Chapter 7
Disclaimer: Read Chapter 1!!! It hasn't changed!!!! I'm Just messing with you.(insert smile here) Anyway, Sorry it took so long. I had writer's block. Without further excuses, here it is
Summerslam
I woke up very pissed off. Maybe I was on the rag??? nope! Got fired from my job? Not even! It was much worse!! It was my 26th Birthday!!!! And what a way to celebrate this....annoying phone calls, lame ass presents year after horrifying year and my personal favorite, people that I knew for years all of a suddenly forgeting my birthday. Anyway, I was just waking up. It might not be that bad this year. Besides, you still have your health, you have Gabby and Chris, and most importantly, you have Sean, who you love very much. Sean was in the shower. He invited over Mark Jindrak, Brock Lesnar, and Chris Benoit over the night before so they wouldn't have to foot a hotel bill, which was sweet by me. I had the room, why not? They were in the gym on the first floor, where I happened to overhear what they was saying. Ok, I was eavesdropping. so what? They were talking about what Sean was planning. I still had no clue what was going on. Sean was out of the shower, and went straight to the gym with the rest of the accomplices, er.....guys. I wanted to know what was going on, so I called Gabby
"Hey, girl. What's up??"
"Nothing much. How's married life?"
"Donnie, I know you. What's up?"
"Ok. What's the plan?"
"What plan?"
"You know what plan. Chris and Sean have been yaping like two broads in a laundromat. what gives?"
"I don't know. I wish Chris told me, but somehow he knew you would call here, so, he didn't tell me."
"Wanna play 'Private Eye'?"
"Nope. I'm out of this."
"C'mon, Gabbs. You're no fun."
"Can't you just wait until tonight? It's not that serious, Didi."
"You haven't called me Didi in years. I'll leave you alone."
"Thank you. You have such good sense."
"Whatever. I'll see ya tonight."
click
Totally uncool. She is so not helpful. I tried to ask one of the guys, but they totally blew me off, and they laughed. The only one who was a half sympathetic was Brock. I trapped him off in a corner in the kitchen with a wire wisk.
"I swear. I can't tell you."
"Brock. Tell me, or I will shove this up your..."
"Wait! Damn, your feisty! Sean warned me that you go to extremes. Listen. Promise me that you won't breathe a word of this...to anybody."
"Fine. What is it? There's a marble cake in it for you."
"Ok." He was breathing hard, sweating like he ran 8 miles."Listen. Sean has the main event match with Kurt, right?"
"Yeah. So?"
"So? what do you mean so? What he didn't want to tell you was that it's for the title!!!"
"I knew that."
"But you don't know the outcome of the match, plus he has a plan for afterwards, and it's gonna be great. You'll love it. That's all I am saying, promise."
"You know, for a no-neck neanderthal, you're a big pushover." and I smiled. I passed him a slice of homemade marble cake, and I left him to it. Brock is sweet, when you get to know him. I ran into the gym to see if anybody needed anything before I went out. They all grunted no, so I left. As I was leaving, Sean came up to me and gave me a kiss.
"You are gonna be there, aren't ya?"
"I told you I was."
"You really need to be there tonight. I have alot riding on this."
"What are you up to, Sean??"
"Nothing. You just make sure you be there tonight. Front row. No excuses."
"Whatever!"
I walked out of the door. For some strange reason, he's a pain in the ass. I told him over and friggin' over that I was gonna be there. Damn, what do he want from me? If I don't go, I won't know the master plan he was concocting with the Peanut Gallery. It was 6 hours to showtime, and I had alot to do.
*************** Madison Square Garden
It was an hour before showtime. Gabby and I was backstage, reading the program card for the night. They were outside doing Sunday Night Heat, basically recapping the events before the big show. As we were reading the sheet, we were looking at the first match.
"Tommy Dreamer against Jeff Hardy? Sucks to be first, eh?"
"Yeah, Gabbs. But look at this shit. Test against Booker T. That looks entertaining. I'm going out for that Brock and Gonzo, er....Hunter match."
"The attack of the Midcard Marauder.Hahaha. Is Paul ever gonna make it to at least second to last match?"
"Haha. John Cena against Chavo Guerro for the curiserweight strap. Not bad. Right after that, it's Matt against Edge. Gee, I wonder who's gonna win that one."
"Oh, and the match dear to my heart and yours, The Big Show against Kane. Talk about your shower break!"
"Gabby, you are so wrong. Hahaha. Torrie and Trish. What is this, silicone on a pole match?"
"You're talking about I'm bad? Whatever. Ooh, look. Chris and the Rock. For the I.C. strap. I hope Chris wins. Big pay day, you know?"
"Oh, don't I know it. that would be so sweet for you two. Last but not least, Kurt Angle against Sean O'Haire for the Heavyweight Championship. Any thoughts?"
