Author's Notes: I have a tendency to get writer's block easily: a curse all
writers hate... But I have finally finished the chapter! Yeah! ^_^;;
Anyway, thank you Diamond! ^_^ Your support was very encouraging... I don't
think I've ever had someone urge me on like you did! ^_^ Thanks!
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Chapter Three ~ Warnings Fall Upon Deaf Ears
By ~ MÃstico Lobo
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He stormed into the arena that night pissed as ever. He had spent the last three hours filling out reports about his car. He had told the police that it was Jessie who had done it, but they had brushed him off, saying there was no evidence, just suspicion.
He felt no threat from her, only anger. He had just met this woman not a week ago, and already she was starting to get at him. From the beginning she had claimed that she hated all wrestlers. So why him? Why was she after him? Sure, he could understand why she opposed to wrestling, but why the hell go out after people, to try to 'destroy' them? It would get her no where but in shining spot in the happy house, more commonly called 'jail.'
Knowing that these questions would probably never be answered, he tried to think about tonight's match. Unconsciously, he had begun to think of ways to get back at Angle, and so far he liked his idea. He wouldn't worry about lunatic photographers who squished cars for entertainment. He wouldn't worry about his life because she was... He shook his head. He was not only repeating himself, but he was thinking about it. Again.
It was fresh on his mind, so it would probably take a short while to make it go away. If he would just focus on Angle, he wouldn't be thinking about such crap, now would he? He quickly stripped out of his clothes and jumped into the shower. He didn't know why, but showers always loosened him up. There was just something about the feeling of having water run down his body... That was probably why he always took one before a match.
Afterwards, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out. His mind was now centered on the task he was about to perform as he slipped into his clothes. That was, however, until a knock came on the door. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the door before opening it. He wasn't expecting anyone, his promo was supposed to be cut in the ring. To his surprise, an EMT member stood before him.
"Eh...Rock...?" the young man stammered. He was obviously nervous if he couldn't even recognize the extreme physique that was before him!
He narrowed his eyes at the man. "No, it's the freaking Easter Bunny stripped of his pink fuzz because he got it tangled in all the machinery needed to make the chocolate bunnies for all of his admirers. Of course it's The Rock! What do ya want?"
The EMT stuttered out that his match would be cancelled tonight because of Angle's unfortunate accident. Before he had arrived from the police station, Angle had been run over by a large black van. The van did not have a license plate, but ever knew who it was. Rock was the only one who would currently want him out. Not that his fans minded. They wanted him to win, not some whiney, crybaby. When he heard this, he glared down at the EMT.
"You expect The Rock to believe you, you worthless piece of monkey crap? Well he'll tell you this, and to all of your-" he looked down at him with a scowl, "'friends,'" he emphasized the word, indicating another definition then just pals, "you better watch what you say and don't spread rumors about the Rock. Hell, never mind! The Rock could care less what you pieces of crap think of him, but remember that he's always watching, so if you should happen to say something exceedingly wrong..." He left it at that and slammed the door. Pissed, he kicked a bucket that was next to the door. He didn't care that the man just out the door was an EMT, one of the men that had helped him before. He didn't care that he had frightened him because of his size. And he most certainly didn't care that he had probably accused him of something he hadn't done. All he cared about was that his match with Angle had been suspended yet again, and God knew he wouldn't heal fast enough.
He knew that people would turn their eyes on him, no matter what he told him. He knew he didn't do it, but he knew who had. That bitch had been set on ruining him sense the moment she heard his name. She had messed up his car, why not Angle?
Knowing that Vince would use this as an excuse to kick him out for the night, he threw a towel into his sports bag. This wasn't the first time he would be kicked out for the night, and he knew that it wouldn't be the last. Normally he would have stayed, but he didn't bother tonight. He didn't give a damn what Vince said or threatened. In fact, he knew that one of his stooges would be walking up to his door and tell him to leave. He was surprised no one had arrived yet.
