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)
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, December 22, 2008
Chapter 19: The Letter
Whee! The holidays are upon us. I'll be posting one today, one tomorrow, and then nothing for about a week. Got to go visit the family and whatnot. So today's may be short, but tomorrow's will make up for it ... because it's really, really stupid.
Excelsior!
Chapter 19: The Letter
It had been almost a month since Bobby and Madusa had left. Angel was sitting in her house, reading Nightmares and Dreamscapes, Stephen King's latest novel. The phone rang and she screamed.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sunshine! Why so out of breath?"
"Chris! I was just erading this story about living teeth, and the phone frightened me."
"A story about what?"
"Nevermind. What's up?"
"Guess what!"
"What?"
"I got a letter today from All Japan Wrestling. THey want me to go on a 3 week tour!"
"That's great!!! But what'll I do without you?"
"Don't worry, it's only 3 weeks. I'll call you every day."
"Oh Chris, I'm so happy for you!"
"I leave on Tuesday."
"Oh, go ahead and dampen my good spirits."
"I just did."
"Can you come over tonight?"
"Depends. Where are you?"
"Biloxi, Missouri, I think." [??? I thought she was home]
"Great! Me too! I'll come by after tonight's card."
"I'll be watiing"
"What hotel are you staying at?"
"Cascade Inn. [that sounds like a place on the side of the road where you can pay by the hour.] Chris, if you haven't the faintest idea where I am, then how in the world did you get my number?"
"Through the WCW Front Offices. THe seceratary is my cousin's friend."
"The weird one?"
"Yup. Well, get back to the terrible teeth. The dreaded dentures. The chaotic chompers, the ..."
"I get the point."
"Love you, Sunshine."
"I love you too, Chris."
---
NOTES:
1) So Angel’s reading Nightmares and Dreamscapes? What a coincidence! I was reading the same thing at the time! This makes it the fall of 1993. I am 13 at this point and had been reading King since I was 9. Yes, I started reading Stephen King when I was in fourth grade. My mother recommended them to me. I had a lot of trouble sleeping. But, on the plus side, it toughened me to the point where scary movies and books have very little effect on me these days. I can’t say the same for my husband, who actually hugged a ticket taker out of fear after watching 28 Weeks Later. Well then … back to Angel. What is she doing reading this? I really see her as more of a Nora Roberts fan. Unless Nora Roberts writes salacious stuff. I wouldn't know.
2) So this was a short chapter, but not a useless one ... I needed to get Chris off the scene for a little while, because I had no clue what to write about if it involved a happy couple (hence Marty's persistent flu), but it couldn't be anything too drastic.
3) Don't even try to understand why Angel is home but not, that they are in the same city but different hotels, that one is working but one is not, and that neither of them knows where the other is. It's not worth it.
COMING UP NEXT:
Contrivance, revenge, dumb crap, shouting in ALL CAPS, platonic hugs, tears, and garbage ... tune in tomorrow for ...
Chapter 20: Abandoned
Excelsior!
Chapter 19: The Letter
It had been almost a month since Bobby and Madusa had left. Angel was sitting in her house, reading Nightmares and Dreamscapes, Stephen King's latest novel. The phone rang and she screamed.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sunshine! Why so out of breath?"
"Chris! I was just erading this story about living teeth, and the phone frightened me."
"A story about what?"
"Nevermind. What's up?"
"Guess what!"
"What?"
"I got a letter today from All Japan Wrestling. THey want me to go on a 3 week tour!"
"That's great!!! But what'll I do without you?"
"Don't worry, it's only 3 weeks. I'll call you every day."
"Oh Chris, I'm so happy for you!"
"I leave on Tuesday."
"Oh, go ahead and dampen my good spirits."
"I just did."
"Can you come over tonight?"
"Depends. Where are you?"
"Biloxi, Missouri, I think." [??? I thought she was home]
"Great! Me too! I'll come by after tonight's card."
"I'll be watiing"
"What hotel are you staying at?"
"Cascade Inn. [that sounds like a place on the side of the road where you can pay by the hour.] Chris, if you haven't the faintest idea where I am, then how in the world did you get my number?"
"Through the WCW Front Offices. THe seceratary is my cousin's friend."
"The weird one?"
"Yup. Well, get back to the terrible teeth. The dreaded dentures. The chaotic chompers, the ..."
"I get the point."
"Love you, Sunshine."
"I love you too, Chris."
