I’m typing this one outside because last night my dog ate half a bag of hershey’s kisses, wrappers and all, and I figure if they’re coming out, better for that not to be on our living room rug. The upside: it’s gorgeous out here. The downside: Slice is a novice composter and there’s a Tupperware full of rotting vegetables on the deck. It reeks.
Special shout out to all my readers, frequent commenters and lurkers alike. I just want to say that I appreciate all of y’all/youse guys. So hey out there in Naples, San Francisco, San Antonio, Irving, DC, Glenshaw, Houston, Nashville, Allentown, Chapel Hill, and anywhere else I’m not mentioning. Whether I know you personally or not, I’m super duper psyched that you’re reading, and I hope you’re having as much fun as I am.
Anyhoo … someone tell Angel to watch her back. A devious plot begins to unfold in …
Chapter 31 – Revenge Begins
Chris walked down the narrow corridor of Atlanta’s Omni, whistling an unidentifiable tune. His mind was off somewhere in space, so he didn’t notice the woman walking hurriedly in the other direction.
“Oh!” the woman exclaimed as they collided. Her papers spilled on the floor.
“I’m so sorry. I was kind of lost in thoughts,” Chris admitted, helping her scoop up the papers.
“I was a bit lost myself,” she said sheepishly.
Chris looked up at her. Her jet black hair was tied at the nape of her neck into a tight bun. Emerald eyes sparkled behind wire-rimmed glasses. [black hair and green eyes? Uh-oh. That can only mean one person. But glasses are a good disguise.] She was dressed in a dark linen skirt and top.
“I’m Violet Royce,” she greeted, offering her hand to Chris.
“Chris Benoit.”
“Nice to meet you, Chris. Maybe you can help me. Where is Ole Anderson’s office?” [why would he have an office at the arena?]
“I’ll walk you there.”
“Thank you.”
They started off into the direction of the office.
“So, what do you do here?” Chris asked.
“I’m a secretary for Ole. This is my first day.” [so my female characters consist of a nurse and a secretary. Nice.]
“Maybe I can show you around later.”
“I’d like that,” she smiled broadly.
Violet laughed to herself. This would be easier than she thought. [I dunno, Vi. It’s going to be tough to top Miss Elizabeth’s scheme.]
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“So the snail drives by and a guy says, ‘Hey! Look at that S car go!!’ Get it?” Angel finished her joke with a flourish.
Bobby smiled weakly.
“Oh, come on, Bobby. That at least deserved a groan!”
He shook his head silently. Angel hopped up on the cot next to him. She spoke gently. “Hey Bobby, you’ve been quiet all week. What’s up?”
“Nothing.”
Angel sighed. “Oh Bobby, you know I don’t believe that.”
He shrugged.
“I understand if you don’t want to talk.”
He nodded.
“You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
Another nod. Angel looked at her best friend for a long time. Seeing him like this really made her depressed. On an impulse, she threw her arms around him in a tight embrace. [Impulse? Hugs are the bread of Angel’s supermarket trips, not the Snickers bars. Mmm, snickers bars.]
“I love you, Bobby.”
“I love you too.”
“Don’t look so sad. You don’t deserve this.”
He looked into her eyes, smoothed her hair, and kissed her forehead.
“I’ve gotta go,” he said in a hushed voice. He jumped off the cot and left. Angel shook her head sadly. Poor Bobby, she thought. Maybe his going-away-again party this Friday would cheer him up.
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NOTES
1) How was this a chapter? Chris bumps into Ole’s new secretary and Bobby pouts about whatever? Slow burn, ladies and gents. Slow burn.
2) The snail has an “S” painted on the outside of the car. I still like that joke.
3) Anyone think Violet/Marie/Sunny/Nightshade’s evil revenge plot is going to succeed? Anyone think I actually had a plan in mind rather than just making it up as I went along?
COMING UP NEXT ...
Another infernal Scott and Rick chapter. 'Nuff said.
Join us next time for ...
Chapter 32: Solitary Scott
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Friday, December 12, 2008
Chapter 17: A Departure
Yesterday's chapter was so lame that I feel like I owe y'all one today. That and I have a sinus infection and don't feel like doing work.
As a result, today you get to enjoy the return of effusive tears and overzealous hugging in ...
Chapter 17: A Departure
"She loves me, Bobby. She said so last night. I've never been this happy before. It's the most incredible feeling in the world," said Chris jubilantly. [seriously, how many guys say things like this to other guys?]
"That's great." Bobby was sincere, but his voice was distracted.
"Soemthin' up, Bob?" asked Chris, using a favorite expression. [?]
"Hmm? Oh, no. Sorry. It really is great."
"Everything allright?"
"Yeah. No. Listen, Chris. Do you know Jimmy Cornette?"
"From Smoky Mountain Wrestling?"
"Yeah. We've been friends for as long as I can remember. Well, he, uh ... he asked me to rejoin my old partner Stan Lane and be a member of his Heavenly Bodies."
"Wow. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. You and I have come so far. We can go for the titles. But a chance to get back with Stan and Jim. Well, it's up to you Chris."
"Bobby, this is your decision, your career, your life! Why ask me, eh?" [look, he's Canadian!]
"You're my partner. This is your career too."
"Well. What do you want to do?"
"Would you mind at all if I went with Jimmy? Because if you do then ..."
"Then by all means, go with Jimmy."
"Really?"
"Sure."
"This means a lot to me, Chris. Thank you."
They shook hands and hugged warmly.
---
About 2 weeks later, the papers were signed. In another week, Bobby would be a Smoky Mountain wrestler. There was only one problem. He had put off telling Angelica, probably his best friend, that he was leaving. [how was this not his first priority?!]. He would miss her more than anyone else. How could he break it to her?
Bobby knocked on the door of Angelica's infirmary. She opened her door. [I've mastered this segue] He couldn't bear to look at the bright smile she almost always wore.
"Why so glum, Bobby?" asked Angel, expression darkening.
"No reason."
"I know you better than that. Now if you dont' want to talk, just say so, but don't say nothing is wrong."
"I think you know me better than I do."
"I wouldn't go that far. So what's up?"
"Angelica ... I ... uh ... I don't know how to put this. I'm moving to Smoky Mountain Wrestling on Tuesday."
"You're leaving? In 2 days?"
"Yeah."
"Bobby! You're my best friend! How could you just leave?"
"Hey, Angelica, this is my career."
"You don't have to get defensive [uhm, you don't have to shout, either]. This is such short notice. Didn't they tell you before that you were being moved?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I ... I couldn't?"
"Why not?"
"I didn't want to hurt you."
"It hurts now."
"It hurts me too."
Angel turned away from him, her lip quivering, tears brimming in her eyes.
"I dont konw what to say, Angelica, I made a mistake. I should've told you before. It was just that ... I was afraid I'd hurt you, and I'm hurting you even more now. Oh Angelica ... I can't ..."
Bobby turned his back to Angelica's. He felt the tears sting. A little sob escaped.
"Oh, Bobby, don't," said Angel softly. She went over to him and wrapped her arms around him.
"I never meant to hurt you," he whispered.
"I know. It's just such a shock." They embraced for a long time, silent tears falling from both of ther eyes. [hurl. also, this wording makes it sound like they both each possess one eye.]
"I love you, Bobby."
"I love you too, Angelica," Bobby whispered.
For the next two days, Angel and Bobby were inseperable. When it was time for Bobby to leave, they promised to keep in touch. In teh days following, Chris and Angel comforted each other. They had both lost a good friend. [WTF? he's not effing dead!]
NOTES:
1) Smoky Mountain Wrestling! Before it was just a developmental league for WWF, SMW was a small indie federation based in Tennessee. I liked Jim Cornette and his tennis racquet quite a bit. Wikipedia suggests that I've got my chronology wrong re: Chris and Bobby's tag team career and Bobby's jump to SMW, but I'll just chalk that one up to artistic license.
2) Why is moving such a monumental tragedy to these people? Staying in touch is not impossible. Although, judging by the fact that Angel never mentions--let alone calls, writes, or telegrams--her old BFF Mr. Perfect suggests that moving to a new federation is indeed akin to death.
3) How did Angel not get any inkling about Bobby leaving in 2 weeks? Didn't Chris mention something in one of their all-night talking/oldies-listening/not making out sessions? I think these two have a serious communication issue.
Well then ...
I'll bet you're wondering what would happen if Chris faced Marcus in a match. What's that? You're sure it's going to be dramatic, intense, and action-packed? Uhh ... keep wondering ... and tune in next time for ...
Chapter 18 - Monday's Card
As a result, today you get to enjoy the return of effusive tears and overzealous hugging in ...
Chapter 17: A Departure
"She loves me, Bobby. She said so last night. I've never been this happy before. It's the most incredible feeling in the world," said Chris jubilantly. [seriously, how many guys say things like this to other guys?]
"That's great." Bobby was sincere, but his voice was distracted.
"Soemthin' up, Bob?" asked Chris, using a favorite expression. [?]
"Hmm? Oh, no. Sorry. It really is great."
"Everything allright?"
"Yeah. No. Listen, Chris. Do you know Jimmy Cornette?"
"From Smoky Mountain Wrestling?"
"Yeah. We've been friends for as long as I can remember. Well, he, uh ... he asked me to rejoin my old partner Stan Lane and be a member of his Heavenly Bodies."
"Wow. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. You and I have come so far. We can go for the titles. But a chance to get back with Stan and Jim. Well, it's up to you Chris."
"Bobby, this is your decision, your career, your life! Why ask me, eh?" [look, he's Canadian!]
"You're my partner. This is your career too."
"Well. What do you want to do?"
"Would you mind at all if I went with Jimmy? Because if you do then ..."
"Then by all means, go with Jimmy."
"Really?"
"Sure."
"This means a lot to me, Chris. Thank you."
They shook hands and hugged warmly.
