Chapter 8
He had told her about Smackdown, asking her to go. Jessica was reluctant, but she agreed. When he had finally returned to his hotel it was after three in the morning. He was tired, but he was happy.
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"Hey Mysterio, you look awfully happy tonight!" exclaimed Kurt Angle, "Any particular reason?" Rey smiled brightly up at him, "You'll find out." Stephanie McMahon walked up beside Kurt and looked at Rey happily. "I'm glad you decided to come," she said, he gave a smile in return. "Oh, I also wanted to tell you, Jessica's mom and sister are here, they're in their seats." She gave him a suspicious look, but didn't reveal her thoughts.
"So, you're back for good then?" Billy asked, coming up behind the smaller man. "I think so," Rey sighed. "So then, does this mean you're going to put the past away?" Rey nodded. "I'm glad man," he patted his friend on the back, and headed out to his own match. "Good luck," called Stephanie, and she, too, went to tend to some business.
Rey was left alone, as Kurt had to go and get ready for his upcoming match. A slow smile spread across his face as he thought of the reaction her family and the fans would have when she came out to the ring. It would be amazing.
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He paced across the ring. Jessica said she'd come in after his match, he had already won. He had waited for more than ten minutes, telling himself he would be there. Disappointment followed by confusion set in. he slowly climbed out of the ring and gave the fans a quick wave.
"Hey, I thought you said you had a surprise-" Kurt stopped suddenly as Rey slammed his bag down on the bench in his locker room, threw everything in and left.
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Jessica was waiting in his hotel room when he got back. He glared at her. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "Don't, please. I can't listen to you making excuses. Your fucking family was there, did you know that?" She shook her head. "Yeah, well they were." He snapped throwing his clothes into his suitcase.
"Are you-" she tried, but he cut her off. "Yes, I can't stay here anymore." He zipped the bag up and walked out of the door, not looking back at her crying face. He tried not to show how much it hurt him to leave her like that.
He had told her about Smackdown, asking her to go. Jessica was reluctant, but she agreed. When he had finally returned to his hotel it was after three in the morning. He was tired, but he was happy.
* * * * * * *
"Hey Mysterio, you look awfully happy tonight!" exclaimed Kurt Angle, "Any particular reason?" Rey smiled brightly up at him, "You'll find out." Stephanie McMahon walked up beside Kurt and looked at Rey happily. "I'm glad you decided to come," she said, he gave a smile in return. "Oh, I also wanted to tell you, Jessica's mom and sister are here, they're in their seats." She gave him a suspicious look, but didn't reveal her thoughts.
"So, you're back for good then?" Billy asked, coming up behind the smaller man. "I think so," Rey sighed. "So then, does this mean you're going to put the past away?" Rey nodded. "I'm glad man," he patted his friend on the back, and headed out to his own match. "Good luck," called Stephanie, and she, too, went to tend to some business.
Rey was left alone, as Kurt had to go and get ready for his upcoming match. A slow smile spread across his face as he thought of the reaction her family and the fans would have when she came out to the ring. It would be amazing.
* * * * * * *
He paced across the ring. Jessica said she'd come in after his match, he had already won. He had waited for more than ten minutes, telling himself he would be there. Disappointment followed by confusion set in. he slowly climbed out of the ring and gave the fans a quick wave.
"Hey, I thought you said you had a surprise-" Kurt stopped suddenly as Rey slammed his bag down on the bench in his locker room, threw everything in and left.
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Jessica was waiting in his hotel room when he got back. He glared at her. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "Don't, please. I can't listen to you making excuses. Your fucking family was there, did you know that?" She shook her head. "Yeah, well they were." He snapped throwing his clothes into his suitcase.
"Are you-" she tried, but he cut her off. "Yes, I can't stay here anymore." He zipped the bag up and walked out of the door, not looking back at her crying face. He tried not to show how much it hurt him to leave her like that.