---
NOTES:
1) So Angel’s reading Nightmares and Dreamscapes? What a coincidence! I was reading the same thing at the time! This makes it the fall of 1993. I am 13 at this point and had been reading King since I was 9. Yes, I started reading Stephen King when I was in fourth grade. My mother recommended them to me. I had a lot of trouble sleeping. But, on the plus side, it toughened me to the point where scary movies and books have very little effect on me these days. I can’t say the same for my husband, who actually hugged a ticket taker out of fear after watching 28 Weeks Later. Well then … back to Angel. What is she doing reading this? I really see her as more of a Nora Roberts fan. Unless Nora Roberts writes salacious stuff. I wouldn't know.
2) So this was a short chapter, but not a useless one ... I needed to get Chris off the scene for a little while, because I had no clue what to write about if it involved a happy couple (hence Marty's persistent flu), but it couldn't be anything too drastic.
3) Don't even try to understand why Angel is home but not, that they are in the same city but different hotels, that one is working but one is not, and that neither of them knows where the other is. It's not worth it.
COMING UP NEXT:
Contrivance, revenge, dumb crap, shouting in ALL CAPS, platonic hugs, tears, and garbage ... tune in tomorrow for ...
Chapter 20: Abandoned
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Chapter 14: Chris and Angel
There's turkey/tofurkey in the oven, Scott and Marie are back together .... Ah, love is in the air. Let's see if I developed any better an idea of what happens on a first date in ...
Chapter 14: Chris and Angel
Chris had never been so nervous in his life. Asking Angel out was hard, but knocking on her door was next to impossible.
Earlier that day, when he had asked her for a date, he knew that if she had said no, his heart would break and he would probably slip into a coma, or maybe move to Zimbabwe. Thank goodness she said yes.
Angel answered her doorbell. She had been very surprised when Chris asked her out. He was cute. He had light brown eyes and soft brown hair. He had high cheekbones and a kind of pointy nose. It was worth a shot. She had to get over Marcus [seriously? you're still hung up on that guy? IT WAS ONE DATE]
"Hi Angel. You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Chris."
He handed her a single white rose.
"Oh! It's beautiful. Thank you." She kissed him on the cheek [trollop!]
"Do you like Italian?"
"Sure!"
"I'm from Alberta, Canada, but my cousin lives around here. He told me about a restaurant. Lucia's. Ever heard of it?"
"No. I just moved here about 6 months ago from Rhode Island. About the only place I know is the pizza parlor down the street."
They got into Chris' car and he began to drive. After about 15 minutes of driving around, Chris started to get nervous. Here he was in a strange town, on a strange street, using directions he recieved from a rather strange cousin. Here he was making a fool of himself in front of the most beautiful girl in the whole world.
"Chris? Is everything OK?"
"Yes. No. Angel, this is embarassing. I'm hopelessly lost. Do you have any idea where we are?"
"I think so. I can get you back to my house and we can order pizza or something."
"Sounds fine." As Chris followed Angel's directions home, he resisted the urge to hit his head against the dashboard.
They arrived at Angel's house around ten-thirty. Angel tried the pizza parlor, but it was closed. Chris was now convinced that Angel thought he was a jerk. Angel got them both cokes and sandwiches.
Chris wanted to help but Angel told him to relax. After letting Wally, Floyd, and Fluffy in, she brought in the food.
Chris wasn't very hungry. Not only did he feel like an idiot, his nose was clogging and his eyes were watering. He sneezed.
"Bless you," said Angel, handing him a tissue [just like old times], which he accepted gratefully. He sneezed a few more times and wiped his burning eyes with a fresh tissue.
"Chris! Are you allright? Oh no! Are you allergic to cats or dogs?"
"Cats" he choked otu between sneezes. She gave him another tissue [why not just give him the box?] and picked up Flufflebunny from her favorite chair.
"Sorry, Fluff-o." She picked up the cat and put her upstairs in a a room, then washed her hands and rushed downstairs.
"Chris, are you allright?"
He nodded.
"You must be pretty allergic to cats."
"Yeah, I can detect one from across the room."
"I noticed."
"Just thinking about one makes my nose itch."
"Then we'll change the subject." Angel laughed.
They stayed up and talked until about 3:30 in the morning. The topics ranged from Chris' cousin to "The Patty Duke Show" [WTF?], from wrestling in Japan to treating a concussion, from Marty Jennetty [on the first date? wow], to Bobby Eaton, from the Mello-Kings to the 4 Seasons. They shared one long, passionate goodnight kiss before Chris left. Angel decided that it was too early to be in love, but it was a hard decision [someone alert the media].
NOTES
1) It's been quite a while since I included a debilitating allergy in a story. Good times. I must've missed the part where Angel removed all of the cat dander from her furniture, thereby instantly alleviating all of Chris' allergy symptoms.
