Chapter 21: Who Was That Girl?
~Paul's POV~
It was the night for SmackDown tapings; Sam had finished her tutoring session for that day. We were sitting in my locker room. She was doing her homework. I was sitting on the couch talking with Chris Irvine (Chris Jericho) about our match. We had a feud going on and needed to plan out what was going to happen. While Chris and I were talking, I heard Sam say, "I wish Kellie was here."
"What's the matter, baby girl?"
"I'm struggling with my art project. I'm not getting anywhere of what I wanted to do," She replied as she crumbled yet another sheet of paper.
"Let me see what you want to do, baby girl," I said.
"Could you come over here? It's better for me to show it here," she said in a tired yet childlike voice. She turned around and faced me when she said that. She had a look of frustration and lost on her face that tugged my heart. I really hated seeing her like that when she gets aggravated. I got up from where I sat and walked over to where she was and leaned down as she was in the middle of my arms.
"What did you want to draw?" I asked softly.
"I wanted to draw a picture of an angel with a halo standing on a cloud," she said, above a whisper and her eyes became watery. Some had escaped and I swiped them off her face. I truly hated seeing her like that.
"Let me help you get started," I said as I turned her around in her chair and grabbed her pencil. I put it in her hand and guided her on drawing what she wanted to draw. I had let go of her hand half way through the drawing. I just stood there watching her finish the drawing on her own. I looked behind me and gestured for Chris to come up and watch what she was doing. He came up and watched Sam finish drawing. We looked at the drawing. It truly looked like an angel on a cloud. She looked up at me when she realized that I was not guiding her the whole time.
"Did I do most of it by myself?" she asked softly.
"Yeah, you did, sweetheart," I said. I only call her 'sweetheart' when she gets frustrated about anything. "The picture looks beautiful."
"It does look beautiful. You could show it to Vince and maybe put it on a women's tee or something. You know something that will resemble you and your character," Chris suggested.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. That way you could talk to Vince about the storyline at the same time," Paul agreed.
"Ok, I'll go and talk with Vince. Thank you, daddy," she said as she tiptoed to give me a hug. I leaned down and picked her up and hugged her tightly. She left shortly after I had let her go, and then Chris and I went back to the couch to finish our meeting.
~Sam's POV~
On the way to Vince's office, I bumped into Amy, with Mark closely behind, "Hi, Mark! Amy."
"Samantha," Amy replied.
"Hey, sweetheart," Mark replied. "Where you headed, sweetheart?"
"I'm to Vince's office to talk to him about something."
"Alright. I'll see you at the gorilla position."
"Ok, I better go, so I'll talk with you guys later!!" I stood up, waved to Mark and left. I walked through the hallway towards Vince's office. Half and hour later, I left Vince's office. I walked through the hallway back to Paul's locker room and get dressed for the promo with Mark. On the way there, I bumped into Jeff. "Hey, babe. How you doing?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"I'm doing good now that I've seen you. I missed you since last night. I don't like being away from you for long," Jeff said as he leaned down and kissed me passionately. I kissed him back with equal passion.
I broke the kiss, "Babe, I need to go and get ready to do my promo. I'm going to get dressed and head down to the makeup area. Wanna join me?"
"Yeah, I'm not doing anything now, so I'll go with you. Your stuff at Paul's locker room?"
I nodded, "Come on, let's go." We went into his locker room, and found Paul on his cell phone talking to somebody. "Mom, hold on. They just came through the door. Let me ask them. Baby girl, my mom is on the phone, she was wondering if you and Jeff want to come up this week for dinner. She's planning a big outdoor BBQ party on Thursday night. She wants us to get together and watch SmackDown while we're there."
"Yeah, sure I would love to go."
"Count me in," Jeff said as he nodded.
"Ok, great. Mom, they both will be coming to the BBQ party this week. Luv ya too, bye," Paul said, and then he hung up his cell phone and put it in his bag. "So how did the meeting go with Vince?"
"It was good. I know what I'm doing now, so that helps. And I showed him the picture and he totally liked it. He said that he wants me to give him another picture of something similar to what I drew to put on the shirt," I said, smiling.
