This story includes:
Hazel: (me in my little fantasies where I am a WWE superstar)
Christian: Boyfriend of Hazel, played by Christian.
Hardcore Holly (Robert Howard): the ex.
Torrie Wilson: the ex's ex-girlfriend with a brick and unending fury.
Sophia: the friend/wrestler
Booker T, Edge, Lita, Hunter Chris Beniot and Jeff.
Note: I have nothing to do with the WWE and it's characters. In no way what so ever do I have anything to do with these people and their lives.
PART TWO
Okay, now when you have a surgery, you normally stay at the hospital or wake up IN the hospital but NOOOOOOOOO. I woke up in a house strangely familiar, but oddly unexpected.
"CHRIS!" I screamed from the bed. Beniot pounced into the room holding an oven mitten and wearing an apron.
"Yeah?" he said quickly. "Oh your awake now uhn? Great. I'm making dinner." He went to turn away.
"No, Benny, wait why am I here?"
"In Canada?"
"No, in my old room, in your house."
"Oh, right yeah, you see um," he explained. "I was going to the airport and I thought, hey, I'll go take Hazel some love. Love meaning my best wishes for your surgery. And I get to the hospital and there is this mass of fans waiting for you. Then I see that little punk Hardcore running inside with some Taco Bell so I said what is going on?"
"That doesn't explain anything."
"It will. You see, I knew you'd hate to see him, especially with some tacos, so I signed in as your husband and brought you home . Which ironically it is because you lived here what two years ago? Funny how life circles isn't it?"
"Oh my god, Benny you said you were my husband?!"
I was freaking out. I went to shoot up out of bed and immediately i was drawn back in pain. My shoulder felt like lead and at every move it stabbed and ached and oh.it burned. Chris rushed to my side as I cried aloud.
"Lay back now, Hazel," he said with a shove. "Rest up. You can hug me later, just rest."
"No, Benny do you know what you've done!"
He stared a second and sniffed. Then rushed out of the room.
"MY pasta!"
I was panicked. I stared at the ceiling I had stared at years ago. I looked to the walls that were once covered in my posters and photos. It was my room. It WAS my home. But not now. Benny wasn't my husband. We never even dated. We were impromptu roommates when I moved out of Hardcore's place after the stair incident.
Then I remembered. My phone. Rolling over a grabbed the phone and dial Sophia's number. Be home be home.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hunter?" I said.
"Hazel?"
"Hey."
"How's it hanging?"
"Heavy. How are you?" I asked.
"Half tired, half sick." He answered.
"How was Raw?"
"Hurricane lost his cape again."
"How many times is that?"
"Hundred in one."
"Ha."
"(W)ho were you calling for?"
"Huh? Oh Sophia."
"Hold on."
"Hello?"
"No more H's please."
"Okay," she laughed.
"Sophia, please tell me, what happened the past days since my surgery?"
"That was two days ago. I thought you were dead."
"Encouraging. But really? what's going on?"
"Why don't you tell me. Since when were you and Beniot married?"
"Oh God, is that out?"
"When i goes on WWE.com, it's out."
"Where's Christian?"
"Throwing a tantrum in WWF New York (The world). He hates you," she chirped.
"Hardcore?"
"Haven't heard form him since the diarrhea."
"Diarrhea?"
"Bad tacos."
"Oh great day," I muttered. "Should I even ask...what happen the Booker T?"
"Quarantined. Had some rash and it was contagious. Gave in the Big Show and RVD."
"Oh boy oh boy," I moaned.
Benoit came back in with a tray of pasta and milk.
"Strong bones, hey...who are you talking to?" he asked childishly.
"None of your damn business! Get out!"
"What? This is my house you get out!"
"This is my room, you jerk!"
"Jerk?!"
"Why did you take me out of the hospital? Now it's all over the internet that were married."
"Really?" he smiled. He grinned his missing tooth smiled and walked over to me with a Vince Mcmahon swagger. "Here you go my love."
"OH HEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLL no!"
What in the blue crap is going on here? First surgery, then the bizarre Booker T thing and now this? How is she going to get out of this mess? Will Christian forgive and understand? Will Hardcore be stuck on the toilet for another day? Will RVD and Big Show whoop on Booker T? Was Beniot's pasta okay?
Stay tuned.
