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 Four
"Hey do you mind leaving I have something to do," Hazel rushed.
"No, no, I need to talk to you. Not later, not after tacos, we need to talk," Holly ordered.
"That's fine and dandy but could you take a number?"
"No!" he stormed in. "Now sit down and let me explain a few things."
"Why don't you shut the hell up and get out of my house!"
"Hazel..."
"No! I hate you get out!"
"Hazel..."
"OH NO!" I rushed to the window and saw Christian's car pull up. I turned away staring at Hardcore.
"I'm not leaving," he said crossing his arms childishly.
OH BOY OH BOY...
"Get in there and stay!" I commanded locking Hardcore in the closet.
"HAZEL!"
"Oh, shut up!"
There was a knock at the door and I rushed over in pain. My arm was heavy again. Hardcore fought back hard to not get in that closet. Christian stood in his leather coat (looking fine) and a bit melancholy.
"May I come in?"
"Sure."
He came in and blah blah...we talked and I explained how it was all Beniot's fault. He agreed and smiled and leaned in close for a kiss.
AWW.LOVE SO SWEET
.but before our lips could touch.
CRASH! There was a brick through my window.
"GET OUT HERE YOU DIRTY SLUT I KNOW YOU IN THERE!"
"What the-" Christian frowned.
I knew immediately who it was.
Torrie.
"I KNOW HE'S IN THERE! GET OUT HER AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN. OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT!"
"That girl is out of her mind! What is she talking about? Me?" Christian asked unsure.
"HAZEL GREEN! I'M CALLING ON YOU! SLUT SLUT SLUT! I KNOW HOLLY'S IN THERE!"
"What?" Christian looked to me. "You have another man in this house?"
"Closet," I sighed sulking back. Christian frowned and stood angrily.
"GET OUT HER NOW OR I SMASH THE CAR!"
"HEY!" Christian yelled out the window. "That's my car! Not hers!"
I rushed to the closet and let Hardcore out.
"You lied to me!" Christian screamed.
"About? I never said I didn't have a strangely obsessive guy in my closet," I corrected.
Christian could only nod. "You've got a point there."
"Hazel, I love you-," Hardcore pleaded. "Being in that closet, looking at your underwear made me think-"
"You freak! Get out!" I pushed. I pushed him out the door ignoring my arm. SLAM.(That was the door by the way.)
"OH MY JEBUS! WHY DO YOU HAVE HER UNDERWEAR ON YOUR BACK! SLUT WHORE! GET OUT HERE NOW!"
Holy shnikies! What now" Will Torrie demolish Hazel? Is Christian's car a goner? Will Christian understand this understandable misunderstanding of understandably misunderstanding things? Stay...oh just read.
Part Five (too short to add another chapter, and I just KNOW you want to know what happens*wink*)
I looked to Christian who looked back to me. He smiled. I smiled. "This is your life, Hazel, and it is insane," Christian laughed.
"Welcome to the Odyssey," I nodded touching my throbbing and possibly bleeding shoulder. I could see anything under that shoulder cast/sling crap.
There was grass breaking and an alarm went off.
"That Crazy bit-" Christian cursed going to the window. "Oh wait no...That was Hardcore's car...ouch, his head went right through that window."
"Oh my god, call the police," I urged.
"No, no, let her fight. (I meant to say her) It's funny."
I reached for the phone but it rang instead.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Haze, it's Booker."
"Oh no no no, I have to call you back-"
"Wait wait, I found out what the rash was, it was only-(incoming call beep)."
"Booker can you hold on." click
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hazel? It's Lita I uh, need to ask a favor."
"Look already forgot about it, let it go!" I hung up.
Phone rang again. "WHAT!?" "Hazel! He did it! HE did it!" Sophia screamed. "What? Sophia? Hello?" "I'M ENGAGED TO HUNTER!" "You're engaged?" "Yeah! HE PUT MY RING IN THE SALAD! It was so romantic, only thing is though it smells like ranch dressing..." "WHOA!" Christian laughed. "Torrie just took her boot turned it side ways and shoved it up his roody poo candy-" "No way!" I exclaimed. "Yes way. It's so totally not pretty," Christian sat back down not wanting to look back outside. "What a totally crazy weekend huh?" "It's not over yet," I sighed looking at the clock. The seconds were ticking slowly with my pain. "I know, I haven't proposed yet." "WHAT?" "Oops, did I say that aloud?" he gasped, then grinned.