"What picture?" Jeff asked.
"Oh, I had to draw a picture for my art homework and Paul and Chris liked it a lot and suggested that I show it to Vince and maybe come up with a shirt for my character. And I did what they suggested and Vince liked it a lot, but he wanted me to use another picture. So I need to draw something that I want to use for my character," I said as I got my things from my bag and gave him the picture that I drew.
"Honey, the picture's amazing! There's something that I'm trying out now. I can show it to you and you can use it if you want," Jeff suggested as he handed me the picture.
"Yeah, that sounds great," I replied.
"Baby girl, you feeling ok?" Paul asked.
"Yeah, I feel fine. Why?" I asked, as I looked at him strangely.
"Your voice sounds different for some reason. Maybe, it's me. I don't know."
"Don't worry too much about me, daddy. I feel fine."
"That's good. So what are you doing now?"
"I need to get ready for the promo with Mark. I'll be right back," I said as I headed toward the shower area to change my clothes. I came back out as soon as I was finished and found Paul and Jeff talking back and forth about the wrestling business itself. "All right, babe, I'm ready."
"Ok, it was good talking with ya, Paul," Jeff replied as he put his arm around my waist.
"Likewise," Paul responded. "I'll be watching ya, baby girl."
"Thanks, daddy. I'll talk with you later," I said as Jeff and I left the locker room and headed towards the makeup area. We walked there in a comfortable silence until I saw Mary, "Mary, I'm ready for the makeup now."
"Ok, great. Let's get you started," Mary said as I sat down in the chair. Jeff leaned up against the wall watching Mary and I chat as she put on the makeup. About 15 minutes later, "All right, you're done now. You're free to go, sweetie."
"Thanks so much, Mary!!" I said, then reached out for Jeff and headed toward the gorilla position. SmackDown had started a little while ago and when Jeff and I got there, we saw Mark, Matt and Amy there and they were watching the opening start. J.R. and The King were the announcers that night. And J.R. was talking about what had happened the night before and then he started talking about a mysterious girl showing up and allowing the Undertaker to win the impromptu match. They both were wondering who I was and hoped that I would show up that night.
"Mark, promo time," a stagehand said. "Now!" the stagehand said, as Mark walked through the curtain to his music and graced the fans with his American Badass presence. He got into the ring and started to say, "As you all know what happened last Monday at Raw, I'm pissed at the fact that Matt, Jeff and Lita disrespected me, but that girl who showed up and screwed Lita, had tons of respect for me. You know why? It was because if she didn't respect me, she would have come after me, but she didn't. But I don't need nobody to help me out with that because I can do that myself. I don't depend on nobody and don't need nobody to help me teach others to respect me. What I want to know is who was that girl that came down and showed me respect last Monday!" Mark stopped as soon as he heard his music playing again. Mark, the fans, and the announcers were puzzled as of why his music was playing again.
Right there, I walked out to the stage with a mic in hand. As soon as the music ended, I said, "Well, if it isn't the American Badass himself."
"Who are you?" he said into his mic.
"I'm shocked that you don't remember me, Taker."
"Should I know who you are?"
"Yes, you should. I'm surprised that you don't remember me, Taker! I'll give you a little hint," I said as I was putting my voice as childlike as possible. "Please, Mr. Taker, you have to take me away from here. My family kicked me out on the street! Please, Mr. Taker, let me go with you!!!" I said as I watch Taker 'pretend' to try and remember me.
Realization finally hit him, "Angel? Angel, is that you girl?"