Again..
Hazel: (me in my little fantasies where I am a WWE superstar)
Christian: Boyfriend of Hazel, played by Christian.
Hardcore Holly (Robert Howard): the ex.
Torrie Wilson: the ex's ex-girlfriend with a brick and unending fury.
Sophia: the friend/wrestler
Booker T, Edge, Lita, Hunter Chris Beniot and Jeff.
Note: I have nothing to do with the WWE and it's characters. In no way what so ever do I have anything to do with these people and their lives.
PART TWO
Okay, now when you have a surgery, you normally stay at the hospital or wake up IN the hospital but NOOOOOOOOO. I woke up in a house strangely familiar, but oddly unexpected.
"CHRIS!" I screamed from the bed. Beniot pounced into the room holding an oven mitten and wearing an apron.
"Yeah?" he said quickly. "Oh your awake now uhn? Great. I'm making dinner." He went to turn away.
"No, Benny, wait why am I here?"
"In Canada?"
"No, in my old room, in your house."
"Oh, right yeah, you see um," he explained. "I was going to the airport and I thought, hey, I'll go take Hazel some love. Love meaning my best wishes for your surgery. And I get to the hospital and there is this mass of fans waiting for you. Then I see that little punk Hardcore running inside with some Taco Bell so I said what is going on?"
"That doesn't explain anything."
"It will. You see, I knew you'd hate to see him, especially with some tacos, so I signed in as your husband and brought you home . Which ironically it is because you lived here what two years ago? Funny how life circles isn't it?"
"Oh my god, Benny you said you were my husband?!"
I was freaking out. I went to shoot up out of bed and immediately i was drawn back in pain. My shoulder felt like lead and at every move it stabbed and ached and oh.it burned. Chris rushed to my side as I cried aloud.
"Lay back now, Hazel," he said with a shove. "Rest up. You can hug me later, just rest."
"No, Benny do you know what you've done!"
He stared a second and sniffed. Then rushed out of the room.
"MY pasta!"
I was panicked. I stared at the ceiling I had stared at years ago. I looked to the walls that were once covered in my posters and photos. It was my room. It WAS my home. But not now. Benny wasn't my husband. We never even dated. We were impromptu roommates when I moved out of Hardcore's place after the stair incident.
Then I remembered. My phone. Rolling over a grabbed the phone and dial Sophia's number. Be home be home.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hunter?" I said.
"Hazel?"
"Hey."
"How's it hanging?"
"Heavy. How are you?" I asked.
"Half tired, half sick." He answered.
"How was Raw?"
"Hurricane lost his cape again."
"How many times is that?"
"Hundred in one."
"Ha."
"(W)ho were you calling for?"
"Huh? Oh Sophia."
"Hold on."
"Hello?"
"No more H's please."
"Okay," she laughed.
"Sophia, please tell me, what happened the past days since my surgery?"
"That was two days ago. I thought you were dead."
"Encouraging. But really? what's going on?"
"Why don't you tell me. Since when were you and Beniot married?"
"Oh God, is that out?"
"When i goes on WWE.com, it's out."
"Where's Christian?"
"Throwing a tantrum in WWF New York (The world). He hates you," she chirped.
"Hardcore?"
"Haven't heard form him since the diarrhea."
"Diarrhea?"
"Bad tacos."
"Oh great day," I muttered. "Should I even ask...what happen the Booker T?"
"Quarantined. Had some rash and it was contagious. Gave in the Big Show and RVD."
"Oh boy oh boy," I moaned.
Benoit came back in with a tray of pasta and milk.
"Strong bones, hey...who are you talking to?" he asked childishly.
"None of your damn business! Get out!"
"What? This is my house you get out!"
"This is my room, you jerk!"
"Jerk?!"
"Why did you take me out of the hospital? Now it's all over the internet that were married."
"Really?" he smiled. He grinned his missing tooth smiled and walked over to me with a Vince Mcmahon swagger. "Here you go my love."
"OH HEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLL no!"
What in the blue crap is going on here? First surgery, then the bizarre Booker T thing and now this? How is she going to get out of this mess? Will Christian forgive and understand? Will Hardcore be stuck on the toilet for another day? Will RVD and Big Show whoop on Booker T? Was Beniot's pasta okay?
Stay tuned.
Again..