Author: Night Dragon
disclaimer: Look at the first... two
Note: It's on going...
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Advice
By: Night Dragon
Heat was on. I stayed back in the arena watching. Triple H surely
made himself look like a fool. Hell, he always did.
I sighed. Hell, I would kick his ass, but right now I actually feel
merciful. I sighed. Finally the game is getting what he fucking
deserves. X-pac is probably going to go after me since I did cost him
that match with Al Snow. X-pac should have been watching out. I mean,
he did see me before the match. Yet, I'm taking a wild guess that he
thought that I hadn't had the guts.
Hell, that was his mistake.
I again then walked around just to waste my time. I don't even know
why I fucking came here.
"... I love you," I stopped in my tracks and peeked through one of
the locker room doors. Christian was there with Jeff. They were
kissing each other. I smiled. At least someone is back together. I
moved back and left them to their privacy.
I sighed to myself. Jeff... don't let him go. If someone comes in
your way, just beat the living shit out of them, I thought with a
smile.
Even though I am happy that they are together, I couldn't help but
feel a little jealous of them. I mean, they've been through the
same
shit, and yet they're in the locker room making out, all the while I
still refused to actually look at Jesse. In fact, Jesse is not even
here. So that kind of ends that little story.
I look straight ahead and saw two more people.
Eddie and Chyna.
Chyna... she's been in DX, and she's been one of my closest
friends.
She knew from the start that I had feelings for Jesse, but I didn't
find that out until later on. Hell, she was the one who kept on
giving me advice on it.
I glanced at her for a moment. She saw me and was about to come over,
but I looked at her dead in the eyes. Eddie seemed like he was
totally lost. Chyna, on the other hand, look concerned, but then took
a step back. I made a turn and was away from there.
Chyna... thanks.
I walk aimlessly and came across one of the people I seriously didn't
want to see at all. Stephanie McMahon Helmsley. Fuck, she seemed to
not to be in the best of moods. For some odd reason, I walked
directly towards her.
"Hey, Stephanie!"
"Look Kurt Angle I don-...." She stopped when she saw me. Slowly, she
backed away from me. "Look, Listen if you hurt me, I will call the
cops on you." I looked at her and then smirked.
"Steph. I am a man who doesn't hit women, and even as much as I hate
your husband, I am not going to take it out on you." She let go of
her breath. "But... I do have some advice for you."
"Advice? About what?"
"About your marriage conflict."
"Is that so?" She said giving me her full attention.
"I think you should..." At that moment, a lot of answers came to me.
Dump the SOB.
He ain't worth it.
Go with Kurt Angle.
Triple H is nothing but a jackass that you should have left a very
long time ago.
And more. I looked at Stephanie's face.
"I think you should... give him another chance. The only reason
he's
keeping you back here is because of the injuries you've been
enduring
these couple of days. He does love you. So you should give him a
second chance. Because maybe... if you don't, it will be something
you will never forgive yourself for." I said and left.
I know she was probably surprised by what I had just said back there.
Dammit, I was surprised myself. I walk down the parking lot. Faintly,
I could hear the distance steps of someone else, but dismissed it and
got into my car and left.
Did Billy give me that stuffed animal? If so, does that mean he still
loves me? I pondered these thoughts as I drove down toward the arena.
I knew I didn't have a match, but I needed to talk to someone. I
glanced toward my side to see the stuffed animal sitting on the
chair. I sighed.
I parked my car and got out. I walked the distance in silence while
my head was full of thoughts. I heard the steps of another. Probably
someone leaving early to get back home or something, I thought, and
continued on. When I arrived, I saw Stephanie standing there with a
look of confusion and shock.
"Steph? Are you all right?" I asked. She snapped out of it and then
looked at me.
"Oh... nothing... It's just... that I guess I got some useful advice
from someone I didn't expect it to come from, that's all. But thanks
for your concern, Jess." She said.
"Hey, no problem." I responded and left.
I walk down the halls when I caught up with Chyna.
"Chyna!" She turned around and gave me a smile. I looked about,
making sure that Eddie was not there to blow up and start snapping
like crazy.
"Hey," She hugged me. I winced, cringed, while my mind was crying out
in pain. She moved back. "Oh shit. I'm sorry. I forgot." I smiled.
"Hey, I'm all right. Nothing to worry about." I assured her.
"I couldn't believe that it was you who jumped Stone Cold and
actually lived to tell about it."
"Nothing but pure luck." I smirked. "So, what's been going on?"
"Well, Eddie is going to defend his title against Val." She said.
"Chyna... are you sure you really want to marry Eddie? I mean after
what he put you through..."
"Jesse, thank you for caring about me, but I can handle myself and if
I do need help, you'll be the first person I call," she promised me.
I let out a sigh of relief.
"Jesse... how are you and Billy?" Chyna asked.
".... not good or bad..." I said. Chyna looked concern.
"Did you try to talk to him?"
"Yes… that didn't do any good."
"Does he know what you did for him?"
"I guess... I think he got me a present. A puppy stuffed animal. But,
I don't know if it was out of pity... or if he still cares for me."
"....Jesse, talk to him. Alone. Lock yourself and him in a room so
you can both settle things. Whether it means you guys become a couple
once more or...."
"Or if we break it off..."
"Yes... But I suggest you do it tomorrow on Raw so you both will be
there at the same place."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Because just a couple minutes ago, Billy was here. I'm think he
left." FUCK!
"...shit... Chyna. Thanks for the advice. "
"You're welcome, Pup." She said and left. I stood there for a moment,
and then left making up my decision.