Author's note: Hi Everybody! I'm back. (please hold all jeers for after the note please..thank you.) It's my first fic in a while, here anyway. (damn Hanson board freaks..not reviewing my story..damn them.) But anyway..please read and review. I sure would apreciate it.
I don't own anybody in this fic..(damn) except for Thora, she's a figment of my overactive imagination. I got the title from a song that I'll use more of later on by the band Flickerstick. Thanks & Happy reading. :) ~R.G.~
I grabbed my laptop and headed for the seats. I had a few thoughts I wanted to jot down before the event that night and just felt like being alone.
I sat there and typed away as the ring crew finished up below me and the finishing touches were put on the stage. We would be here the next two or three days so everyone got a little bit of a break. I had just finished the last line when I saw Rob and Tommy coming up the stairs toward me.
" What? Paul and Vince sent out a search party already?" I asked. The two men laughed as they continued to climb the stairs.
" Well, Paul does know about your problem with wondering off." Rob said, sitting down in front of me as I closed my laptop down.
" It's only a problem for you guys. I have no problems at all." I said snickering. " So who made you find me?"
" There's a meeting in Vince's office in about fifteen minuets. He want's everybody there. Paul said that he wants to talk to you too." Tommy said.
" Oh god. I'm in trouble now." I said sighing.
" What did you do now?" Rob said. I smacked him on the back of the head. " Ow."
" Nothing, that I know of. But Paul wanting to talk to me can't be great news." I said, sliding my computer back into my bag and standing up. " Might as well get it over with." I said, taking a deep breath.
" Good luck." The two said as I headed back down the stairs. I walked back to the locker room area and saw Paul waiting on me.
" Ah, Thora, there you are." he said, walking over to me.
" Yo. So, what the hell did I do or not do this time?" I asked. Paul stood there and looked at me kind of strange and shook his head.
" Nothing, nothing. Vince wanted me to talk to you about something."
" What?" I asked. I could hear the fear in my voice.
" Why don't we go find someplace private." he said. I nodded and we walked until we found an empty room.
" So, what's up Paul?" I said, walking in and sitting my bag down one of the folding chairs in the room.
" Why don't you sit down hun?"
" Why?"
" Because I know how much damage you can do with one of those when you're pissed." He said pointing to the chair. " I'd feel better if your ass was on one so I'd have some warning if you were going to throw it at me." he said. I laughed and sat down.
" That better?"
" Much, thank you." he said, sitting down across from me. " Now to the matter at hand. Okay, you know how Terry is coming back in the next few weeks?"
" Yeah, but what..." I started.
" We want you to be his manager again." Paul said cutting me off.
" No." I said flatly.
" Thora, come on. You two were the best team ECW had. Remember that time you guys were the tag champs?" he asked. I thought back and remembered how close Terry and I used to be.
" Yeah." I said smiling. Then I remembered when it all fell apart. When I found him in bed with another woman, the night after he had proposed to me. " No, I can't Paul." I said, the smile leaving my face.
" Thora, that's in your past. Please, just give it a chance, not for you, or me, or Terry, but for the fans. The WWF fans haven't even got the first taste of how bad you can be Thora. The match you and Jazz did last Thursday was just the begining. Come on Thora. Please." Paul said. I sighed and looked at him.
" You know I hate to see you beg." I said snickering.
" That's why I'm doing it now." he said smiling. " Come on, you can just say the word and we'll have you two against eachother in a week."
" Really?"
" Yep, if there's any point that you think that you can't handle it anymore just tell us and we'll come up with a split up angle for you." he said.
" What did he say about it?" I asked.
" He loves the idea."
" Figures." I said under my breath.
" Okay. Well then. I'll tell Vince after the meeting...that we're missing. Shit come on." he said looking down at his watch. I laughed as I grabed my bag and followed Paul out the door. I just hoped I knew what I was getting into.
I don't own anybody in this fic..(damn) except for Thora, she's a figment of my overactive imagination. I got the title from a song that I'll use more of later on by the band Flickerstick. Thanks & Happy reading. :) ~R.G.~
I grabbed my laptop and headed for the seats. I had a few thoughts I wanted to jot down before the event that night and just felt like being alone.
I sat there and typed away as the ring crew finished up below me and the finishing touches were put on the stage. We would be here the next two or three days so everyone got a little bit of a break. I had just finished the last line when I saw Rob and Tommy coming up the stairs toward me.
" What? Paul and Vince sent out a search party already?" I asked. The two men laughed as they continued to climb the stairs.
" Well, Paul does know about your problem with wondering off." Rob said, sitting down in front of me as I closed my laptop down.
" It's only a problem for you guys. I have no problems at all." I said snickering. " So who made you find me?"
" There's a meeting in Vince's office in about fifteen minuets. He want's everybody there. Paul said that he wants to talk to you too." Tommy said.
" Oh god. I'm in trouble now." I said sighing.
" What did you do now?" Rob said. I smacked him on the back of the head. " Ow."
" Nothing, that I know of. But Paul wanting to talk to me can't be great news." I said, sliding my computer back into my bag and standing up. " Might as well get it over with." I said, taking a deep breath.
" Good luck." The two said as I headed back down the stairs. I walked back to the locker room area and saw Paul waiting on me.
" Ah, Thora, there you are." he said, walking over to me.
" Yo. So, what the hell did I do or not do this time?" I asked. Paul stood there and looked at me kind of strange and shook his head.
" Nothing, nothing. Vince wanted me to talk to you about something."
" What?" I asked. I could hear the fear in my voice.
" Why don't we go find someplace private." he said. I nodded and we walked until we found an empty room.
" So, what's up Paul?" I said, walking in and sitting my bag down one of the folding chairs in the room.
" Why don't you sit down hun?"
" Why?"
" Because I know how much damage you can do with one of those when you're pissed." He said pointing to the chair. " I'd feel better if your ass was on one so I'd have some warning if you were going to throw it at me." he said. I laughed and sat down.
" That better?"
" Much, thank you." he said, sitting down across from me. " Now to the matter at hand. Okay, you know how Terry is coming back in the next few weeks?"
" Yeah, but what..." I started.
" We want you to be his manager again." Paul said cutting me off.
" No." I said flatly.
" Thora, come on. You two were the best team ECW had. Remember that time you guys were the tag champs?" he asked. I thought back and remembered how close Terry and I used to be.
" Yeah." I said smiling. Then I remembered when it all fell apart. When I found him in bed with another woman, the night after he had proposed to me. " No, I can't Paul." I said, the smile leaving my face.
" Thora, that's in your past. Please, just give it a chance, not for you, or me, or Terry, but for the fans. The WWF fans haven't even got the first taste of how bad you can be Thora. The match you and Jazz did last Thursday was just the begining. Come on Thora. Please." Paul said. I sighed and looked at him.
" You know I hate to see you beg." I said snickering.
" That's why I'm doing it now." he said smiling. " Come on, you can just say the word and we'll have you two against eachother in a week."
" Really?"
" Yep, if there's any point that you think that you can't handle it anymore just tell us and we'll come up with a split up angle for you." he said.
" What did he say about it?" I asked.
" He loves the idea."
" Figures." I said under my breath.
" Okay. Well then. I'll tell Vince after the meeting...that we're missing. Shit come on." he said looking down at his watch. I laughed as I grabed my bag and followed Paul out the door. I just hoped I knew what I was getting into.