"I don't know, Donnie. That is gonna be one helluva brawl. I'm for whoever's still breathing."
"Good point. Let's get to the dressing room. It's almost showtime, and I'm not giving up my seat!"
"I agree. This is the Garden."
We both started laughing as we went to the room. We wished everybody good luck and took our seats. We were front row, not to far from Jim Ross and Jerry "The King" Lawler. That guy always scared me. Anyway, It was showtime! Pyro, everybody screming and cheering like they lost all of their good sense. I wanted to see the midcard matches, since all the beginning cards are always a snoozefest.
*********
Midcard
Gabby went to the concession stand and returned, just in time for her friend, not mine, HHH to enter the ring. He did the whole water spitting thing, which I am so glad it didn't touch me. Out came Brock. He ran to the ring, and stood on the second rope, where he saw us and grinned. We waved at him, which prompted to him pointing at me. What was that for? Anyway, Hunter hit him from behind, and to make a short story quick, Brock put his ass in the F-5!! Flair interfered, and Brock got the win via DQ. I know it's just entertainment, but I wanted to hit Hunter with my soda so bad.
After the Cena match, was the Rock/Jericho match. Ok. I met Dwayne Johnson once, and I didn't care for him. Gabby hated him, but, that didn't stop him from using her in his seemed like 30-year monologue with Chris.
"Jericho, you are 'Larger than Life?' According to your blushing bride sitting in the front row, you come up a bit 'Short"."
Gabby turned red as an apple. She tossed her middle finger in the air, as the cameras caught it. I was right next to her, which put me on camera for the whole world to see. Rock finished his tirade, and as soon as he did, Chris came out and commenced to pounding on him. We screamed so loud while everybody was booing! It was blow after blow, headlocks, slams, and even a few chops and jumps off of the top rope. Chris went for the Lionsault, and Rocky moved, which he ended up landing on his knee wrong. He was limping the rest of the match, but still had enough energy to block the Rockbottom and putting him in the "Walls of Jericho." Rocky tapped. Chris won. He won the Intercontinental strap from the "Great One". Gabby cried and jumped the partition to run into the ring and be by her man. How sweet is that. She hopped back over as Chris went to the back. She went over to J.R and King to give her comments on the match. That was when this big pit in my stomach came in. I knew Sean's match was next. It was the main event. All I could do was sit there and watched as this whole thing unfolded.
To Be Continued...................................
Disclaimer: Read Chapter 1!!! It hasn't changed!!!! I'm Just messing with you.(insert smile here) Anyway, Sorry it took so long. I had writer's block. Without further excuses, here it is
Summerslam
I woke up very pissed off. Maybe I was on the rag??? nope! Got fired from my job? Not even! It was much worse!! It was my 26th Birthday!!!! And what a way to celebrate this....annoying phone calls, lame ass presents year after horrifying year and my personal favorite, people that I knew for years all of a suddenly forgeting my birthday. Anyway, I was just waking up. It might not be that bad this year. Besides, you still have your health, you have Gabby and Chris, and most importantly, you have Sean, who you love very much. Sean was in the shower. He invited over Mark Jindrak, Brock Lesnar, and Chris Benoit over the night before so they wouldn't have to foot a hotel bill, which was sweet by me. I had the room, why not? They were in the gym on the first floor, where I happened to overhear what they was saying. Ok, I was eavesdropping. so what? They were talking about what Sean was planning. I still had no clue what was going on. Sean was out of the shower, and went straight to the gym with the rest of the accomplices, er.....guys. I wanted to know what was going on, so I called Gabby
"Hey, girl. What's up??"
"Nothing much. How's married life?"
"Donnie, I know you. What's up?"
"Ok. What's the plan?"
"What plan?"
"You know what plan. Chris and Sean have been yaping like two broads in a laundromat. what gives?"
"I don't know. I wish Chris told me, but somehow he knew you would call here, so, he didn't tell me."
"Wanna play 'Private Eye'?"
"Nope. I'm out of this."
"C'mon, Gabbs. You're no fun."
"Can't you just wait until tonight? It's not that serious, Didi."
"You haven't called me Didi in years. I'll leave you alone."
"Thank you. You have such good sense."
"Whatever. I'll see ya tonight."
click
Totally uncool. She is so not helpful. I tried to ask one of the guys, but they totally blew me off, and they laughed. The only one who was a half sympathetic was Brock. I trapped him off in a corner in the kitchen with a wire wisk.
"I swear. I can't tell you."
"Brock. Tell me, or I will shove this up your..."
"Wait! Damn, your feisty! Sean warned me that you go to extremes. Listen. Promise me that you won't breathe a word of this...to anybody."
"Fine. What is it? There's a marble cake in it for you."
