The next morning, Darelle woke up feeling really bad. She had abandoned her
friends that were looking out for her. She rolled out of bed and hurried to
get ready. She needed to apologize to them. After washing her face and
brushing her teeth, she slipped on a black long sleeved T-Shirt and a pair
of dark blue sweatpants. She put her hair in a ponytail and put on a navy
blue baseball cap. She grabs an apple from her fruit basket and took a
bite. She had finished it when she reached the bottom of the stairs.
Suddenly, she had a queasy feeling in her stomach and rushed off to the
bathroom. Darelle lunged into a stall and barfed it all out. Her head was
hurting and after that, telling her friends her problems didn't seem so
good.
After getting cleaned up, Darelle got in her red Honda Prelude and drove off to the training center. Stephanie and Edge had an autograph signing so they were the only ones not there. Everybody else was already lifting weights and working in the ring. Darelle crept in, unnoticed and then hopped onto an exercise bike. She pedaled furiously, crazy thoughts rushing into her head.
You're fat, Darelle. David would never ever like you. You're not perfect enough. Work out more. Eat less. That's the key. Keep it up and you'll be perfect.
What the stupid thing was, that she actually listened to what her mind was telling her! After working out vigorously on the bike and stair master, she was making her way to the treadmill. While she was jogging, she stopped and stumbled. Rey and Trish who were near her, stopped with their exercises and rushed over to her.
"Darelle! Are you ok?" asked a very concerned Rey. She nodded and pushed them away.
"I'm fine. I just need some water." She replied. Trish Stratus got her a bottle of water and Darelle took a big gulp. She then gave the bottle back to Trish and continued to walk to the treadmill. Rey and Trish watched her, talking.
Trish sighed and looked at the unhealthy girl, trying to get the treadmill to go faster. "Rey, I'm so worried. I mean, she hasn't been right for the past few days. I wonder what's up with her! I haven't seen her touch food often and she's always on those cardio machines. Have you seen her pick up a weight?" Rey shook his head in disgrace as Trish continued. "See what I mean?"
"Yeah, I got ya. Maybe she needs some guidance. I'll try to help her out." He replied.
"Ok, thanks Rey."
"No problem." Rey Mysterio Jr. then walked over to Darelle who was trying to keep up with the speed of the treadmill. She was panting already and the machine had only been on for three minutes. Rey saw the speed and pressed the down button.
"Whoa! You need to slow down or you'll tire yourself out!" He exclaimed. She was dripping with sweat and looked at him.
"I can handle it." She lied.
"Um, no you can't. If you could handle it.then you wouldn't be sweating like a dog and you wouldn't be panting like one either. Get off that thing and come with me." Rey walked a few steps and looked back. Darelle sighed and shut off the treadmill. She hopped off, wiping her forehead with a white cloth. She followed Rey over to the ring and slid in. Rey stood in front of her and spoke, "I'm going to teach you a few luchadore moves. Want to try the West Coast Pop?"
Darelle's eyes lit up when she heard Rey say the words, "West Coat Pop". "Are you serious?!" asked an amazed Darelle. He nodded,
"Yeah, sure. It's fun." Replied Rey. He began to explain to her what to do when her eyes drifted off to David Flair, talking with the Hardy Boyz, while lifting weights. She wasn't ready when Rey jumped from the top rope and executed the West Coast Pop on her. She was stunned for a minute and then got up.
"Sorry about that. I couldn't get your attention." He apologized.
"It's alright. I don't think that I could learn this move anyways." She said.
"Yes you can! I taught Torrie it! It took her awhile too. You'll get the hang of it. Now listen to me." Rey continued to explain as Darelle actually paid some attention to him this time.
Now, it was time for Darelle to give it a shot. She climbed to the top turnbuckle and walked over onto the ropes. She put her arms out to balance but then threw them in accidentally and fell over.
After getting cleaned up, Darelle got in her red Honda Prelude and drove off to the training center. Stephanie and Edge had an autograph signing so they were the only ones not there. Everybody else was already lifting weights and working in the ring. Darelle crept in, unnoticed and then hopped onto an exercise bike. She pedaled furiously, crazy thoughts rushing into her head.
You're fat, Darelle. David would never ever like you. You're not perfect enough. Work out more. Eat less. That's the key. Keep it up and you'll be perfect.
What the stupid thing was, that she actually listened to what her mind was telling her! After working out vigorously on the bike and stair master, she was making her way to the treadmill. While she was jogging, she stopped and stumbled. Rey and Trish who were near her, stopped with their exercises and rushed over to her.
"Darelle! Are you ok?" asked a very concerned Rey. She nodded and pushed them away.
"I'm fine. I just need some water." She replied. Trish Stratus got her a bottle of water and Darelle took a big gulp. She then gave the bottle back to Trish and continued to walk to the treadmill. Rey and Trish watched her, talking.
Trish sighed and looked at the unhealthy girl, trying to get the treadmill to go faster. "Rey, I'm so worried. I mean, she hasn't been right for the past few days. I wonder what's up with her! I haven't seen her touch food often and she's always on those cardio machines. Have you seen her pick up a weight?" Rey shook his head in disgrace as Trish continued. "See what I mean?"
"Yeah, I got ya. Maybe she needs some guidance. I'll try to help her out." He replied.
"Ok, thanks Rey."
"No problem." Rey Mysterio Jr. then walked over to Darelle who was trying to keep up with the speed of the treadmill. She was panting already and the machine had only been on for three minutes. Rey saw the speed and pressed the down button.
"Whoa! You need to slow down or you'll tire yourself out!" He exclaimed. She was dripping with sweat and looked at him.
"I can handle it." She lied.
"Um, no you can't. If you could handle it.then you wouldn't be sweating like a dog and you wouldn't be panting like one either. Get off that thing and come with me." Rey walked a few steps and looked back. Darelle sighed and shut off the treadmill. She hopped off, wiping her forehead with a white cloth. She followed Rey over to the ring and slid in. Rey stood in front of her and spoke, "I'm going to teach you a few luchadore moves. Want to try the West Coast Pop?"
Darelle's eyes lit up when she heard Rey say the words, "West Coat Pop". "Are you serious?!" asked an amazed Darelle. He nodded,
"Yeah, sure. It's fun." Replied Rey. He began to explain to her what to do when her eyes drifted off to David Flair, talking with the Hardy Boyz, while lifting weights. She wasn't ready when Rey jumped from the top rope and executed the West Coast Pop on her. She was stunned for a minute and then got up.
"Sorry about that. I couldn't get your attention." He apologized.
"It's alright. I don't think that I could learn this move anyways." She said.
"Yes you can! I taught Torrie it! It took her awhile too. You'll get the hang of it. Now listen to me." Rey continued to explain as Darelle actually paid some attention to him this time.
Now, it was time for Darelle to give it a shot. She climbed to the top turnbuckle and walked over onto the ropes. She put her arms out to balance but then threw them in accidentally and fell over.