A/N: I know I said Alanah's would be coming up, but I want it to be
excellent; better than it is now. So it's gonna be a while longer before
you all see it. *wink* Sorry for the wait.
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Marissa never knew whether to cry or praise Shane when he jumped from high places on Pay-Per-Views. She usually stared at the monitor in disbelief and waited for her husband to come to the backstage area. She remembered the night of Summer Slam '00 and bit her lip.
She'd ran to the gorilla position and froze at the sight of Shane, slowly making his way down the halls, staggering with people surrounding him. She tried to talk to him but they kept her away, telling her they were going to treat him. She refused to leave his side.
She had to watch them examine him. They frantically ran around the room, ignoring her presence, not wanting to tell her what was wrong with him, as if it were so bad, she wouldn't want to know. But she did.
She was probably the last person to know what was wrong. They told Vince before her. That made her tense.
Everyone had left Shane's room and she remained where she was. She rushed to him, finally, and placed a hand on the side of his face, "You okay, Shane?"
Shane nodded, slowly, as if it were a ridiculous question. He smiled at her, through the pain. It made her feel much better. He still had strength to comfort her with his grin.
Backlash '01 was almost the same. He'd done pretty much the same thing, and she could've hated him for it. But her worry outweighed her anger and she watched the medics scurry about the backstage area. "Shane's hurt!" They shouted. Lots of people, medics, gathered into his room and 3 examined him.
She hated the smell of the medics' uniforms. They were eerie, and wherever the smell was, they were. They annoyed her, because they always made her fret. "What's wrong with him?" She asked one. He looked into her eyes, sympathetically, and rushed passed her.
She looked over at Vince, who was on the other side of the room. He was emotionless. He just watched his son's treatment in silence. She didn't understand how he could keep his concern inside. She couldn't possibly.
At home, Shane was always sweet and caring; gentle. But once he stepped into the ring, it was different. Marissa often saw a different side of him. He was wild, and careless. And the fans loved it. She just worried a lot.
King of the Ring '01 made her cringe and move in every which way. When Kurt threw Shane into the glass, Marissa turned the monitor off. She sat, timidly, in front of it. She felt herself grow even more worried. Sure, she didn't see his bumps, but she was curious as to what he was doing.
She turned it back on to see Angle do it again.
After Shane's match, she waited where she was. It wasn't long before Shane staggered in and collapsed onto the couch inside. She came up to him and kissed him, "How are you feeling?" His forehead's band aid was huge, and she could see the spots of blood that seemed to want to leak through. She lightly caressed around it, to sooth his head and mind.
"Don't worry, I'll be okay." His voice was shaky, and quiet, like he'd taken his own breath away. Marissa held his hand in hers, "I'm proud and worried," She said.
Shane chuckled at her, "Don't be. I'm fine. Her grip on his hand tightened, "I can't help it. I love you too much."
Shane blushed. He didn't know what to say. That was true love for him. No matter what he said, she still was concerned about him.
She stared at the framed pictures of his leaps, which were all over the house. Summerslam '00 seemed to stand out. It had taken her by surprise. She was married to an extremely brave man. She wouldn't miss his matches for the world.
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A/N: Hey, I'm a bit rusty. It's been over a month since I've updated. SO so so sorry about the wait. I hope this makes up for it. Alanah's chapter will be up soon!
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Marissa never knew whether to cry or praise Shane when he jumped from high places on Pay-Per-Views. She usually stared at the monitor in disbelief and waited for her husband to come to the backstage area. She remembered the night of Summer Slam '00 and bit her lip.
She'd ran to the gorilla position and froze at the sight of Shane, slowly making his way down the halls, staggering with people surrounding him. She tried to talk to him but they kept her away, telling her they were going to treat him. She refused to leave his side.
She had to watch them examine him. They frantically ran around the room, ignoring her presence, not wanting to tell her what was wrong with him, as if it were so bad, she wouldn't want to know. But she did.
She was probably the last person to know what was wrong. They told Vince before her. That made her tense.
Everyone had left Shane's room and she remained where she was. She rushed to him, finally, and placed a hand on the side of his face, "You okay, Shane?"
Shane nodded, slowly, as if it were a ridiculous question. He smiled at her, through the pain. It made her feel much better. He still had strength to comfort her with his grin.
Backlash '01 was almost the same. He'd done pretty much the same thing, and she could've hated him for it. But her worry outweighed her anger and she watched the medics scurry about the backstage area. "Shane's hurt!" They shouted. Lots of people, medics, gathered into his room and 3 examined him.
She hated the smell of the medics' uniforms. They were eerie, and wherever the smell was, they were. They annoyed her, because they always made her fret. "What's wrong with him?" She asked one. He looked into her eyes, sympathetically, and rushed passed her.
She looked over at Vince, who was on the other side of the room. He was emotionless. He just watched his son's treatment in silence. She didn't understand how he could keep his concern inside. She couldn't possibly.
At home, Shane was always sweet and caring; gentle. But once he stepped into the ring, it was different. Marissa often saw a different side of him. He was wild, and careless. And the fans loved it. She just worried a lot.
King of the Ring '01 made her cringe and move in every which way. When Kurt threw Shane into the glass, Marissa turned the monitor off. She sat, timidly, in front of it. She felt herself grow even more worried. Sure, she didn't see his bumps, but she was curious as to what he was doing.
She turned it back on to see Angle do it again.
After Shane's match, she waited where she was. It wasn't long before Shane staggered in and collapsed onto the couch inside. She came up to him and kissed him, "How are you feeling?" His forehead's band aid was huge, and she could see the spots of blood that seemed to want to leak through. She lightly caressed around it, to sooth his head and mind.
"Don't worry, I'll be okay." His voice was shaky, and quiet, like he'd taken his own breath away. Marissa held his hand in hers, "I'm proud and worried," She said.
Shane chuckled at her, "Don't be. I'm fine. Her grip on his hand tightened, "I can't help it. I love you too much."
Shane blushed. He didn't know what to say. That was true love for him. No matter what he said, she still was concerned about him.
She stared at the framed pictures of his leaps, which were all over the house. Summerslam '00 seemed to stand out. It had taken her by surprise. She was married to an extremely brave man. She wouldn't miss his matches for the world.
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A/N: Hey, I'm a bit rusty. It's been over a month since I've updated. SO so so sorry about the wait. I hope this makes up for it. Alanah's chapter will be up soon!