A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm slowly running out of ideas/wives for
these, so feel free to drop some suggestions in reviews or email me.
Disclaimer: Well, you know.
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Colette knew she was one of the many wives who should worry. Mick's matches were so barbarous, and she could never stand to watch to its' entirety. She always caught herself looking away, or leaving the room when he was hit with something sharp, or hard.
She was stunned to silence when he'd call her and talk as if he was 100% fine. He laughed and asked about the family. He never once complained of any pain or how many stitches he'd needed earlier. He was amazing.
She'd never forget The Royal Rumble - 1999. Dewey and Noelle's cries were trapped in her mind, no matter how many times she tried to shake them out. The look of horror on their faces that night was a memory, embedded forever in her head.
Sometimes, she regretted letting Mick take them. Sure, they were gonna go to Disney Land, but to have to see their father in a war with Dwayne was haunting. The man they always saw as peaceful and quiet around the house was bleeding from a previous cut. It was awful.
Colette remembered telling Mick that she didn't know how much longer she could put up with all of it. She meant it. She never wanted to take him away from what he loved, but she didn't like to see him in pain. She didn't like seeing the kids in pain.
She was well aware that, no matter how many times Dwayne told them he'd never hurt Mick, they'd forget. They'd forget that it was all planned. The reality would cloud over. She felt so sympathetic for them. And she hadn't helped much either.
Of course she knew the line between reality and counterfeit, but at least half her screams were real. 5 chair shots or more - it was horrendous. She probably made the fans that surrounded her a bit awake to the actuality. Mick was really hurt. Unfortunately, they didn't know that.
It was adorable, though, how Mick would always smile and joke while being stitched up. He was truly a strange class act.
She remembered all the wrestlers who came in to check on him. She saw, through them, how idolized Mick really was. She thought about the fans and wondered if they ever considered Mick's injuries. He did it all for them. Did they really, truly realize that?
Colette was almost heartbroken while watching Mick's retirement match from No Way Out in 2000. The match was so brutal and she left the room twice while it was on. But she was so proud of him, also. More so the following month at WrestleMania. He'd finally done it - headlined a WrestleMania. She was happy for him. She was glad that he retired from the squared circle with his pride and his dignity. It must've been a dream come true.
She looked at him. He was sitting at his desk, scribbling busily. Another book, probably. And everything was peaceful now. 'Yeah,' she thought to herself, 'A dream come true.'
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Disclaimer: Well, you know.
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Colette knew she was one of the many wives who should worry. Mick's matches were so barbarous, and she could never stand to watch to its' entirety. She always caught herself looking away, or leaving the room when he was hit with something sharp, or hard.
She was stunned to silence when he'd call her and talk as if he was 100% fine. He laughed and asked about the family. He never once complained of any pain or how many stitches he'd needed earlier. He was amazing.
She'd never forget The Royal Rumble - 1999. Dewey and Noelle's cries were trapped in her mind, no matter how many times she tried to shake them out. The look of horror on their faces that night was a memory, embedded forever in her head.
Sometimes, she regretted letting Mick take them. Sure, they were gonna go to Disney Land, but to have to see their father in a war with Dwayne was haunting. The man they always saw as peaceful and quiet around the house was bleeding from a previous cut. It was awful.
Colette remembered telling Mick that she didn't know how much longer she could put up with all of it. She meant it. She never wanted to take him away from what he loved, but she didn't like to see him in pain. She didn't like seeing the kids in pain.
She was well aware that, no matter how many times Dwayne told them he'd never hurt Mick, they'd forget. They'd forget that it was all planned. The reality would cloud over. She felt so sympathetic for them. And she hadn't helped much either.
Of course she knew the line between reality and counterfeit, but at least half her screams were real. 5 chair shots or more - it was horrendous. She probably made the fans that surrounded her a bit awake to the actuality. Mick was really hurt. Unfortunately, they didn't know that.
It was adorable, though, how Mick would always smile and joke while being stitched up. He was truly a strange class act.
She remembered all the wrestlers who came in to check on him. She saw, through them, how idolized Mick really was. She thought about the fans and wondered if they ever considered Mick's injuries. He did it all for them. Did they really, truly realize that?
Colette was almost heartbroken while watching Mick's retirement match from No Way Out in 2000. The match was so brutal and she left the room twice while it was on. But she was so proud of him, also. More so the following month at WrestleMania. He'd finally done it - headlined a WrestleMania. She was happy for him. She was glad that he retired from the squared circle with his pride and his dignity. It must've been a dream come true.
She looked at him. He was sitting at his desk, scribbling busily. Another book, probably. And everything was peaceful now. 'Yeah,' she thought to herself, 'A dream come true.'
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