Disclaimer: Okay, I actually find this quite pointless coz I don't think that anyone here owns any of the wrestlers, but since it's required, what can I do? Anyway, I don't own any of the wrestlers here, I only own Farrah, that's it, thank you.
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Author: I really hope that you'll like this chapter because I certainly enjoyed writing it.
*snickers* I tried to make it as interesting as possible.
So hope you guys would like this as well.
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One week later…
"Oh my God. What am I doing here with this freak?" Farrah said with her elbows on her knees and hands on her face.
"Woooohoooo!!! Go Kane! Yeah! Kick his ass!! Yeah! Hit him with your chokeslam!!" Brian yelled at the top of his lungs.
There they were, Farrah and her brother Brian for RAW, 2nd row, ringside, great seats. But unfortunately for Farrah, they were quite humiliating seats.
"This would've been great if my freak of a brother would just shut-up, sit down and stop posing for the camera." She yelled at her brother but he couldn't hear her because of the loud roar of the other raving WWE fans.
Finally, the match was over.
Once more, unfortunately for Farrah, the next
and final match pitted RVD against, yes, Brian's favorite of them all, Triple H.
"Triple H." She thought to herself.
"How come he seems so familiar to me, I've seen him before but…" Her mind trailed off.
Then it hit her, she had totally forgotten all about it, all about their meeting.
Rob Van Dam came out as usual with his thumbs pointing to him with the RVD chant surrounding the whole arena.
Then "HE" came out, his huge physique sort of surprised Farrah.
Of course it would surprise her, he was wearing only a spandex and boots bringing a bottle of water, compared to when she had met him, he was completely clothed with a sweater and all.
She didn't imagine him being so muscular. She thought that he just had too much clothing on, that's why he looked cumbersome.
She then shook her head and looked away.
"Oh no! Here he goes again!" Farrah said, a headache about to come.
"Aaaaahhh!" Brian, screaming like a girl. "I can't believe that I'm here, I'm right here with my idol, in the same building as he is!!!!!" Brian screamed once more, sounding like a fangirl.
The match began, starting off a bit slow, then speed suddenly picks up.
And as usual, Brian hasn't stopped screaming. He has already finished almost 8 out of the 20 rolls of film that they had brought with them.
Farrah had asked him before the show, why he had brought 20 rolls of film, he answered: "Duh. The first 8 films are for the other matches and the rest are for Triple H. Even as an adult, he acts very immature.
"I forgot. Why'd you bring me along here again?" Farrah asked Brian with a tired expression.
"Isn't it obvious? I brought you here for you to be my chaperone. You're older than me remember?" Brian answered.
"Yah. I'm older than you by 2 years, remember? So how does that make me a chaperone?" Farrah asked trying to test him.
"Coz…coz… you just are okay, well at least for today." Brian answered her once again.
"Oh, and by the way, I forgot to tell you, I have VIP passes as well." Brian said eating his potato chips, not looking at her and concentrating on the match.
"WHAT?! Brian! I just want to get this show over with so that I can go home and rest.
I've got this splitting headache now because of you and your screaming!" Farrah yelled back at him.
Some of the people looked at them and wondered what was going on but Farrah didn't care. All she wanted to do right now was just to strangle her damn brother.
At last, Fifteen minutes later, the match was over.
They both waited for people to clear up before they headed to the VIP section.
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Author: I really hope that you'll like this chapter because I certainly enjoyed writing it.
*snickers* I tried to make it as interesting as possible.
So hope you guys would like this as well.
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One week later…
"Oh my God. What am I doing here with this freak?" Farrah said with her elbows on her knees and hands on her face.
"Woooohoooo!!! Go Kane! Yeah! Kick his ass!! Yeah! Hit him with your chokeslam!!" Brian yelled at the top of his lungs.
There they were, Farrah and her brother Brian for RAW, 2nd row, ringside, great seats. But unfortunately for Farrah, they were quite humiliating seats.
"This would've been great if my freak of a brother would just shut-up, sit down and stop posing for the camera." She yelled at her brother but he couldn't hear her because of the loud roar of the other raving WWE fans.
Finally, the match was over.
Once more, unfortunately for Farrah, the next
and final match pitted RVD against, yes, Brian's favorite of them all, Triple H.
"Triple H." She thought to herself.
"How come he seems so familiar to me, I've seen him before but…" Her mind trailed off.
Then it hit her, she had totally forgotten all about it, all about their meeting.
Rob Van Dam came out as usual with his thumbs pointing to him with the RVD chant surrounding the whole arena.
Then "HE" came out, his huge physique sort of surprised Farrah.
Of course it would surprise her, he was wearing only a spandex and boots bringing a bottle of water, compared to when she had met him, he was completely clothed with a sweater and all.
She didn't imagine him being so muscular. She thought that he just had too much clothing on, that's why he looked cumbersome.
She then shook her head and looked away.
"Oh no! Here he goes again!" Farrah said, a headache about to come.
"Aaaaahhh!" Brian, screaming like a girl. "I can't believe that I'm here, I'm right here with my idol, in the same building as he is!!!!!" Brian screamed once more, sounding like a fangirl.
The match began, starting off a bit slow, then speed suddenly picks up.
And as usual, Brian hasn't stopped screaming. He has already finished almost 8 out of the 20 rolls of film that they had brought with them.
Farrah had asked him before the show, why he had brought 20 rolls of film, he answered: "Duh. The first 8 films are for the other matches and the rest are for Triple H. Even as an adult, he acts very immature.
"I forgot. Why'd you bring me along here again?" Farrah asked Brian with a tired expression.
"Isn't it obvious? I brought you here for you to be my chaperone. You're older than me remember?" Brian answered.
"Yah. I'm older than you by 2 years, remember? So how does that make me a chaperone?" Farrah asked trying to test him.
"Coz…coz… you just are okay, well at least for today." Brian answered her once again.
"Oh, and by the way, I forgot to tell you, I have VIP passes as well." Brian said eating his potato chips, not looking at her and concentrating on the match.
"WHAT?! Brian! I just want to get this show over with so that I can go home and rest.
I've got this splitting headache now because of you and your screaming!" Farrah yelled back at him.
Some of the people looked at them and wondered what was going on but Farrah didn't care. All she wanted to do right now was just to strangle her damn brother.
At last, Fifteen minutes later, the match was over.
They both waited for people to clear up before they headed to the VIP section.