus, who was best friends with Scorpio, introduced them. [take a deep breath, folks.] Scorpio had a great sense of humor, a flair for dancing, and street smarts. He never beat around the bush and always had good advice. He was really down to earth and always knew what was going on at all times. He looked an awful lot like Martin Lawrence [he totally does]. Wherever Angel went, she made friends quickly. She didn’t know what she would do without her friends [uhm, in the case of all her BFFs from WWF, totally forget them], and tonight, at Sting’s party, she would have the opportunity to make new ones.
1) The phrase “deep pools of brown eyes” is really kind of gross. I just imagine a vat of eyeballs.
2) Sorry again about 2 Cold Scorpio. In my defense, that was the way his character was portrayed. So first blame the WCW marketing team, then blame me.
Well … now that we have some exciting background information, it’s time to meet a whole ‘nother bunch of new characters! Here is where stuff starts getting good (and by good, I of course mean just terrible) … we get to meet Dustin Rhodes, an effusive hugger, and Rick and Scott Steiner … one of whom is an irrepressible goofball and the other of whom is … oh shoot, you’ll find out soon. I ain’t spoiling one of the stupidest storylines I’ve ever written. BONUS: egregious crying. Yes. At a party. SUPER BONUS: detailed description of the outfit Angel wears to the party. Tune in next time for … Chapter 3: Sting’s Party.
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