"Damn, right it's me, Taker. I came here for one reason and for one reason only. The reason I came down here was to find you. When I found out that you weren't getting along with the Hardy Boyz, I got pissed because they were the ones who trained me. I left Texas to get a start fresh and moved to North Carolina. I met Matt and Jeff at the gym where they worked out in. So last Monday night at Raw, when you had the impromptu match with each other and Lita tried to give you her signature move that made me pissed off even more. I decided to come down the ramp and give Lita the 'Angel Twist' was because she was trying to make your hatred with the Hardy Boyz grow. What Lita did was wrong. I don't approve of what happened between three friends of mine. There is something that you said was true, Taker. I do respect you, but there's something that you said was wrong. You do need to depend on people for help. Taker, I'm here to tell you that I'm staying here until you, Matt and Jeff become friends, whether you like it or not!" I stared at Taker, nodding my head as he paced around the ring; shaking his head 'no.' "I suggest that you remember that because if you don't, my respect for you is going to disappear." With that, I left the stage and walked through the curtain.
When I walked through the curtain, Jeff was standing there with open arms. I walked into them, shaking like a leaf. "Babe, you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't understand why I'm shaking so much!"
"I'm sure that it's just your nerves. You were awesome out there when you talked back to Mark. It's a first time that I've heard a female talk to Taker that way."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Sweetheart, that was amazing. Did you hear all the fans cheering for you?" Mark asked, when he came through the curtain.
"Yeah, I did. I think that's why I'm shaking right now. I don't believe that the fans are cheering for me. I got booed at last night," I said as I burrowed my eyebrows. Jeff and Mark laughed at my expression.
"We all got that at one point in our career. It's normal, but let me tell you something, the wrestling fans are the best because they give you all they got," Mark said and Jeff nodded.
"Thanks, Mark!!"
"You're more than welcome, sweetheart. I gotta go and grab something to eat. I'll see you guys later. Amy, let's go," Mark said as they both left. Amy had to be there since Mark and I had to do our promo. She always has to be near Mark, no questions asked.
"You hungry?" I asked Jeff
"Yeah, want to go to catering and get something to eat?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah, but could we eat in your locker room?" I asked.
"Thanks, guys. I just don't feel like eating at catering. I don't feel so good," I stated, as I leaned into Jeff for support.
"Do you want me to get something for you while you rest in our locker room?" Jeff asked.
"Could you do that?"
~Jeff's POV~
"Yeah, our locker room is on the way to catering. We can just stop by on the way," He said as I nodded. We headed towards our locker room. While we were walking in the hallway, I felt Sam start to slip as she walked. I decided to carry her to our locker room. Once I got there, Matt looked up worried and moved out of the way, so that I could put her on the couch. I felt her head and it was warm. I asked Matt to get a cold cloth to put over her head and he did. "Angel, are you feeling all right?" She mumbled something, but I couldn't hear what she said. "Honey, what did you say? I couldn't hear you."
"I feel hot. What's wrong with me, Jeff?"
"I don't know, honey. Matt, could you go get a medic, please?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll be back soon," Matt said as he left.
"Hang on tight, sweetheart. Matt is going to get someone to help you." I held her hand until Matt came back with a medic. I moved out of the way so that he could work with her.
"What's the problem?"
"I'm not sure, she was saying that she wasn't feeling good. Just now, she said that she felt hot. I put a cold cloth on her forehead. I'm hoping that it would help her out."
"How long as she been like this?"
"It started like a few minutes ago."
"Ok, give me room to work on her. I need to work on her to find out what's wrong," he said as he got his things open. "Does anybody know what her medical history?"
"No, but I bet that Adam knows. I'll go get him," Matt said as he left the locker room. Minutes later, both Matt and Adam came into the room.
"What's going on with her, Mike?" Adam asked as soon as he saw me.
"I can't really tell, but it looks like her body is reacting to too much stress. Has she gone through this before?"
"Yeah, once a couple of weeks before her Junior High school graduation. She was like this for a couple of days," Adam replied as he stroked her head.
"She might be going through that now," Mike replied. "But the question is, what's she's stressing over. Right now, just let her rest and then talk to her when she wakes up. She just needs to take it easy for now."
"Mike, she said that she was feeling hot. What's that about?" I said, as I sat down by her legs, and rubbing them.
"It might be a symptom. I'm not sure what it was exactly, but when she wakes up, talk to her more about her medical history. I suggest that she go to the hospital and get more tests to find out what's going on."
"All right, thanks Mike," I replied.
