I'm trying to get these finished before tomorrow. Shawn Michaels and
Triple H are probably going to be the longest chapters because they're the
most complex (involved?) out of the six. Look for the sometime before 7:30
EST. I promise promise, triple promise that they'll be done. Read and
Review!
{I cry out to God
{Seeking only his decision
{Gabriel stands and confirms
{I created my own prison
"Let me tell you, I did not want to be put into this match."
"So why'd you agree to it then?"
There was a pause, and then: "Because it's the main event at Survivor Series. I would have been insane not to do it."
"Plan on doing the Spin-A-Rooni for the crowd?"
"Inside something that's more dangerous then a Hell in the Cell? You have got to be kidding me."
Test laughed. "I think the audience would appreciate it."
"I'm sure they would." Booker T sighed. "How about I do it only if I win?"
"You got yourself a deal." Test glanced around the lounge at the other people wasting time and then turned back to his friend. "Did you see when they were brining in the-"
"Yes."
"And how about all the-"
"I saw all that too."
"And the title that Bischoff insists he has to carry around for safe keeping?"
Booker T smiled almost wistfully and nodded. "You saw those too?"
Test laughed. "Man you are so pathetic. But I shouldn't be saying anything because you get a title shot and I don't even know what I have."
"You have Stacy." Booker T pointed out all too quickly. "I wouldn't start complaining about something like that. You're the luckiest guy in the whole damn company."
"Well, you do have a point there." Test trailed off. "Yeah, you're right. You can have your World Heavyweight Title. I got her. And I'll see you later then. Good luck if I don't see you before the match though."
He nodded after his friend and watched the people as they walked in and out of the small room and thought of the days leading up to this single crowning moment.
Monday he had been on Raw, naturally. He couldn't even remember the match he was in, if there was one at all. There was this feeling of being nervous, but not really feeling nervous; if that made any sense. Booker T had been wary to meet up with any of the other five combatants and they had done the same with him.
The next couple of days, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, he had gone back home for a quick rest. His niece and nephew had wanted to see his move every chance they got, and even attempted to do it on there own. He spent the days sleeping in until noon and eating all the home cooked meals that his heart desired. Thursday evening had come around way too quickly.
His niece, Tanya, had been the last person to wish him good luck before he boarded the plane for New York City. She had made him kneel down so they were eye level and made him close his eyes.
"Uncle Book, you can open your eyes now." She insisted after a couple of moments.
Booker T opened his eyes to find her holding out a ring for him. It looked like it had cost twenty-five cents out of a supermarket machine, but she had the proudest look on her face. "Honey, what's this?"
"It's for you." She announced proudly, taking his hand and shoving the ring down on his pinky finger.
"And why is it for me?"
"Because Mommy said the match you're going into Sunday is very dangerous and I wanted to give it to you for good luck." Tanya explained. "I just know that you're going to win." She added, her face glowing.
{All held captive
{Out from the sun
{A sun that shines on only some
{We the meek are all in one
He managed to tear himself away from his family in time to make the flight and once he was all settled, looked at the ring Tanya had given him.
It was a cheap metal with gold paint. The paint had begun to chip away on the back but in the center was a blue/green plastic oval held in place by some glue.
That ring was his most treasured possession as of right now.
Despite the fact that most of the guys had teased and tormented him non- stop since seeing him Friday morning, he had ignored them and kept on with his training, desperate to make the Elimination Chamber match the best one of his career.
Sunday morning had come around then, meaning the autograph sessions and meet and greets and everything else that came with the territory of being a superstar.
Terri and Trish had come up to him and insisted on seeing his ring and hearing the story behind it. They had nearly melted when he told them about Tanya, and then one of the trainers had overheard and insisted that he put tape over the ring to prevent it from causing an accident.
"What the hell can that thing possibly do?" Trish argued on his behalf.
The trainer held up his hands in surrender. "I don't make the rules, I just follow them to keep food on the table."
"Fair enough." Terri muttered, but still looked enchanted when Booker T had began to mess around with the ring. "You're going to break it." She reprimanded.
He looked up quickly. "Why are you guys so interested in this thing?" He asked.
Trish grinned. "Because out of the whole time I've been in this company, that is the sweetest thing I've heard someone do for one of their relatives."
"She's my niece." He argued.
Terri laughed before walking away with Trish. "She's still related."
"Yeah, I know." Booker T muttered, watching as they retreated to their room. He glanced down at the ring on his pinky and smiled at the thought of his niece as he heard his name being called. "This is for you."