His suspicions were confirmed by a knock on his door a few minutes later. He had slipped on his newest, sleeveless t-shirt and into his windbreaker pants. If he couldn't let out his anger, he could at least be comfortable. He opened the door with a snap of his wrist expecting to find some small goon with a bat. They were always the same, small boys with bats that made them think they had power. The sight always made him laugh; it was ridiculously funny. It was as if they were ants that could bite and did no damage except annoy people. Except this ant was no goon of Vince's. It was Jessie.
His anger intensified as she pushed her way through the room. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She didn't carry any large equipment like she had previously, but a small, silver digital camera. Or at least he thought it was a digital camera. By the way she was holding it, it looked as if it could be a small metal purse.
"Look. I don't want to be here and you don't want me here. So let's make this fast so we don't have look at each other, kay?" She smiled sourly at him.
"You have some damn nerve to come walking into here without an invitation." His glare hardened.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know ape-men knew how to be civil." She lifted the camera from her and pushed a button. As she lifted it up, he walked over to her and grabbed it from her. "Hey!"
"Your behavior gets tiring real fast. And so does this crap. What is it?" He looked at the camera with a scowl.
She folded her arms. "It's a camera."
"I know what it is! What are you going to use it for?" He looked up at her, still glaring. "If you push this button, will it explode the room?"
She looked at him as if he had sprouted another head. "What are you crazy? That's impossible. I think you've been watching one too-many James Bond movies." She made a grab for the camera. He took a step back, holding it up.
"Yeah, maybe, but I also thought that turning a SUV into a mutated rectangle of metal was impossible," his eyes narrowed again, "but apparently that could be done."
She frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about. Give me my camera."
"You expect me to believe that? That's what every crook says to the cop when they're caught."
"Maybe so, but you ain't no cop." She made another move for him which he dodged just as easily.
"How'd you do it?"
She sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "Do what?"
"Don't give me that crap! You know perfectly well what I mean!"
"If I did, would I be asking?"
He was silent for a moment as his eyes flashed down at her. "Back off. I don't want to see around my property, my career, or me. You totaled my car and then ran over my opponent. I don't know how you did it, but I know you did. You may have a thousand minions or you may only have yourself, but it doesn't matter." He thrust the camera at her. Grabbing his sports bag, he looked at her as if she were a vile creature from the other ends of the earth. "If you don't, I won't be blamed for the consequences."
With that he left. He slammed the door behind him, leaving her stunned. He ignored everyone who acknowledged him as he walked out, nor did he stop to exchange words with Vince's man when he finally told him the news that he had to leave. He had rented a car before arriving at the police station and had half expected himself to find it like he had his own. For his checkbook's sake, it was in the same condition as he had left it.
He jerked open the back door and tossed the bag in the seat. His mood hadn't cooled during his walk, and he doubted that he'd ever be the same again. And it certainly hadn't helped with Jessie's lovely visit either.
Irritated, he slammed the door closed. As he turned towards the driver's door, he noticed a figure in the corner of his eye. He turned his head towards the figure and immediately noticed that something was wrong with the man. He was covered in a thick dark cloak and held a lit cigar in his unusually long, think fingers. It covered the top of his head, but not his face. But his clothes weren't what were odd about him. His face was crooked and placed in an odd position. His nose looked as if he was broken without any signs of bruising. His chin stuck out too far to the right and his upper lip flapped over the bottom. His eyes were smaller and beadier than Undertaker's. He had no facial hair, including no eyebrows. He narrowed his eyes and noticed he didn't even have eyelashes. A shiver shot down his spine as his eyes connected with his. He could only stare at him, transfixed. His lips lifted up in a sneer as he turned away, disappearing around the corner.
Shaking his head he jumped into the car, locking the doors. As he drove out, he tried looking for the man who turned behind the corner, but couldn't find him. Another odd feeling washed over him as he remembered the look in his eyes. He had met a lot of people who didn't seem normal, but he had never met anyone quite like him. He pulled onto the street and headed towards this hotel, his mind still on the man. He wondered if Jessie and e were connected in some way. It wouldn't surprise him in the least, because they both were crooked in their own way. The man's sneer made a shiver run down him again. He had never seen anything of the like before. It was as if he were telling him something, something similar to what he had told Jessie in his dressing room. He ignored it with a shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. He'd received glares, threats, and even fights from fans before, so what made him any different? He was a fan of Angle's that had overheard about his accident and wanted to make his feelings known. What made him any different from any other fan?
