Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Thank you for the reviews. I'm glad that there is finally a Sean O'haire story, and I'm very fortunate that I was the first one to bring it to you. As for what I own and all of that, did you read the first chapter??? Sorry if the last chapter was sorta lame, but I promise that I'll try to liven it up. Anyway,....on with the story!!!
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"OVW??? What in the hell do you mean OVW???"
"Vince said that I needed to polish your skills, what fucking nerve! "
"Why?? Half of that roster needs to go there, why single you out?"
"I don't know! Mark is acting like he couldn't job to me. I needed the push, but, he wanted to be a bitch about it. Fuck it."
Basically, what just happened was that Mark, also known as the Undertaker, had complained about losing to Sean for the sake of a storyline. So, as a result of "Backstage Politics", Sean was being sent to OVW!!! I don't think that is fair. That means that he's going to Ohio, we can't see each other as often (He has a house Upstate New York) and on top of that, we can't see each other!!!! So, being the person that I am, I tried to be the voice of reason. "Is there a way out of this, Sean?"
"Yeah. Start some shit with the boys in the back"
"I don't think you should do that. Just suggest another storyline, without Mark."
"I'll try to talk to Bruce about it. Other than that, I'm fucked!"
We tried other options for hours. The more we talked about it, the more pissed he got. Moral of that story is, we stopped talking about it, and just enjoyed eachother's company until he left to catch his plane to Australia.
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About a month later, Sean was in Ohio Valley Wrestling. Yes, I know. The plan didn't work. Anyway, he ended up selling his upstate home, and practically moved into mine. I didn't mind, until I saw all the shit he brought in here. I had to convert my basement into a gym, which was fine by me, but I had to get rid of my Fashion Room, which is a room with nothing but my clothes. We called each other everyday, we always ended on a good note. When he had time, he came home and we did our thing. I saw Sean sometimes during his stint with them when I caught a flight out there.
This one particular time, I was going to England to do a shoot of Ambercrombie and Fitch, and I didn't know when that was gonna wrap up. I wish I didn't even bother. I took time out of my busy schedule to see his ass. I sat through that crap, and asked to go backstage, where I was greeted by his buddy, Mark Jindrak. Mark took me to his locker room, which he was sharing with John Cena (Yum factor of 99) and Sean. I did not expect to see what was on the other side of that door. When I opened that door, there was some skanky, trashy bitch wrapped up all over my man!!!!!! Oh, hell no! This is not happening!!!!! I was so pissed, I just cleared my thoat and yelled. "What the fuck??"
At this point in time, everything just went so slowly. He was just sitting there, like "Holy shit, she knows now!!! Oh well."
"Sean??? can I speak to you???" Then this stupid broad had the nerve to get up, kiss him and walk towards me. The pissed off factor was at about 90
"Who are you??"
"None of your business. I wanted Sean. Unless you are packing wood, get the fuck out of my face!"
"He's my man. what do you want with him, bitch?!"
Ok. People, by this time, the P.O. factor passed 100. It took everything in me to keep from pounding her into the ground
"Sean. Can I speak to you? Not this bitch who obviously got a bad boob job." Sean was speechless. He just got up, moved the chick out of the way, and came to hug me. "Hi, baby!"
"don't baby me. who's that whore??"
"Huh??"
"Now, you're playing fucking stupid??? WHO'S THE BITCH???? tell me now, or I'll beat it out of her!"
" What the fuck. You're overreacting, Donnielle."
"You got some bitch on you likean extra shirt, and I'm overreacting?? Fuck you!"
"What are you saying then???"
"Anything you want to say. It's painfully obvious that you don't love me as much as you claimed you did. If you did, you wouldn't be with this bitch!"
"You need to stop this. we can talk about this. she means nothingh to me. She's just a groupie, you know that"
"Well, for a groupie, you two were mighty fucking close. Sean, I'll see you when I see you. I'm done with this"
Then, this chick looked at me and laughed. "Ah Ha! He chose me!! He chose m-...."
BOOM! I decked her. She hit the floor mighty hard, and this asshole had the nerve to run by her side. what nerve. I started to leave
"Donniele??"
"Sean. I'm done with this. " I ran out of the locker room, into the parking lot, where I was fumbling for the kets to my rental. He comes running behind me. "Donnie?? I'm sorry. I know that looks bad. It was nothing, I friggin' swear."
"Whatever. Like I said, I'm done with this. You, this shit, all of this! I can't believe you did this to me, after you said that you wouldn't. You bastard!"
"Whoa! You want this to be over???"