2) Aw, I kind of like Chris. He's way too good for Angel.
3) That's amazing restraint on Angel's part. She's already spent more time with Chris than Marcus and had more interaction with him than Marty. And she's not sure she's in love? Dang.
4) This actually reminds me of my first date with my husband. Except there was no single white rose and instead of having an allergy attack, he had gas. Oh, shades of things to come ...
Anyhoo ...
Coming up next we've got a ridiculous story about Angel inserting herself into Rick and Scott's lives. Rick is just ... absurd. And Angel needs a punch in the solar plexus. I don't know what I was on when I wrote this. See you next time with ... Chapter 15: Letting Go
Chapter 14: Chris and Angel
Chris had never been so nervous in his life. Asking Angel out was hard, but knocking on her door was next to impossible.
Earlier that day, when he had asked her for a date, he knew that if she had said no, his heart would break and he would probably slip into a coma, or maybe move to Zimbabwe. Thank goodness she said yes.
Angel answered her doorbell. She had been very surprised when Chris asked her out. He was cute. He had light brown eyes and soft brown hair. He had high cheekbones and a kind of pointy nose. It was worth a shot. She had to get over Marcus [seriously? you're still hung up on that guy? IT WAS ONE DATE]
"Hi Angel. You look beautiful."
"Thank you, Chris."
He handed her a single white rose.
"Oh! It's beautiful. Thank you." She kissed him on the cheek [trollop!]
"Do you like Italian?"
"Sure!"
"I'm from Alberta, Canada, but my cousin lives around here. He told me about a restaurant. Lucia's. Ever heard of it?"
"No. I just moved here about 6 months ago from Rhode Island. About the only place I know is the pizza parlor down the street."
They got into Chris' car and he began to drive. After about 15 minutes of driving around, Chris started to get nervous. Here he was in a strange town, on a strange street, using directions he recieved from a rather strange cousin. Here he was making a fool of himself in front of the most beautiful girl in the whole world.
"Chris? Is everything OK?"
"Yes. No. Angel, this is embarassing. I'm hopelessly lost. Do you have any idea where we are?"
"I think so. I can get you back to my house and we can order pizza or something."
"Sounds fine." As Chris followed Angel's directions home, he resisted the urge to hit his head against the dashboard.
They arrived at Angel's house around ten-thirty. Angel tried the pizza parlor, but it was closed. Chris was now convinced that Angel thought he was a jerk. Angel got them both cokes and sandwiches.
Chris wanted to help but Angel told him to relax. After letting Wally, Floyd, and Fluffy in, she brought in the food.
Chris wasn't very hungry. Not only did he feel like an idiot, his nose was clogging and his eyes were watering. He sneezed.
"Bless you," said Angel, handing him a tissue [just like old times], which he accepted gratefully. He sneezed a few more times and wiped his burning eyes with a fresh tissue.
"Chris! Are you allright? Oh no! Are you allergic to cats or dogs?"
"Cats" he choked otu between sneezes. She gave him another tissue [why not just give him the box?] and picked up Flufflebunny from her favorite chair.
"Sorry, Fluff-o." She picked up the cat and put her upstairs in a a room, then washed her hands and rushed downstairs.
"Chris, are you allright?"
He nodded.
"You must be pretty allergic to cats."
"Yeah, I can detect one from across the room."
"I noticed."
"Just thinking about one makes my nose itch."
"Then we'll change the subject." Angel laughed.
They stayed up and talked until about 3:30 in the morning. The topics ranged from Chris' cousin to "The Patty Duke Show" [WTF?], from wrestling in Japan to treating a concussion, from Marty Jennetty [on the first date? wow], to Bobby Eaton, from the Mello-Kings to the 4 Seasons. They shared one long, passionate goodnight kiss before Chris left. Angel decided that it was too early to be in love, but it was a hard decision [someone alert the media].
NOTES
1) It's been quite a while since I included a debilitating allergy in a story. Good times. I must've missed the part where Angel removed all of the cat dander from her furniture, thereby instantly alleviating all of Chris' allergy symptoms.
2) Aw, I kind of like Chris. He's way too good for Angel.
3) That's amazing restraint on Angel's part. She's already spent more time with Chris than Marcus and had more interaction with him than Marty. And she's not sure she's in love? Dang.
4) This actually reminds me of my first date with my husband. Except there was no single white rose and instead of having an allergy attack, he had gas. Oh, shades of things to come ...
Anyhoo ...
