Okay, last out of six parts! Hope you guys enjoy, sorry about the delay!
{Should have been dead on a Sunday morning
{Banging my head
{No time for mourning
{Ain't got no time
He put his feet on the chair in front of him, staring out at the now empty arena which would be filled with fans in a couple of hours. They had already been waiting outside when he arrived, five in the morning, and as soon as he stepped out of the limo they had cheered. And that had made him feel good; to know that even though he was "bad" he still had some sort of a fan base. He put his best friend in the hospital after nearly crippling him, but they laughed when he played ventriloquist with that damn dummy.
Kane and the Hurricane and God knows everyone else wasn't happy with that whole angle, but who cares? It was meant to be humorous. There was a warning at the beginning of the segment.
Triple H shook his head; sometimes he really didn't understand people. Not even people in general, pretty much just the people that had to do with the production of the company.
There was Eric Bischoff, who Triple H hated with every fiber of his being. The man can just waltz in the company after trying to destroy it a couple of years ago, hand him the title and think everything was okay? Well the whole just handing him the title thing had been cool; he had to admit that. But there were people backstage who weren't happy about that either. 'It wasn't fair', they whined. 'He doesn't deserve it', they complained. What does it take to make anyone in this company happy?
"Nobody's happy until they see someone get hurt." A voice next to him said quietly.
"What the hell do you want?" Triple H muttered.
Torrie Wilson sat next to him and shrugged. "You looked like you needed someone to talk to."
Triple H shook his head. "No, not really. You can go backstage and do whatever it is you do, terrorize Dawn Marie or something."
"That girl thinks she's so-" Torrie cut herself off. "No, that's not the point. Why are you so rude to everybody?"
"Because everyone is rude to me." Triple H said bluntly.
Torrie looked at him and grinned before sitting back in the seat. "That's not true. You just never give anyone a chance to get to know you."
"I let Stephanie get to know me and we all saw how well that turned out for me."
"That's different though." Torrie argued. "Stephanie was," She stopped and choose her words carefully. "She was just being manipulated by her father the whole time. I think she did love you at one point, but you never gave her a chance. Especially after the whole pregnancy thing, you didn't give her a chance to explain herself. She was upset about-"
"I do not need this right now." Triple H exploded loudly, drawing attention to the two of them. "You have no idea what happened between the two of us and look at you; your father is getting married to this twenty- some year old and you can't accept that and have to get all pouty and bratty about it."
Torrie stood up and drew herself to her full height and glared at the man nearly two times her size. 'What I said about you and Stephanie may not have been any of my business, but she's my friend and came to me when she was upset. You, on the other hand." She jabbed her index finger in his chest. "You have no right to say what you did. You don't know anything about the situation and therefore should not be making any assumptions about it." She snapped, spinning around and stalking away.
"Dumb blonde." Triple H muttered.
"I heard that asshole." She threw over her shoulder.
He looked up in surprise at the blonde's response. "She has some guts." He marveled, picking up his cell phone as it went off. "Hello?"
{I cry out to God
{Seeking only his decision
{Gabriel stands and confirms
{I created my own prison
Twenty minutes later, after getting off the phone with his mom, he stuck it back into his bag and pulled the bag over his shoulder. He took one last look at the chamber and felt a twinge of envy when he saw his ex-wife and RVD sitting in the third row in front of the chamber, looking like they were in serous conversation.
He brushed it off and walked backstage and past the lounge. As soon as he passed by, talking stopped in the room. He looked in and saw Torrie, looking very upset, talking with a group of about five other girls. They all gave him the dirtiest look and he backed away slowly.
"Damn." He muttered, throwing his stuff on the floor.
Ric Flair was waiting on the couch for him and he looked up as soon as Triple H entered the room.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" Triple H demanded, staring at the older man.
He grinned. "I wanted to go over some strategy with-"
"Get the fuck out of my dressing room. I don't wanna go over strategy with you. Where the hell would you get that idea?" Triple H snapped, pretty much throwing Flair out of his room. He opened his mouth to say something and slammed the door in response. "Where does that guy get the nerve?" He muttered, pulling back his hair into a ponytail.
He warmed up for about fifteen minutes and heard his name being paged over the intercom. "Time to go." He whispered, grabbing his bottle of water. He locked the door behind him and started walking towards the curtain. He passed the lounge and Torrie was still sitting there, this time without accompaniment. He knew he would kick himself for doing this, but he walked in and sat down next to her.
"Get away from me." She said, not even looking up from the book she was reading.
"I probably deserved that." He started and she nodded. "But I just wanted to apologize for saying the stuff I did about you and your family."
"Alright."
"That's all you're going to say back?" Triple H asked incredulously.
She shrugged. "I don't have anything to say to you."
"But I just apologized."
"Yes." She said slowly. "Civil people do that. You must have been a mistake."
Triple H stood up and glowered down at her. "I came in here to be polite to you and apologize for acting like a complete jackass towards you, and all you can do is patronize me?"
"I'm surprised you even know what that means." She said dryly, still not bothering to be daunted by his size.
"Okay fine, I don't have to take this." Triple H snapped. "I'm sorry, that's all. Now if you excuse me, I have a match."
Torrie looked up as he began walking out the room and set her book down. "Thank you Paul." She replied.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. "What?"
She smiled. "Thank you for the apology. Now good luck with your match."
{Nothing left to hide
{Nothing left to fear
{I am always here
Yay, I'm done, I finished a six-chapter story in a week. Sorry they weren't out when promised, but I've been busy! Keep watch for a new chapter to 'Girl I Left Behind' which should be up next week. Later!