"Why not??? You already started the process. Go ahead and fuck her!"
"You don't want that."
"Sean. I'm hurt right now. Let's just end this right here, so we won't say anything that will trigger off bad words" I started crying. I was standing there, ending it all. i loved him that much, and he violated!! "Go then! Fuck you!"
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Whew! It was all a bad dream! I woke up in the coldest sweat. Sean popped up and reached over to hold me
"Are you ok?"
"You almost got slugged!"
"Damn, I'm even in your dreams. I'm good."
"You still need practice."
"Did I need practice an hour ago when you were screaming my name?"
"Fuck you"
"Maybe later." We were in the Marriott Hotel, not too far from where OVW had their card. That groupie dream was scary as hell. It was almost time to catch my flight to London for the shoot, So we decided to get in the shower, so he can drive me to the airport. When we got there, I had to get right on the plane, since we got there just in time.
"Are you gonna be ok?"
"Yeah. You're going home this week??"
"Yep. I have time off. I'm going to miss you."
"Don't turn my house to a brothel"
"Damn! I gotta call Jindrak and Chris and tell them to call off the strippers"
"Whatever. you know I'll beat you down."
"You already beat me off. What's the difference???"
"You're so wrong. Anyway, I gotta go, babe"
We kissed each other and he watched me board the plane. The plane took off, and I was missing him already. I kept thinking about that dream. I hoped that it wasn't a sign of what was to come.
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Sorry for the scanning people, but I'm trying to get to the point of this story. Now, we're in this about 7 months later, making this the 1 year anniversary that I met Sean. Also at this time, Gabby and Chris's wedding was about 2 weeks away. We're all going crazy. Dresses, flowers, Bachelorette parties!!! yes!! Strippers wall to wall!!!!!! As the planning was going on, I was starting to wander off and think about Sean. I just loved him so much, and it was a long time that I have been this happy. We now have a puppy. A Golden Retriver that he bought me for Christmas. We named him Rico. For all you guys out there: figure out why we named him Rico................. Anyway, Sean was back with the WWE. He developed a number of injuries. His groin, his shoulder, and the knee. I was there for all of that. There were times he would push me away, but I was still there, just in another room. he's a real bitch when he's injured. So, we took some time off from each other. He rented an apartment on the other side of town where I was, and I was home alone again. We just needed time apart for a while. We're still together, I hope. Gabby noticed I was on Planet O'Haire, so she snapped me out of it. "Donnie!!!"
"What??? I drifted off again?"
"Uh...Yeah! Why don't you call him?"
"I'm giving him his space, Gabbs"
"And it's killing you. The both of you. He keeps yapping about you to Chris. Just call him, girl."
"How do you and Chris do it??"
"Simple. We went through the same damn thing. We just developed an understanding over time. The problem with you and Sean is....You both just get all pissed off and walk away. You can't do that if you love each other."
"Gabby, it's not that simple. He kept pushing me away. I wanted to be there, but-.."
"You had your shoot to go to, and the both of you couldn't find common ground."
"Exactly. What do I need to do?"
"First things first. Are you two broken up???"
"No, I don't think so. We just needed time apart for a while, I thought I explained all of that"
"Duh! Just call him, Donnie."
"But, Gabby?"
"CALL HIM, STUPID!!!" She can be so cruel at times. so, on my cell phone, I gave him a call. When the phone picked up, a girl answered. "Hello?"
"Hi. Is Sean there??"
"Sorry. He's busy right now. can I take a message??"
"Um...nah. That's ok."
"Is this donnielle?"
"Yeah. Who are you??"
"This is Candace. I heard so much about you. "
"Ok.........Are you his girlfriend??"
"Well....I think you and Sean need to talk about that. I don't want to be caught in the middle of this."
"I understand. Just tell him to call me. Thank you."
"I sure will."
Click I can't believe this. He has another girlfriend. I'm lost. I didn't know we broke up. I can't believe that he did this. I just turned to Gabby.
"Donnie?? What's the matter?? Donnie????"
I couldn't help but cry as I closed the phone. I was really hurt. This was no dream. I wish it was, though. I could just pop up and he could hold me. I needed to be held right now. Any problem I had, he was there. Now, he's the problem.
"Donnie?? Oh no. Poor baby. Was that another girl??? I'm so sorry if it was."
