"We're late, hurry up!" I could hear Edge calling to Christian. We were
scheduled for a non-televised live show. I groaned and rolled on my stomach
to check my watch. I realized that it was already past 9:30 and we were
supposed to leave at 10.
"Great, I hope Benoit comes up with a good plan." I sighed and that's when I got a knock on my door. I opened it to greet Chris. "Hey, what's up?" My voice cracked the greeting.
"Ok, I have the plan all set out. It has to work and nothing can fall astray or the whole plan will fall." He replied. "Now, here's what we're gonna do. There's this think going on called silence or something and it's where you take an oath of silence for the day to remember, uh, I forget what, some war or something. But any who, Vince catches you in the act when you sign at a fake petition stand being run by one of my friends I know here. Then later on tonight, I go tell him that you took the oath of silence and can't talk. Not on stage and not backstage."
"Wow, it seems a little complicated, but I think it might work." I thought.
"Might? It's a sure winner. I saw the same trick pulled off before." Chris assured. I got word that Vince would be going over to a local McDonald's to have a coffee and sausage muffin. The petition booth would be posted there and I was waiting with Benoit's friend. Vince walked in and that's when I began to sign the phony form. When Vince walked out, I could tell that he was looking at me and at the explanation.
"Hey, that sounds fun, mind if I join in?" He asked and the man and I turned to him. This wasn't expected, what would we do now?
"Sorry sir, that was my last form." The man said. Vince shrugged and walked away. The two of us sighed and turned to each other. "Whew, that was a close one, no?"
"Yea, really. Thanks man." I laughed with a slight grin. I helped him clean up and throw the stuff out in a local dump bin behind the fast food joint.
"Hey man, you should really see a doctor about that." The man added before driving away. I gave him a forced grin and got in the taxi to go back to the hotel. I met Benoit in the elevator and we nodded.
"So far so good?" He asked and I nodded yes. "You know, it's fake, you can talk."
"I know, I was merely trying to save my voice." I smirked and he chuckled. At lunch, we didn't dare explain our plot to any of our friends so we kept the petition story going. It was time for Benoit's move. He approached Vince when he was going to refill his soda.
"Vince?" He called and Vince turned to him with a smile. "I just wanted to let you know that Chris can't talk today."
"Oh I already know, I saw him at a petition booth of some kind." Vince replied. "I understand. I guess it must be a local think for just Florida."
"Maybe." Beniot shrugged. Vince nodded and went back to his table. "Whew. It worked." After lunch, Vince went back to his room when he came across The Rock in the elevator.
"Hey Rocky." He called.
"Hi Vince!" He waved and held the door for him so he wouldn't have to wait for the next time. "What's up?"
"Oh nothing, just want to see how you are." He said. "Hey, I do have one question. You guys have homes here too right? Have you ever seen any petitions for a day of silence in remembrance of the Persian Gulf war?"
"Possibly, I wouldn't know." Rock shrugged. "We've been on the road after all."
"Yea, that's true, you probably didn't even live here during the war." Vince nodded. "Well, thanks guys. Just wondering off the top of my head." The elevator opened and he left. That night, I was one of the last to come to the arena, even after Stephanie who was usually last. But I still was feeling a little uneasy. What if my voice got worse tomorrow, the petition would be useless unless Benoit worked something into our plan. Vince came up to me. "Hey Chris." I grinned to say hello. "I understand about the petition thing, that's very noble of you. I don't have you doing any promos tonight so you can relax." I nodded with a smile. "By the way, you're in a match tonight with The Big Show." He said and walked off. I sighed and went to gear up. My match was in the middle of the program so I had some time to plan the match out in my head and relax. It was hard. I couldn't put him in the Walls of Jericho and the process agitated my voice. Then when I went for a lionsault I had to do a recovery and land on my feet, so I couldn't cough this time. Then it was time for the finale. Big Show grabbed me by the neck when I went for a spear off the ropes, and that really hurt. He slammed me to the mat and picked up the victory. I cried out but couldn't remember a thing after that. From what Benoit told me, I had been knocked out and when the trainer, Dan, was looking me over he found out that I was sick and I woke up in the hospital with Chris, Rob and Hunter talking to a nurse. This was a horrible nightmare come true.
"What am I doing here?" I demanded and my cracked voice caught there attention. I sat up to find I was still in my regular cloths, fortunately. I began to tear off the cords connected to me and jumped out of bed. I was a little dizzy since they knocked me out with something.
"Take it easy tiger!" Chris called and ran over to help me stand up. He put me down.
"Benoit!" I complained. "I'm fine, why did you do this?"
"It wasn't up to me it was up to Vince. I'm sorry." He said. Rob, Hunter and the nurse eventually came up.
"I'm sorry Chris, but this is for your own good." RVD sighed.
"We don't know how long you'll have to be staying here." Triple H added.
"And from the info we have, it looks like it might be for quite a long time." The nurse added.
"But what about the match?" I asked, my voice shivering. The trio was shooed out of the room and would have to wait for visiting hours, which weren't until tomorrow morning starting at 8. I was going to be left alone, in a hospital with a bunch of doctors. Yep, it's sure good to be back here in Florida...