"Ok." He was breathing hard, sweating like he ran 8 miles."Listen. Sean has the main event match with Kurt, right?"
"Yeah. So?"
"So? what do you mean so? What he didn't want to tell you was that it's for the title!!!"
"I knew that."
"But you don't know the outcome of the match, plus he has a plan for afterwards, and it's gonna be great. You'll love it. That's all I am saying, promise."
"You know, for a no-neck neanderthal, you're a big pushover." and I smiled. I passed him a slice of homemade marble cake, and I left him to it. Brock is sweet, when you get to know him. I ran into the gym to see if anybody needed anything before I went out. They all grunted no, so I left. As I was leaving, Sean came up to me and gave me a kiss.
"You are gonna be there, aren't ya?"
"I told you I was."
"You really need to be there tonight. I have alot riding on this."
"What are you up to, Sean??"
"Nothing. You just make sure you be there tonight. Front row. No excuses."
"Whatever!"
I walked out of the door. For some strange reason, he's a pain in the ass. I told him over and friggin' over that I was gonna be there. Damn, what do he want from me? If I don't go, I won't know the master plan he was concocting with the Peanut Gallery. It was 6 hours to showtime, and I had alot to do.
*************** Madison Square Garden
It was an hour before showtime. Gabby and I was backstage, reading the program card for the night. They were outside doing Sunday Night Heat, basically recapping the events before the big show. As we were reading the sheet, we were looking at the first match.
"Tommy Dreamer against Jeff Hardy? Sucks to be first, eh?"
"Yeah, Gabbs. But look at this shit. Test against Booker T. That looks entertaining. I'm going out for that Brock and Gonzo, er....Hunter match."
"The attack of the Midcard Marauder.Hahaha. Is Paul ever gonna make it to at least second to last match?"
"Haha. John Cena against Chavo Guerro for the curiserweight strap. Not bad. Right after that, it's Matt against Edge. Gee, I wonder who's gonna win that one."
"Oh, and the match dear to my heart and yours, The Big Show against Kane. Talk about your shower break!"
"Gabby, you are so wrong. Hahaha. Torrie and Trish. What is this, silicone on a pole match?"
"You're talking about I'm bad? Whatever. Ooh, look. Chris and the Rock. For the I.C. strap. I hope Chris wins. Big pay day, you know?"
"Oh, don't I know it. that would be so sweet for you two. Last but not least, Kurt Angle against Sean O'Haire for the Heavyweight Championship. Any thoughts?"
"I don't know, Donnie. That is gonna be one helluva brawl. I'm for whoever's still breathing."
"Good point. Let's get to the dressing room. It's almost showtime, and I'm not giving up my seat!"
"I agree. This is the Garden."
We both started laughing as we went to the room. We wished everybody good luck and took our seats. We were front row, not to far from Jim Ross and Jerry "The King" Lawler. That guy always scared me. Anyway, It was showtime! Pyro, everybody screming and cheering like they lost all of their good sense. I wanted to see the midcard matches, since all the beginning cards are always a snoozefest.
*********
Midcard
Gabby went to the concession stand and returned, just in time for her friend, not mine, HHH to enter the ring. He did the whole water spitting thing, which I am so glad it didn't touch me. Out came Brock. He ran to the ring, and stood on the second rope, where he saw us and grinned. We waved at him, which prompted to him pointing at me. What was that for? Anyway, Hunter hit him from behind, and to make a short story quick, Brock put his ass in the F-5!! Flair interfered, and Brock got the win via DQ. I know it's just entertainment, but I wanted to hit Hunter with my soda so bad.
After the Cena match, was the Rock/Jericho match. Ok. I met Dwayne Johnson once, and I didn't care for him. Gabby hated him, but, that didn't stop him from using her in his seemed like 30-year monologue with Chris.
"Jericho, you are 'Larger than Life?' According to your blushing bride sitting in the front row, you come up a bit 'Short"."
Gabby turned red as an apple. She tossed her middle finger in the air, as the cameras caught it. I was right next to her, which put me on camera for the whole world to see. Rock finished his tirade, and as soon as he did, Chris came out and commenced to pounding on him. We screamed so loud while everybody was booing! It was blow after blow, headlocks, slams, and even a few chops and jumps off of the top rope. Chris went for the Lionsault, and Rocky moved, which he ended up landing on his knee wrong. He was limping the rest of the match, but still had enough energy to block the Rockbottom and putting him in the "Walls of Jericho." Rocky tapped. Chris won. He won the Intercontinental strap from the "Great One". Gabby cried and jumped the partition to run into the ring and be by her man. How sweet is that. She hopped back over as Chris went to the back. She went over to J.R and King to give her comments on the match. That was when this big pit in my stomach came in. I knew Sean's match was next. It was the main event. All I could do was sit there and watched as this whole thing unfolded.
To Be Continued...................................