---
About 2 weeks later, the papers were signed. In another week, Bobby would be a Smoky Mountain wrestler. There was only one problem. He had put off telling Angelica, probably his best friend, that he was leaving. [how was this not his first priority?!]. He would miss her more than anyone else. How could he break it to her?
Bobby knocked on the door of Angelica's infirmary. She opened her door. [I've mastered this segue] He couldn't bear to look at the bright smile she almost always wore.
"Why so glum, Bobby?" asked Angel, expression darkening.
"No reason."
"I know you better than that. Now if you dont' want to talk, just say so, but don't say nothing is wrong."
"I think you know me better than I do."
"I wouldn't go that far. So what's up?"
"Angelica ... I ... uh ... I don't know how to put this. I'm moving to Smoky Mountain Wrestling on Tuesday."
"You're leaving? In 2 days?"
"Yeah."
"Bobby! You're my best friend! How could you just leave?"
"Hey, Angelica, this is my career."
"You don't have to get defensive [uhm, you don't have to shout, either]. This is such short notice. Didn't they tell you before that you were being moved?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I ... I couldn't?"
"Why not?"
"I didn't want to hurt you."
"It hurts now."
"It hurts me too."
Angel turned away from him, her lip quivering, tears brimming in her eyes.
"I dont konw what to say, Angelica, I made a mistake. I should've told you before. It was just that ... I was afraid I'd hurt you, and I'm hurting you even more now. Oh Angelica ... I can't ..."
Bobby turned his back to Angelica's. He felt the tears sting. A little sob escaped.
"Oh, Bobby, don't," said Angel softly. She went over to him and wrapped her arms around him.
"I never meant to hurt you," he whispered.
"I know. It's just such a shock." They embraced for a long time, silent tears falling from both of ther eyes. [hurl. also, this wording makes it sound like they both each possess one eye.]
"I love you, Bobby."
"I love you too, Angelica," Bobby whispered.
For the next two days, Angel and Bobby were inseperable. When it was time for Bobby to leave, they promised to keep in touch. In teh days following, Chris and Angel comforted each other. They had both lost a good friend. [WTF? he's not effing dead!]
NOTES:
1) Smoky Mountain Wrestling! Before it was just a developmental league for WWF, SMW was a small indie federation based in Tennessee. I liked Jim Cornette and his tennis racquet quite a bit. Wikipedia suggests that I've got my chronology wrong re: Chris and Bobby's tag team career and Bobby's jump to SMW, but I'll just chalk that one up to artistic license.
2) Why is moving such a monumental tragedy to these people? Staying in touch is not impossible. Although, judging by the fact that Angel never mentions--let alone calls, writes, or telegrams--her old BFF Mr. Perfect suggests that moving to a new federation is indeed akin to death.
3) How did Angel not get any inkling about Bobby leaving in 2 weeks? Didn't Chris mention something in one of their all-night talking/oldies-listening/not making out sessions? I think these two have a serious communication issue.
Well then ...
I'll bet you're wondering what would happen if Chris faced Marcus in a match. What's that? You're sure it's going to be dramatic, intense, and action-packed? Uhh ... keep wondering ... and tune in next time for ...
Chapter 18 - Monday's Card
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Chapter 16: Deeper in Love
When we last left our witless troupe of characters, Angel and Chris had just gone on THE BEST DATE EVER, but had somehow resisted any sorts of egregious declarations. Will that trend continue? You can cheat by looking at the tags or you can read for yourselves in ...
Chapter 16: Deeper in Love
Over the next few weeks, Angel and Chris' relationship grew stronger.
They spent one night walking on the moonlit shore of Lake Sinclair in Georgia, one night at a festival in Louisiana, and many more magic nights just talking.
Tongiht, Angel would be bringing her doo-wop records over to Chris' house [oh, this is bad]. Chris was a hard-core Frankie Vallie fan, [oh, this is BAD] but he was willing to listen to what Angel liked.
He was terribly in love with her. She was on his mind every minute of the day. He had never felt this way about anyone else before. He was very happy that she had all but forgotten about his sneeze-a-thon.
---
Angel rang Chris' doorbell. He answered it and she greeted him with a kiss.
"Tonight, you're going to meet the Mello-Kings, soar with the Skyliners, float with the Flamingoes, you'll hear some songs from the Sheilds, we'll dance to the Diamonds, you'll learn to love Little Anthony, youll find delight in the Dubs, and, of course, I have to Play the Passions." [oh, that was awful.]
"You should've been a DeeJay, Angel."
She threw her head back and laughed. "I'm very glad I didn't become one."
"Why?"
"I would've never met the great friends I met as a nurse, but most importantly," she said coyly, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I woudl haev never met you." She punctuated her sentence with a long, passionate kiss." [Oh wow. I feel queasy.]
"Believe me, Angel. I'm just as glad as you. You're an incredible woman. I am the luckiest guy in the whole world."
"And I am the luckiest woman. You mean more to men than just about anyone else on Earth, Chris."
Angel did not add the 3 little words that Chris wanted to hear more than anything else. In truth, Angel was afraid. In a deep, dark part of her soul, she feared that she could not trust Chris with her love, as she had done before with Marcus and Marty. What if he hurt her? How could her heart take it? She had to wait until the right time. She only hoped that there would be a right time.
---
They spent teh whole night listening to the doo-wop melodies. Chris had to admit taht some were catchy. He especially liked At My Front Door by the El Dorados and I Wonder Why by Dion and the Belmonts. [my sincere apologies to all living members of both groups. Dead ones too].
Angel had saved her favorite slow songs for last. Tonite, Tonite, Just to be With You, Tears on my Pillow, I Don't Have You, The Closer You Are, Long Lonely Nights, Teardrops, Lovers Never Say Goodbye, I Believe, and My Desire [you can see a lot of erase marks in this paragraph. I was apparantly really devoted to selecting the right songs].
By the time the Mello-Kings started singing Tonite, Tonite, Chris and Angel were exhausted from dancing and they crashed on the couch. She snuggled up close to him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Chris knew the words to Tears on My Pillow and sang along softly, in perfect harmony.
"Your voice is beautiful, Chris."
"So are you." [GOSH. We get the point already!]
She pressed even closer to him, feeling his warmth [...!]. She closed her eyes and let the music and magic of the night flow through her body.
The Closer You Are began to play, and every bad feeling she had left in her dissolved.
"I love you, Chris," she whispered.
"I love you too, Angelica."
NOTES
1) Hooooo boy. Check your blood sugar, folks.
2) What's that you say? Fuzzy, why weren't you one of the cool kids in middle school? Gee, I have no idea.
Now I know what you're thinking. Where's the drama? The tears? The egregious declarations of platonic love? Well ... if you're missing all that, then you won't want to miss ...
Chapter 17 - A Departure - In which one of our beloved characters makes A Departure. Suckitude guaranteed!
Chapter 16: Deeper in Love
Over the next few weeks, Angel and Chris' relationship grew stronger.
They spent one night walking on the moonlit shore of Lake Sinclair in Georgia, one night at a festival in Louisiana, and many more magic nights just talking.
Tongiht, Angel would be bringing her doo-wop records over to Chris' house [oh, this is bad]. Chris was a hard-core Frankie Vallie fan, [oh, this is BAD] but he was willing to listen to what Angel liked.
He was terribly in love with her. She was on his mind every minute of the day. He had never felt this way about anyone else before. He was very happy that she had all but forgotten about his sneeze-a-thon.
---
Angel rang Chris' doorbell. He answered it and she greeted him with a kiss.
"Tonight, you're going to meet the Mello-Kings, soar with the Skyliners, float with the Flamingoes, you'll hear some songs from the Sheilds, we'll dance to the Diamonds, you'll learn to love Little Anthony, youll find delight in the Dubs, and, of course, I have to Play the Passions." [oh, that was awful.]
"You should've been a DeeJay, Angel."
She threw her head back and laughed. "I'm very glad I didn't become one."
"Why?"
"I would've never met the great friends I met as a nurse, but most importantly," she said coyly, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I woudl haev never met you." She punctuated her sentence with a long, passionate kiss." [Oh wow. I feel queasy.]
"Believe me, Angel. I'm just as glad as you. You're an incredible woman. I am the luckiest guy in the whole world."
"And I am the luckiest woman. You mean more to men than just about anyone else on Earth, Chris."
Angel did not add the 3 little words that Chris wanted to hear more than anything else. In truth, Angel was afraid. In a deep, dark part of her soul, she feared that she could not trust Chris with her love, as she had done before with Marcus and Marty. What if he hurt her? How could her heart take it? She had to wait until the right time. She only hoped that there would be a right time.
---
They spent teh whole night listening to the doo-wop melodies. Chris had to admit taht some were catchy. He especially liked At My Front Door by the El Dorados and I Wonder Why by Dion and the Belmonts. [my sincere apologies to all living members of both groups. Dead ones too].
Angel had saved her favorite slow songs for last. Tonite, Tonite, Just to be With You, Tears on my Pillow, I Don't Have You, The Closer You Are, Long Lonely Nights, Teardrops, Lovers Never Say Goodbye, I Believe, and My Desire [you can see a lot of erase marks in this paragraph. I was apparantly really devoted to selecting the right songs].
By the time the Mello-Kings started singing Tonite, Tonite, Chris and Angel were exhausted from dancing and they crashed on the couch. She snuggled up close to him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Chris knew the words to Tears on My Pillow and sang along softly, in perfect harmony.
"Your voice is beautiful, Chris."
"So are you." [GOSH. We get the point already!]
She pressed even closer to him, feeling his warmth [...!]. She closed her eyes and let the music and magic of the night flow through her body.
The Closer You Are began to play, and every bad feeling she had left in her dissolved.
"I love you, Chris," she whispered.
"I love you too, Angelica."
NOTES
1) Hooooo boy. Check your blood sugar, folks.
