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.
Startled a bit, she turned to see who it was. It was him, the guy at the coffee shop, Pa-Paul…?
She had forgotten his last name.
"I really can't believe it, it's really you Triple H, The Game, Mr. Paul Levesque!" Brian said surprised and with wide eyes Paul shook his hand.
"Yep buddy. Hey easy with that mister alright, just call me Paul, backstage that is." He replied with a huge smile.
"Okay then…Paul, um could you please sign these for me?" Brian asked shyly as he dumped the pile of WWE merchandise in front of him.
"Sorry if there's quite a lot though." Brian said with a grin.
"No prob, you're not the worst one you know." Paul answered.
"Damnit, I knew I should've brought more stuff." Brian said disappointed. Paul sniggered at his remark.
"Hey what's your name by the way? So that I can sign these."
"Brian Michaels sir, I mean Paul." Brian answered.
Farrah just looked at the two of them amazed. In her mind she was thinking, 'how could he do that?', be such an asshole in the ring, and backstage he's like the sweetest guy.
She was brought back to reality when…
"Hey sis, almost done here, could you give me a hand?" Brian asked.
"I just gave you a hand a while ago." Farrah asked puzzled.
Paul looked up from what he was signing and glanced at the woman whom Brian was talking to.
He smiled, stood up and held out his hand to her. "Hey, I thought I recognized a familiar face, Farrah Michaels right or do you have a twin?" Paul asked with his usual smile.
"I'd say you have a very good memory Mr. Levesque." Farrah said shaking his hand and returning his smile.
Brian looked at them both totally confused. "Wait, you mean you've met?" Brian asked still dumbfounded. "How the hell did that happen?" "And why the hell didn't you tell me?" Brain asked looking at his sister in shock and disbelief.
"Oops, guess I might have forgotten." Farrah answered her brother with a grin. "I only remembered about it tonight." She continued.
"So you're expecting me to just take an 'oops' for an answer?" Brian asked as Farrah nodded her head and Paul looked at her debating whether to take that 'oops' for an insult or a complement.
"You kidding… sure I would!" Brian said with his best smile and the tone of having a lot of pride.
"Hey uh, listen if it's not too much of a favor to ask, would you mind just waiting for about 30 minutes more?" Paul asked them bashfully.
"What for?" Farrah asked puzzled.
"So that I can just finish up here and we could probably go get a bite to eat? That is if you don't mind?" Paul asked once again.
"I don't know…" Her voice trailed off when she saw her brother with that look of so much plead and anxiety.
"Sure." She said unsurely, she didn't know if she could even last through the night, she was ready to retire for the day.
Startled a bit, she turned to see who it was. It was him, the guy at the coffee shop, Pa-Paul…?
She had forgotten his last name.
"I really can't believe it, it's really you Triple H, The Game, Mr. Paul Levesque!" Brian said surprised and with wide eyes Paul shook his hand.
"Yep buddy. Hey easy with that mister alright, just call me Paul, backstage that is." He replied with a huge smile.
"Okay then…Paul, um could you please sign these for me?" Brian asked shyly as he dumped the pile of WWE merchandise in front of him.
"Sorry if there's quite a lot though." Brian said with a grin.
"No prob, you're not the worst one you know." Paul answered.
"Damnit, I knew I should've brought more stuff." Brian said disappointed. Paul sniggered at his remark.
"Hey what's your name by the way? So that I can sign these."
"Brian Michaels sir, I mean Paul." Brian answered.
Farrah just looked at the two of them amazed. In her mind she was thinking, 'how could he do that?', be such an asshole in the ring, and backstage he's like the sweetest guy.
She was brought back to reality when…
"Hey sis, almost done here, could you give me a hand?" Brian asked.
"I just gave you a hand a while ago." Farrah asked puzzled.
Paul looked up from what he was signing and glanced at the woman whom Brian was talking to.
He smiled, stood up and held out his hand to her. "Hey, I thought I recognized a familiar face, Farrah Michaels right or do you have a twin?" Paul asked with his usual smile.
"I'd say you have a very good memory Mr. Levesque." Farrah said shaking his hand and returning his smile.
Brian looked at them both totally confused. "Wait, you mean you've met?" Brian asked still dumbfounded. "How the hell did that happen?" "And why the hell didn't you tell me?" Brain asked looking at his sister in shock and disbelief.
"Oops, guess I might have forgotten." Farrah answered her brother with a grin. "I only remembered about it tonight." She continued.
"So you're expecting me to just take an 'oops' for an answer?" Brian asked as Farrah nodded her head and Paul looked at her debating whether to take that 'oops' for an insult or a complement.
"You kidding… sure I would!" Brian said with his best smile and the tone of having a lot of pride.
"Hey uh, listen if it's not too much of a favor to ask, would you mind just waiting for about 30 minutes more?" Paul asked them bashfully.
"What for?" Farrah asked puzzled.
"So that I can just finish up here and we could probably go get a bite to eat? That is if you don't mind?" Paul asked once again.
"I don't know…" Her voice trailed off when she saw her brother with that look of so much plead and anxiety.
"Sure." She said unsurely, she didn't know if she could even last through the night, she was ready to retire for the day.