"No problem," he said as he left.
~Paul's POV~
It was the night for SmackDown tapings; Sam had finished her tutoring session for that day. We were sitting in my locker room. She was doing her homework. I was sitting on the couch talking with Chris Irvine (Chris Jericho) about our match. We had a feud going on and needed to plan out what was going to happen. While Chris and I were talking, I heard Sam say, "I wish Kellie was here."
"What's the matter, baby girl?"
"I'm struggling with my art project. I'm not getting anywhere of what I wanted to do," She replied as she crumbled yet another sheet of paper.
"Let me see what you want to do, baby girl," I said.
"Could you come over here? It's better for me to show it here," she said in a tired yet childlike voice. She turned around and faced me when she said that. She had a look of frustration and lost on her face that tugged my heart. I really hated seeing her like that when she gets aggravated. I got up from where I sat and walked over to where she was and leaned down as she was in the middle of my arms.
"What did you want to draw?" I asked softly.
"I wanted to draw a picture of an angel with a halo standing on a cloud," she said, above a whisper and her eyes became watery. Some had escaped and I swiped them off her face. I truly hated seeing her like that.
"Let me help you get started," I said as I turned her around in her chair and grabbed her pencil. I put it in her hand and guided her on drawing what she wanted to draw. I had let go of her hand half way through the drawing. I just stood there watching her finish the drawing on her own. I looked behind me and gestured for Chris to come up and watch what she was doing. He came up and watched Sam finish drawing. We looked at the drawing. It truly looked like an angel on a cloud. She looked up at me when she realized that I was not guiding her the whole time.
"Did I do most of it by myself?" she asked softly.
"Yeah, you did, sweetheart," I said. I only call her 'sweetheart' when she gets frustrated about anything. "The picture looks beautiful."
"It does look beautiful. You could show it to Vince and maybe put it on a women's tee or something. You know something that will resemble you and your character," Chris suggested.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. That way you could talk to Vince about the storyline at the same time," Paul agreed.
"Ok, I'll go and talk with Vince. Thank you, daddy," she said as she tiptoed to give me a hug. I leaned down and picked her up and hugged her tightly. She left shortly after I had let her go, and then Chris and I went back to the couch to finish our meeting.
~Sam's POV~
On the way to Vince's office, I bumped into Amy, with Mark closely behind, "Hi, Mark! Amy."
"Samantha," Amy replied.
"Hey, sweetheart," Mark replied. "Where you headed, sweetheart?"
"I'm to Vince's office to talk to him about something."
"Alright. I'll see you at the gorilla position."
"Ok, I better go, so I'll talk with you guys later!!" I stood up, waved to Mark and left. I walked through the hallway towards Vince's office. Half and hour later, I left Vince's office. I walked through the hallway back to Paul's locker room and get dressed for the promo with Mark. On the way there, I bumped into Jeff. "Hey, babe. How you doing?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"I'm doing good now that I've seen you. I missed you since last night. I don't like being away from you for long," Jeff said as he leaned down and kissed me passionately. I kissed him back with equal passion.
I broke the kiss, "Babe, I need to go and get ready to do my promo. I'm going to get dressed and head down to the makeup area. Wanna join me?"
"Yeah, I'm not doing anything now, so I'll go with you. Your stuff at Paul's locker room?"
I nodded, "Come on, let's go." We went into his locker room, and found Paul on his cell phone talking to somebody. "Mom, hold on. They just came through the door. Let me ask them. Baby girl, my mom is on the phone, she was wondering if you and Jeff want to come up this week for dinner. She's planning a big outdoor BBQ party on Thursday night. She wants us to get together and watch SmackDown while we're there."
"Yeah, sure I would love to go."
"Count me in," Jeff said as he nodded.
"Ok, great. Mom, they both will be coming to the BBQ party this week. Luv ya too, bye," Paul said, and then he hung up his cell phone and put it in his bag. "So how did the meeting go with Vince?"
"It was good. I know what I'm doing now, so that helps. And I showed him the picture and he totally liked it. He said that he wants me to give him another picture of something similar to what I drew to put on the shirt," I said, smiling.