*FallenAngel*
{Should have been dead on a Sunday morning
{Banging my head
{No time for mourning
{Ain't got no time
He put his feet on the chair in front of him, staring out at the now empty arena which would be filled with fans in a couple of hours. They had already been waiting outside when he arrived, five in the morning, and as soon as he stepped out of the limo they had cheered. And that had made him feel good; to know that even though he was "bad" he still had some sort of a fan base. He put his best friend in the hospital after nearly crippling him, but they laughed when he played ventriloquist with that damn dummy.
Kane and the Hurricane and God knows everyone else wasn't happy with that whole angle, but who cares? It was meant to be humorous. There was a warning at the beginning of the segment.
Triple H shook his head; sometimes he really didn't understand people. Not even people in general, pretty much just the people that had to do with the production of the company.
There was Eric Bischoff, who Triple H hated with every fiber of his being. The man can just waltz in the company after trying to destroy it a couple of years ago, hand him the title and think everything was okay? Well the whole just handing him the title thing had been cool; he had to admit that. But there were people backstage who weren't happy about that either. 'It wasn't fair', they whined. 'He doesn't deserve it', they complained. What does it take to make anyone in this company happy?
"Nobody's happy until they see someone get hurt." A voice next to him said quietly.
"What the hell do you want?" Triple H muttered.
Torrie Wilson sat next to him and shrugged. "You looked like you needed someone to talk to."
Triple H shook his head. "No, not really. You can go backstage and do whatever it is you do, terrorize Dawn Marie or something."
"That girl thinks she's so-" Torrie cut herself off. "No, that's not the point. Why are you so rude to everybody?"
"Because everyone is rude to me." Triple H said bluntly.
Torrie looked at him and grinned before sitting back in the seat. "That's not true. You just never give anyone a chance to get to know you."
"I let Stephanie get to know me and we all saw how well that turned out for me."
"That's different though." Torrie argued. "Stephanie was," She stopped and choose her words carefully. "She was just being manipulated by her father the whole time. I think she did love you at one point, but you never gave her a chance. Especially after the whole pregnancy thing, you didn't give her a chance to explain herself. She was upset about-"
"I do not need this right now." Triple H exploded loudly, drawing attention to the two of them. "You have no idea what happened between the two of us and look at you; your father is getting married to this twenty- some year old and you can't accept that and have to get all pouty and bratty about it."
Torrie stood up and drew herself to her full height and glared at the man nearly two times her size. 'What I said about you and Stephanie may not have been any of my business, but she's my friend and came to me when she was upset. You, on the other hand." She jabbed her index finger in his chest. "You have no right to say what you did. You don't know anything about the situation and therefore should not be making any assumptions about it." She snapped, spinning around and stalking away.
"Dumb blonde." Triple H muttered.
"I heard that asshole." She threw over her shoulder.
He looked up in surprise at the blonde's response. "She has some guts." He marveled, picking up his cell phone as it went off. "Hello?"
{I cry out to God
{Seeking only his decision
{Gabriel stands and confirms
{I created my own prison
Twenty minutes later, after getting off the phone with his mom, he stuck it back into his bag and pulled the bag over his shoulder. He took one last look at the chamber and felt a twinge of envy when he saw his ex-wife and RVD sitting in the third row in front of the chamber, looking like they were in serous conversation.
He brushed it off and walked backstage and past the lounge. As soon as he passed by, talking stopped in the room. He looked in and saw Torrie, looking very upset, talking with a group of about five other girls. They all gave him the dirtiest look and he backed away slowly.
"Damn." He muttered, throwing his stuff on the floor.
Ric Flair was waiting on the couch for him and he looked up as soon as Triple H entered the room.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" Triple H demanded, staring at the older man.
He grinned. "I wanted to go over some strategy with-"
"Get the fuck out of my dressing room. I don't wanna go over strategy with you. Where the hell would you get that idea?" Triple H snapped, pretty much throwing Flair out of his room. He opened his mouth to say something and slammed the door in response. "Where does that guy get the nerve?" He muttered, pulling back his hair into a ponytail.
He warmed up for about fifteen minutes and heard his name being paged over the intercom. "Time to go." He whispered, grabbing his bottle of water. He locked the door behind him and started walking towards the curtain. He passed the lounge and Torrie was still sitting there, this time without accompaniment. He knew he would kick himself for doing this, but he walked in and sat down next to her.
"Get away from me." She said, not even looking up from the book she was reading.
"I probably deserved that." He started and she nodded. "But I just wanted to apologize for saying the stuff I did about you and your family."
"Alright."
"That's all you're going to say back?" Triple H asked incredulously.
She shrugged. "I don't have anything to say to you."
"But I just apologized."
"Yes." She said slowly. "Civil people do that. You must have been a mistake."
Triple H stood up and glowered down at her. "I came in here to be polite to you and apologize for acting like a complete jackass towards you, and all you can do is patronize me?"
"I'm surprised you even know what that means." She said dryly, still not bothering to be daunted by his size.
"Okay fine, I don't have to take this." Triple H snapped. "I'm sorry, that's all. Now if you excuse me, I have a match."
Torrie looked up as he began walking out the room and set her book down. "Thank you Paul." She replied.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. "What?"
She smiled. "Thank you for the apology. Now good luck with your match."
{Nothing left to hide
{Nothing left to fear
{I am always here
Yay, I'm done, I finished a six-chapter story in a week. Sorry they weren't out when promised, but I've been busy! Keep watch for a new chapter to 'Girl I Left Behind' which should be up next week. Later!
*FallenAngel*