2) What's that you say? Fuzzy, why weren't you one of the cool kids in middle school? Gee, I have no idea.
Now I know what you're thinking. Where's the drama? The tears? The egregious declarations of platonic love? Well ... if you're missing all that, then you won't want to miss ...
Chapter 17 - A Departure - In which one of our beloved characters makes A Departure. Suckitude guaranteed!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Chapter 12: Bobby's New Partner (continued)
When we last left our hapless band of insipid characters, Bobby was recovering from having passed out for some reason, Chris was bleeding to death but pretty much fine, and Angel was being a Helpful Nurse, not to mention so nice and pretty that Chris couldn't help but falling instantly, madly in lurv with her. What could possibly happen next? The wait is over in ...
Chapter 12: Bobby's New Partner (continued)
Angel slowly wheeled Chris into the other first aid station, used solely for extended examination [awww yeah]. Chris' eyes opened slowly.
"Where am I?"
"In a first aid station. I want to get a better look at you." [awww yeah!]
"Is Bobby allright?"
"He's just fine. How do you feel?"
Chris propped himself up on his hands and grimaced. "A little dizzy, and kind of tired." He fell back with an effort.
While she checked out his wound once more, Chris tried to organize his thoughts. First, he was runnign head first into the corner of the steel steps. Then, darkness. When he first woke up, the lights were blinding him, and bobby was out cold. He heard a voice talk about him losing blood. Then more darkness. Now someone had brought him into a first aid station to examine him. His vision was a little fuzzy, but he made out a woman [awww yeah!] with shiny blond hair and blue eyes. A nurse, no doubt.
Suddenly, the events of the day came flooding back to him. This nurse could only be the same stunning beauty he ha met earlier. Angelica, his heart's desire. [oh wow]
"Take it easy for a while. Don't do anything strenuous for the rest of the day." she said, still examining him.
"Ok."
She concluded the examination, applying a fresh bandage.
"I want you to come back here in an hour and a half or so so I can look at you some more." [awww yeah ... wait ... he's supposed to hang around the arena so she can look at his band-aid again?]
"O.K."
Chris wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how much he needed her, how much he loved her, but all he could seem to say was "OK."
She helped him back to his dressing room, then left to "relieve" Katlin [awww yeah]. Bobby was sitting in a folding chair. Chris sat down next to him on the floor, leaning against the wall, eyes closed.
"You OK Chris?"
He nodded and said "just a little tired. How 'bout you? When I woke up and saw you out cold like that, I nearly screamed."
Bobby smiled a little. "I'm fine thanks. I don't think I've ever seen so much blood." he shuddered. "Let's not talk about this anymore."
"Angel's a wonderful nurse."
"The best there is. Still got a crush on her?"
"Crush? I don't have a crush on her. I'm in love with her, Bobby. She told me to come back in an hour and a half. I'm going to ask her out."
"Good for you." Bobby prayed that Angelica said yes. If she didn't, Chris would be devastated.
NOTES:
1) What? Y'all don't believe in love at first sight? Cynics.
2) This whole setup is so ridiculous, I don't even know what else to say. Let's just move on.
COMING UP NEXT ...
We've got a short chapter next up on the docket, but it's chock full of stupidity AND completely Angel-free. Marie finally calls Scott on the phone ... will those two crazy kids work things out? Will I find a way to sneak a reference to an oldies song into the chapter? Will Rick's behavior dumbfound all? Tune in next time for ... Chapter 13: Marie.
Chapter 12: Bobby's New Partner (continued)
Angel slowly wheeled Chris into the other first aid station, used solely for extended examination [awww yeah]. Chris' eyes opened slowly.
"Where am I?"
"In a first aid station. I want to get a better look at you." [awww yeah!]
"Is Bobby allright?"
"He's just fine. How do you feel?"
Chris propped himself up on his hands and grimaced. "A little dizzy, and kind of tired." He fell back with an effort.
While she checked out his wound once more, Chris tried to organize his thoughts. First, he was runnign head first into the corner of the steel steps. Then, darkness. When he first woke up, the lights were blinding him, and bobby was out cold. He heard a voice talk about him losing blood. Then more darkness. Now someone had brought him into a first aid station to examine him. His vision was a little fuzzy, but he made out a woman [awww yeah!] with shiny blond hair and blue eyes. A nurse, no doubt.
Suddenly, the events of the day came flooding back to him. This nurse could only be the same stunning beauty he ha met earlier. Angelica, his heart's desire. [oh wow]
"Take it easy for a while. Don't do anything strenuous for the rest of the day." she said, still examining him.
"Ok."
She concluded the examination, applying a fresh bandage.
"I want you to come back here in an hour and a half or so so I can look at you some more." [awww yeah ... wait ... he's supposed to hang around the arena so she can look at his band-aid again?]
"O.K."
Chris wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how much he needed her, how much he loved her, but all he could seem to say was "OK."
She helped him back to his dressing room, then left to "relieve" Katlin [awww yeah]. Bobby was sitting in a folding chair. Chris sat down next to him on the floor, leaning against the wall, eyes closed.
"You OK Chris?"
He nodded and said "just a little tired. How 'bout you? When I woke up and saw you out cold like that, I nearly screamed."
Bobby smiled a little. "I'm fine thanks. I don't think I've ever seen so much blood." he shuddered. "Let's not talk about this anymore."
"Angel's a wonderful nurse."
"The best there is. Still got a crush on her?"
"Crush? I don't have a crush on her. I'm in love with her, Bobby. She told me to come back in an hour and a half. I'm going to ask her out."
"Good for you." Bobby prayed that Angelica said yes. If she didn't, Chris would be devastated.
NOTES:
1) What? Y'all don't believe in love at first sight? Cynics.
2) This whole setup is so ridiculous, I don't even know what else to say. Let's just move on.
COMING UP NEXT ...
We've got a short chapter next up on the docket, but it's chock full of stupidity AND completely Angel-free. Marie finally calls Scott on the phone ... will those two crazy kids work things out? Will I find a way to sneak a reference to an oldies song into the chapter? Will Rick's behavior dumbfound all? Tune in next time for ... Chapter 13: Marie.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Chapter 10: Spreading Good News
So I know you were probably pretty bummed out by the Angelessness in that last chapter. Well never fear, my iron-stomached readers, she's baaaaaaaaack.
Chapter 10: Spreading Good News
Dustin bounded into the Minniapolis Arena happier than he had ever been in his life. The world was beauitful, its beauty second only to his fiance Alexandra. His good mood was dampened slightly when he found out that it was Angel's day off [I can't believe that he didn't start weeping]. He spread the good news to Sting, Ricky Steamboat, Ron Simmons, 2 Cold Scorpio, and the rest of his friends. After the match, he decided to call Angel. He asked if he could come over to her her home in Robinsdale for a few minutes [wait ... now she lives in Minnesota? When did this happen?!?]. She gave him directions. It was only about a 15 minute drive from the arena.
Her hosue was pretty from the outside. It was a small brick 2 story house with lots of windows. It had a saltbox style roof [shout out to my 7th grade social studies teacher, Mr. Kleinrock, for teaching me what those were!] and a one car garage outside. He rang her doorbell and she answered promptly. She had on a blue sweater and a pair of faded jeans. She wore her golden hair up in a ponytail, as usual.
"Hey Dustin, come on in before you freeze."
As soon as he was in, he told her the good news. "Angel, I did it! I proposed to Alex! She said yes! Alex is going to be my wife!!!"
She grabbed him and hugged him. [woah!]
"Dustin! That wonderful! [sic] I'm so happy for the both of you! Congratulations!"
They sat down on her powder blue couch.
"You're not allergic to dogs or cats, are you?"
"No."
"That's good." As soon as she said that, a silver tabby jumped up on her lap. "Hey Fluff-o! Dustin, this is Flufflebunny."
He chuckled at the cat's name and stroked her soft fur.
"So when's the wedding?"
"I don't know, we haven't worked any details out, we still haven't gotten over the initial shock I guess. Hey, why are you crying?" [of course]
"I'm so happy for you Dustin! I can't believe it! What did it feel like?"
"It's hard to explain, Angel. Let me tell you what happened."
Dustin told Angel everything that happened, from what Alex was wearing, to telling everyone the news [exciting!]. Angel got them both coffee, spilling Flufflebunny. She came back from the kitchen with a little tan and white bulldog and a brown and black shar-pei treading at her heels. [what? now I know most of what I wrote is completely ridiculous, but this is the least believable thing so far. What dogs don't either bark like maniacs or immediately bound to the door when a visitor comes in.] She set down the coffee and introduced Wally (the shar-pei) and Floyd (the bulldog). "Excuse me for a minute, Dustin. Come on guys. I'll give you some milkbones if you behave, okay?" They followed her back into the kitchen and then she returned without them. Noises of contented munching drived in from the kitchen.
She looked over at Dustin and he looked as if he was about to cry [finally!]. She rushed over to him. She put her arm around him. "Dustin what's wrong?"
"Barry and I promised each other that we'd be the best men at each other's wedding, and now ..."
"Dustin," she said gently, "That's all in the past. I know it's hard for you, but look at the present. You're getting married to the woman you love, you'll be together forever. Try to put your bad feelings aside. You have a future filled with hope and happiness, don't dwell on sadness in the past." [man. that's so deep]
"You're right Angel. You're so right. I've gotta go, thank you."
"Congratulations, Dustin."
"Say goodbye to your furry friends for me."
"I will."
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"See you tomorrow."
NOTES:
1) Whaaaaaaaaa? WTF was that ending? Well, Dustin, I guess Alexandra may have liquid eyes that light up with love and hair spritzed into a beautiful short style, but obviously you've got to sort some stuff out before you say "I do." I'm pretty sure I wasn't going for any sort of intrigue, though ... it was all supposed to be platonic.