Coming up next we've got a ridiculous story about Angel inserting herself into Rick and Scott's lives. Rick is just ... absurd. And Angel needs a punch in the solar plexus. I don't know what I was on when I wrote this. See you next time with ... Chapter 15: Letting Go
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Chapter 4 - The Omni
Sorry I've been sparse with the updates! I'll try to make sure I update twice a week from now on. My professional life has been a bit nuts lately. This should settle down in the next month or so ... but until then, I humbly present to you ...
Chapter 4 – The Omni
With Marcus’ kiss still lingering on her lips, Angelica unlocked the door to hier office. Bill Watts always insisted that the nurses be at the match location at least 3 hours before the card started.
Madusa Micelli walked through her open door. “Hey Ang, how was the party?”
“Great, especially at the end.” She said mysteriously.
“Come on, what happened? Spill it!”
“OK. Marc Bagwell kissed me, nothing that important.”
“Well, Mrs. Bagwell, planning on having any kids?” Madusa teased.
“Please, it’s not that serious,” laughed Angel.
“I’ll bet Missy the Airhead wasn’t too happy about that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, Ang, everyone knows that Missy has had her eye on Marcus for quite a while.”
“That explains why she hasn’t been very talkative when she’s been around me.”
“Lucky you. She’s probably mad because you’re smarter than her.”
“A bar of soap is smarter than her,” giggled Angel. [uhm. Angel? You picked out your own outfit for Sting’s party. I wouldn’t talk.]
Madusa laughed. “Hey, I’ve gotta go. Rick needs me.”
“Have fun.”
“I always do.” She breezed out of the infirmary.
Ugh, thought Angel, she had no idea what Madusa saw in Rick Rude. His last name described him perfectly. Ugh. For about half an hour, she set up, because there was nothing better to do. Gauze went over there, tape over there, iodine over there, and bandages over there [are y’all taking notes?]
Bobby Eaton walked through her always-open door. “Hey.”
“Hey Bobby, what’s up?”
“Nothing much. Just wanted to talk.”
“Anything in particular?”
“Nope. Just wanna talk.”
“Well, I’m here.” They moved to the folding chairs in the back and sat down.
“I figured we could, you know, get to know each other better.” [if this were erotica, there would be a nurse’s uniform on the floor right now. But it’s not. Apologies to everyone who found this page by googling “nurse erotica” … better luck next time].
“Sure. I was born and raised in Rhode Island [what happened to Rosebud, Idaho? No clue.] I’ve got 2 dogs named Wally and Floyd, a cat named Flufflebunny, and my favorite movie is West Side Story. Anything else?” she said in an overly bubbly voice.
He laughed softly. “No, I kinda mean recent stuff. You know … Flufflebunny?” he broke off, laughing harder now. Angel joined in.
“Fluffy for short, Fluff-o when she’s especially good.” She said in between laughs. She had never found her cat’s name that funny, but now somehow it was hilarious. When the laughs died down, Bobby said “Angelica, your cat’s a great icebreaker. Anyway, I was thinkin’ more like you know, when’d you get into wrestling?”
“Well, about 2 years ago, I went from college to the WWF to be in some sort of medicine job, but they needed a manager, so they decided to hire me.”
“Why’d you leave?”
“Well … I had … problems.”
“Hey, I’m sorry. This must be hard for you to talk about. I don’t mean to pry. I’m real sorry.”
“No, it’s ok. I haven’t talked about this since it happened. It’ll be good for me. I was managing a guy named Marty Jannetty. He was so sweet to me. I fell very deeply in love with him very quickly. I dreamed of him and I getting married and living in Georgia and a whole bunch of other stuff like that.” A sad smile broke across her face. She looked down and continued. “And then one day I found a clipping from some magazine about Marty’s entrance to this other federation. The magazine asked him about me. He said that we had something for about 5 seconds and that I was a dumb blonde. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. I felt so empty … so used … how could he do that to me? I loved him so much.” She put her hands into her face.
Bobby silently slipped an arm around her. That must’ve been horrible for her, the poor thing. She was such a sweet girl. Who in their right mind would want to hurt her?
“You okay, Angelica?”
Angel nodded and wiped away a few forming tears.
“Thank you, Bobby.” She said and hugged him warmly.
“Hey, what are friends for? Hey, I’ve gotta go. I’m meeting Arn at the gym.”
They said goodbye. Angel washed up and got the office ready.
Marc was next to enter the room.
“Hi Angel.” He greeted.
“Marc! Hi! What’s up?”
“I was wondering – what are you doing Thursday? I thought maybe we could go out someplace.”
