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Chapter 24:
Regan's POV
The taxi dropped me off in front of this fancy restaurant where I was to meet the Resos and the Wilsons. My nerves were shot and I looked down at my hands. They were shaking uncontrollably. This was ridiculous! I went out there ever Monday night in front of thousands of people and here I was ready to meet four strangers and I was about to lose it. I knew out of the six people inside waiting for me I had one friend, and he was the only one whose opinion mattered to me. I took a deep breath and walked inside. A redhead stood at the hostess stand and she smiled brightly at me as I approached. "Hello, Ma'am, welcome. What can I do for you?"
"I'm here with the Reso party."
She scanned the list and found their name in the book. "Right this way." She led me through the restaurant. I caught a glimpse of Torrie and Jay sitting at a table in the corner. I recognized Jay's parents and Torrie's dad Al. The other woman at the table had a strange aura about her. What is was, I couldn't really place my finger on. Jay saw me approaching and quickly made his way towards me. I smiled as he took my hand and lead me the rest of the way to the table.
"Nervous?"
"You know it." I could feel the judging eyes on me again.
"Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, this is Regan Lawler. Regan, this is my mom, Cindy, my dad, Mark. And this is Torrie's father Al, and her mother Melissa."
"Hello, it's nice to meet you all." I said as I shook their hands. Mrs. Wilson's hands were icy cold as was the look in her eyes. Jay pulled out a chair and I sat down. Silence.
"So, Regan. How long have you been involved with the wrestling business?" Mr. Reso asked breaking the awkward silence.
"Well, since I was born. My father was wrestler, now he is one of the ringside announcers."
"So, is that how you got into the business? Your father got you your job?" Mrs. Wilson piped up.
"No, not at all. My father trained me, but I started out on the independent circuit. I had to work hard to get into the WWE. Mr. McMahon saw some of my work and he offered me a contract."
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Mrs. Reso asked next giving Mrs. Wilson a disapproving look.
"Yes, I have a brother, Brian. He used to be with the WWE, but he isn't right at this moment. I have a younger sister, Charity. She is a model out in California. She done work for Gap, Calvin Klein, Victoria Secret, and last I heard she was doing a Versace show in Italy next month."
"How impressive!" Mrs. Wilson exclaimed. "What is that most interesting necklace you have on?"
I reached down and twist the lock in my hand. "This? This was a gift from my boyfriend, John. John Cena. He's a wrestler on Smackdown with Torrie."
"John Cena?" Mrs. Wilson wrinkled her nose. "Isn't he that rude rapper?"
"On the show he can be rather rude, but he really is a terrific guy."
"I'm so sorry dear. I thought you were with that young McMahon. Torrie is always talking about you two."
"Shane McMahon happens to be my best friend. He's dating my other friend, Trish."
"Oh, that tramp."
"Excuse me, Mrs. Wilson. But I don't think that was appropriate. You do not even know Trish." Mrs. Wilson stared coldly at me from across the table. It suddenly occurred to me who Mrs. Wilson reminded me of. My very own mother.
"Have you heard anymore news about the baby, Regan?"
"Actually, Jay came with me to my last appointment. The doctor took a few ultrasound pictures and they were able to determine the baby's gender."
"Really. Jason, you didn't even tell me."
"He didn't tell me either," Torrie said glaring at her husband.
"Do you want to know?" I asked Mrs. Reso. She nodded. "It's a girl."
"Oh, honey," Mrs. Reso took Mr. Reso's hand, "a little granddaughter. How exciting."
I smiled. Aside from the attack by Mrs. Wilson this dinner was turning out just fine.
"Regan, what are you doing here?" I froze in my seat and slowly turned around. "Dad, Mom, what are you doing here? And why are you together?"
"Believe me being seen in public with your father is the last thing I wanted to do. But as it turns out we just both happened to run into one another and thought we'd stop in for a bite. What are you doing here?" I watched as she surveyed the party I was with.
"Mom, Dad, this is Mark and Cindy Reso, Al and Melissa Wilson and Jay and Torrie. Everyone, this is Jerry and Jill Lawler."
