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Chapter 12:
Regan's POV
Thanksgiving
A was rudely awakened by the annoying monotone rhythm of my alarm clock. I rolled over and hit the snooze button. Thanksgiving was here or as we call it here at the Lawler home, Doom's Day.
Life was, life. Crazy, and unpredictable. Work was the crazy part; it was really becoming very interesting, storyline wise. Vince told me to expect a new Regan come Monday. Rene had become injured during RAW this past Monday and would be out for at least two months. Vince said I would be on my own, the first time I had been in awhile.
The unpredictable part was personal. Most recently on our Girls Night last week. We'd all been having a great time, dancing and partying and stuff. Fun until we ran into Andrew and Randy. I really wish Chris had been there. Andrew just grabbed Stacy's arm and drug her off. Randy barely looked at me, but told Gail she was "looking fine tonight." Gail didn't know how to react. I was too busy fuming at Andrew to care what Randy had to say to anyone though.
I was really afraid that the unpredictable part would rear its head again today; after all, mom was coming. I finally managed to crawl out of bed. I out on my robe and slippers and shuffled downstairs to the kitchen. "Morning Dad."
"Good morning, Honey. Want any breakfast?"
I shook my head. "No thanks Dad. I'm really not feeling very well. The stress and all."
"You're stressed! I'm stressed what with your mother coming and all." I understood his pain; mom was pretty good at causing stress. "Brian's here, out on the couch. He's getting ready for the parade. Or you could help me with this turkey."
"I'll go watch the parade, unless you want a burnt turkey." I couldn't cook for the life of me. I plopped down on the couch nest to Brian who was engrossed in the parade pre-show.
"You ready for mom?"
"NO! She's going to bug me about my career, my love life how much better Charity is then me. When is Charity getting in?"
Brian looked at the clock. "The Golden Child should be here by lunch."
"Great four hours of piece and quiet."
That's what I thought. The doorbell rang. Dad made a beeline for the foyer. He was back in the living room in a flash. "You're mother's here."
Brain helped mom up to her room with her bags. I decided to take this opportunity to freshen up. When I arrived in the living room Brian was cornered by out mother.
"Brian, when will you just find a nice girl to settle down with?"
"Mom, I'm not really ready to settle down. I like my life."
"Honey, I just want what is best for you." She glanced up and saw me. "Regan please come and sit." I obeyed. "And what are you doing with your life now?"
"I'm back in the WWE."
"WWE?" Mom said trying to act confused.
"Yes, World Wrestling Entertainment? Where Dad works?"
"Jerry, why is our daughter wrestling? Whatever happened to that degree of yours in International Business?"
"Mom, explained this to you before. I got that degree as a back-up plan, just in case."
"But didn't you get hurt before?"
"Yes, but"
"Jerry, your company is putting our daughter's life in jeopardy!"
"Mom, Regan was in a car wreck a few weeks ago." Brian piped up. I shot him a look. He smiled. As long as the topic was me, he knew he was safe.
"A car wreck!"
"Jill, it was nothing serious." Dad called from the kitchen. Just some bumps and bruises.
"Well, anyhow, is your boyfriend coming to Thanksgiving?"
I felt my face grow hot. This was the subject I had been dreading. "We broke up."
"Broke up! What man would break up with you?"
"Actually, I broke up with him."
"Please tell me he wasn't a rich handsome doctor?"
"He's a wrestler."
"Oh."
I made up a lame excuse to escape from mom, when I returned; Brian and mom were looking at a year-end wrestling magazine featuring pictures of all the superstars.