“Sounds good to me.” Angel tried to seem as un-eager as possible [did she yawn loudly?] Madusa had taught her that over-eager women scared off men [how progressive]
“Great. I’ll pick you up around 6:00.”
“Perfect. See you then.”
He left her with a kiss that lingered. [gross?]
AT 9:00 PM Sharp, the card started. She treated 3 sprained knees, mild contusions, and a whomp on the head (all scrubs) [scrubs = jobbers]. The main event was Dustin Rhodes and Barry Windham versus Chris Benoit, a guy she hardly knew, and Steve Austin, whom she also barely knew. Dustin and Barry lost, and they had gotten into a shouting match at the end. No one was hurt, but Angel was not at all surprised when Dustin came into her infirmary. [I would assume that the readers are likewise unsurprised]
“Ang – can we talk. Please?” There was a note of urgency in his voice.
“Of course, Dustin have a seat.” She pulled a folding chair. They had probably 20 minutes until she might have a patient. [uhm, I thought that was the main event?]
“Angel, I don’t know how much more Barry and I can take. And we try to cover it up with little excuses.” [are they a couple? I don’t remember writing slash]
Dustin saw Angelica’s puzzled expression.
“Oh, you don’t know about Alexandra, do you?”
Angel shook her head.
“Alexandra York was the manger of the York Foundation. Barry and I both took a liking to her. Barry’s been sore ever since Alex picked me over him. It’s silly ‘cause it’s not my fault, it’s not his fault, heck, it’s not even Alex’s fault really. I mean, if Alex had picked him over me, I would’ve been unhappy sure, but to let it destroy our friendship? I knew that it was bound to cause turbulence. But, heck, to still be arguing about it 4 ½ months after it happened? If he and Alexandra were a happy couple, well, I’d be happy for him. Or at least I’d try as hard as I could to pretend. This is just a mess Angel. I can’t choose between them. That’s like if someone asked you which parent would you rather have killed, your mother or your father [ … yes. It’s exactly like that.] I love Alex, but Barry has been my best friend since as far back as I can remember. Now it seems like whenever something little gets between me and Barry, it gets blown way out of proportion because he’s jealous. This stuff makes me sick.” He was near tears.
Angelica thought that this was one of the saddest tales she had ever heard. Caught between your bet friend and the woman you love. It sounded like a tragic soap opera plot [how meta].
“I don’t’ know what to say, Dustin. I’m so sorry.” She put her arm around him, but it turned into a long hug. She felt a wet spot forming on her shoulder where his tears fell.
“Angel, I don’t know what id’ do without you. Now I’ve gotta go, I’ve got a rather ironic date with Alex. [someone needs a lesson on the definition of irony] Thanks again.”
He gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek, and then left.
NOTES:
1) What is it about Angel that makes men cry all over her? It’s rather disquieting.
2) The best explanation I have as to why Angel’s hometown switched from Idaho to Rhode Island is that I had to do a project on the Rhode Island colony in 7th grade. I must have considered myself something of an expert.
3) Yeah, that’s Chris Benoit up there. How was I to know all that horrible stuff would happen 15 years in the future? If you’re freaked out by that brief mention, you might want to stop reading this blog now, because you ain’t seen the last of him.
4) Can Marcus give a kiss that doesn't linger? What does that even mean? Is he coating his lips in molasses?
COMING UP NEXT … Angel and Marcus step out onto the town. What did a 13-year-old girl who looked like Garth think happened on a date? Tune in next time to find out in … Chapter 5 – The Date!
Chapter 4 – The Omni
With Marcus’ kiss still lingering on her lips, Angelica unlocked the door to hier office. Bill Watts always insisted that the nurses be at the match location at least 3 hours before the card started.
Madusa Micelli walked through her open door. “Hey Ang, how was the party?”
“Great, especially at the end.” She said mysteriously.
“Come on, what happened? Spill it!”
“OK. Marc Bagwell kissed me, nothing that important.”
“Well, Mrs. Bagwell, planning on having any kids?” Madusa teased.
“Please, it’s not that serious,” laughed Angel.
“I’ll bet Missy the Airhead wasn’t too happy about that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, Ang, everyone knows that Missy has had her eye on Marcus for quite a while.”
“That explains why she hasn’t been very talkative when she’s been around me.”
“Lucky you. She’s probably mad because you’re smarter than her.”
“A bar of soap is smarter than her,” giggled Angel. [uhm. Angel? You picked out your own outfit for Sting’s party. I wouldn’t talk.]
Madusa laughed. “Hey, I’ve gotta go. Rick needs me.”