A murmur of 'hellos' and 'nice to meet yous' followed. Mrs. Reso piped up first. "Please, join us." She called to a waiter to bring two more seats to the table. I watched slightly horrified as my parents sat down.
I reached into my purse and pulled out a few sonogram pictures. "These are the latest pictures of the baby." I passed them to Jay who passed them to his mother.
"Look Mark! Look you can see her little hands." Mrs. Reso cooed.
"I have some exciting news too. Rena Mero and myself got the offer to do an issue of Playboy together!"
"Oh, Honey!" Mrs. Wilson hugged her daughter. "I am so proud of you!" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jay and Mrs. Reso frown. I heard my mother snort.
"Mrs. Lawler, do you have something to say?"
"No, just my sinuses acting up," my mother said smiling sweetly. "Playboy," she muttered under her breath.
"Listen here, Jill, if you have something to say about my daughter, then say it."
"Fine. Your daughter is a whore."
Torrie's jaw dropped and the table became silent. "Excuse me!" Mrs. Wilson's voice boomed across the dining room. "My daughter is a whore. Look at your daughter!" Mrs. Wilson pointed a long slender finger at me. "She's the slut who slept with my daughter's boyfriend and got pregnant. I mean come on; we don't even know if he's the father. It could be anyone in that locker room!"
My mother's face was beet red and she suddenly lunged across the table at Mrs. Wilson. Torrie squealed in horror as the two grown women wrestled each other on the color. My dad and Mr. Wilson grabbed their respected wife/ex-wife and pulled them apart. A waiter came up to the table. "I must ask you all to leave. Will you leave peacefully or will I have to call security?"
"We're leave," Dad said as he led my mom out of the restaurant. I followed suit.
"It was nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Reso, you also Mr. Wilson. I'll see you tomorrow night Jay." Jay's face was screwed up in horror, but he smiled slightly as I walked away from my dinner from Hell.
A/N: This has been Chapter 24. Thanks for reading and please review. Thanks for all the reviews from last chapter. You guys are great!
Chapter 24:
Regan's POV
The taxi dropped me off in front of this fancy restaurant where I was to meet the Resos and the Wilsons. My nerves were shot and I looked down at my hands. They were shaking uncontrollably. This was ridiculous! I went out there ever Monday night in front of thousands of people and here I was ready to meet four strangers and I was about to lose it. I knew out of the six people inside waiting for me I had one friend, and he was the only one whose opinion mattered to me. I took a deep breath and walked inside. A redhead stood at the hostess stand and she smiled brightly at me as I approached. "Hello, Ma'am, welcome. What can I do for you?"
"I'm here with the Reso party."
She scanned the list and found their name in the book. "Right this way." She led me through the restaurant. I caught a glimpse of Torrie and Jay sitting at a table in the corner. I recognized Jay's parents and Torrie's dad Al. The other woman at the table had a strange aura about her. What is was, I couldn't really place my finger on. Jay saw me approaching and quickly made his way towards me. I smiled as he took my hand and lead me the rest of the way to the table.
"Nervous?"
"You know it." I could feel the judging eyes on me again.
"Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, this is Regan Lawler. Regan, this is my mom, Cindy, my dad, Mark. And this is Torrie's father Al, and her mother Melissa."
"Hello, it's nice to meet you all." I said as I shook their hands. Mrs. Wilson's hands were icy cold as was the look in her eyes. Jay pulled out a chair and I sat down. Silence.
"So, Regan. How long have you been involved with the wrestling business?" Mr. Reso asked breaking the awkward silence.
"Well, since I was born. My father was wrestler, now he is one of the ringside announcers."
"So, is that how you got into the business? Your father got you your job?" Mrs. Wilson piped up.
"No, not at all. My father trained me, but I started out on the independent circuit. I had to work hard to get into the WWE. Mr. McMahon saw some of my work and he offered me a contract."
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Mrs. Reso asked next giving Mrs. Wilson a disapproving look.