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Chapter Three ~ Warnings Fall Upon Deaf Ears
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He stormed into the arena that night pissed as ever. He had spent the last three hours filling out reports about his car. He had told the police that it was Jessie who had done it, but they had brushed him off, saying there was no evidence, just suspicion.
He felt no threat from her, only anger. He had just met this woman not a week ago, and already she was starting to get at him. From the beginning she had claimed that she hated all wrestlers. So why him? Why was she after him? Sure, he could understand why she opposed to wrestling, but why the hell go out after people, to try to 'destroy' them? It would get her no where but in shining spot in the happy house, more commonly called 'jail.'
Knowing that these questions would probably never be answered, he tried to think about tonight's match. Unconsciously, he had begun to think of ways to get back at Angle, and so far he liked his idea. He wouldn't worry about lunatic photographers who squished cars for entertainment. He wouldn't worry about his life because she was... He shook his head. He was not only repeating himself, but he was thinking about it. Again.
It was fresh on his mind, so it would probably take a short while to make it go away. If he would just focus on Angle, he wouldn't be thinking about such crap, now would he? He quickly stripped out of his clothes and jumped into the shower. He didn't know why, but showers always loosened him up. There was just something about the feeling of having water run down his body... That was probably why he always took one before a match.
Afterwards, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out. His mind was now centered on the task he was about to perform as he slipped into his clothes. That was, however, until a knock came on the door. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the door before opening it. He wasn't expecting anyone, his promo was supposed to be cut in the ring. To his surprise, an EMT member stood before him.
"Eh...Rock...?" the young man stammered. He was obviously nervous if he couldn't even recognize the extreme physique that was before him!
He narrowed his eyes at the man. "No, it's the freaking Easter Bunny stripped of his pink fuzz because he got it tangled in all the machinery needed to make the chocolate bunnies for all of his admirers. Of course it's The Rock! What do ya want?"
The EMT stuttered out that his match would be cancelled tonight because of Angle's unfortunate accident. Before he had arrived from the police station, Angle had been run over by a large black van. The van did not have a license plate, but ever knew who it was. Rock was the only one who would currently want him out. Not that his fans minded. They wanted him to win, not some whiney, crybaby. When he heard this, he glared down at the EMT.
"You expect The Rock to believe you, you worthless piece of monkey crap? Well he'll tell you this, and to all of your-" he looked down at him with a scowl, "'friends,'" he emphasized the word, indicating another definition then just pals, "you better watch what you say and don't spread rumors about the Rock. Hell, never mind! The Rock could care less what you pieces of crap think of him, but remember that he's always watching, so if you should happen to say something exceedingly wrong..." He left it at that and slammed the door. Pissed, he kicked a bucket that was next to the door. He didn't care that the man just out the door was an EMT, one of the men that had helped him before. He didn't care that he had frightened him because of his size. And he most certainly didn't care that he had probably accused him of something he hadn't done. All he cared about was that his match with Angle had been suspended yet again, and God knew he wouldn't heal fast enough.
He knew that people would turn their eyes on him, no matter what he told him. He knew he didn't do it, but he knew who had. That bitch had been set on ruining him sense the moment she heard his name. She had messed up his car, why not Angle?
Knowing that Vince would use this as an excuse to kick him out for the night, he threw a towel into his sports bag. This wasn't the first time he would be kicked out for the night, and he knew that it wouldn't be the last. Normally he would have stayed, but he didn't bother tonight. He didn't give a damn what Vince said or threatened. In fact, he knew that one of his stooges would be walking up to his door and tell him to leave. He was surprised no one had arrived yet.
His suspicions were confirmed by a knock on his door a few minutes later. He had slipped on his newest, sleeveless t-shirt and into his windbreaker pants. If he couldn't let out his anger, he could at least be comfortable. He opened the door with a snap of his wrist expecting to find some small goon with a bat. They were always the same, small boys with bats that made them think they had power. The sight always made him laugh; it was ridiculously funny. It was as if they were ants that could bite and did no damage except annoy people. Except this ant was no goon of Vince's. It was Jessie.
