Chapter 8 *
"Got the camera?"
"Check"
"Got film?" Kirsten looked at Monique who appeared to be hiding the fact that she was double checking the status of the film already inside "well duh, if I have the camera"
"Do I need to remind you of the time you"
"No, No, I get it, and yes it has film in it this time. See." She held up the camera.
"Ok, now. Posters?"
"Check"
"Foam gun signs?" Kirsten put one on her hand, "Check"
With that the girls set out on their way to Raw is War, survival gear in tow. When they arrive at the arena, they show the usher their tickets and he points to the front row. They get to their seats only to find they are in the corner right at the end of the ramp and the beginning of the ring.
"Oh my god, I will be finger lengths away from Matty Moore."
"Yea, maybe if we're lucky we can get Hardy sweat flung at us."
Kirsten's eyes widened, "you really think so?"
Monique chuckled, "you need some serious help."
"Got the camera?"
"Check"
"Got film?" Kirsten looked at Monique who appeared to be hiding the fact that she was double checking the status of the film already inside "well duh, if I have the camera"
"Do I need to remind you of the time you"
"No, No, I get it, and yes it has film in it this time. See." She held up the camera.
"Ok, now. Posters?"
"Check"
"Foam gun signs?" Kirsten put one on her hand, "Check"
With that the girls set out on their way to Raw is War, survival gear in tow. When they arrive at the arena, they show the usher their tickets and he points to the front row. They get to their seats only to find they are in the corner right at the end of the ramp and the beginning of the ring.
"Oh my god, I will be finger lengths away from Matty Moore."
"Yea, maybe if we're lucky we can get Hardy sweat flung at us."
Kirsten's eyes widened, "you really think so?"
Monique chuckled, "you need some serious help."