“Have fun.”
“I always do.” She breezed out of the infirmary.
Ugh, thought Angel, she had no idea what Madusa saw in Rick Rude. His last name described him perfectly. Ugh. For about half an hour, she set up, because there was nothing better to do. Gauze went over there, tape over there, iodine over there, and bandages over there [are y’all taking notes?]
Bobby Eaton walked through her always-open door. “Hey.”
“Hey Bobby, what’s up?”
“Nothing much. Just wanted to talk.”
“Anything in particular?”
“Nope. Just wanna talk.”
“Well, I’m here.” They moved to the folding chairs in the back and sat down.
“I figured we could, you know, get to know each other better.” [if this were erotica, there would be a nurse’s uniform on the floor right now. But it’s not. Apologies to everyone who found this page by googling “nurse erotica” … better luck next time].
“Sure. I was born and raised in Rhode Island [what happened to Rosebud, Idaho? No clue.] I’ve got 2 dogs named Wally and Floyd, a cat named Flufflebunny, and my favorite movie is West Side Story. Anything else?” she said in an overly bubbly voice.
He laughed softly. “No, I kinda mean recent stuff. You know … Flufflebunny?” he broke off, laughing harder now. Angel joined in.
“Fluffy for short, Fluff-o when she’s especially good.” She said in between laughs. She had never found her cat’s name that funny, but now somehow it was hilarious. When the laughs died down, Bobby said “Angelica, your cat’s a great icebreaker. Anyway, I was thinkin’ more like you know, when’d you get into wrestling?”
“Well, about 2 years ago, I went from college to the WWF to be in some sort of medicine job, but they needed a manager, so they decided to hire me.”
“Why’d you leave?”
“Well … I had … problems.”
“Hey, I’m sorry. This must be hard for you to talk about. I don’t mean to pry. I’m real sorry.”
“No, it’s ok. I haven’t talked about this since it happened. It’ll be good for me. I was managing a guy named Marty Jannetty. He was so sweet to me. I fell very deeply in love with him very quickly. I dreamed of him and I getting married and living in Georgia and a whole bunch of other stuff like that.” A sad smile broke across her face. She looked down and continued. “And then one day I found a clipping from some magazine about Marty’s entrance to this other federation. The magazine asked him about me. He said that we had something for about 5 seconds and that I was a dumb blonde. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. I felt so empty … so used … how could he do that to me? I loved him so much.” She put her hands into her face.
Bobby silently slipped an arm around her. That must’ve been horrible for her, the poor thing. She was such a sweet girl. Who in their right mind would want to hurt her?
“You okay, Angelica?”
Angel nodded and wiped away a few forming tears.
“Thank you, Bobby.” She said and hugged him warmly.
“Hey, what are friends for? Hey, I’ve gotta go. I’m meeting Arn at the gym.”
They said goodbye. Angel washed up and got the office ready.
Marc was next to enter the room.
“Hi Angel.” He greeted.
“Marc! Hi! What’s up?”
“I was wondering – what are you doing Thursday? I thought maybe we could go out someplace.”
“Sounds good to me.” Angel tried to seem as un-eager as possible [did she yawn loudly?] Madusa had taught her that over-eager women scared off men [how progressive]
“Great. I’ll pick you up around 6:00.”
“Perfect. See you then.”
He left her with a kiss that lingered. [gross?]
AT 9:00 PM Sharp, the card started. She treated 3 sprained knees, mild contusions, and a whomp on the head (all scrubs) [scrubs = jobbers]. The main event was Dustin Rhodes and Barry Windham versus Chris Benoit, a guy she hardly knew, and Steve Austin, whom she also barely knew. Dustin and Barry lost, and they had gotten into a shouting match at the end. No one was hurt, but Angel was not at all surprised when Dustin came into her infirmary. [I would assume that the readers are likewise unsurprised]
“Ang – can we talk. Please?” There was a note of urgency in his voice.
“Of course, Dustin have a seat.” She pulled a folding chair. They had probably 20 minutes until she might have a patient. [uhm, I thought that was the main event?]
“Angel, I don’t know how much more Barry and I can take. And we try to cover it up with little excuses.” [are they a couple? I don’t remember writing slash]
Dustin saw Angelica’s puzzled expression.
“Oh, you don’t know about Alexandra, do you?”
Angel shook her head.