"Great, I hope Benoit comes up with a good plan." I sighed and that's when I got a knock on my door. I opened it to greet Chris. "Hey, what's up?" My voice cracked the greeting.
"Ok, I have the plan all set out. It has to work and nothing can fall astray or the whole plan will fall." He replied. "Now, here's what we're gonna do. There's this think going on called silence or something and it's where you take an oath of silence for the day to remember, uh, I forget what, some war or something. But any who, Vince catches you in the act when you sign at a fake petition stand being run by one of my friends I know here. Then later on tonight, I go tell him that you took the oath of silence and can't talk. Not on stage and not backstage."
"Wow, it seems a little complicated, but I think it might work." I thought.
"Might? It's a sure winner. I saw the same trick pulled off before." Chris assured. I got word that Vince would be going over to a local McDonald's to have a coffee and sausage muffin. The petition booth would be posted there and I was waiting with Benoit's friend. Vince walked in and that's when I began to sign the phony form. When Vince walked out, I could tell that he was looking at me and at the explanation.
"Hey, that sounds fun, mind if I join in?" He asked and the man and I turned to him. This wasn't expected, what would we do now?
"Sorry sir, that was my last form." The man said. Vince shrugged and walked away. The two of us sighed and turned to each other. "Whew, that was a close one, no?"
"Yea, really. Thanks man." I laughed with a slight grin. I helped him clean up and throw the stuff out in a local dump bin behind the fast food joint.
"Hey man, you should really see a doctor about that." The man added before driving away. I gave him a forced grin and got in the taxi to go back to the hotel. I met Benoit in the elevator and we nodded.
"So far so good?" He asked and I nodded yes. "You know, it's fake, you can talk."
"I know, I was merely trying to save my voice." I smirked and he chuckled. At lunch, we didn't dare explain our plot to any of our friends so we kept the petition story going. It was time for Benoit's move. He approached Vince when he was going to refill his soda.
"Vince?" He called and Vince turned to him with a smile. "I just wanted to let you know that Chris can't talk today."
"Oh I already know, I saw him at a petition booth of some kind." Vince replied. "I understand. I guess it must be a local think for just Florida."
"Maybe." Beniot shrugged. Vince nodded and went back to his table. "Whew. It worked." After lunch, Vince went back to his room when he came across The Rock in the elevator.
"Hey Rocky." He called.
"Hi Vince!" He waved and held the door for him so he wouldn't have to wait for the next time. "What's up?"
"Oh nothing, just want to see how you are." He said. "Hey, I do have one question. You guys have homes here too right? Have you ever seen any petitions for a day of silence in remembrance of the Persian Gulf war?"
"Possibly, I wouldn't know." Rock shrugged. "We've been on the road after all."
"Yea, that's true, you probably didn't even live here during the war." Vince nodded. "Well, thanks guys. Just wondering off the top of my head." The elevator opened and he left. That night, I was one of the last to come to the arena, even after Stephanie who was usually last. But I still was feeling a little uneasy. What if my voice got worse tomorrow, the petition would be useless unless Benoit worked something into our plan. Vince came up to me. "Hey Chris." I grinned to say hello. "I understand about the petition thing, that's very noble of you. I don't have you doing any promos tonight so you can relax." I nodded with a smile. "By the way, you're in a match tonight with The Big Show." He said and walked off. I sighed and went to gear up. My match was in the middle of the program so I had some time to plan the match out in my head and relax. It was hard. I couldn't put him in the Walls of Jericho and the process agitated my voice. Then when I went for a lionsault I had to do a recovery and land on my feet, so I couldn't cough this time. Then it was time for the finale. Big Show grabbed me by the neck when I went for a spear off the ropes, and that really hurt. He slammed me to the mat and picked up the victory. I cried out but couldn't remember a thing after that. From what Benoit told me, I had been knocked out and when the trainer, Dan, was looking me over he found out that I was sick and I woke up in the hospital with Chris, Rob and Hunter talking to a nurse. This was a horrible nightmare come true.
"What am I doing here?" I demanded and my cracked voice caught there attention. I sat up to find I was still in my regular cloths, fortunately. I began to tear off the cords connected to me and jumped out of bed. I was a little dizzy since they knocked me out with something.
"Take it easy tiger!" Chris called and ran over to help me stand up. He put me down.
"Benoit!" I complained. "I'm fine, why did you do this?"
"It wasn't up to me it was up to Vince. I'm sorry." He said. Rob, Hunter and the nurse eventually came up.
"I'm sorry Chris, but this is for your own good." RVD sighed.
"We don't know how long you'll have to be staying here." Triple H added.
"And from the info we have, it looks like it might be for quite a long time." The nurse added.
"But what about the match?" I asked, my voice shivering. The trio was shooed out of the room and would have to wait for visiting hours, which weren't until tomorrow morning starting at 8. I was going to be left alone, in a hospital with a bunch of doctors. Yep, it's sure good to be back here in Florida...