{When you climb up to that hill
{Up to your place
{I hope you're well
Shawn Michaels and then Triple H will finish this out!
{I cry out to God
{Seeking only his decision
{Gabriel stands and confirms
{I created my own prison
"Let me tell you, I did not want to be put into this match."
"So why'd you agree to it then?"
There was a pause, and then: "Because it's the main event at Survivor Series. I would have been insane not to do it."
"Plan on doing the Spin-A-Rooni for the crowd?"
"Inside something that's more dangerous then a Hell in the Cell? You have got to be kidding me."
Test laughed. "I think the audience would appreciate it."
"I'm sure they would." Booker T sighed. "How about I do it only if I win?"
"You got yourself a deal." Test glanced around the lounge at the other people wasting time and then turned back to his friend. "Did you see when they were brining in the-"
"Yes."
"And how about all the-"
"I saw all that too."
"And the title that Bischoff insists he has to carry around for safe keeping?"
Booker T smiled almost wistfully and nodded. "You saw those too?"
Test laughed. "Man you are so pathetic. But I shouldn't be saying anything because you get a title shot and I don't even know what I have."
"You have Stacy." Booker T pointed out all too quickly. "I wouldn't start complaining about something like that. You're the luckiest guy in the whole damn company."
"Well, you do have a point there." Test trailed off. "Yeah, you're right. You can have your World Heavyweight Title. I got her. And I'll see you later then. Good luck if I don't see you before the match though."
He nodded after his friend and watched the people as they walked in and out of the small room and thought of the days leading up to this single crowning moment.
Monday he had been on Raw, naturally. He couldn't even remember the match he was in, if there was one at all. There was this feeling of being nervous, but not really feeling nervous; if that made any sense. Booker T had been wary to meet up with any of the other five combatants and they had done the same with him.
The next couple of days, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, he had gone back home for a quick rest. His niece and nephew had wanted to see his move every chance they got, and even attempted to do it on there own. He spent the days sleeping in until noon and eating all the home cooked meals that his heart desired. Thursday evening had come around way too quickly.
His niece, Tanya, had been the last person to wish him good luck before he boarded the plane for New York City. She had made him kneel down so they were eye level and made him close his eyes.
"Uncle Book, you can open your eyes now." She insisted after a couple of moments.
Booker T opened his eyes to find her holding out a ring for him. It looked like it had cost twenty-five cents out of a supermarket machine, but she had the proudest look on her face. "Honey, what's this?"
"It's for you." She announced proudly, taking his hand and shoving the ring down on his pinky finger.
"And why is it for me?"
"Because Mommy said the match you're going into Sunday is very dangerous and I wanted to give it to you for good luck." Tanya explained. "I just know that you're going to win." She added, her face glowing.
{All held captive
{Out from the sun
{A sun that shines on only some
{We the meek are all in one
He managed to tear himself away from his family in time to make the flight and once he was all settled, looked at the ring Tanya had given him.
It was a cheap metal with gold paint. The paint had begun to chip away on the back but in the center was a blue/green plastic oval held in place by some glue.
That ring was his most treasured possession as of right now.
Despite the fact that most of the guys had teased and tormented him non- stop since seeing him Friday morning, he had ignored them and kept on with his training, desperate to make the Elimination Chamber match the best one of his career.
Sunday morning had come around then, meaning the autograph sessions and meet and greets and everything else that came with the territory of being a superstar.
Terri and Trish had come up to him and insisted on seeing his ring and hearing the story behind it. They had nearly melted when he told them about Tanya, and then one of the trainers had overheard and insisted that he put tape over the ring to prevent it from causing an accident.
"What the hell can that thing possibly do?" Trish argued on his behalf.
The trainer held up his hands in surrender. "I don't make the rules, I just follow them to keep food on the table."
"Fair enough." Terri muttered, but still looked enchanted when Booker T had began to mess around with the ring. "You're going to break it." She reprimanded.
He looked up quickly. "Why are you guys so interested in this thing?" He asked.
Trish grinned. "Because out of the whole time I've been in this company, that is the sweetest thing I've heard someone do for one of their relatives."
"She's my niece." He argued.
Terri laughed before walking away with Trish. "She's still related."
"Yeah, I know." Booker T muttered, watching as they retreated to their room. He glanced down at the ring on his pinky and smiled at the thought of his niece as he heard his name being called. "This is for you."
{When you climb up to that hill
{Up to your place
{I hope you're well
Shawn Michaels and then Triple H will finish this out!