"Hey Bobby," Corinne said, calling out one of the security guards standing
in front of the group of people gathered around the area where the
wrestlers were pulling in.
"Remember me?"
Bobby wrinkled his brow, knowing that he had met her before but could not for the life of him remember when.
"Uh, no. I swear, I'm sorry, I recognize your face but I can't put a name."
"Well, it was a few years ago. The last time you saw me I had a friend with me. Do you remember anyone named Melissa...well I called her Mel? We were really silly; we were waiting for the wrestlers to come out of the garage and you talked to us for like two hours. You told us about your cop twin brother with no neck."
Bobby smiled. "Wait a minute. I remember you! Corinne, right?" It was rare for him to actually have long conversations with the people who came the arena night after night, but he remembered the two girls who had both tried their damnedest to get backstage. He laughed out loud as more memories came to his mind.
"You asked me if you could push your friend in front of the Hardy boy's car so you could take a picture. And then you said that you would take over the post for me, and asked me to give you my shirt. How could I forget!"
"Yep, that's me." The crowd, who had been listening to the conversation in amusement, looked back and forth at the girl who seemed to be in her early 20's and the security guard. But then a car began to pull up and everyone began yelling out, "Oh my god, it's the Undertaker!"
Bobby allowed the fans to take their pictures, and looked at Corinne whom he had remembered to be a hardcore fan, but was now not taking pictures.
"Hey, don't you want to pull out a camera and snap some shots?"
"Nah, I'm going backstage tonight."
"How'd you manage that? No matter how funny you were, I'm still not letting you get back there!" Bob said smiling.
"Not necessary bud, I work for the WWF." Corinne said, smiling as about ten people from the audience stared at her with their mouths hanging open, thinking that she didn't look like a wrestler at all.
"Oh sorry, I'm not a wrestler! I just work for the company," she quickly said.
"Oh," came the general reaction from the crowd.
"Well lookie here. What do you do there?"
"Oh, I'm an accountant. But I also minored in communications so their having me start writing some columns now and then." Corinne said looking down at her watch.
"Well it was really nice seeing you again..." Corinne began. But the crowd began to yell again.
"It's the Hardy Boys!" The car slowed down and Matt waved from the drivers seat, while Jeff just put his head down.
"Hey, you going around backstage tonight? You're gonna look for the fruity boys aren't you?" Bob said, remembering how Corinne and Melissa had tried their damnedest to get backstage in order to see them.
Corinne narrowed her eyes, and tried to look serious, but couldn't and ended up laughing out loud.
"Oh god, we were so stupid. But yes I am, is that all right with you? I've only been working here a few months and I haven't used my backstage ticket yet. And they are not fruity!"
"Well since you work for them now, I can take you around if you want. Where are you sitting?"
"Right in front on the floor."
"Whoa...Look who's getting the good seats now! How'd you manage that?" Bob asked knowing that even most of the employees got seats in the regular rows and not usually on the floor.
"I flirted with the guy that gives out tickets." She said seriously.
"Are you serious?" He asked incredulously.
"Yeah, hey I'm just an accountant. Nothing major. I had no other tools."
"Oh man, I want to hear this story. I'll come by. I don't think I'm working during the show."
"All right. See ya later!" Corinne said waving to him.
As she left a short, bald security guard came up to Bobby.
"Hey Bobby, who's the girl? She's pretty cute."
"Oh come on Jose, the kid's like 21 if not just 20."
"Really, hmmm young blood. How'd you meet her, you cradle robber you," the man said, elbowing Robert in the ribs.
"What the heck are you talking about? I am almost 40 years old. She's just a kid. I met her a few years back at another wrestling match with her friend. She works for the WWF now."
"Hmm, interesting stuff. So you don't think she's cute?"
"Well yeah, but she's too young. Seems like a good kid though, maybe I'll hook her up with Ben."
"Your little brother? I thought you said she was a good kid."
"She is. So?"
"So why in god's name would you try to set her up with your brother?"
"Oh, yeah…. hey! He's a good kid, he just needs…"
"A beating? Or a plunger to get out whatever the hell is stuck up his butt?"
"Hey, that's my brother you're talking about."
"Is the little bunghole here tonight?"
"Yeah. So don't introduce them?"
"Not if you think this girl is a nice one. No offense man, but your brother is the devil incarnate. He's not like you or Andy."
"Yeah, guess so. Let's hope he doesn't notice her then. She looks like his type."
"Umm…leggy, exotic look? Whose type isn't she?"
"You forgot possibly under 21 which means she really shouldn't be either one of ours."
"Hey…as long as she's legal."