"Regan, Brian just showed me this magazine and since you insist on dating wrestlers, I picked out a few presentable one." We began to flip through the magazine. "Brian showed me a picture of you last boyfriend, Ricky? Randy? Randy! How could you let a nice looking man like that get away? Whatever happened to the nice, rich man you were friends with? Sean, Shane.Shane McMahon! The one getting a divorce. Is it final yet? You really should consider him as a possible match." Mom rambled on for an hour picking out the following men for me: Randy, Shane, Andrew (yuck!), Charlie, Chris Nowinski (He's a Harvard man), Kurt (gold medallist), Eric Bischoff (he has a lot of power, you know and might I add, yuck!) and finally Jay. She quickly took Jay off her list after I told her he was the same guy I dated a year ago. "Oh, the long haired punk. Scratch him off then.
Charity arrived then, and I was never happier to see her. Charity was mom's pride and joy. She looked a lot like mom, same height, blond hair, and brown eyes. "Sorry, I couldn't get here sooner. I had a shoot yesterday for Victoria Secret and couldn't get a flight in until this morning. Hello, Daddy."
"You hear that Jerry, Victoria Secret! How exciting." Of course it was okay for Charity to pose half naked in lingerie, but when mom saw the Diva swimsuit section in the magazine she about flipped out and began her, "you are more then a piece of meat for men to gawk at. Blah,blah,blah.
Luckily for me the phone rang and it was Shane. "Happy Thanksgiving!"
"I'm glad someone out there is having a happy one."
"Sorry, I forgot that your mom is there. How's it going?"
"Well, she pick like six guys off the roster that meet her approval. Congratulations, you made the list"
"Me?"
"Yes you. She thinks you are nice and rather good-looking. Plus you're loaded so. How is your day going?"
"Good, Paul just got here and my aunt and uncle. I just wanted to wish you a happy Thanksgiving, see you Monday night?"
"Yeah, oh and Shane, thanks."
"For what?"
"For giving me something to be thankful for."
"What's that?"
"Five minutes away from my mother and Charity."
"No problem."
I hung up the phone and headed back into the living room, and into Doom's Day.
That's Chapter 12. Thirteen and Fourteen should both be pretty good, or at least I hope so. Thank you everyone for the reviews, it really keeps me going. Thanks again and tune in again soon!
Chapter 12:
Regan's POV
Thanksgiving
A was rudely awakened by the annoying monotone rhythm of my alarm clock. I rolled over and hit the snooze button. Thanksgiving was here or as we call it here at the Lawler home, Doom's Day.
Life was, life. Crazy, and unpredictable. Work was the crazy part; it was really becoming very interesting, storyline wise. Vince told me to expect a new Regan come Monday. Rene had become injured during RAW this past Monday and would be out for at least two months. Vince said I would be on my own, the first time I had been in awhile.
The unpredictable part was personal. Most recently on our Girls Night last week. We'd all been having a great time, dancing and partying and stuff. Fun until we ran into Andrew and Randy. I really wish Chris had been there. Andrew just grabbed Stacy's arm and drug her off. Randy barely looked at me, but told Gail she was "looking fine tonight." Gail didn't know how to react. I was too busy fuming at Andrew to care what Randy had to say to anyone though.
I was really afraid that the unpredictable part would rear its head again today; after all, mom was coming. I finally managed to crawl out of bed. I out on my robe and slippers and shuffled downstairs to the kitchen. "Morning Dad."
"Good morning, Honey. Want any breakfast?"
I shook my head. "No thanks Dad. I'm really not feeling very well. The stress and all."
"You're stressed! I'm stressed what with your mother coming and all." I understood his pain; mom was pretty good at causing stress. "Brian's here, out on the couch. He's getting ready for the parade. Or you could help me with this turkey."
"I'll go watch the parade, unless you want a burnt turkey." I couldn't cook for the life of me. I plopped down on the couch nest to Brian who was engrossed in the parade pre-show.
"You ready for mom?"
"NO! She's going to bug me about my career, my love life how much better Charity is then me. When is Charity getting in?"
Brian looked at the clock. "The Golden Child should be here by lunch."
"Great four hours of piece and quiet."
That's what I thought. The doorbell rang. Dad made a beeline for the foyer. He was back in the living room in a flash. "You're mother's here."
