This story includes:
Hazel: (me in my little fantasies where I am a WWE superstar)
Christian: Boyfriend of Hazel, played by Christian.
Hardcore Holly (Robert Howard): the ex.
Torrie Wilson: the ex's ex-girlfriend with a brick and unending fury.
Sophia: the friend/wrestler
Booker T, Edge, Lita, Hunter Chris Beniot and Jeff.
Note: I have nothing to do with the WWE and it's characters. In no way what
so ever do I have anything to do with these people and their lives.
Christian and I were tired, but for some reason we were still awkae and the God forsaken hour or 2 am watching Growing Pains of all things. The phone rang and I reached for the caller id. It read Helmsly, Hunter and Sophia. "Ooh, important," I dove. Christian pushed me back playfully and reached for the phone himself. "CHRISTIAN!" I screamed reaching madly for air. I grabbed at his hair and pulled, he screamed laughing but kept the ringing phone high.
"Can't touch me! Can't touch me! Ooh yeah, cripple, what now?" he laughed. I couldn't help but laugh myself and gave up. I wasn't going to get the phone. Christian (rudely and nosily) answers the (my) phone.
" Hazel's?"
"Uh...what?" asked Sophia.
"Hazel Green's residence, this her totally awesome boy-toy Chris-to-the-ish- chan speaking. What's up?"
"Just shut up and put Hazel on the phone!" Sophia barked.
"Fine, fine. You don't have to me so bossy." He passed me the phone and I punched him with my good arm.
"Hello?"
"Hazel? You won't believe what just happen to Hunter today."
"He fell off a bridge and fell onto some sense for not marrying you yet?"
"No," she sighed. "But it's better for you.I ...guess. Well...no, because you're not...wait...wait...no.um. Shut up! You threw me off!"
"What happened today?" I asked amused by my friends confusion.
"Okay. Hunter was at Met-X right? You know working out, getting ready for tomorrow and all and he sees Robert."
"Howard? Hardcore?"
"Yep. And guess what?"
"What?"
"Torrie broke up with him. Threw him out on his a-um.butt."
"Why?" I asked sitting down slowly.
"Someone called your name out at the wrong time."
"You mean in-"
"Yep."
"While they were-"
"Yep."
"OH.MY.GOD!"
I was going under the knife the next day. Christian was off in Tampa getting ready for Raw and I was pretty much alone. Well, except for the swarm of fans outside the building. How they found out I was at that hospital I don't know. I was waiting in my room trying to find Jenny Jones on TV when I remember just why I was there. Honestly, the reason was crap. Crap I tell you. Pure crap. I had torn a ligament in my shoulder and my God, who knew just how important that thing was. If I'd known, I would of rolled out of the way of that stupid Swanton bomb. I knew it was messed up the second he landed on me.
"You okay?" Jeff asked as he rolled me up for the pin. I wanted to say no. I wanted to break out into tears cause it hurt that much, but I didn't. I just laid there for the 1,2,3 and just like that, I lost my intercontinental championship.
The stupid music started and I still lay flat. Jeff went to shake my hand for a good match, but I tore away. He grabbed the bad arm, the retard.
"Holy sh-," he cursed kneeling beside me.
"No, just go," I whispered through me teeth. "I can go myself, just enjoy your victory walk. Go!" Jeff rubbed my head, (messing up my hair my already tired hair) and hopped off. With that I slide out the ring. Walked up ramp holding my shoulder. Alone.
"Surgery huh? Christian sighed two nights later. We were at my condo in Toronto, enjoying the last of out weekend together. "That sucks."
"Well I know that you reekazoid!" I hit him with a pillow. Immediately I wish I hadn't because a bolt of pain burned through my arm.
"Oh sweetie," Christian cooed touching my back softly. "Shouldn't they have put a cast on that thing?"
"They gave me a sling," I said getting up to walk off the pain.
"What about pain killers?"
"I refuse to put that synthetic crap in my body."
"But you should. It helps," he snorted. I gave him a dirty glace and paced slower. "Don't you have a plane to catch?"
Christian sighed heavily and got to his feet. "I swear your such a bitch sometimes, Hazel."
"Well you know what? You kissed this bitch so shut up."
Christian laughed to himself as the phone began to ring. I reached and drew back painfully. I couldn't wait for the surgery that day.
Now it was surgery day and I was angry. First off, I hadn't been drugged. Second, Christina couldn't come see me. Third, fans were outside and I couldn't say hi and fourth, I couldn't fine JENNY JONES!
"No no no," I whined pressing the clicker hard. "Rude Jude was suppose to be on today."
Then the door bust open.
"Hey girl how you doing?" Booker asked with flowers in hand. They looked as if they'd be pulled from a dead guys room. I knew this because it had a card that said, "We will always love you, go into the light."
"Book? What are you doing here?"