"Sicko," Bob said, before beginning to put the barrier up.
"Remember me?"
Bobby wrinkled his brow, knowing that he had met her before but could not for the life of him remember when.
"Uh, no. I swear, I'm sorry, I recognize your face but I can't put a name."
"Well, it was a few years ago. The last time you saw me I had a friend with me. Do you remember anyone named Melissa...well I called her Mel? We were really silly; we were waiting for the wrestlers to come out of the garage and you talked to us for like two hours. You told us about your cop twin brother with no neck."
Bobby smiled. "Wait a minute. I remember you! Corinne, right?" It was rare for him to actually have long conversations with the people who came the arena night after night, but he remembered the two girls who had both tried their damnedest to get backstage. He laughed out loud as more memories came to his mind.
"You asked me if you could push your friend in front of the Hardy boy's car so you could take a picture. And then you said that you would take over the post for me, and asked me to give you my shirt. How could I forget!"
"Yep, that's me." The crowd, who had been listening to the conversation in amusement, looked back and forth at the girl who seemed to be in her early 20's and the security guard. But then a car began to pull up and everyone began yelling out, "Oh my god, it's the Undertaker!"
Bobby allowed the fans to take their pictures, and looked at Corinne whom he had remembered to be a hardcore fan, but was now not taking pictures.
"Hey, don't you want to pull out a camera and snap some shots?"
"Nah, I'm going backstage tonight."
"How'd you manage that? No matter how funny you were, I'm still not letting you get back there!" Bob said smiling.
"Not necessary bud, I work for the WWF." Corinne said, smiling as about ten people from the audience stared at her with their mouths hanging open, thinking that she didn't look like a wrestler at all.
"Oh sorry, I'm not a wrestler! I just work for the company," she quickly said.
"Oh," came the general reaction from the crowd.
"Well lookie here. What do you do there?"
"Oh, I'm an accountant. But I also minored in communications so their having me start writing some columns now and then." Corinne said looking down at her watch.
"Well it was really nice seeing you again..." Corinne began. But the crowd began to yell again.
"It's the Hardy Boys!" The car slowed down and Matt waved from the drivers seat, while Jeff just put his head down.
"Hey, you going around backstage tonight? You're gonna look for the fruity boys aren't you?" Bob said, remembering how Corinne and Melissa had tried their damnedest to get backstage in order to see them.
Corinne narrowed her eyes, and tried to look serious, but couldn't and ended up laughing out loud.
"Oh god, we were so stupid. But yes I am, is that all right with you? I've only been working here a few months and I haven't used my backstage ticket yet. And they are not fruity!"
"Well since you work for them now, I can take you around if you want. Where are you sitting?"
"Right in front on the floor."
"Whoa...Look who's getting the good seats now! How'd you manage that?" Bob asked knowing that even most of the employees got seats in the regular rows and not usually on the floor.
"I flirted with the guy that gives out tickets." She said seriously.
"Are you serious?" He asked incredulously.
"Yeah, hey I'm just an accountant. Nothing major. I had no other tools."
"Oh man, I want to hear this story. I'll come by. I don't think I'm working during the show."
"All right. See ya later!" Corinne said waving to him.
As she left a short, bald security guard came up to Bobby.
"Hey Bobby, who's the girl? She's pretty cute."
"Oh come on Jose, the kid's like 21 if not just 20."
"Really, hmmm young blood. How'd you meet her, you cradle robber you," the man said, elbowing Robert in the ribs.
"What the heck are you talking about? I am almost 40 years old. She's just a kid. I met her a few years back at another wrestling match with her friend. She works for the WWF now."
"Hmm, interesting stuff. So you don't think she's cute?"
"Well yeah, but she's too young. Seems like a good kid though, maybe I'll hook her up with Ben."
"Your little brother? I thought you said she was a good kid."
"She is. So?"
"So why in god's name would you try to set her up with your brother?"
"Oh, yeah…. hey! He's a good kid, he just needs…"
"A beating? Or a plunger to get out whatever the hell is stuck up his butt?"
"Hey, that's my brother you're talking about."
"Is the little bunghole here tonight?"
"Yeah. So don't introduce them?"
"Not if you think this girl is a nice one. No offense man, but your brother is the devil incarnate. He's not like you or Andy."
"Yeah, guess so. Let's hope he doesn't notice her then. She looks like his type."
"Umm…leggy, exotic look? Whose type isn't she?"
"You forgot possibly under 21 which means she really shouldn't be either one of ours."
"Hey…as long as she's legal."
"Sicko," Bob said, before beginning to put the barrier up.