"Where did Joanie go?"
Disclaimer : Okay it's like this, look, I don't claim ownership to the characters or plot development mentioned from "WWE"". These properties expressly belong to WWE. Any other characters contained in "Played" are the properties of Desiree Einez and that be me :). Peace n' greenbeans kids and enjoy this fanfic!
X-tra Disclaimer: While, yes I do Luuuuuuuuuust after the Game, I do not intend this story to bash Joanie Laurer. I am a fan and respect Joanie as an athlete and entertainer and someone I believe to be very honest and sincere. I could be wrong, but whateva! I also think Paul is fine as heck! And I would love to do naughty things with the man, but I don't think he could hang! LOL, then again I hope and pray to God I'm wrong ROFLMAO Anytime Paul, my number is 469-6877 :) In fact, you will be surprised at this story so just keep reading.
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Summary: The night before returning to the road.
Everyone is having such a good time. The food is wonderful and everyone is living up before they hit the road again. Paul and Matt get so playful as to throw their girlfriends in the pool. This follows the funniest game of "chicken".
Later Amy and Ebonee bring out a cake in honor of Als birthday. Everything is so happy, so peaceful. Then….
Terri: Hey, where did Joanie go?
Paul: Hey, who cares?
Amy: Uhm, maybe someone should check on her. Did she eat with us.
Matt: Her car's gone.
Paul: Good riddance!
Paul takes a swig of his beer and walks off, Ebonee watches him. Al places a kiss on her cheek.
Al: Sweetheart thank you.
Ebonee: Happy Birthday Al.
Al: You know this cake is going to go strait to my girlish figure.
They laugh, Terri drags All off to the sauna. Ebonee walks over to Paul. He's sitting in a chair in the backyard under a tree.
Ebonee: You're brooding. Why?
Paul: I'm not.
Ebonee: You seem real upset.
Paul: Yeah? I'm not. Baby really I'm good.
Ebonee: (kisses Paul) This weekend was the best.
Paul: It was.
Paul pulls Ebonee on his lap and they sit and talk.
The next day everyone is loading up the cars to hit the roads to Memphis. Ebonee is looking for something.
Paul: Ready Babe?
Ebonee: No. No! Where is…. Oh my God!
Paul: What is it?
Ebonee: My necklace. Paul did you see it?
Paul: What the locket?
Ebonee: Yes! Where is it (looks under the bed)
Paul: (looking) Maybe you packed it.
Ebonee: No I didn't .
Paul: It's okay babe, Kurt'll look for it.
Ebonee: I can't leave without it.
Paul: (joking) What is it? Good luck? (laughs)
Ebonee: (Pushes him out of the way) Yes!
Paul: Hey hey. I'm sorry (wipes away her tears comforting her) Babe I'm sorry I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry.
Ebonee: My dad gave it to me.
Ebonee hasn't seen Gregory Jones since he left Ebonee and her mom when Ebonee was eight years old.
Paul: Kurt will find it. Baby, I'm sorry, but we have to go.
Ebonee: It's all I've got.
Paul: No. No it isn't .
Paul kisses Ebonee and they walk out of the house. Paul puts her in the car and closes her door. She stares out at the house as he gets in and starts the car. Paul holds her face.
Paul: I love you.
Ebonee: I love you too.
Paul: Everything's going to be okay. I promise.
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The following is a funny little ode I wrote specifically for The Game
Lustfully I lust, yes I lustfully lust for you Paul Levesque. I touch your fire and it cools my skin. I melt in your cold cold eyes. Is this lust? Yes oh sweet lust has conquered me with naughty nasty thoughts of You and a jar of skippy peanut butter. Your mother never could have warned you. Not of a girl like me. The quite one; bookwormish schoolgirl; pigtails and glasses. Yet underneath my skirt is not cotton but a string. Lustfully I lust, yes lustfully lust for you.
By Desirée Einez