The tears were endless. We were over. Just like that. No words, nothing. Just....over. I felt that *Nsync song in my head start to play that one part:
"But the truth .....re...mains,...you're....Gone! "
Is it the end????? Are We Gonna Get Through This????? Find Out Next Chapter
Disclaimer: Thank you for the reviews. I'm glad that there is finally a Sean O'haire story, and I'm very fortunate that I was the first one to bring it to you. As for what I own and all of that, did you read the first chapter??? Sorry if the last chapter was sorta lame, but I promise that I'll try to liven it up. Anyway,....on with the story!!!
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"OVW??? What in the hell do you mean OVW???"
"Vince said that I needed to polish your skills, what fucking nerve! "
"Why?? Half of that roster needs to go there, why single you out?"
"I don't know! Mark is acting like he couldn't job to me. I needed the push, but, he wanted to be a bitch about it. Fuck it."
Basically, what just happened was that Mark, also known as the Undertaker, had complained about losing to Sean for the sake of a storyline. So, as a result of "Backstage Politics", Sean was being sent to OVW!!! I don't think that is fair. That means that he's going to Ohio, we can't see each other as often (He has a house Upstate New York) and on top of that, we can't see each other!!!! So, being the person that I am, I tried to be the voice of reason. "Is there a way out of this, Sean?"
"Yeah. Start some shit with the boys in the back"
"I don't think you should do that. Just suggest another storyline, without Mark."
"I'll try to talk to Bruce about it. Other than that, I'm fucked!"
We tried other options for hours. The more we talked about it, the more pissed he got. Moral of that story is, we stopped talking about it, and just enjoyed eachother's company until he left to catch his plane to Australia.
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About a month later, Sean was in Ohio Valley Wrestling. Yes, I know. The plan didn't work. Anyway, he ended up selling his upstate home, and practically moved into mine. I didn't mind, until I saw all the shit he brought in here. I had to convert my basement into a gym, which was fine by me, but I had to get rid of my Fashion Room, which is a room with nothing but my clothes. We called each other everyday, we always ended on a good note. When he had time, he came home and we did our thing. I saw Sean sometimes during his stint with them when I caught a flight out there.
This one particular time, I was going to England to do a shoot of Ambercrombie and Fitch, and I didn't know when that was gonna wrap up. I wish I didn't even bother. I took time out of my busy schedule to see his ass. I sat through that crap, and asked to go backstage, where I was greeted by his buddy, Mark Jindrak. Mark took me to his locker room, which he was sharing with John Cena (Yum factor of 99) and Sean. I did not expect to see what was on the other side of that door. When I opened that door, there was some skanky, trashy bitch wrapped up all over my man!!!!!! Oh, hell no! This is not happening!!!!! I was so pissed, I just cleared my thoat and yelled. "What the fuck??"
At this point in time, everything just went so slowly. He was just sitting there, like "Holy shit, she knows now!!! Oh well."
"Sean??? can I speak to you???" Then this stupid broad had the nerve to get up, kiss him and walk towards me. The pissed off factor was at about 90
"Who are you??"
"None of your business. I wanted Sean. Unless you are packing wood, get the fuck out of my face!"
"He's my man. what do you want with him, bitch?!"
Ok. People, by this time, the P.O. factor passed 100. It took everything in me to keep from pounding her into the ground
"Sean. Can I speak to you? Not this bitch who obviously got a bad boob job." Sean was speechless. He just got up, moved the chick out of the way, and came to hug me. "Hi, baby!"
"don't baby me. who's that whore??"
"Huh??"
"Now, you're playing fucking stupid??? WHO'S THE BITCH???? tell me now, or I'll beat it out of her!"
" What the fuck. You're overreacting, Donnielle."
"You got some bitch on you likean extra shirt, and I'm overreacting?? Fuck you!"
"What are you saying then???"
"Anything you want to say. It's painfully obvious that you don't love me as much as you claimed you did. If you did, you wouldn't be with this bitch!"
"You need to stop this. we can talk about this. she means nothingh to me. She's just a groupie, you know that"
"Well, for a groupie, you two were mighty fucking close. Sean, I'll see you when I see you. I'm done with this"
Then, this chick looked at me and laughed. "Ah Ha! He chose me!! He chose m-...."
BOOM! I decked her. She hit the floor mighty hard, and this asshole had the nerve to run by her side. what nerve. I started to leave
"Donniele??"
"Sean. I'm done with this. " I ran out of the locker room, into the parking lot, where I was fumbling for the kets to my rental. He comes running behind me. "Donnie?? I'm sorry. I know that looks bad. It was nothing, I friggin' swear."
"Whatever. Like I said, I'm done with this. You, this shit, all of this! I can't believe you did this to me, after you said that you wouldn't. You bastard!"
"Whoa! You want this to be over???"
