Disclosure: I do not own Bradshaw, Farooq, nor any other WWF Superstars. I
am in no way affiliated with WWFE nor Titan Entertainment.
Just a Family Friend?
Chapter 6
It had been Stone Cold calling Bradshaw from backstage. He finally came out to the ramp and talked to Bradshaw about the night's match. Bradshaw introduced us. Stone Cold was very nice. He must have already heard about me being Bradshaw's valet because he knew who I was and he assured me that I would not get hurt during the match. He was kind enough to suggest I talk to his wife Debra to get a few pointers on being a diva.
Later, Bradshaw and I left the arena to grab some food. I was starving. For a moment, I contemplated ordering a salad. * What are you crazy, Sam? You could eat a horse, but you're going to order a salad. Good point. Then again, what if I get really nervous tonight? There's a way to make a lasting impression. You finally get to be in the WWF and you vomit all over some poor camera guy in front of thousands, not to mention national t.v. Besides, you don't want to look like a complete pig in front of Bradshaw. * I had to stop my mind from racing. * It's food, why is this such a difficult decision? Bradshaw has seen me eat before, so it's no big deal if I order a friggin' steak! And hello . . . I'm starving! * Finally, I decided on the safety order . . . a burger and fries.
"Are you feeling better about tonight?" Bradshaw asked on the way back to the hotel.
"Yeah, so far so good. I'm not so nervous anymore, maybe I just needed to eat something. Lord knows, I haven't eaten since yesterday and I had to get up super early to fly out here." I replied.
"Well, just wait. When the arena starts filling up with people and it gets closer to the match, you'll feel the nerves." Bradshaw chuckled a bit.
"Yeah, well just promise me you won't think badly of me if I get sick on you." I gave him a big smile. * Guess you're not so smug anymore, tough guy. *
Bradshaw parked the car, we got out, and he got our bags out of the trunk. He insisted on carrying my bag.
"Where you going?" Bradshaw asked as I headed towards the registration desk.
"I have to check in." I explained.
He stepped toward me, put his arm around me and said, "You crazy girl, there's no need. You can stay with me. There's no need for you to waste your money. I have two king beds and I promise I won't look."
"Are you sure?" I questioned. "I don't want to be in the way."
"Farooq would kill me if I didn't force you to stay. I don't know about you, but I'm not in any hurry to get on his bad side."
"Well, if you're sure . . ."
"I'm sure." Bradshaw cut me off.
Just a Family Friend?
Chapter 6
It had been Stone Cold calling Bradshaw from backstage. He finally came out to the ramp and talked to Bradshaw about the night's match. Bradshaw introduced us. Stone Cold was very nice. He must have already heard about me being Bradshaw's valet because he knew who I was and he assured me that I would not get hurt during the match. He was kind enough to suggest I talk to his wife Debra to get a few pointers on being a diva.
Later, Bradshaw and I left the arena to grab some food. I was starving. For a moment, I contemplated ordering a salad. * What are you crazy, Sam? You could eat a horse, but you're going to order a salad. Good point. Then again, what if I get really nervous tonight? There's a way to make a lasting impression. You finally get to be in the WWF and you vomit all over some poor camera guy in front of thousands, not to mention national t.v. Besides, you don't want to look like a complete pig in front of Bradshaw. * I had to stop my mind from racing. * It's food, why is this such a difficult decision? Bradshaw has seen me eat before, so it's no big deal if I order a friggin' steak! And hello . . . I'm starving! * Finally, I decided on the safety order . . . a burger and fries.
"Are you feeling better about tonight?" Bradshaw asked on the way back to the hotel.
"Yeah, so far so good. I'm not so nervous anymore, maybe I just needed to eat something. Lord knows, I haven't eaten since yesterday and I had to get up super early to fly out here." I replied.
"Well, just wait. When the arena starts filling up with people and it gets closer to the match, you'll feel the nerves." Bradshaw chuckled a bit.
"Yeah, well just promise me you won't think badly of me if I get sick on you." I gave him a big smile. * Guess you're not so smug anymore, tough guy. *
Bradshaw parked the car, we got out, and he got our bags out of the trunk. He insisted on carrying my bag.
"Where you going?" Bradshaw asked as I headed towards the registration desk.
"I have to check in." I explained.
He stepped toward me, put his arm around me and said, "You crazy girl, there's no need. You can stay with me. There's no need for you to waste your money. I have two king beds and I promise I won't look."
"Are you sure?" I questioned. "I don't want to be in the way."
"Farooq would kill me if I didn't force you to stay. I don't know about you, but I'm not in any hurry to get on his bad side."
"Well, if you're sure . . ."
"I'm sure." Bradshaw cut me off.