THE END
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Part Four
"Hey do you mind leaving I have something to do," Hazel rushed.
"No, no, I need to talk to you. Not later, not after tacos, we need to talk," Holly ordered.
"That's fine and dandy but could you take a number?"
"No!" he stormed in. "Now sit down and let me explain a few things."
"Why don't you shut the hell up and get out of my house!"
"Hazel..."
"No! I hate you get out!"
"Hazel..."
"OH NO!" I rushed to the window and saw Christian's car pull up. I turned away staring at Hardcore.
"I'm not leaving," he said crossing his arms childishly.
OH BOY OH BOY...
"Get in there and stay!" I commanded locking Hardcore in the closet.
"HAZEL!"
"Oh, shut up!"
There was a knock at the door and I rushed over in pain. My arm was heavy again. Hardcore fought back hard to not get in that closet. Christian stood in his leather coat (looking fine) and a bit melancholy.
"May I come in?"
"Sure."
He came in and blah blah...we talked and I explained how it was all Beniot's fault. He agreed and smiled and leaned in close for a kiss.
AWW.LOVE SO SWEET
.but before our lips could touch.
CRASH! There was a brick through my window.
"GET OUT HERE YOU DIRTY SLUT I KNOW YOU IN THERE!"
"What the-" Christian frowned.
I knew immediately who it was.
Torrie.
"I KNOW HE'S IN THERE! GET OUT HER AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN. OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT!"
"That girl is out of her mind! What is she talking about? Me?" Christian asked unsure.
"HAZEL GREEN! I'M CALLING ON YOU! SLUT SLUT SLUT! I KNOW HOLLY'S IN THERE!"
"What?" Christian looked to me. "You have another man in this house?"
"Closet," I sighed sulking back. Christian frowned and stood angrily.
"GET OUT HER NOW OR I SMASH THE CAR!"
"HEY!" Christian yelled out the window. "That's my car! Not hers!"
I rushed to the closet and let Hardcore out.
"You lied to me!" Christian screamed.
"About? I never said I didn't have a strangely obsessive guy in my closet," I corrected.
Christian could only nod. "You've got a point there."
"Hazel, I love you-," Hardcore pleaded. "Being in that closet, looking at your underwear made me think-"
"You freak! Get out!" I pushed. I pushed him out the door ignoring my arm. SLAM.(That was the door by the way.)
"OH MY JEBUS! WHY DO YOU HAVE HER UNDERWEAR ON YOUR BACK! SLUT WHORE! GET OUT HERE NOW!"
Holy shnikies! What now" Will Torrie demolish Hazel? Is Christian's car a goner? Will Christian understand this understandable misunderstanding of understandably misunderstanding things? Stay...oh just read.
Part Five (too short to add another chapter, and I just KNOW you want to know what happens*wink*)
I looked to Christian who looked back to me. He smiled. I smiled. "This is your life, Hazel, and it is insane," Christian laughed.
"Welcome to the Odyssey," I nodded touching my throbbing and possibly bleeding shoulder. I could see anything under that shoulder cast/sling crap.
There was grass breaking and an alarm went off.
"That Crazy bit-" Christian cursed going to the window. "Oh wait no...That was Hardcore's car...ouch, his head went right through that window."
"Oh my god, call the police," I urged.
"No, no, let her fight. (I meant to say her) It's funny."
I reached for the phone but it rang instead.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Haze, it's Booker."
"Oh no no no, I have to call you back-"
"Wait wait, I found out what the rash was, it was only-(incoming call beep)."
"Booker can you hold on." click
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hazel? It's Lita I uh, need to ask a favor."
"Look already forgot about it, let it go!" I hung up.
Phone rang again. "WHAT!?" "Hazel! He did it! HE did it!" Sophia screamed. "What? Sophia? Hello?" "I'M ENGAGED TO HUNTER!" "You're engaged?" "Yeah! HE PUT MY RING IN THE SALAD! It was so romantic, only thing is though it smells like ranch dressing..." "WHOA!" Christian laughed. "Torrie just took her boot turned it side ways and shoved it up his roody poo candy-" "No way!" I exclaimed. "Yes way. It's so totally not pretty," Christian sat back down not wanting to look back outside. "What a totally crazy weekend huh?" "It's not over yet," I sighed looking at the clock. The seconds were ticking slowly with my pain. "I know, I haven't proposed yet." "WHAT?" "Oops, did I say that aloud?" he gasped, then grinned.
THE END
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