Disclaimer: Okay, I actually find this quite pointless coz I don't think that anyone here owns any of the wrestlers, but since it's required, what can I do? Anyway, I don't own any of the wrestlers here, I only own Farrah, that's it, thank you.
"Great show Levesque!" Someone behind him said after the main event of Smackdown!
"Wha-what?" "Come on man, no one says that too much anymore, go with the crowd." Chris Jericho
answered him. "Oh, yeah. You did a good job too." Paul said while tightening his shoelaces. "You
only figured that out now? Everyone knows how good the Living Legend truly is." Chris said in his
cocky persona. "Listen, I'm not going to fly with you guys tonight, I'm going to do a little sight-seeing
first." "Okay, whatever you say, it's not my ass that will be fired anyway. By the way, where's
Steph? I thought you two were going out together or something." "Were going out. She sorta called
it quits last week coz she said I'm not giving her the attention that she wants from me." "Too bad, you two kinda looked cute together, especially in the ring, well that's what people say."
"Right." Paul responded in the Rikishi sort of way. "Well, see ya! Gotta get my beauty sleep and fast." Y2J said laughing before walking out in the hallway.
Paul picked up his bags and went to put them back in the car before going sightseeing.
In the avenues between 87-90 in NYC, Paul decided that he has seen enough and thought that he should probably be getting back to his car and searching for a hotel to stay in.
Something caught his eye though on the way back, it was quite a large group of people lining up in front of a small building. He went over to take a glimpse of what was going on.
It was an art gallery, which was featuring some new paintings of recent artists that are only recognized by few. He liked to paint, and he's quite good at drawing.
"Well, I'm not really rushing or anything, so I guess I can just have a quick look." He thought to himself and went over to cue.
Once he got in, he looked around and was quite impressed with some artists of the new millennium. He didn't like the other artists because they did abstract paintings.
He didn't really get abstract paintings, plain and simple, he hated them. It was a very vibrant place; one that he wasn't so used to and one that was making him have a migraine.
When he was about to out the exit, something once again caught his eye. A very attractive piece of art, the most detailed and most expressive painting he's ever seen.
It's all mixed with different feelings, sadness, bliss, sorrow and thrill… That's when his headache went away.
He never thought that he would be taken aback by a painting so much. "Wow." He said with great awe. "You think so?"
Someone next to him said. "Well, yeah, ofcourse." He answered while facing the person. "Thanks! That's probably the greatest compliment anyone has ever given to any of my work. "So, you're the reason for this masterpiece?"
"Masterpiece? Wow, you really can give great compliments. I wouldn't really call it masterpiece, but since you said so, yeah. I am the one who made this "masterpiece." My name's Farrah Michael."
She said extending her hand. "Paul Levesque." Paul said and shook her hand. "Paul Levesque. Your name's kind of familiar." "Oh, I'm a wrestler, do you watch wrestling?"
"Figures. Whenever I go to my brother's place that's all he watches and I think he's mentioned your name a couple of times. I only watch it sometimes when I'm bored. I…I mean it's not that wrestling's boring or anything it's just that sometimes it makes my head hurt. No offense." She said with a sorry look on her face.
"None taken. I mean, it makes my head hurt too." He said with a small chuckle.
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"Great show Levesque!" Someone behind him said after the main event of Smackdown!
"Wha-what?" "Come on man, no one says that too much anymore, go with the crowd." Chris Jericho
answered him. "Oh, yeah. You did a good job too." Paul said while tightening his shoelaces. "You
only figured that out now? Everyone knows how good the Living Legend truly is." Chris said in his
cocky persona. "Listen, I'm not going to fly with you guys tonight, I'm going to do a little sight-seeing
first." "Okay, whatever you say, it's not my ass that will be fired anyway. By the way, where's
Steph? I thought you two were going out together or something." "Were going out. She sorta called
it quits last week coz she said I'm not giving her the attention that she wants from me." "Too bad, you two kinda looked cute together, especially in the ring, well that's what people say."
"Right." Paul responded in the Rikishi sort of way. "Well, see ya! Gotta get my beauty sleep and fast." Y2J said laughing before walking out in the hallway.
Paul picked up his bags and went to put them back in the car before going sightseeing.
In the avenues between 87-90 in NYC, Paul decided that he has seen enough and thought that he should probably be getting back to his car and searching for a hotel to stay in.
Something caught his eye though on the way back, it was quite a large group of people lining up in front of a small building. He went over to take a glimpse of what was going on.
It was an art gallery, which was featuring some new paintings of recent artists that are only recognized by few. He liked to paint, and he's quite good at drawing.
"Well, I'm not really rushing or anything, so I guess I can just have a quick look." He thought to himself and went over to cue.
Once he got in, he looked around and was quite impressed with some artists of the new millennium. He didn't like the other artists because they did abstract paintings.
He didn't really get abstract paintings, plain and simple, he hated them. It was a very vibrant place; one that he wasn't so used to and one that was making him have a migraine.
When he was about to out the exit, something once again caught his eye. A very attractive piece of art, the most detailed and most expressive painting he's ever seen.
It's all mixed with different feelings, sadness, bliss, sorrow and thrill… That's when his headache went away.
He never thought that he would be taken aback by a painting so much. "Wow." He said with great awe. "You think so?"
Someone next to him said. "Well, yeah, ofcourse." He answered while facing the person. "Thanks! That's probably the greatest compliment anyone has ever given to any of my work. "So, you're the reason for this masterpiece?"
"Masterpiece? Wow, you really can give great compliments. I wouldn't really call it masterpiece, but since you said so, yeah. I am the one who made this "masterpiece." My name's Farrah Michael."
She said extending her hand. "Paul Levesque." Paul said and shook her hand. "Paul Levesque. Your name's kind of familiar." "Oh, I'm a wrestler, do you watch wrestling?"
"Figures. Whenever I go to my brother's place that's all he watches and I think he's mentioned your name a couple of times. I only watch it sometimes when I'm bored. I…I mean it's not that wrestling's boring or anything it's just that sometimes it makes my head hurt. No offense." She said with a sorry look on her face.
"None taken. I mean, it makes my head hurt too." He said with a small chuckle.
* If you liked the story, please review. And if you have any comments or suggestions, please feel free to e-mail me or review, I'd very much appreciate them. Tell me if I should continue this or not.*