"What picture?" Jeff asked.
"Oh, I had to draw a picture for my art homework and Paul and Chris liked it a lot and suggested that I show it to Vince and maybe come up with a shirt for my character. And I did what they suggested and Vince liked it a lot, but he wanted me to use another picture. So I need to draw something that I want to use for my character," I said as I got my things from my bag and gave him the picture that I drew.
"Honey, the picture's amazing! There's something that I'm trying out now. I can show it to you and you can use it if you want," Jeff suggested as he handed me the picture.
"Yeah, that sounds great," I replied.
"Baby girl, you feeling ok?" Paul asked.
"Yeah, I feel fine. Why?" I asked, as I looked at him strangely.
"Your voice sounds different for some reason. Maybe, it's me. I don't know."
"Don't worry too much about me, daddy. I feel fine."
"That's good. So what are you doing now?"
"I need to get ready for the promo with Mark. I'll be right back," I said as I headed toward the shower area to change my clothes. I came back out as soon as I was finished and found Paul and Jeff talking back and forth about the wrestling business itself. "All right, babe, I'm ready."
"Ok, it was good talking with ya, Paul," Jeff replied as he put his arm around my waist.
"Likewise," Paul responded. "I'll be watching ya, baby girl."
"Thanks, daddy. I'll talk with you later," I said as Jeff and I left the locker room and headed towards the makeup area. We walked there in a comfortable silence until I saw Mary, "Mary, I'm ready for the makeup now."
"Ok, great. Let's get you started," Mary said as I sat down in the chair. Jeff leaned up against the wall watching Mary and I chat as she put on the makeup. About 15 minutes later, "All right, you're done now. You're free to go, sweetie."
"Thanks so much, Mary!!" I said, then reached out for Jeff and headed toward the gorilla position. SmackDown had started a little while ago and when Jeff and I got there, we saw Mark, Matt and Amy there and they were watching the opening start. J.R. and The King were the announcers that night. And J.R. was talking about what had happened the night before and then he started talking about a mysterious girl showing up and allowing the Undertaker to win the impromptu match. They both were wondering who I was and hoped that I would show up that night.
"Mark, promo time," a stagehand said. "Now!" the stagehand said, as Mark walked through the curtain to his music and graced the fans with his American Badass presence. He got into the ring and started to say, "As you all know what happened last Monday at Raw, I'm pissed at the fact that Matt, Jeff and Lita disrespected me, but that girl who showed up and screwed Lita, had tons of respect for me. You know why? It was because if she didn't respect me, she would have come after me, but she didn't. But I don't need nobody to help me out with that because I can do that myself. I don't depend on nobody and don't need nobody to help me teach others to respect me. What I want to know is who was that girl that came down and showed me respect last Monday!" Mark stopped as soon as he heard his music playing again. Mark, the fans, and the announcers were puzzled as of why his music was playing again.
Right there, I walked out to the stage with a mic in hand. As soon as the music ended, I said, "Well, if it isn't the American Badass himself."
"Who are you?" he said into his mic.
"I'm shocked that you don't remember me, Taker."
"Should I know who you are?"
"Yes, you should. I'm surprised that you don't remember me, Taker! I'll give you a little hint," I said as I was putting my voice as childlike as possible. "Please, Mr. Taker, you have to take me away from here. My family kicked me out on the street! Please, Mr. Taker, let me go with you!!!" I said as I watch Taker 'pretend' to try and remember me.
Realization finally hit him, "Angel? Angel, is that you girl?"