“Alexandra York was the manger of the York Foundation. Barry and I both took a liking to her. Barry’s been sore ever since Alex picked me over him. It’s silly ‘cause it’s not my fault, it’s not his fault, heck, it’s not even Alex’s fault really. I mean, if Alex had picked him over me, I would’ve been unhappy sure, but to let it destroy our friendship? I knew that it was bound to cause turbulence. But, heck, to still be arguing about it 4 ½ months after it happened? If he and Alexandra were a happy couple, well, I’d be happy for him. Or at least I’d try as hard as I could to pretend. This is just a mess Angel. I can’t choose between them. That’s like if someone asked you which parent would you rather have killed, your mother or your father [ … yes. It’s exactly like that.] I love Alex, but Barry has been my best friend since as far back as I can remember. Now it seems like whenever something little gets between me and Barry, it gets blown way out of proportion because he’s jealous. This stuff makes me sick.” He was near tears.
Angelica thought that this was one of the saddest tales she had ever heard. Caught between your bet friend and the woman you love. It sounded like a tragic soap opera plot [how meta].
“I don’t’ know what to say, Dustin. I’m so sorry.” She put her arm around him, but it turned into a long hug. She felt a wet spot forming on her shoulder where his tears fell.
“Angel, I don’t know what id’ do without you. Now I’ve gotta go, I’ve got a rather ironic date with Alex. [someone needs a lesson on the definition of irony] Thanks again.”
He gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek, and then left.
NOTES:
1) What is it about Angel that makes men cry all over her? It’s rather disquieting.
2) The best explanation I have as to why Angel’s hometown switched from Idaho to Rhode Island is that I had to do a project on the Rhode Island colony in 7th grade. I must have considered myself something of an expert.
3) Yeah, that’s Chris Benoit up there. How was I to know all that horrible stuff would happen 15 years in the future? If you’re freaked out by that brief mention, you might want to stop reading this blog now, because you ain’t seen the last of him.
4) Can Marcus give a kiss that doesn't linger? What does that even mean? Is he coating his lips in molasses?
COMING UP NEXT … Angel and Marcus step out onto the town. What did a 13-year-old girl who looked like Garth think happened on a date? Tune in next time to find out in … Chapter 5 – The Date!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Chapter 2 - Resumes (part 1)
NOTE: If you have not yet done so, please read the introduction. Otherwise, you'll take this seriously. And that would be sad.
For whatever reason, I thought it would be a good idea to write résumés for the wrestlers and their managers. These “résumés” look more like those surveys you get in your inbox every three hours when you’re 15 or know a 15 year old.
I’m pretty sure any employer who asked for a résumé that looked like these would be investigated.
Enjoy!
(Full) Name (of manager): Charlotte “Anjel” Theodosia
(Full) Name (of wrestler): Martin Jannetty
Date of Birth (of manager): 7/22/69 [that’s Shawn Michaels’ birthdate. I think that’s an early attempt at irony on my part.]
Date of Birth (of wrestler): 2/3/67 [ok, I had to guess at his age, but that’s totally his real birthdate. Wikipedia it if you don’t believe me. But you should. I had pretty much every WWF trading card memorized.]
Height (of manager): 5’7 ½“ [interestingly enough, that’s exactly how tall I am today! How prescient of 11-year old me!]
Height (of wrestler): 5’ 11”
Allergies (of manager): none
Allergies (of wrestler): daisies – hay fever [I can’t believe he revealed this secret!]
fears (of manager): heights
fears (of wrestler): hospitals
hometown (of manager): Roseberry, Idaho
hometown (of wrestler): Columbus, Georgia
personality (of manager): caring, sweet, yet not whiny, sense of humor, happy stands up for what she believes in, smart, patient
personality (of wrestler): nice, kind, loyal [I added this word later in blue pen], loves fun, patient, you don’t want to be his enemy, soft-spoken, funny, shy, friendly, trusting
best friends (of manager): Marty Jannetty
best friends (of wrestler): Charlotte Theodosia [ugg. You two need to get out more]
physical features (of manager): blond hair bluish green eyes; wears red or yellow, smiles a lot, fair skin, slight build; nice figure [like one of the Wakefield twins, but a walking advertisement for McDonald’s?]
physical features (of wrestler): reddish brown hair; blue-gray eyes; bright colored clothes; slightly tanned; good build; no facial hair
Where did manager and wrestler meet? Barber Shop – Jan 12, 1992. Marty received medical attention from Anjel.
Manager’s sex – F [there’s actually a check box, but I don’t know how to make one here]
Sum up of relationship between wrestler + manager: Care for one another IMMENSELY. Nothing can break them up. Devoted to thier job and each other.