"Came to see you off. Make sure you weren't going crazy yet. Are you drugged yet? I heard morphine is pretty wild."
"What?"
"Guess not," he sighed setting the flowers down. "Good luck sweetie, hope you pull through okay."
"Pull through? I'm not dying Booker!"
"That's what you think," he snorted looking to the door. "You come to the hospital for a check up and BAM! You're stuck with cancer or mono, or a really bad rash right on the crack of your-"
"BOOKER!"
"Oh um, yeah," he sighed embarrassed. "Well I'll let you go. You need your rest."
"No, I think you do," I laughed. Booker nodded with a smile and backed out the room a bit paranoid. (DON"T ASK)
It wasn't but ten minutes later when I got another visitor. Hardcore Holly.
Now in case you don't know, Hardcore Holly (Robert Howard) and I were together for two years prior to this. We lived together in Virginia and were engaged to be married. Well.that was until he pushed me down the stairs and I lost the baby I was to give birth to in 8 months. Our relationship went sour after that, well actually before that. We fought all the time and it caused the stair thing. I wound up calling off the engagement and moving in with Chris Beniot for a while. I left there and finally got my own place in Toronto. Back to the story now.
"What do you want?" I asked looking up form the card The Hurricane sent me.
"I came to say, hi and....I'm waiting on you."
"For what?"
"Your surgery. I'll be right here with you."
"No."
"Well why the hell not?" he asked, his niceness peeling away.
"Hello? Igmo? We broke up. You pushed me down the stairs... lost my baby...oh and not to mention the work I missed...I lost my belt...had to move in with Benoit-"
"That was your choice." He corrected.
"But you drove me to it."
"Alright, alright. I get it. But really. I just want to be here with you.for you," he corrected.
"Do what you want I'm drugged up."
"Already? No your not."
"Yes I am"
"No your not."
"Yes I am"
"No.your not."
"Yes I am."
"The why aren't you drooling?"
"Cause I'm looking at you!" Hardcore hissed and took a step back.
"I guess I deserved that."
"Do you have food?" I asked suddenly.
"No."
"Get me some tacos and we'll talk later."
"It's a mob out there, Hazel."
"Do you love me or not?" I asked puppy-dog-eyed.
"Do you love me?" he asked hopeful.
"Hell no, now get me some tacos and maybe I'll say it slower."
Hardcore grunted and nodded. "Fine, but only cause I love you." he left.
Such a retard.
DUN DUN DUN! What now? Hardcore Holly wants Hazel back? No way! Will she go for it. What about Christian? Will he annoy her to the point she does go back to Hardcore? Will Hunter finally marry Sophia? I mean come on, they already have the phone in the same name. And what the hell is wrong with Booker T? Rash? come on...stay tuned.
Christian and I were tired, but for some reason we were still awkae and the God forsaken hour or 2 am watching Growing Pains of all things. The phone rang and I reached for the caller id. It read Helmsly, Hunter and Sophia. "Ooh, important," I dove. Christian pushed me back playfully and reached for the phone himself. "CHRISTIAN!" I screamed reaching madly for air. I grabbed at his hair and pulled, he screamed laughing but kept the ringing phone high.
"Can't touch me! Can't touch me! Ooh yeah, cripple, what now?" he laughed. I couldn't help but laugh myself and gave up. I wasn't going to get the phone. Christian (rudely and nosily) answers the (my) phone.
" Hazel's?"
"Uh...what?" asked Sophia.
"Hazel Green's residence, this her totally awesome boy-toy Chris-to-the-ish- chan speaking. What's up?"
"Just shut up and put Hazel on the phone!" Sophia barked.
"Fine, fine. You don't have to me so bossy." He passed me the phone and I punched him with my good arm.
"Hello?"
"Hazel? You won't believe what just happen to Hunter today."
"He fell off a bridge and fell onto some sense for not marrying you yet?"
"No," she sighed. "But it's better for you.I ...guess. Well...no, because you're not...wait...wait...no.um. Shut up! You threw me off!"
"What happened today?" I asked amused by my friends confusion.
"Okay. Hunter was at Met-X right? You know working out, getting ready for tomorrow and all and he sees Robert."
"Howard? Hardcore?"
"Yep. And guess what?"
"What?"
"Torrie broke up with him. Threw him out on his a-um.butt."
"Why?" I asked sitting down slowly.
"Someone called your name out at the wrong time."
"You mean in-"
"Yep."
"While they were-"
"Yep."
"OH.MY.GOD!"
I was going under the knife the next day. Christian was off in Tampa getting ready for Raw and I was pretty much alone. Well, except for the swarm of fans outside the building. How they found out I was at that hospital I don't know. I was waiting in my room trying to find Jenny Jones on TV when I remember just why I was there. Honestly, the reason was crap. Crap I tell you. Pure crap. I had torn a ligament in my shoulder and my God, who knew just how important that thing was. If I'd known, I would of rolled out of the way of that stupid Swanton bomb. I knew it was messed up the second he landed on me.
