Disclamer: I don't own any of the wrestlers or storylines that are currently in play in the WWE. I am simply perverting them for my own pleasure. Don't sue my all you'll get is thirty bucks and a couple of boxes of art supplies. Oh, and my people are mine. Don't steal, I bite. Ciao.
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Dear Christ I hate that damn alarm clock. I thought as I reached over to turn if off. Why did I set it anyway I don't have anything to do until...OH SHIT! I immediately scrambled to get out of bed and only managed to end up on my ass on the floor. It isn't the worst way to start the morning but definitely not the best.. I untangled myself from my sheets and grabbed a couple of towels and threw myself into the shower. I immediately turned on the cold water figuring it was the only thing that was gonna wake me up by time for my hair appointment. I still couldn't believe Meg was willing to get outta bed and dye my stupid hair this early in the day...I mean yeah eight o'clock was her suggestion but usually she doesn't budge til noon at the earliest. Especially not on a Friday. So is the life of a bartender...I'm so glad I quit that job.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, shower...ten minutes under the water ten to get dressed and brush my teeth and hair and I was ready. Thirty minutes later I pulled into the driveway of my best friend and soul-sister's house, parked and gone inside. Where I was immediately attacked by a living marshmallow .
"MEGAWITH! Your cat's trying to kill me!" I screamed as the damn thing tried to trip me up the stairs
"Then kill it back Ren, what have I told you?" replied my usually charming and eloquent best friend.
As I walked up the entryway stairs and into the front room I saw Meg, my blonde haired blue-eyed, almost tall and naturally skinny best friend, nursing a steaming cup of coffee and a bowl of cocoa puffs.
"That shits bad for you yannow" I told her haughtily.
"This coming from the queen of caffeine" all I could do in response to that was laugh...obviously she had just gotten up.
"Late shift brat ?" I asked as I gave her a peck on the cheek and sat in my chair across from her. My chair being the one covered in splotches and stains of many colors from my numerous hair colors. SHe simply mumbled something about ungrateful sophomoric imbeciles that I didn't even bother to respond to. She then turned to me and said quite conversationally,
"Make me breakfast bitch" Now some people would be offended by that, as it was, I just got up and went to make her some eggs and Bacon.
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Half an hour later Meghan was coherent, full and we were both happily watching Ed, Edd and Eddy on the cartoon network.
"Hey Ren?"
"Yeah Meg?"
"We gonna get this shit done?"
"Might as well"
And with that we went to the bathroom and set up all of our fun toys in order to do my hair. why does this require two people you might ask? Three reasons...well, maybe four. One. My hair falls to just below my ass when dry...mid thigh when wet. Two. I don't dye my hair...normal colors. In fact I'm pretty sure I supply half of Manic Panic's yearly income. Third. My hair is curly. I don't mean wavy I mean like pin curls tight, I'm Irish, what can I say. Fourth. I can't see the back of my head or decide which colors I want to use therefore I need Mega's help. Good enough? Thought so.
"Alright Ren remove the 'dana''
"grumble mumble sigh"
"Hey you didn't even bleach out the old shit yet!"
"Um, no most wonderful and fabulous Meghan I was hoping you would help me?" Meg's response was the one I had hoped and prepared for...
"You bring stuff to make lunch?" Of course I had already known this would happen so I simply nodded and pointed to my purse. For the next thirty minutes we both tried not to breath too much, because damn that bleach is some stanky stuff. We finally got all my hair coated and under a cap and set the timer when Meg decided she was gonna nap til I washed my hair.
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Around ten o'clock I dared to attempt to wake Meghan, I was prepared. I had a glass of ice water and I was prepared to run. Unfortunately none of that was required as I walked into Meg's room to find her brushing her long blond hair and digging for her contacts in her purse.
"Ren, whats the water for" She asked as she turned to look at me
"Um...thought you might be thirsty?" God I hope she buys that.
"This time I will accept that, but only because your leaving tomorrow and we won't see each other for God only knows how long"
"Damn Meg I was trying not to think about that part..."
"I know Renny, but it really is your own fault, I mean I'll miss you and all that, but hey, I defiantly didn't ask my best friend to become a pro wrestler, now did I? Besides you did Indy's for what, like...three years..."
"Four" I piped in
"Whatever. We can handle being apart. I mean yeah the last three years have been great. I love living here in Louiseville, and you've been doing great in OVW but we both knew that someday you'd get your chance at the actual WWE and You'd have to take it. Besides, you'll just have to pay for me to come visit you" She said, grinning during the last part.
"Meg" I said
"What?"
"Nothin' Lets go color my cranium, huh?"
"Sounds like a plan Mi Amiga"
God, I'm so lucky to have this girl and her family. When I told my parents and brother I was going to train to become a professional wrestler they laughed and said I was to fat and ugly. After that I moved in with Meghan, her sister James and their Dad. They've supported me and taken care of since I was nineteen and I'll love them forever for that. And now I wouldn't have Meg there with me. I mean I'll be able to call but not have her or Dad there to comfort me when shit gets bad. I mean at 25 I probably shouldn't need to cuddle when I cry, but I'm a touchative person. Dear God this is gonna be scary.
"REN!"
"Wha?"
"Snap out of your funk and come pick some colors"
"Mkay" I mumbled as I followed her into the bathroom "what do we have left from my last shopping spree?"
"Well, we have a half bottle of Virgin Snow...one each of Electric lizard, flaming, and ultraviolet two bottles of hot hot pink...oh and a couple jars of raven."
"Hmmm...Hot Hot pink, with raven and ultraviolet streaks, huh?"
"Sounds like a plan sister"
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After a lunch of chicken alfredo and some teary goodbye's, mostly on my part, I left Meg's house sporting bright pink hair with black and purple streaks. Knowing by now what to wear on a flight I swung by my place and threw on a pair of black sweat cargos I made and a white tank with 'MisFit' scrawled across the from in black and green letters and slipped on some flip flops. I tossed two suitcases and my gym bag into my dinky little hatchback and looked around my rooms. I knew Meg and her boyfriend would pick up the car tonight at five so I didn't worry about it. Fortunately I didn't have to worry about my 'apartment' either, I'd been living in a dorm provided by OVW so I wouldn't have to worry about megs hours waking me up. I mean I can't get up at six to train if my roommate is clanging things and making herself dinner at five AM when she comes in from the bar, yannow? I've just realized that I'm stalling so off I go.
When I arrived at the airport I knew nothing but fear...In just a few hours I will be back home in St. Louis and in three days I'll be making my debut on national and worldwide television in a storyline I still haven't been informed of. Something about a returning wrestler. Cuz that narrows it down so much, Riiight. This is scary shit, man. I buy a soda and its time to board.
St. Louis and the WWE here I come.
Kind of a slow start maybe, but a good intro I think. Gimme your opinion. Please review!