Huzzah for chapter two!!! This is probably the fastest idea-coming-up-with ever for me!! I'm usually pretty slow about updating, with my writer's block tendencies…meep On another note, I really hope I got Teddy's personality here, I haven't watched him much, but from what I've seen, it feel's like I've pretty much nailed it…for more die-hard Teddy fans, correct me if I messed up, yes?
Last chapter, Ashley got some fantastic news from her friend Layla on ECW, and had a little run-in with Kane.
Chapter Two: Milan Loves the WWE!!
By six o' clock, Ashley and her boys had collapsed into the chairs in the hotel lobby, laden with shopping bags, (most of them Ashley's), windblown and breathless with laughter. They had spent most of the day taking pictures and signing autographs for so many fans it was amazing, and it only made Ashley even more stoked to be there. It was apparent that Milan really did love her. They were making their way to the elevator when they ran into to Kristal who was, as always, on the arm of SmackDown's General Manager Theodore Long.
"Hey Teddy," Ashley near-shouted. "What's up?"
"Holla, holla, ya'll," Teddy crowed when he saw them, ruffling the rose on Ashley's headband and throwing his arms around the shoulders of the tag team champs. Kristal and Ashley acknowledged each other happily and instantly began talking about the shopping Milan had to offer, rustling their many shopping bags and showing off their newest wares. Needless to say, many-a "oh how cute" and "that's so pretty!" were exchanged.
Brian, Paul and Matt all greeted the couple enthusiastically, and nodded eagerly when asked if they were enjoying their time in Milan.
"I'm glad to hear that, playa's, I really am. This is a fantastic city, and tonight we were going to celebrate our being here with a night on the town. Ya'll up for some partying?"
"Hell yes," the blonde Diva blurted out, grinning widely, and the boys echoed her sentiments emphatically.
"That's good to hear, ya'll, real good. We'll be heading out around eight, now, so ya'll playa's best start getting ready, ya hear?"
As they bid their temporary farewells, the foursome stepped into an empty elevator and pressed their respective buttons. When the doors clicked shut, Ashley let out a loud whoop, and began pounding on the steel walls of the elevator. "We're going to party!!" she cried. "In Milan!! Italy!!!"
Brian laughed. "That's usually where Milan is." Paul and Matt snickered and Ashley smacked his shoulder.
"Make fun of me, I don't care," she said, hands on her hips. "Because we are about to go partying in Milan, the most fashionable city in the world. This is going to be awesome!!" Jumping up and down, Ashley laughed when Brian lifted her off the ground and spun her excitedly. They stumbled into the hallway on her floor, nearly knocking down a middle-aged couple and their shopping bags.
"Oh no," Ashley gasped and bowed repeatedly. "Scusili prego, Signore, Signora, sono così spiacente! Siete ferite?"
The couple merely smiled and shook their heads. "No, no, per niente," the man assured her. The woman leaned towards her husband and whispered something in his ear. He muttered back quietly before scrutinizing her closely. The woman whispered more insistently to him and he rolled his eyes. "Sono spiacente, ma io dovete chiedere, siete Ashley? Ashley Massaro?"
Ashley stood there, stunned and gaping like a fish. Snapping out of it, she blinked and nodded. "Uh, oh, si, sono Ashley."
The woman clapped her hands. "Lo ho conosciuto! La nostra figlia è un grande ventilatore di il vostro! E siete Matt, Paul e Brian, destra?" she pointed at each of the boys as she spoke.
At the sounds of their names, the three pointed at themselves, and then nodded furiously.
The woman clutched her husband's arm excitedly and began ruffling through her purse, muttering in her native Italian tongue. She pulled her hand from the bag and held up an old Polaroid camera, nodding hopefully.
"Si, si, naturalmente!" Ashley cried, grabbing her three companions and pulling them forward. Throwing her arms around Brian and Paul's shoulders, and Matt giving her bunny ears from behind, she threw out her devil's horns and smiled widely.
"OK," the woman said. "Uno, due, tre!" She snapped the picture and pulled it out, waving it around to help it dry and garbling her thanks in Italian. Ashley thanked her in return, pulled a Sharpie from her own purse, and reached out for the picture in the woman's hand. They each signed it above their heads and Ashley wrote on the white strip along the bottom, "Forza Italia!"
Taking the picture back, the woman reached to shake Ashley's hand, but the Diva hugged her instead. Matt, Paul and Brian shook her husband's hand and gratzie'd as best they could, and they bid goodbye to the excited couple. As the foursome continued on their way, Paul tugged on a lock of Ashley's red and blonde hair.
"Hey, where'd you learn to speak Italian like that?" he asked, tangling his fingers in the multi-colored strands
Brian smacked his partner's hand away. "Yeah, there's no way you picked all that up from the dictionary on the plane."
The blonde beauty smirked. "Don't be jealous, I learned Italian ages ago."
Matt chuckled. "Don't let her fool you, she bought the learning CD's."
Paul's eyes widened slightly as it dawned on him. "So that's what you were listening to that you couldn't tell us!" Brian cracked up and Ashley glared at her ex.
"Gee, thanks Hardy," she complained. Brian laughed harder at Paul and Matt's snickering, and the Diva planted a heavy-soled boot into his mid-section, pushing him back into the wall. The sudden loss of wind silenced him, and Ashley cheered victoriously as she sprinted down the hall to her door. Sliding the key card through the stripe reader, she entered and they could hear the sounds of her struggling out of her clothes as the door shut. Sticking her head and bra-strap clad shoulder out the door one last time, she called, "You can pick me up at quarter till, boys!" before slamming the heavy wooden door closed again. The last thing they heard before heading into the stairwell was a blast of Saliva and the cry of, "I love Milan!" Shaking their heads, they took the stairs two at a time, eager themselves for their night on the town.
-stares blankly- This chapter feels kinda filler-y to me. Did it feel like that to anyone else? It can't be filler yet, it's only the second chapter…Aw man, there goes my focus, I can feel it…Anyway, please hang in there, I promise, (hope) that it'll be better next time…