2) So Angel lives in Minnesota now? Okay. I think my reasoning was that lots of wrestlers hail from Minnesota, so Angel probably should too. On the plus side, at least I finally realized that wrestlers don't live in their dressing rooms.
3) I'm a little disappointed at the paucity of details about Angel's house. Aside from a powder blue couch, what's it look like in there? I imagine there are framed posters of kittens dangling from tree limbs with "hang in there!" written at the bottom. And boxes of tissues everywhere.
4) At the risk of making myself seem like even more of a loser, I had a bulldog figurine and a sharpei figurine named, respectively, Wally and Floyd. A lot of things about me have changed since I was 13 years old, but grey cats, tan and white bulldogs, and brown shar-peis are still my favorite pets. Anyhoo, I know what you're thinking. This story was a perfect place for a Debilitating Pet Allergy. Don't think I didn't know that. This just wasn't the time. Be patient.
COMING UP NEXT TIME ...
Hoooooooooooo boy, we've got a good one on the docket. Ridiculous discussions of modern music, relationships, and S-E-X are on the way in ... Chapter 11: Rick and Scott's Party.
Chapter 10: Spreading Good News
Dustin bounded into the Minniapolis Arena happier than he had ever been in his life. The world was beauitful, its beauty second only to his fiance Alexandra. His good mood was dampened slightly when he found out that it was Angel's day off [I can't believe that he didn't start weeping]. He spread the good news to Sting, Ricky Steamboat, Ron Simmons, 2 Cold Scorpio, and the rest of his friends. After the match, he decided to call Angel. He asked if he could come over to her her home in Robinsdale for a few minutes [wait ... now she lives in Minnesota? When did this happen?!?]. She gave him directions. It was only about a 15 minute drive from the arena.
Her hosue was pretty from the outside. It was a small brick 2 story house with lots of windows. It had a saltbox style roof [shout out to my 7th grade social studies teacher, Mr. Kleinrock, for teaching me what those were!] and a one car garage outside. He rang her doorbell and she answered promptly. She had on a blue sweater and a pair of faded jeans. She wore her golden hair up in a ponytail, as usual.
"Hey Dustin, come on in before you freeze."
As soon as he was in, he told her the good news. "Angel, I did it! I proposed to Alex! She said yes! Alex is going to be my wife!!!"
She grabbed him and hugged him. [woah!]
"Dustin! That wonderful! [sic] I'm so happy for the both of you! Congratulations!"
They sat down on her powder blue couch.
"You're not allergic to dogs or cats, are you?"
"No."
"That's good." As soon as she said that, a silver tabby jumped up on her lap. "Hey Fluff-o! Dustin, this is Flufflebunny."
He chuckled at the cat's name and stroked her soft fur.
"So when's the wedding?"
"I don't know, we haven't worked any details out, we still haven't gotten over the initial shock I guess. Hey, why are you crying?" [of course]
"I'm so happy for you Dustin! I can't believe it! What did it feel like?"
"It's hard to explain, Angel. Let me tell you what happened."
Dustin told Angel everything that happened, from what Alex was wearing, to telling everyone the news [exciting!]. Angel got them both coffee, spilling Flufflebunny. She came back from the kitchen with a little tan and white bulldog and a brown and black shar-pei treading at her heels. [what? now I know most of what I wrote is completely ridiculous, but this is the least believable thing so far. What dogs don't either bark like maniacs or immediately bound to the door when a visitor comes in.] She set down the coffee and introduced Wally (the shar-pei) and Floyd (the bulldog). "Excuse me for a minute, Dustin. Come on guys. I'll give you some milkbones if you behave, okay?" They followed her back into the kitchen and then she returned without them. Noises of contented munching drived in from the kitchen.
She looked over at Dustin and he looked as if he was about to cry [finally!]. She rushed over to him. She put her arm around him. "Dustin what's wrong?"
"Barry and I promised each other that we'd be the best men at each other's wedding, and now ..."
"Dustin," she said gently, "That's all in the past. I know it's hard for you, but look at the present. You're getting married to the woman you love, you'll be together forever. Try to put your bad feelings aside. You have a future filled with hope and happiness, don't dwell on sadness in the past." [man. that's so deep]
"You're right Angel. You're so right. I've gotta go, thank you."
"Congratulations, Dustin."
"Say goodbye to your furry friends for me."
"I will."
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"See you tomorrow."
NOTES:
1) Whaaaaaaaaa? WTF was that ending? Well, Dustin, I guess Alexandra may have liquid eyes that light up with love and hair spritzed into a beautiful short style, but obviously you've got to sort some stuff out before you say "I do." I'm pretty sure I wasn't going for any sort of intrigue, though ... it was all supposed to be platonic.
2) So Angel lives in Minnesota now? Okay. I think my reasoning was that lots of wrestlers hail from Minnesota, so Angel probably should too. On the plus side, at least I finally realized that wrestlers don't live in their dressing rooms.
3) I'm a little disappointed at the paucity of details about Angel's house. Aside from a powder blue couch, what's it look like in there? I imagine there are framed posters of kittens dangling from tree limbs with "hang in there!" written at the bottom. And boxes of tissues everywhere.
4) At the risk of making myself seem like even more of a loser, I had a bulldog figurine and a sharpei figurine named, respectively, Wally and Floyd. A lot of things about me have changed since I was 13 years old, but grey cats, tan and white bulldogs, and brown shar-peis are still my favorite pets. Anyhoo, I know what you're thinking. This story was a perfect place for a Debilitating Pet Allergy. Don't think I didn't know that. This just wasn't the time. Be patient.
COMING UP NEXT TIME ...
Hoooooooooooo boy, we've got a good one on the docket. Ridiculous discussions of modern music, relationships, and S-E-X are on the way in ... Chapter 11: Rick and Scott's Party.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Chapter 7 - Clash of the Champions I
Chapter 7 – Clash of the Champions I
Special shout-out to The Carters, as this is where Dustin and Barry break up. And, as Wikipedia has confirmed, they actually did break up at the Clash of the Champions for the reason described here. Well, the part about Ricky Steamboat. I’m pretty sure it had nothing to do with a love triangle.
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The first match pitting 2 Cold Scorpio and Marcus Alexander Bagwell versus the team of Steve Austin and Brian Pillman [The Hollywood Blondes!] was a short one that ended with a DQ victory for Marcus and Scorpio. "Flyin" Brian Pillman hit Marc over th ehead with the belt, and then rammed his skull into the ringpost. Scorpio, fearing a concussion, brought him, carried him actually (he was out cold) to the nurse on duty, Angelica Kerris.
She helped Scorpio put him on the cot. "Will he be OK" he asked. "He'll be fine, Scorpio."
Angel grabbed the smelling salts and wove them under his nose briefly. He awoke instantly. Angel kept him from jolting upright.
"Do you feel dizzy or nauseas?" she asked, getting her optic light. [optic light? that sounds like Cyclops' mutant power. PS - let me tell you how close I was to writing X-Men fanfic. Very close. I had stories in my head, but they never made it to paper. We're all winners on that front, folks]
"No, but my head is killing me."
"Look at me." she said shinign the light into his eyes to check for dialation. They looked fine. She checked otu his heart and blood pressure. Normal. "How is your vision?"
"Fine."
"What day is it?"
"Wednesday."
"Where does it hurt the most?"
He pointed to a large bump on his head, hiddend by masses of dark hair. Angel got an ice pack and a couple of aspirin [look at that medical training! just like my school nurse!]
"Keep this up there until the ice melts, by then the swelling should have gone down, if it hasn't come back to me. Take more aspirin if the pain starts to bother you."
"Angel, can we talk." asked Marc. Scorpio excused himself, saying he had stuff to take care of.
"I don't have much to say to you, Marcus." She said frostily.
"But I have so much to say to you, Angel. I need to explain."
"Like what, Marcus. What could possibly need explaining?" [maybe he needs to explain that going on one date with somebody and not even getting to second base doesn't imply exclusivity]
"Oh Angel, I'm so sorry."
"You're sorry? Marcus, you broke my heart! I loved you and you were cheating on me with Missy Hyatt. How can you explain that?"
"I don't know, Angel. I never wanted this to happen, I loved you too. I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't good enough, Marcus. Nothing is. You hurt me and I'll never forget that. Now I've got work to do, okay?"
"Yeah, Ok." he left and they both ahde tears streaming down their faces.
Angel pulled herself together and cleaned up. She was terribly nervous. The next match was Dustin Rhodes and Barry Windham versus Ricky Steamboat and Shane Douglas. It was for Dustin and Barry's titles.
The match went smoothly until Ricky Steamboat was hit in the groin. Dustin refused to pin his friend for the victory. Barry was seething. He forced a tag to Dustin and further impaired Steamboat with some inverted atomic drops. Dustin tried in vain to stop him. Then to Barry's dismay and everyone's surprise, Ricky rolled up Barry for the three count and the tag titles. Shaen helped Ricky into the stretcher and angel fowarded Ricky to a hospital because there was nothing she could do for him. [what about an icepack and some aspirin?]
Meanwhile, Barry and Dustin got into a fight. Barry threw the first punch. Dustin tried to defend himself, but he didn't want to fight Barry, his longtime best friend. Barry superplexed Dustin off of the top rope, then rammed him into the steel pole head first several times. Finall, Barry spat on him and walked away.
Dustin was out cold and put on a stretcher, but by the time he got to Angel, who had seen the whole horrible event on her TV screen, he came around. He trid to get up, but Angel pushed him back down.
"Where's Ricky? Is he OK?"
"He'll be fine, Dustin. Now you've got to relax so I can check you out, OK?"
"Okay" he said reluctantly. ...
[I seriously had to cut some of this out. She basically takes a page to bandage his head and put iodine on his cuts. It's hideously boring. Trust me. Then Angel sits next to him on the cot and closes the door, thus ignoring any other medical duties that might come up for the rest of the night, in case Dustin needs to talk. And cry. Are you ready for the most egregiously egregious crying yet? Take a deep breath ...]