"Yes, I have a brother, Brian. He used to be with the WWE, but he isn't right at this moment. I have a younger sister, Charity. She is a model out in California. She done work for Gap, Calvin Klein, Victoria Secret, and last I heard she was doing a Versace show in Italy next month."
"How impressive!" Mrs. Wilson exclaimed. "What is that most interesting necklace you have on?"
I reached down and twist the lock in my hand. "This? This was a gift from my boyfriend, John. John Cena. He's a wrestler on Smackdown with Torrie."
"John Cena?" Mrs. Wilson wrinkled her nose. "Isn't he that rude rapper?"
"On the show he can be rather rude, but he really is a terrific guy."
"I'm so sorry dear. I thought you were with that young McMahon. Torrie is always talking about you two."
"Shane McMahon happens to be my best friend. He's dating my other friend, Trish."
"Oh, that tramp."
"Excuse me, Mrs. Wilson. But I don't think that was appropriate. You do not even know Trish." Mrs. Wilson stared coldly at me from across the table. It suddenly occurred to me who Mrs. Wilson reminded me of. My very own mother.
"Have you heard anymore news about the baby, Regan?"
"Actually, Jay came with me to my last appointment. The doctor took a few ultrasound pictures and they were able to determine the baby's gender."
"Really. Jason, you didn't even tell me."
"He didn't tell me either," Torrie said glaring at her husband.
"Do you want to know?" I asked Mrs. Reso. She nodded. "It's a girl."
"Oh, honey," Mrs. Reso took Mr. Reso's hand, "a little granddaughter. How exciting."
I smiled. Aside from the attack by Mrs. Wilson this dinner was turning out just fine.
"Regan, what are you doing here?" I froze in my seat and slowly turned around. "Dad, Mom, what are you doing here? And why are you together?"
"Believe me being seen in public with your father is the last thing I wanted to do. But as it turns out we just both happened to run into one another and thought we'd stop in for a bite. What are you doing here?" I watched as she surveyed the party I was with.
"Mom, Dad, this is Mark and Cindy Reso, Al and Melissa Wilson and Jay and Torrie. Everyone, this is Jerry and Jill Lawler."
A murmur of 'hellos' and 'nice to meet yous' followed. Mrs. Reso piped up first. "Please, join us." She called to a waiter to bring two more seats to the table. I watched slightly horrified as my parents sat down.
I reached into my purse and pulled out a few sonogram pictures. "These are the latest pictures of the baby." I passed them to Jay who passed them to his mother.
"Look Mark! Look you can see her little hands." Mrs. Reso cooed.
"I have some exciting news too. Rena Mero and myself got the offer to do an issue of Playboy together!"
"Oh, Honey!" Mrs. Wilson hugged her daughter. "I am so proud of you!" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jay and Mrs. Reso frown. I heard my mother snort.
"Mrs. Lawler, do you have something to say?"
"No, just my sinuses acting up," my mother said smiling sweetly. "Playboy," she muttered under her breath.
"Listen here, Jill, if you have something to say about my daughter, then say it."
"Fine. Your daughter is a whore."
Torrie's jaw dropped and the table became silent. "Excuse me!" Mrs. Wilson's voice boomed across the dining room. "My daughter is a whore. Look at your daughter!" Mrs. Wilson pointed a long slender finger at me. "She's the slut who slept with my daughter's boyfriend and got pregnant. I mean come on; we don't even know if he's the father. It could be anyone in that locker room!"
My mother's face was beet red and she suddenly lunged across the table at Mrs. Wilson. Torrie squealed in horror as the two grown women wrestled each other on the color. My dad and Mr. Wilson grabbed their respected wife/ex-wife and pulled them apart. A waiter came up to the table. "I must ask you all to leave. Will you leave peacefully or will I have to call security?"
"We're leave," Dad said as he led my mom out of the restaurant. I followed suit.
"It was nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Reso, you also Mr. Wilson. I'll see you tomorrow night Jay." Jay's face was screwed up in horror, but he smiled slightly as I walked away from my dinner from Hell.
A/N: This has been Chapter 24. Thanks for reading and please review. Thanks for all the reviews from last chapter. You guys are great!