"Damn, right it's me, Taker. I came here for one reason and for one reason only. The reason I came down here was to find you. When I found out that you weren't getting along with the Hardy Boyz, I got pissed because they were the ones who trained me. I left Texas to get a start fresh and moved to North Carolina. I met Matt and Jeff at the gym where they worked out in. So last Monday night at Raw, when you had the impromptu match with each other and Lita tried to give you her signature move that made me pissed off even more. I decided to come down the ramp and give Lita the 'Angel Twist' was because she was trying to make your hatred with the Hardy Boyz grow. What Lita did was wrong. I don't approve of what happened between three friends of mine. There is something that you said was true, Taker. I do respect you, but there's something that you said was wrong. You do need to depend on people for help. Taker, I'm here to tell you that I'm staying here until you, Matt and Jeff become friends, whether you like it or not!" I stared at Taker, nodding my head as he paced around the ring; shaking his head 'no.' "I suggest that you remember that because if you don't, my respect for you is going to disappear." With that, I left the stage and walked through the curtain.
When I walked through the curtain, Jeff was standing there with open arms. I walked into them, shaking like a leaf. "Babe, you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't understand why I'm shaking so much!"
"I'm sure that it's just your nerves. You were awesome out there when you talked back to Mark. It's a first time that I've heard a female talk to Taker that way."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Sweetheart, that was amazing. Did you hear all the fans cheering for you?" Mark asked, when he came through the curtain.
"Yeah, I did. I think that's why I'm shaking right now. I don't believe that the fans are cheering for me. I got booed at last night," I said as I burrowed my eyebrows. Jeff and Mark laughed at my expression.
"We all got that at one point in our career. It's normal, but let me tell you something, the wrestling fans are the best because they give you all they got," Mark said and Jeff nodded.
"Thanks, Mark!!"
"You're more than welcome, sweetheart. I gotta go and grab something to eat. I'll see you guys later. Amy, let's go," Mark said as they both left. Amy had to be there since Mark and I had to do our promo. She always has to be near Mark, no questions asked.
"You hungry?" I asked Jeff
"Yeah, want to go to catering and get something to eat?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah, but could we eat in your locker room?" I asked.
"Thanks, guys. I just don't feel like eating at catering. I don't feel so good," I stated, as I leaned into Jeff for support.
"Do you want me to get something for you while you rest in our locker room?" Jeff asked.
"Could you do that?"
~Jeff's POV~
"Yeah, our locker room is on the way to catering. We can just stop by on the way," He said as I nodded. We headed towards our locker room. While we were walking in the hallway, I felt Sam start to slip as she walked. I decided to carry her to our locker room. Once I got there, Matt looked up worried and moved out of the way, so that I could put her on the couch. I felt her head and it was warm. I asked Matt to get a cold cloth to put over her head and he did. "Angel, are you feeling all right?" She mumbled something, but I couldn't hear what she said. "Honey, what did you say? I couldn't hear you."
"I feel hot. What's wrong with me, Jeff?"
"I don't know, honey. Matt, could you go get a medic, please?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll be back soon," Matt said as he left.
"Hang on tight, sweetheart. Matt is going to get someone to help you." I held her hand until Matt came back with a medic. I moved out of the way so that he could work with her.
"What's the problem?"
"I'm not sure, she was saying that she wasn't feeling good. Just now, she said that she felt hot. I put a cold cloth on her forehead. I'm hoping that it would help her out."
"How long as she been like this?"
"It started like a few minutes ago."
"Ok, give me room to work on her. I need to work on her to find out what's wrong," he said as he got his things open. "Does anybody know what her medical history?"
"No, but I bet that Adam knows. I'll go get him," Matt said as he left the locker room. Minutes later, both Matt and Adam came into the room.
"What's going on with her, Mike?" Adam asked as soon as he saw me.
"I can't really tell, but it looks like her body is reacting to too much stress. Has she gone through this before?"
"Yeah, once a couple of weeks before her Junior High school graduation. She was like this for a couple of days," Adam replied as he stroked her head.
"She might be going through that now," Mike replied. "But the question is, what's she's stressing over. Right now, just let her rest and then talk to her when she wakes up. She just needs to take it easy for now."
"Mike, she said that she was feeling hot. What's that about?" I said, as I sat down by her legs, and rubbing them.
"It might be a symptom. I'm not sure what it was exactly, but when she wakes up, talk to her more about her medical history. I suggest that she go to the hospital and get more tests to find out what's going on."
"All right, thanks Mike," I replied.
"No problem," he said as he left.