"I don't think I want to talk about this right now. Please don't take any offense. Can I just stay here with you for a while?"
"Sure, Dustin. I'll always be here for you. Stay as long as you need."
"Thanks, Ang." His voice was so soft, so sad. Angel felt tears brimming in her eyes. Dustin drew in a long, choppy breath, and he knew that he was going to cry. He didn't mind because Angel always made him feel comfortable. He loved her so much. He didn't know if he'd be able to cry in front of Sting, or even the Steiners. He loved them too, but she had a kind of magic over him [hurl], kind of like Barry used to have [huh?]. Oh god. Barry.
Angel felt his shoulders begin to shake. She put both arms around him. He sobbed quietly. Angel tightened her hold on him. A tear slid down her cheek. A few minutes later, he was ready to talk. He wiped his eyes and blew his nose [a key plot point, no doubt], and started his story.
"What you saw tonight was bad enough, the story is worse. Barry was even more upset that I told him that I was going to propose to Alex."
"You're what?"
"Tomorrow night I'm going to ask Alexandra York to be my wife."
"Congratulations! That's wonderful!"
"Thanks Ang. I just wish Barry felt the same way." He kissed her lightly, and thanked her again, then left, saying he needed to think, with tears still streaming.
This has been one of the saddest days of my life, thoguht Angel. It just has to get better. She was wrong.
NOTES:
1) Pfft, Angel and Dustin so need to get it on. They're both blonde and like crying and hugging. What else do you need for a healthy relationship?
2) Speaking of healthy relationships, RIP Angel and Marcus. How could it have possibly failed? He loved her all along! Shoot. Kind of makes you cynical about all relationships, eh? If it didn't work for them, how will any of us ever find love?
Coming up next ...
What else can possibly happen to break Angel's heart tonight? How about one more blonde guy crying in her office? Bonus: Angel mentions her cookies. Super Bonus: I mention Scott "Flash" Norton ... wow, that's old school. Tune in next time for ... Chapter 8 - Clash of the Champions II
Special shout-out to The Carters, as this is where Dustin and Barry break up. And, as Wikipedia has confirmed, they actually did break up at the Clash of the Champions for the reason described here. Well, the part about Ricky Steamboat. I’m pretty sure it had nothing to do with a love triangle.
---
The first match pitting 2 Cold Scorpio and Marcus Alexander Bagwell versus the team of Steve Austin and Brian Pillman [The Hollywood Blondes!] was a short one that ended with a DQ victory for Marcus and Scorpio. "Flyin" Brian Pillman hit Marc over th ehead with the belt, and then rammed his skull into the ringpost. Scorpio, fearing a concussion, brought him, carried him actually (he was out cold) to the nurse on duty, Angelica Kerris.
She helped Scorpio put him on the cot. "Will he be OK" he asked. "He'll be fine, Scorpio."
Angel grabbed the smelling salts and wove them under his nose briefly. He awoke instantly. Angel kept him from jolting upright.
"Do you feel dizzy or nauseas?" she asked, getting her optic light. [optic light? that sounds like Cyclops' mutant power. PS - let me tell you how close I was to writing X-Men fanfic. Very close. I had stories in my head, but they never made it to paper. We're all winners on that front, folks]
"No, but my head is killing me."
"Look at me." she said shinign the light into his eyes to check for dialation. They looked fine. She checked otu his heart and blood pressure. Normal. "How is your vision?"
"Fine."
"What day is it?"
"Wednesday."
"Where does it hurt the most?"
He pointed to a large bump on his head, hiddend by masses of dark hair. Angel got an ice pack and a couple of aspirin [look at that medical training! just like my school nurse!]
"Keep this up there until the ice melts, by then the swelling should have gone down, if it hasn't come back to me. Take more aspirin if the pain starts to bother you."
"Angel, can we talk." asked Marc. Scorpio excused himself, saying he had stuff to take care of.
"I don't have much to say to you, Marcus." She said frostily.
"But I have so much to say to you, Angel. I need to explain."
"Like what, Marcus. What could possibly need explaining?" [maybe he needs to explain that going on one date with somebody and not even getting to second base doesn't imply exclusivity]
"Oh Angel, I'm so sorry."
"You're sorry? Marcus, you broke my heart! I loved you and you were cheating on me with Missy Hyatt. How can you explain that?"
"I don't know, Angel. I never wanted this to happen, I loved you too. I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't good enough, Marcus. Nothing is. You hurt me and I'll never forget that. Now I've got work to do, okay?"
"Yeah, Ok." he left and they both ahde tears streaming down their faces.
Angel pulled herself together and cleaned up. She was terribly nervous. The next match was Dustin Rhodes and Barry Windham versus Ricky Steamboat and Shane Douglas. It was for Dustin and Barry's titles.
The match went smoothly until Ricky Steamboat was hit in the groin. Dustin refused to pin his friend for the victory. Barry was seething. He forced a tag to Dustin and further impaired Steamboat with some inverted atomic drops. Dustin tried in vain to stop him. Then to Barry's dismay and everyone's surprise, Ricky rolled up Barry for the three count and the tag titles. Shaen helped Ricky into the stretcher and angel fowarded Ricky to a hospital because there was nothing she could do for him. [what about an icepack and some aspirin?]
Meanwhile, Barry and Dustin got into a fight. Barry threw the first punch. Dustin tried to defend himself, but he didn't want to fight Barry, his longtime best friend. Barry superplexed Dustin off of the top rope, then rammed him into the steel pole head first several times. Finall, Barry spat on him and walked away.
Dustin was out cold and put on a stretcher, but by the time he got to Angel, who had seen the whole horrible event on her TV screen, he came around. He trid to get up, but Angel pushed him back down.
"Where's Ricky? Is he OK?"
"He'll be fine, Dustin. Now you've got to relax so I can check you out, OK?"
"Okay" he said reluctantly. ...
[I seriously had to cut some of this out. She basically takes a page to bandage his head and put iodine on his cuts. It's hideously boring. Trust me. Then Angel sits next to him on the cot and closes the door, thus ignoring any other medical duties that might come up for the rest of the night, in case Dustin needs to talk. And cry. Are you ready for the most egregiously egregious crying yet? Take a deep breath ...]
"I don't think I want to talk about this right now. Please don't take any offense. Can I just stay here with you for a while?"
"Sure, Dustin. I'll always be here for you. Stay as long as you need."
"Thanks, Ang." His voice was so soft, so sad. Angel felt tears brimming in her eyes. Dustin drew in a long, choppy breath, and he knew that he was going to cry. He didn't mind because Angel always made him feel comfortable. He loved her so much. He didn't know if he'd be able to cry in front of Sting, or even the Steiners. He loved them too, but she had a kind of magic over him [hurl], kind of like Barry used to have [huh?]. Oh god. Barry.
Angel felt his shoulders begin to shake. She put both arms around him. He sobbed quietly. Angel tightened her hold on him. A tear slid down her cheek. A few minutes later, he was ready to talk. He wiped his eyes and blew his nose [a key plot point, no doubt], and started his story.
"What you saw tonight was bad enough, the story is worse. Barry was even more upset that I told him that I was going to propose to Alex."
"You're what?"
"Tomorrow night I'm going to ask Alexandra York to be my wife."
"Congratulations! That's wonderful!"
"Thanks Ang. I just wish Barry felt the same way." He kissed her lightly, and thanked her again, then left, saying he needed to think, with tears still streaming.
This has been one of the saddest days of my life, thoguht Angel. It just has to get better. She was wrong.
NOTES:
1) Pfft, Angel and Dustin so need to get it on. They're both blonde and like crying and hugging. What else do you need for a healthy relationship?
2) Speaking of healthy relationships, RIP Angel and Marcus. How could it have possibly failed? He loved her all along! Shoot. Kind of makes you cynical about all relationships, eh? If it didn't work for them, how will any of us ever find love?
Coming up next ...
What else can possibly happen to break Angel's heart tonight? How about one more blonde guy crying in her office? Bonus: Angel mentions her cookies. Super Bonus: I mention Scott "Flash" Norton ... wow, that's old school. Tune in next time for ... Chapter 8 - Clash of the Champions II
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Chapter 6: Two Timing
So things were looking up for Angel in that last chapter. A new promotion, a new man to immediately fall in love with for no real reason ... looking ahead to the title of this chapter, however, I'm just going to assume that stuff's goin' south.
Chapter 6 – Two Timing
The next day, Angel walked into work all smiles. Word of the promotion had gotten around, and everyone was happy for her.
As she set up, she noticed that there was hardly any gauze, which was a major need. She went down to the supply closet in the basement and opened it with her key. She grabbed a couple of boxes from the shelf close to the door. She noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye. What she saw almost made her drop the boxes. Marcus Alexander Bagwell was in a liplock with Missy Hyatt.
She ran out silently, not wanting Marc to see her for fear he might run after her. She ran into the infirmary, dropped the gauze on the desk, and sat on a cot. She kept telling herself not to cry, that it would get her nowhere, but she couldn’t help it. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
Bobby Eaton was on his way to a training session with Arn when he noticed that Anglica’s door was closed. Her door was always open. He hoped that nothing was wrong, and knocked softly. When there was no answer, he opened it slightly. He saw her face in her hands and her shoulders shaking. He rushed over to her.
“Angelica, what’s wrong?”
She choked back a sob and said “Oh Bobby, I just saw Marcus kissing Missy Hyatt.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I know how much you liked him.”
“I didn’t just like him, I loved him, Bobby. Why has every body I loved turned around and broke my heart? First Marty, now Marc. Why?”
“Love can be cruel.”
Angelica sobbed. Bobby stroked her silky blonde hair [hurl] and she cried until she felt hollow inside.