"Why not??? You already started the process. Go ahead and fuck her!"
"You don't want that."
"Sean. I'm hurt right now. Let's just end this right here, so we won't say anything that will trigger off bad words" I started crying. I was standing there, ending it all. i loved him that much, and he violated!! "Go then! Fuck you!"
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Whew! It was all a bad dream! I woke up in the coldest sweat. Sean popped up and reached over to hold me
"Are you ok?"
"You almost got slugged!"
"Damn, I'm even in your dreams. I'm good."
"You still need practice."
"Did I need practice an hour ago when you were screaming my name?"
"Fuck you"
"Maybe later." We were in the Marriott Hotel, not too far from where OVW had their card. That groupie dream was scary as hell. It was almost time to catch my flight to London for the shoot, So we decided to get in the shower, so he can drive me to the airport. When we got there, I had to get right on the plane, since we got there just in time.
"Are you gonna be ok?"
"Yeah. You're going home this week??"
"Yep. I have time off. I'm going to miss you."
"Don't turn my house to a brothel"
"Damn! I gotta call Jindrak and Chris and tell them to call off the strippers"
"Whatever. you know I'll beat you down."
"You already beat me off. What's the difference???"
"You're so wrong. Anyway, I gotta go, babe"
We kissed each other and he watched me board the plane. The plane took off, and I was missing him already. I kept thinking about that dream. I hoped that it wasn't a sign of what was to come.
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Sorry for the scanning people, but I'm trying to get to the point of this story. Now, we're in this about 7 months later, making this the 1 year anniversary that I met Sean. Also at this time, Gabby and Chris's wedding was about 2 weeks away. We're all going crazy. Dresses, flowers, Bachelorette parties!!! yes!! Strippers wall to wall!!!!!! As the planning was going on, I was starting to wander off and think about Sean. I just loved him so much, and it was a long time that I have been this happy. We now have a puppy. A Golden Retriver that he bought me for Christmas. We named him Rico. For all you guys out there: figure out why we named him Rico................. Anyway, Sean was back with the WWE. He developed a number of injuries. His groin, his shoulder, and the knee. I was there for all of that. There were times he would push me away, but I was still there, just in another room. he's a real bitch when he's injured. So, we took some time off from each other. He rented an apartment on the other side of town where I was, and I was home alone again. We just needed time apart for a while. We're still together, I hope. Gabby noticed I was on Planet O'Haire, so she snapped me out of it. "Donnie!!!"
"What??? I drifted off again?"
"Uh...Yeah! Why don't you call him?"
"I'm giving him his space, Gabbs"
"And it's killing you. The both of you. He keeps yapping about you to Chris. Just call him, girl."
"How do you and Chris do it??"
"Simple. We went through the same damn thing. We just developed an understanding over time. The problem with you and Sean is....You both just get all pissed off and walk away. You can't do that if you love each other."
"Gabby, it's not that simple. He kept pushing me away. I wanted to be there, but-.."
"You had your shoot to go to, and the both of you couldn't find common ground."
"Exactly. What do I need to do?"
"First things first. Are you two broken up???"
"No, I don't think so. We just needed time apart for a while, I thought I explained all of that"
"Duh! Just call him, Donnie."
"But, Gabby?"
"CALL HIM, STUPID!!!" She can be so cruel at times. so, on my cell phone, I gave him a call. When the phone picked up, a girl answered. "Hello?"
"Hi. Is Sean there??"
"Sorry. He's busy right now. can I take a message??"
"Um...nah. That's ok."
"Is this donnielle?"
"Yeah. Who are you??"
"This is Candace. I heard so much about you. "
"Ok.........Are you his girlfriend??"
"Well....I think you and Sean need to talk about that. I don't want to be caught in the middle of this."
"I understand. Just tell him to call me. Thank you."
"I sure will."
Click I can't believe this. He has another girlfriend. I'm lost. I didn't know we broke up. I can't believe that he did this. I just turned to Gabby.
"Donnie?? What's the matter?? Donnie????"
I couldn't help but cry as I closed the phone. I was really hurt. This was no dream. I wish it was, though. I could just pop up and he could hold me. I needed to be held right now. Any problem I had, he was there. Now, he's the problem.
"Donnie?? Oh no. Poor baby. Was that another girl??? I'm so sorry if it was."
The tears were endless. We were over. Just like that. No words, nothing. Just....over. I felt that *Nsync song in my head start to play that one part:
"But the truth .....re...mains,...you're....Gone! "
Is it the end????? Are We Gonna Get Through This????? Find Out Next Chapter