"You okay?" Jeff asked as he rolled me up for the pin. I wanted to say no. I wanted to break out into tears cause it hurt that much, but I didn't. I just laid there for the 1,2,3 and just like that, I lost my intercontinental championship.
The stupid music started and I still lay flat. Jeff went to shake my hand for a good match, but I tore away. He grabbed the bad arm, the retard.
"Holy sh-," he cursed kneeling beside me.
"No, just go," I whispered through me teeth. "I can go myself, just enjoy your victory walk. Go!" Jeff rubbed my head, (messing up my hair my already tired hair) and hopped off. With that I slide out the ring. Walked up ramp holding my shoulder. Alone.
"Surgery huh? Christian sighed two nights later. We were at my condo in Toronto, enjoying the last of out weekend together. "That sucks."
"Well I know that you reekazoid!" I hit him with a pillow. Immediately I wish I hadn't because a bolt of pain burned through my arm.
"Oh sweetie," Christian cooed touching my back softly. "Shouldn't they have put a cast on that thing?"
"They gave me a sling," I said getting up to walk off the pain.
"What about pain killers?"
"I refuse to put that synthetic crap in my body."
"But you should. It helps," he snorted. I gave him a dirty glace and paced slower. "Don't you have a plane to catch?"
Christian sighed heavily and got to his feet. "I swear your such a bitch sometimes, Hazel."
"Well you know what? You kissed this bitch so shut up."
Christian laughed to himself as the phone began to ring. I reached and drew back painfully. I couldn't wait for the surgery that day.
Now it was surgery day and I was angry. First off, I hadn't been drugged. Second, Christina couldn't come see me. Third, fans were outside and I couldn't say hi and fourth, I couldn't fine JENNY JONES!
"No no no," I whined pressing the clicker hard. "Rude Jude was suppose to be on today."
Then the door bust open.
"Hey girl how you doing?" Booker asked with flowers in hand. They looked as if they'd be pulled from a dead guys room. I knew this because it had a card that said, "We will always love you, go into the light."
"Book? What are you doing here?"
"Came to see you off. Make sure you weren't going crazy yet. Are you drugged yet? I heard morphine is pretty wild."
"What?"
"Guess not," he sighed setting the flowers down. "Good luck sweetie, hope you pull through okay."
"Pull through? I'm not dying Booker!"
"That's what you think," he snorted looking to the door. "You come to the hospital for a check up and BAM! You're stuck with cancer or mono, or a really bad rash right on the crack of your-"
"BOOKER!"
"Oh um, yeah," he sighed embarrassed. "Well I'll let you go. You need your rest."
"No, I think you do," I laughed. Booker nodded with a smile and backed out the room a bit paranoid. (DON"T ASK)
It wasn't but ten minutes later when I got another visitor. Hardcore Holly.
Now in case you don't know, Hardcore Holly (Robert Howard) and I were together for two years prior to this. We lived together in Virginia and were engaged to be married. Well.that was until he pushed me down the stairs and I lost the baby I was to give birth to in 8 months. Our relationship went sour after that, well actually before that. We fought all the time and it caused the stair thing. I wound up calling off the engagement and moving in with Chris Beniot for a while. I left there and finally got my own place in Toronto. Back to the story now.
"What do you want?" I asked looking up form the card The Hurricane sent me.
"I came to say, hi and....I'm waiting on you."
"For what?"
"Your surgery. I'll be right here with you."
"No."
"Well why the hell not?" he asked, his niceness peeling away.
"Hello? Igmo? We broke up. You pushed me down the stairs... lost my baby...oh and not to mention the work I missed...I lost my belt...had to move in with Benoit-"
"That was your choice." He corrected.
"But you drove me to it."
"Alright, alright. I get it. But really. I just want to be here with you.for you," he corrected.
"Do what you want I'm drugged up."
"Already? No your not."
"Yes I am"
"No your not."
"Yes I am"
"No.your not."
"Yes I am."
"The why aren't you drooling?"
"Cause I'm looking at you!" Hardcore hissed and took a step back.
"I guess I deserved that."
"Do you have food?" I asked suddenly.
"No."
"Get me some tacos and we'll talk later."
"It's a mob out there, Hazel."
"Do you love me or not?" I asked puppy-dog-eyed.
"Do you love me?" he asked hopeful.
"Hell no, now get me some tacos and maybe I'll say it slower."
Hardcore grunted and nodded. "Fine, but only cause I love you." he left.
Such a retard.
DUN DUN DUN! What now? Hardcore Holly wants Hazel back? No way! Will she go for it. What about Christian? Will he annoy her to the point she does go back to Hardcore? Will Hunter finally marry Sophia? I mean come on, they already have the phone in the same name. And what the hell is wrong with Booker T? Rash? come on...stay tuned.