Meanwhile, Arn Anderson who was looking for Bobby caught Angel and Bobby together. He was holding her! He knew it! Wait until Mrs. Eaton found out Arn slipped away silently.
“Bobby, this world would be so empty without you. Thank you for being here for me. And if you ever need a friend, I’ll always be here for you.”
“Same here. Okay, sorry, I’ve gotta go. Arn is waiting for me. “
“I’ll see you later.”
Bobby caught up to Arn in the hallway.
“Hey Arn.”
“Hey.” He said coldly
“Something wrong, Arn?”
“Don’t’ think I don’t know what you’re up to.”
“What’dya mean?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Bobby. I saw you and the nurse with each other today.”
“Angelica? Arn, I’m her friend, she needed me. She was having a rough time and I was comforting her.” Bobby walked off, shaking his head.
“Don’t you dare do that, Bobby Eaton. This conversation isn’t finished.”
“Arn, I don’t’ want to fight with you. You’re my best friend. Friendships are based on trust, but it seems this one is lacking trust.”
“You expect me to trust you after what I just saw? You’re a liar.”
“What is wrong with you, Arn?”
“It’s not me, it’s you, Eaton.” [I love how all of the fights between male friends in their mid-thirties sound like junior high break-ups.]
“I don’t have to take this, Arn. This conversation is over.”
“Yeah, then well so is this whole friendship!”
“Arn, we’ve been friends for two years, we’ve had plenty of fights worse than this. You’ve always trusted me. Trust me now.”
“And you’ve never lied to me. I can’t possibly trust someone who’s going to lie to me. Were you or were you not in the arms of that nurse.”
“I was but …”
“No buts. I think I know what I saw, and so do you.” [geez, what is this guy’s deal? Why can’t he be happy that his bff is cuddling a hot nurse?]
“Arn, she had her problems and I was concerned for her.”
“Don’t gimme that. Men and women can’t just be friends.”
“Look, Arn, this whole fight is stupid.”
“So you want me to just forget about it so you can get off the hook. No way. Now you listen, and you listen hard, because this is the last thing I’ll ever say to you, Eaton. You can have an affair with every cheap blond floozy you find, but if your wife ever finds out, don’t come crying to me, cause I sure as hell won’t care.”
Bobby didn’t call Arn back, he knew that it wouldn’t’ do any good. When Arn got mad, he took a while to cool down. But a week went by, and Arn hadn’t said a word to Bobby. With Arn’s knee injured, they dind’t tam together. Bobby was angry and upset, but he didn’t want to tell angel about it because he knew that Angelica, being her sweet self, would consider it her fault. He didn’t want to hurt her. Word had gotten to Marcus that angel had seen Missy and him kissing in the closet. Marc felt terrible about it, she refused to talk to him about it, it really hurt him. That was probably why his awareness was cut down in the ring at the upcoming clash.
Notes:
1) That scumbag! In the medical supply-filled basement of the sports complex with Missy Hyatt! Angel should have known never to trust a man with deep pools of eyes. I would like to point out that this is the lamest, most non-confrontational discovery of infidelity ever.
2) Who is your vote for most boring character? Mine is totally Bobby. Also, my vote for the most easily and bizarrely irritable character is Arn.
Coming up next:
Uh, oh, looks like Marc is going to be distracted in his upcoming match. I wonder if that will result in an injury that will require a visit to the infirmary … dunt dunt DUNN! Find out in …. Chapter 7 – Clash of the Champions I.
Chapter 6 – Two Timing
The next day, Angel walked into work all smiles. Word of the promotion had gotten around, and everyone was happy for her.
As she set up, she noticed that there was hardly any gauze, which was a major need. She went down to the supply closet in the basement and opened it with her key. She grabbed a couple of boxes from the shelf close to the door. She noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye. What she saw almost made her drop the boxes. Marcus Alexander Bagwell was in a liplock with Missy Hyatt.
She ran out silently, not wanting Marc to see her for fear he might run after her. She ran into the infirmary, dropped the gauze on the desk, and sat on a cot. She kept telling herself not to cry, that it would get her nowhere, but she couldn’t help it. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
Bobby Eaton was on his way to a training session with Arn when he noticed that Anglica’s door was closed. Her door was always open. He hoped that nothing was wrong, and knocked softly. When there was no answer, he opened it slightly. He saw her face in her hands and her shoulders shaking. He rushed over to her.
“Angelica, what’s wrong?”
She choked back a sob and said “Oh Bobby, I just saw Marcus kissing Missy Hyatt.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I know how much you liked him.”
“I didn’t just like him, I loved him, Bobby. Why has every body I loved turned around and broke my heart? First Marty, now Marc. Why?”
“Love can be cruel.”
Angelica sobbed. Bobby stroked her silky blonde hair [hurl] and she cried until she felt hollow inside.
Meanwhile, Arn Anderson who was looking for Bobby caught Angel and Bobby together. He was holding her! He knew it! Wait until Mrs. Eaton found out Arn slipped away silently.
“Bobby, this world would be so empty without you. Thank you for being here for me. And if you ever need a friend, I’ll always be here for you.”
“Same here. Okay, sorry, I’ve gotta go. Arn is waiting for me. “
“I’ll see you later.”
Bobby caught up to Arn in the hallway.
“Hey Arn.”
“Hey.” He said coldly
“Something wrong, Arn?”
“Don’t’ think I don’t know what you’re up to.”
“What’dya mean?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Bobby. I saw you and the nurse with each other today.”
“Angelica? Arn, I’m her friend, she needed me. She was having a rough time and I was comforting her.” Bobby walked off, shaking his head.
“Don’t you dare do that, Bobby Eaton. This conversation isn’t finished.”
“Arn, I don’t’ want to fight with you. You’re my best friend. Friendships are based on trust, but it seems this one is lacking trust.”
“You expect me to trust you after what I just saw? You’re a liar.”
“What is wrong with you, Arn?”
“It’s not me, it’s you, Eaton.” [I love how all of the fights between male friends in their mid-thirties sound like junior high break-ups.]
“I don’t have to take this, Arn. This conversation is over.”
“Yeah, then well so is this whole friendship!”
“Arn, we’ve been friends for two years, we’ve had plenty of fights worse than this. You’ve always trusted me. Trust me now.”
“And you’ve never lied to me. I can’t possibly trust someone who’s going to lie to me. Were you or were you not in the arms of that nurse.”
“I was but …”
“No buts. I think I know what I saw, and so do you.” [geez, what is this guy’s deal? Why can’t he be happy that his bff is cuddling a hot nurse?]
“Arn, she had her problems and I was concerned for her.”
“Don’t gimme that. Men and women can’t just be friends.”
“Look, Arn, this whole fight is stupid.”
“So you want me to just forget about it so you can get off the hook. No way. Now you listen, and you listen hard, because this is the last thing I’ll ever say to you, Eaton. You can have an affair with every cheap blond floozy you find, but if your wife ever finds out, don’t come crying to me, cause I sure as hell won’t care.”
Bobby didn’t call Arn back, he knew that it wouldn’t’ do any good. When Arn got mad, he took a while to cool down. But a week went by, and Arn hadn’t said a word to Bobby. With Arn’s knee injured, they dind’t tam together. Bobby was angry and upset, but he didn’t want to tell angel about it because he knew that Angelica, being her sweet self, would consider it her fault. He didn’t want to hurt her. Word had gotten to Marcus that angel had seen Missy and him kissing in the closet. Marc felt terrible about it, she refused to talk to him about it, it really hurt him. That was probably why his awareness was cut down in the ring at the upcoming clash.
Notes:
1) That scumbag! In the medical supply-filled basement of the sports complex with Missy Hyatt! Angel should have known never to trust a man with deep pools of eyes. I would like to point out that this is the lamest, most non-confrontational discovery of infidelity ever.
2) Who is your vote for most boring character? Mine is totally Bobby. Also, my vote for the most easily and bizarrely irritable character is Arn.
Coming up next:
Uh, oh, looks like Marc is going to be distracted in his upcoming match. I wonder if that will result in an injury that will require a visit to the infirmary … dunt dunt DUNN! Find out in …. Chapter 7 – Clash of the Champions I.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Chapter 14: A Turn of Events
Just in case it’s not painfully obvious, I was pretty sick of Marty. Here is his swan song. It’s a particularly inelegant sendoff. But not quite as inelegant as Bru’s.
Chapter 14: A Turn of Events
Marty had not come home last night. Anjel sat in her room in a hotel in Maine, worrying when he finally came home at 7:00 AM he fell fast asleep on his couch. She walked through his open door she nearly tripped over a briefcase she picked it up and it fell open a piece of U.S.A. Wrestle World. [woah run on sentence] It was a very respectable magazine. She opened it and read it while walking back to her room. It was about Marty Jannetty who had just arrived in the USWF! He had a scantily clad manager named Magnificent Marie. There was a picture of Marty and Marie in a liplock. Marie had long flowing black hair that fell to her waist [sound familiar?]. Anjel also read that Marty, when asked about former manager and perhaps even lover, he said “Anjel? Sure we had something—for maybe 5 seconds. Just another pretty face. Dumb Blonde. Now Marie …”
DUMB BLONDE!! She began to cry, which she hardly ever did. [?!?!] She loved him and she was just another pretty face. She cried harder than she had ever cried before. Her phone rang. Mr. Perfect heard the phone. He knocked on her door and opened it when there was no answer. He saw her crying.
“Anjel, honey, what’s wrong?” she handed him the clipping, minus the photo, and he hugged her tightly after reading it. Brutus heard the commotion and came in.
“Oh my gosh, what happened?” Anjel handed him the magazine clipping. He touched her on her shoulder and said “Don’t worry I’ll go talk to him.” He went into Marty’s dressing room and woke him from his sleep.
“Whaaaaa? Brutus? Go away! I’m sleeping.” He said in a murmur.