His anger intensified as she pushed her way through the room. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She didn't carry any large equipment like she had previously, but a small, silver digital camera. Or at least he thought it was a digital camera. By the way she was holding it, it looked as if it could be a small metal purse.
"Look. I don't want to be here and you don't want me here. So let's make this fast so we don't have look at each other, kay?" She smiled sourly at him.
"You have some damn nerve to come walking into here without an invitation." His glare hardened.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know ape-men knew how to be civil." She lifted the camera from her and pushed a button. As she lifted it up, he walked over to her and grabbed it from her. "Hey!"
"Your behavior gets tiring real fast. And so does this crap. What is it?" He looked at the camera with a scowl.
She folded her arms. "It's a camera."
"I know what it is! What are you going to use it for?" He looked up at her, still glaring. "If you push this button, will it explode the room?"
She looked at him as if he had sprouted another head. "What are you crazy? That's impossible. I think you've been watching one too-many James Bond movies." She made a grab for the camera. He took a step back, holding it up.
"Yeah, maybe, but I also thought that turning a SUV into a mutated rectangle of metal was impossible," his eyes narrowed again, "but apparently that could be done."
She frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about. Give me my camera."
"You expect me to believe that? That's what every crook says to the cop when they're caught."
"Maybe so, but you ain't no cop." She made another move for him which he dodged just as easily.
"How'd you do it?"
She sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "Do what?"
"Don't give me that crap! You know perfectly well what I mean!"
"If I did, would I be asking?"
He was silent for a moment as his eyes flashed down at her. "Back off. I don't want to see around my property, my career, or me. You totaled my car and then ran over my opponent. I don't know how you did it, but I know you did. You may have a thousand minions or you may only have yourself, but it doesn't matter." He thrust the camera at her. Grabbing his sports bag, he looked at her as if she were a vile creature from the other ends of the earth. "If you don't, I won't be blamed for the consequences."
With that he left. He slammed the door behind him, leaving her stunned. He ignored everyone who acknowledged him as he walked out, nor did he stop to exchange words with Vince's man when he finally told him the news that he had to leave. He had rented a car before arriving at the police station and had half expected himself to find it like he had his own. For his checkbook's sake, it was in the same condition as he had left it.
He jerked open the back door and tossed the bag in the seat. His mood hadn't cooled during his walk, and he doubted that he'd ever be the same again. And it certainly hadn't helped with Jessie's lovely visit either.
Irritated, he slammed the door closed. As he turned towards the driver's door, he noticed a figure in the corner of his eye. He turned his head towards the figure and immediately noticed that something was wrong with the man. He was covered in a thick dark cloak and held a lit cigar in his unusually long, think fingers. It covered the top of his head, but not his face. But his clothes weren't what were odd about him. His face was crooked and placed in an odd position. His nose looked as if he was broken without any signs of bruising. His chin stuck out too far to the right and his upper lip flapped over the bottom. His eyes were smaller and beadier than Undertaker's. He had no facial hair, including no eyebrows. He narrowed his eyes and noticed he didn't even have eyelashes. A shiver shot down his spine as his eyes connected with his. He could only stare at him, transfixed. His lips lifted up in a sneer as he turned away, disappearing around the corner.
Shaking his head he jumped into the car, locking the doors. As he drove out, he tried looking for the man who turned behind the corner, but couldn't find him. Another odd feeling washed over him as he remembered the look in his eyes. He had met a lot of people who didn't seem normal, but he had never met anyone quite like him. He pulled onto the street and headed towards this hotel, his mind still on the man. He wondered if Jessie and e were connected in some way. It wouldn't surprise him in the least, because they both were crooked in their own way. The man's sneer made a shiver run down him again. He had never seen anything of the like before. It was as if he were telling him something, something similar to what he had told Jessie in his dressing room. He ignored it with a shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. He'd received glares, threats, and even fights from fans before, so what made him any different? He was a fan of Angle's that had overheard about his accident and wanted to make his feelings known. What made him any different from any other fan?