Goals: Intercontinental title belt
Worst enemy: Shan Micheals (see Misc.) Rick Martel
Misc.- Shawn Micheals used to be best friend
other friends: (wrestler) Brutus Beefcake
other friends= (manager) Brutus Beefcake Mr. Perfect [added in pen later. You’ll meet him soon]
Notes:
1) Roseberry, Idaho? It’s totally a real place. I had a set of encyclopedias in my room and would spend hours looking at maps for some reason. I really liked potatoes when I was little, so I thought Idaho was some sort of paradise. Consequently, I looked at the Idaho map a lot. Roseberry just sounded like a nice name for a town.
2) The Barber Shop isn’t, like, a Hair Cuttery. It was an interview segment hosted by Brutus “The Barber” Beefcake. (don’t worry; you’ll meet him soon). The break-up of The Rockers formally occurred when Shawn Michaels kicked Marty Jannetty and threw him through the plate glass window of the Barber Shop. It was pretty awesome. Anyhoo, I’m pretty sure some of the missing pages explains this incident via flashback. If memory serves me correctly, Anjel is some sort of EMT or something and she gives Marty first aid after the incident. Then (I don’t remember how), she becomes his manager.
For whatever reason, I thought it would be a good idea to write résumés for the wrestlers and their managers. These “résumés” look more like those surveys you get in your inbox every three hours when you’re 15 or know a 15 year old.
I’m pretty sure any employer who asked for a résumé that looked like these would be investigated.
Enjoy!
(Full) Name (of manager): Charlotte “Anjel” Theodosia
(Full) Name (of wrestler): Martin Jannetty
Date of Birth (of manager): 7/22/69 [that’s Shawn Michaels’ birthdate. I think that’s an early attempt at irony on my part.]
Date of Birth (of wrestler): 2/3/67 [ok, I had to guess at his age, but that’s totally his real birthdate. Wikipedia it if you don’t believe me. But you should. I had pretty much every WWF trading card memorized.]
Height (of manager): 5’7 ½“ [interestingly enough, that’s exactly how tall I am today! How prescient of 11-year old me!]
Height (of wrestler): 5’ 11”
Allergies (of manager): none
Allergies (of wrestler): daisies – hay fever [I can’t believe he revealed this secret!]
fears (of manager): heights
fears (of wrestler): hospitals
hometown (of manager): Roseberry, Idaho
hometown (of wrestler): Columbus, Georgia
personality (of manager): caring, sweet, yet not whiny, sense of humor, happy stands up for what she believes in, smart, patient
personality (of wrestler): nice, kind, loyal [I added this word later in blue pen], loves fun, patient, you don’t want to be his enemy, soft-spoken, funny, shy, friendly, trusting
best friends (of manager): Marty Jannetty
best friends (of wrestler): Charlotte Theodosia [ugg. You two need to get out more]
physical features (of manager): blond hair bluish green eyes; wears red or yellow, smiles a lot, fair skin, slight build; nice figure [like one of the Wakefield twins, but a walking advertisement for McDonald’s?]
physical features (of wrestler): reddish brown hair; blue-gray eyes; bright colored clothes; slightly tanned; good build; no facial hair
Where did manager and wrestler meet? Barber Shop – Jan 12, 1992. Marty received medical attention from Anjel.
Manager’s sex – F [there’s actually a check box, but I don’t know how to make one here]
Sum up of relationship between wrestler + manager: Care for one another IMMENSELY. Nothing can break them up. Devoted to thier job and each other.
Goals: Intercontinental title belt
Worst enemy: Shan Micheals (see Misc.) Rick Martel
Misc.- Shawn Micheals used to be best friend
other friends: (wrestler) Brutus Beefcake
other friends= (manager) Brutus Beefcake Mr. Perfect [added in pen later. You’ll meet him soon]
Notes:
1) Roseberry, Idaho? It’s totally a real place. I had a set of encyclopedias in my room and would spend hours looking at maps for some reason. I really liked potatoes when I was little, so I thought Idaho was some sort of paradise. Consequently, I looked at the Idaho map a lot. Roseberry just sounded like a nice name for a town.
2) The Barber Shop isn’t, like, a Hair Cuttery. It was an interview segment hosted by Brutus “The Barber” Beefcake. (don’t worry; you’ll meet him soon). The break-up of The Rockers formally occurred when Shawn Michaels kicked Marty Jannetty and threw him through the plate glass window of the Barber Shop. It was pretty awesome. Anyhoo, I’m pretty sure some of the missing pages explains this incident via flashback. If memory serves me correctly, Anjel is some sort of EMT or something and she gives Marty first aid after the incident. Then (I don’t remember how), she becomes his manager.
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