Brutus flicked the lights on and shoved the article in his face. “What the heck do you think you were doing?” he said [woah awkward verb tenses]
“Oh, this? Well it’s all true. I don’t need her. I’m officially leaving on Tuesday.” He said rubbing his eyes.
“You scum! She saved your life! How could you just toss her aside?”
“It’s a free country!” [touché] he said, now awake. “Now, Please, get out.”
Brutus shook his head in disgust. He left the room and went into Anjel’s room.
“Look Anjel, I know that this is not the best time to tell you this, but I’m moving back to San Francisco.” Said Brutus. “I’ll write. I promise you. My plane leaves in ½ an hour. I’ll miss you so much.” He said and kissed her goodbye. He left before he could cry in front of Mr. Perfect [hallelujah]
“The nerve of that guy! You think he’d tell you in advance! How could he drop a bombshell on you with that kind of impact. Especially now.” said Mr. Perfect
Anjel sobbed “My whole life is falling apart.”
Mr. Perfect squoze her tightly. “Don’t worry, Anjel. Everything will turn out OK. Every thing is going to be OK” he soothed. “Look, I know how you feel. When Nightshade left me, I thought things could not get any worse, but now with Bobby and Ric Hating my guts, I guess they did. [now there are some words of encouragement]. But, Anjel, I want you to remember one thing no matter how bad things get for either of us (pause) I’ll always love you.” [somebody cue Whitney Houston]
She locked eyes with him and replied, in a quavering voice “I’ll always love you, too. Forever.” She swallowed and said “Thank you so much. You don’t know how much better you made me feel by saying that.” They just kind of sat like that for a while, with Mr. Perfect’s arms around Anjel’s shoulders. He did not want to leave her until he was sure she would be OK. Finally after along time spent talking softly to one another about things like their childhood, their parents, ad their homes, anything to keep Anjel’s mind off of Current times Anjel fell asleep on Mr. Perfect’s shoulder. Being tired himself, he gently laid her down on the couch and spread a blanket over her, trying hard not to awake her [or the readers. Zzzz]
Anjel awoke around 11:00 AM next morning. Painful memories of the night before came back. She showered and changed her clothes.
The next two weeks were hard. Anjel had never felt so alone in her life. Mr. Perfect was there for her, but ever since his split with Flair, he’d been obsessed with revenge. Anjel needed a job—badly. [what, no offers to be a doctor?] She had gone to countless job interviews, filled out infinate resumes until one day, she found a job. She was over-qualified for it and knew that it was something that she would enjoy doing. It was time to begin a new life. With her new career as a first aid Nurse for WCW.
THE END???
This is not the end. It is merely the beginning of a new life for Anjel, with new relationships, new enemies, and most importantly, new friends. Continued in BOOK 2 – Angelica’s New Life
NOTES:
1) Why is Marty carrying around magazine clippings in a briefcase? Wait, why does Marty even have a briefcase? He’s a professional wrestler, not an investment banker.
2) Man. Brutus has some timing in announcing his trip back to SF. I wonder if he’s trying to get me to write Reunited Part III.
3) So by this point in my career as a wrestling fan, I was starting to like WCW more than WWF. No, this has nothing to do with the Monday Night Wars or the Outsiders or any of the stuff that made WCW popular in the Nitro era. This was 1993. The Hollywood Blondes, Dustin Rhodes, Barry Windham, 2 Cold Scorpio … why did I get so obsessed? No clue. But I did. And I decided that I needed to shake things up. So off to WCW goes our sparkling Mary Sue! But what horrible allergies and fonts of tears await her there? You’ll find out in … Chapter 1: Introductions. [Yes, I restarted the chapters. Hey, it's a free country!]
Chapter 14: A Turn of Events
Marty had not come home last night. Anjel sat in her room in a hotel in Maine, worrying when he finally came home at 7:00 AM he fell fast asleep on his couch. She walked through his open door she nearly tripped over a briefcase she picked it up and it fell open a piece of U.S.A. Wrestle World. [woah run on sentence] It was a very respectable magazine. She opened it and read it while walking back to her room. It was about Marty Jannetty who had just arrived in the USWF! He had a scantily clad manager named Magnificent Marie. There was a picture of Marty and Marie in a liplock. Marie had long flowing black hair that fell to her waist [sound familiar?]. Anjel also read that Marty, when asked about former manager and perhaps even lover, he said “Anjel? Sure we had something—for maybe 5 seconds. Just another pretty face. Dumb Blonde. Now Marie …”
DUMB BLONDE!! She began to cry, which she hardly ever did. [?!?!] She loved him and she was just another pretty face. She cried harder than she had ever cried before. Her phone rang. Mr. Perfect heard the phone. He knocked on her door and opened it when there was no answer. He saw her crying.
“Anjel, honey, what’s wrong?” she handed him the clipping, minus the photo, and he hugged her tightly after reading it. Brutus heard the commotion and came in.
“Oh my gosh, what happened?” Anjel handed him the magazine clipping. He touched her on her shoulder and said “Don’t worry I’ll go talk to him.” He went into Marty’s dressing room and woke him from his sleep.
“Whaaaaa? Brutus? Go away! I’m sleeping.” He said in a murmur.
Brutus flicked the lights on and shoved the article in his face. “What the heck do you think you were doing?” he said [woah awkward verb tenses]
“Oh, this? Well it’s all true. I don’t need her. I’m officially leaving on Tuesday.” He said rubbing his eyes.
“You scum! She saved your life! How could you just toss her aside?”
“It’s a free country!” [touché] he said, now awake. “Now, Please, get out.”
Brutus shook his head in disgust. He left the room and went into Anjel’s room.
“Look Anjel, I know that this is not the best time to tell you this, but I’m moving back to San Francisco.” Said Brutus. “I’ll write. I promise you. My plane leaves in ½ an hour. I’ll miss you so much.” He said and kissed her goodbye. He left before he could cry in front of Mr. Perfect [hallelujah]
“The nerve of that guy! You think he’d tell you in advance! How could he drop a bombshell on you with that kind of impact. Especially now.” said Mr. Perfect
Anjel sobbed “My whole life is falling apart.”
Mr. Perfect squoze her tightly. “Don’t worry, Anjel. Everything will turn out OK. Every thing is going to be OK” he soothed. “Look, I know how you feel. When Nightshade left me, I thought things could not get any worse, but now with Bobby and Ric Hating my guts, I guess they did. [now there are some words of encouragement]. But, Anjel, I want you to remember one thing no matter how bad things get for either of us (pause) I’ll always love you.” [somebody cue Whitney Houston]
She locked eyes with him and replied, in a quavering voice “I’ll always love you, too. Forever.” She swallowed and said “Thank you so much. You don’t know how much better you made me feel by saying that.” They just kind of sat like that for a while, with Mr. Perfect’s arms around Anjel’s shoulders. He did not want to leave her until he was sure she would be OK. Finally after along time spent talking softly to one another about things like their childhood, their parents, ad their homes, anything to keep Anjel’s mind off of Current times Anjel fell asleep on Mr. Perfect’s shoulder. Being tired himself, he gently laid her down on the couch and spread a blanket over her, trying hard not to awake her [or the readers. Zzzz]
Anjel awoke around 11:00 AM next morning. Painful memories of the night before came back. She showered and changed her clothes.
The next two weeks were hard. Anjel had never felt so alone in her life. Mr. Perfect was there for her, but ever since his split with Flair, he’d been obsessed with revenge. Anjel needed a job—badly. [what, no offers to be a doctor?] She had gone to countless job interviews, filled out infinate resumes until one day, she found a job. She was over-qualified for it and knew that it was something that she would enjoy doing. It was time to begin a new life. With her new career as a first aid Nurse for WCW.
THE END???
This is not the end. It is merely the beginning of a new life for Anjel, with new relationships, new enemies, and most importantly, new friends. Continued in BOOK 2 – Angelica’s New Life
NOTES:
1) Why is Marty carrying around magazine clippings in a briefcase? Wait, why does Marty even have a briefcase? He’s a professional wrestler, not an investment banker.
2) Man. Brutus has some timing in announcing his trip back to SF. I wonder if he’s trying to get me to write Reunited Part III.
3) So by this point in my career as a wrestling fan, I was starting to like WCW more than WWF. No, this has nothing to do with the Monday Night Wars or the Outsiders or any of the stuff that made WCW popular in the Nitro era. This was 1993. The Hollywood Blondes, Dustin Rhodes, Barry Windham, 2 Cold Scorpio … why did I get so obsessed? No clue. But I did. And I decided that I needed to shake things up. So off to WCW goes our sparkling Mary Sue! But what horrible allergies and fonts of tears await her there? You’ll find out in … Chapter 1: Introductions. [Yes, I restarted the chapters. Hey, it's a free country!]
Friday, August 8, 2008
A Perfect Point of View: Part II
(just tuning in? Hello! Please read the introduction first!)
I'm sure y'all are just on the edge of your seats wondering what's going to happen next. Never fear ... for now I bring to you: “A Perfect Point of View” part II ... and yes, Anjel finds her little blonde way into this .... good golly.
“A Perfect Point of View” part II:
**~~The Next Day~~**
The Flair Trifecta—I mean Quadfecta meeting was called early because Slick Ric was taping an interview for Superstars which I was not invited to. We had the afternoon off.
“Oh, Damn!” [gasp! A swear word! Look out, Mr. P!] said N.S.
“What?” I asked
“My old boss, Riely is supposed to call soon to discuss the finality of my resignation.”
“What were you?”
“Sales Rep. I’ve got 15 minutes.” she replied.
I walked her to her door when we got there she invited me in. There were 5 minutes to spare.
“Nice place” I said
“Thanks.”