Brain helped mom up to her room with her bags. I decided to take this opportunity to freshen up. When I arrived in the living room Brian was cornered by out mother.
"Brian, when will you just find a nice girl to settle down with?"
"Mom, I'm not really ready to settle down. I like my life."
"Honey, I just want what is best for you." She glanced up and saw me. "Regan please come and sit." I obeyed. "And what are you doing with your life now?"
"I'm back in the WWE."
"WWE?" Mom said trying to act confused.
"Yes, World Wrestling Entertainment? Where Dad works?"
"Jerry, why is our daughter wrestling? Whatever happened to that degree of yours in International Business?"
"Mom, explained this to you before. I got that degree as a back-up plan, just in case."
"But didn't you get hurt before?"
"Yes, but"
"Jerry, your company is putting our daughter's life in jeopardy!"
"Mom, Regan was in a car wreck a few weeks ago." Brian piped up. I shot him a look. He smiled. As long as the topic was me, he knew he was safe.
"A car wreck!"
"Jill, it was nothing serious." Dad called from the kitchen. Just some bumps and bruises.
"Well, anyhow, is your boyfriend coming to Thanksgiving?"
I felt my face grow hot. This was the subject I had been dreading. "We broke up."
"Broke up! What man would break up with you?"
"Actually, I broke up with him."
"Please tell me he wasn't a rich handsome doctor?"
"He's a wrestler."
"Oh."
I made up a lame excuse to escape from mom, when I returned; Brian and mom were looking at a year-end wrestling magazine featuring pictures of all the superstars.
"Regan, Brian just showed me this magazine and since you insist on dating wrestlers, I picked out a few presentable one." We began to flip through the magazine. "Brian showed me a picture of you last boyfriend, Ricky? Randy? Randy! How could you let a nice looking man like that get away? Whatever happened to the nice, rich man you were friends with? Sean, Shane.Shane McMahon! The one getting a divorce. Is it final yet? You really should consider him as a possible match." Mom rambled on for an hour picking out the following men for me: Randy, Shane, Andrew (yuck!), Charlie, Chris Nowinski (He's a Harvard man), Kurt (gold medallist), Eric Bischoff (he has a lot of power, you know and might I add, yuck!) and finally Jay. She quickly took Jay off her list after I told her he was the same guy I dated a year ago. "Oh, the long haired punk. Scratch him off then.
Charity arrived then, and I was never happier to see her. Charity was mom's pride and joy. She looked a lot like mom, same height, blond hair, and brown eyes. "Sorry, I couldn't get here sooner. I had a shoot yesterday for Victoria Secret and couldn't get a flight in until this morning. Hello, Daddy."
"You hear that Jerry, Victoria Secret! How exciting." Of course it was okay for Charity to pose half naked in lingerie, but when mom saw the Diva swimsuit section in the magazine she about flipped out and began her, "you are more then a piece of meat for men to gawk at. Blah,blah,blah.
Luckily for me the phone rang and it was Shane. "Happy Thanksgiving!"
"I'm glad someone out there is having a happy one."
"Sorry, I forgot that your mom is there. How's it going?"
"Well, she pick like six guys off the roster that meet her approval. Congratulations, you made the list"
"Me?"
"Yes you. She thinks you are nice and rather good-looking. Plus you're loaded so. How is your day going?"
"Good, Paul just got here and my aunt and uncle. I just wanted to wish you a happy Thanksgiving, see you Monday night?"
"Yeah, oh and Shane, thanks."
"For what?"
"For giving me something to be thankful for."
"What's that?"
"Five minutes away from my mother and Charity."
"No problem."
I hung up the phone and headed back into the living room, and into Doom's Day.
That's Chapter 12. Thirteen and Fourteen should both be pretty good, or at least I hope so. Thank you everyone for the reviews, it really keeps me going. Thanks again and tune in again soon!