The way she said that was amazing. It wasn’t like she was just saying it to be polite. She said it like—well, I can’t describe it. Oh great, now she’s got me analyzing thank yous. Am I in love or what? It wasn’t until I actually thought it that I realized it. I was I love with this woman. But did she fell even a little like himself about him? She did kiss me but I’ll bet she does that to hundreds of men. That’s part of her charm, she’s so ….. mysterious.
While I was in deep thought, she kissed me again. Even better than the last time because 1. it lasted longer 2. she had her arms around my neck and 3. this time we were kissing each other instead of just her kissing me. Man oh man do I love her.
<><><>
Oh god! He is an incredible kisser. The best I’ve ever had … no … the best was Tommy … no I mean George … or Roger. Well he’s one of the best. And he’s nice, and funny, and he seems to like me, plus he is good looking. All this and a terrific kisser. Wow! He’s perfect he even wears black. But do I need him. I’m not sure. You can’t tell much person in 2 days. Can you?
<><><>
The telephone rang.
“Oh Damn. It’s Riely!” she said.
I kissed her on the cheek and said good bye while she picked up the phone. I started to wash off the purple lipstick [classy!] smeared on my face. When I had finsied, I wrote a letter to Anjel.
Dear Anjel,
Hello! How is Marty? You know the WWF’s policy of if a wrestler leaves, a replacement must be found, well … you should see the new replacement! Her name is Nightshade, and, well I think I’m in love with her. Let me tell you about her. She’s got long black hair, green eyes and wears purple lipstick. She is very mysterious I don’t know much about her except that she’s from New York City and likes Bobby Darin. She’s impulsive and we’ve kissed each other 2 times* so far. She has to date at least 20 times a week. She’s nice when she wants to be, she kinds of reminds me of the way I’m supposed to be, only a little nicer. Anyway, even though we’ve kissed, I’m not sure of how she feels about me. Should I tell her I love her? I miss you very much. Things just aren’t the same without you.
* actually she kissed me first, then we both kissed.
Love, Mr. P
PS – have the peach trees blossomed yet?
PPS – Bobby says Hello! And the Mountie wants me to tell you that he misses you <3
Here’s the letter I got back
Dear Mr. P,
Hi! Boy it’s good to hear from you! I miss you so much! Marty is fine [what? No flu?] and yes! The Peach Trees have bloomed! Well the woman you love sounds very intriging! By what you tell me I would thing that she is not the kind of person who would want to make a commitment just yet [but … they’ve kissed]. Since she kissed you first, I think that she will tell you how she feels when she’s ready, But if you believe—truly believe—that she loves you back, go ahead and tell her! Let me know how things go! I’m only a letter or a phone call away! All the best. Love, Anjel
PS – say hi! To Bobby and tell the mountie I miss him too!
--
I can always get good advice from Anjel. I really do love her, not like I love Nightshade, I mean she’s absolutely beautiful, but still, I love her like a sister. She’s my best friend. I’m not absolutely sure N.S. loves me, in fact, I doubt it, so I’ll have to wait until she tells me.
Someone knocked on my door.
“Come in!” I said
It was Nightshade she stepped into my room.
“Oh, air conditioning!” said N.S. as she sampled the temperature in my room.
“Do you want me to turn it off or something? This heat in Florida can make me pass out.” I asked.
“No, leave it on, I like it.” she continued “I was wondering, what does Ric Flair want us to do?”
“Nothing until 6:00 tonight, he’s got a match and we need to plan it.” I informed her.
“Oh. 4 whole hours to kill.” she said and I swear I saw a twinkle in her beautiful green eyes. I don’t know why I said it, but right then and there I told her
“N.S., I love you”
And she laughed! That sound I thought was beautiful was now a creul sound. She laughed! How could she? [uhm, maybe because you just met her yesterday?]
<><><>
Ow! Why did I do that? The poor guy! He loved me and I laughed.
<><><>
“Get out now or I’ll pick you up and put you out and I mean it!” I said.
She left looking down. I sat and thought about it. I need to talk to Anjel [of course]. Since Florida and Georgia were close I called her. (don't want to spring for long distance???)
Notes
1) My sixth-grade math teacher was named Mr. Reilly. I apologize for involving him in this story and misspelling his name. Also, I still don’t know what a sales rep does.
2) I think one of my lost stories involves Mr. P. almost passing out in Anjel’s dressing room because she doesn’t have the air conditioning turned on. I’m sure it was exciting; too bad y’all are missing out.
COMING UP NEXT: “A Perfect Point of View”: part III, in which Nightshade apologizes to Mr. P. I smell egregious crying! It also contains one of the best lines I've ever written.
I'm sure y'all are just on the edge of your seats wondering what's going to happen next. Never fear ... for now I bring to you: “A Perfect Point of View” part II ... and yes, Anjel finds her little blonde way into this .... good golly.
“A Perfect Point of View” part II:
**~~The Next Day~~**
The Flair Trifecta—I mean Quadfecta meeting was called early because Slick Ric was taping an interview for Superstars which I was not invited to. We had the afternoon off.
“Oh, Damn!” [gasp! A swear word! Look out, Mr. P!] said N.S.
“What?” I asked
“My old boss, Riely is supposed to call soon to discuss the finality of my resignation.”
“What were you?”
“Sales Rep. I’ve got 15 minutes.” she replied.
I walked her to her door when we got there she invited me in. There were 5 minutes to spare.
“Nice place” I said
“Thanks.”
The way she said that was amazing. It wasn’t like she was just saying it to be polite. She said it like—well, I can’t describe it. Oh great, now she’s got me analyzing thank yous. Am I in love or what? It wasn’t until I actually thought it that I realized it. I was I love with this woman. But did she fell even a little like himself about him? She did kiss me but I’ll bet she does that to hundreds of men. That’s part of her charm, she’s so ….. mysterious.
While I was in deep thought, she kissed me again. Even better than the last time because 1. it lasted longer 2. she had her arms around my neck and 3. this time we were kissing each other instead of just her kissing me. Man oh man do I love her.
<><><>
Oh god! He is an incredible kisser. The best I’ve ever had … no … the best was Tommy … no I mean George … or Roger. Well he’s one of the best. And he’s nice, and funny, and he seems to like me, plus he is good looking. All this and a terrific kisser. Wow! He’s perfect he even wears black. But do I need him. I’m not sure. You can’t tell much person in 2 days. Can you?
<><><>
The telephone rang.
“Oh Damn. It’s Riely!” she said.
I kissed her on the cheek and said good bye while she picked up the phone. I started to wash off the purple lipstick [classy!] smeared on my face. When I had finsied, I wrote a letter to Anjel.
Dear Anjel,
Hello! How is Marty? You know the WWF’s policy of if a wrestler leaves, a replacement must be found, well … you should see the new replacement! Her name is Nightshade, and, well I think I’m in love with her. Let me tell you about her. She’s got long black hair, green eyes and wears purple lipstick. She is very mysterious I don’t know much about her except that she’s from New York City and likes Bobby Darin. She’s impulsive and we’ve kissed each other 2 times* so far. She has to date at least 20 times a week. She’s nice when she wants to be, she kinds of reminds me of the way I’m supposed to be, only a little nicer. Anyway, even though we’ve kissed, I’m not sure of how she feels about me. Should I tell her I love her? I miss you very much. Things just aren’t the same without you.
* actually she kissed me first, then we both kissed.
Love, Mr. P
PS – have the peach trees blossomed yet?
PPS – Bobby says Hello! And the Mountie wants me to tell you that he misses you <3
Here’s the letter I got back
Dear Mr. P,
Hi! Boy it’s good to hear from you! I miss you so much! Marty is fine [what? No flu?] and yes! The Peach Trees have bloomed! Well the woman you love sounds very intriging! By what you tell me I would thing that she is not the kind of person who would want to make a commitment just yet [but … they’ve kissed]. Since she kissed you first, I think that she will tell you how she feels when she’s ready, But if you believe—truly believe—that she loves you back, go ahead and tell her! Let me know how things go! I’m only a letter or a phone call away! All the best. Love, Anjel
PS – say hi! To Bobby and tell the mountie I miss him too!
--
I can always get good advice from Anjel. I really do love her, not like I love Nightshade, I mean she’s absolutely beautiful, but still, I love her like a sister. She’s my best friend. I’m not absolutely sure N.S. loves me, in fact, I doubt it, so I’ll have to wait until she tells me.
Someone knocked on my door.
“Come in!” I said
It was Nightshade she stepped into my room.
“Oh, air conditioning!” said N.S. as she sampled the temperature in my room.
“Do you want me to turn it off or something? This heat in Florida can make me pass out.” I asked.
“No, leave it on, I like it.” she continued “I was wondering, what does Ric Flair want us to do?”
“Nothing until 6:00 tonight, he’s got a match and we need to plan it.” I informed her.
“Oh. 4 whole hours to kill.” she said and I swear I saw a twinkle in her beautiful green eyes. I don’t know why I said it, but right then and there I told her
“N.S., I love you”
And she laughed! That sound I thought was beautiful was now a creul sound. She laughed! How could she? [uhm, maybe because you just met her yesterday?]
<><><>
Ow! Why did I do that? The poor guy! He loved me and I laughed.
<><><>
“Get out now or I’ll pick you up and put you out and I mean it!” I said.
She left looking down. I sat and thought about it. I need to talk to Anjel [of course]. Since Florida and Georgia were close I called her. (don't want to spring for long distance???)
Notes
1) My sixth-grade math teacher was named Mr. Reilly. I apologize for involving him in this story and misspelling his name. Also, I still don’t know what a sales rep does.
2) I think one of my lost stories involves Mr. P. almost passing out in Anjel’s dressing room because she doesn’t have the air conditioning turned on. I’m sure it was exciting; too bad y’all are missing out.
COMING UP NEXT: “A Perfect Point of View”: part III, in which Nightshade apologizes to Mr. P. I smell egregious crying! It also contains one of the best lines I've ever written.
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