Sorry my format keeps changing around so much, it's just that my computer is ALWAYS giving me issues it seems...*sigh* Also my apologies for taking so long to update...been suffering a huge case of writer's block... Anyway, here's the next chapter...in this one, the thoughts are surrounded like this...'thought' Just to clear that up...hope you enjoy...:) As usual, I own nothing affiliated with the show...though it would be super cool if I did...;) Thanks for all the reviews...

POINT PLACE, WISCONSIN

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

3:42 PM

ERIC FORMAN'S BASEMENT



"You and Jackie did not do it." Hyde says, looking at Kelso disbelievingly.

"No, we so did it!" exclaims Kelso, irritated that none of his friends appear to believe him.

"You're always saying that you did it." Fez informs him, sounding rather exasperated with Kelso by this point.

"Kelso, she wears the pants and they have never come off." Eric replies disgustedly from his place on the arm of the couch.

"Look at my face. This is a face that did it!" Kelso responds defensively, as he turns his face back and forth, showing the guys both sides.

All three of them stare at his face in silence as he does this.

Finally Fez, in awe, comes out with, "Holy Smokes, I think he did it!"

"Kelso did it!!" Hyde, Eric, and Fez all exclaim, as Kelso hops on the couch grinning like the village idiot.

"Yeah, congratulations man. Plus you did it in record time." Hyde informs him with 'enthusiasm'.

"Yeah, you think?" asks Kelso; once again missing the veiled burn Hyde's just tossed him.

"No, you moron! You've been kissing her ass for over a year!" replies Hyde, his voice laced with sarcasm. 'Man, this guy has absolutely no clue…how on earth has he gotten by this long?'

"Yeah, well that's all over man. It's hard to explain to you kids that have never had sex before…" Kelso begins giddily as he looks at both Eric and Fez, then he continues arrogantly, "…but when you're with a woman something chemical happens to her. Now Jackie's totally different. She's like my love slave. Oh yeah, I'm that good!"

Donna and Jackie walk in the side door, interrupting Kelso's rant.

"Hey guys!" greets Donna enthusiastically. ' Is it me, or is Hyde looking really good today…'

"Hi sweetie, how are you?" Jackie adds in a lovey-dovey voice as she walks over to Kelso on the couch. 'I'm afraid that if I don't be nice to Michael now that we've made sweet love and the mystery's over that he'll leave…so as much as I don't like this, I'm gonna have to suck it up…for a while anyway…'

"Well actually I'm a little bit chilly, but I left my coat up in the car," replies Kelso, as he wraps his arms around himself and 'shivers'. 'I'm loving the new Jackie…it's nice to be in charge for a change…I'm so tired of losing face in front of the guys, it's making me look bad…'

"Oh, I'll go get it for you! Miss me!" exclaims Jackie. She blows a kiss in Kelso's direction and runs out to the car.

"Handy little thing, isn't she?" boasts Kelso. 'Yeah, I'm loving this…'

"Okay, that was so cool!" responds Eric grinning.

"Cool?" asks Donna, condescendingly. ' Man, Eric can be such a pig…I mean look at Hyde, the burn was right there and he didn't even say anything…he's been so much nicer lately…I still wonder why he hasn't said anything about the kiss we shared on the ski trip…I kind of figured he would've said something by now…could it possibly be because even after that, I'm still with Eric? I mean, Eric's nice and all, but our relationship just hasn't worked out like I hoped it would…'

"And by cool I mean wrong and stupid." Eric replies quickly. 'Excellent save…'

"Alright, shut up, shut up! Wrestling's back on," Hyde exclaims, while staring at the television. He leans over and turns up the volume.

"Oh, I love wrestling!" Donna squeals with glee. She grabs Eric and puts him in a headlock, mashing his face right into her chest. ' I do love wrestling with Eric though…probably cause I always win…besides, somehow I have a feeling wrestling with Hyde would turn into something far more serious…' She cuts off her reverie, and noticing that Eric is just sitting there like a piece of dead meat continues, "Come on, you're not even fighting back!"

Hyde looks at them, with irritation and jealously, and spits out, "Why would he fight back?" ' I know I wouldn't be fighting back if I was in Forman's place…why is she still all lovey-dovey with him anyway? I thought the ski trip might've been the start of something between us…she certainly wasn't fighting me during that kiss…unless I was imagining things…apparently I was wrong…again…how is it that in spite of everything, Forman always wins? If he wasn't my best friend, I swear to god, I'd hate him…'

Donna lets go of Eric, and glances in Hyde's direction for a second. 'Gee, what's up with him…if I didn't know better he sounded upset that I was wrestling with Eric…but that couldn't be it, could it?' Donna loses her train of thought as the TV announcer says that Rocky Johnson is coming to Kenosha on Saturday and that he will fight twenty midgets.

"Rocky Johnson's coming to Kenosha, oh man we gotta go!" Eric shouts eagerly.

"I'm in! I love midgets man." Hyde replies with enthusiasm, his irritation temporarily forgotten at the prospect of seeing a live wrestling show.

"Eric, I need to see you up here," shouts Red exasperatedly from upstairs.

"Okay, I'll be right up!" Eric yells up in response. However, rather than going upstairs, he settles into his place on the couch and continues watching TV.

"You're not going up?" asks Fez fearfully.

"I'll go up when I'm ready!" replies Eric, in an obvious attempt at defiance. ' Whenever Dad wants me to go upstairs, it's never good…might as well stay down here as long as I can…'

"Ohh!!!" everyone responds, catching on to Eric's little plan. They turn back to the TV, and are all thinking, 'Yep, he's dead…'

FORMAN KITCHEN

Kitty is folding Laurie's laundry and putting it into the basket.

"So I just said to myself, 'I don't care if all I have is dirty laundry and no money. I'm going home to see my parents because I love them very much.'" Laurie informs her mother 'enthusiastically'.

"Aww," Red mutters disgustedly.

As Kitty continues digging through the laundry, she picks up a pair of white boxer shorts and holds them up for all to see. "Oh my, oh well, will you look at these!" she adds as she rolls her eyes.

Upon seeing this, Laurie says defensively, "Yeah Mom, all the girls are wearing them," and nods. 'They'll buy that right…?'

Eric walks up from the basement, wondering what it was his father must have wanted to get him in trouble for this time.

Laurie pounces on this in an attempt to take the heat off herself…for a while anyway… "Eric, where have you been?"

Red takes the bait and looks in his son's direction, "Yeah Eric, I called you five minutes ago."

"I was watching wrestling." Eric informs him hurriedly as he points toward the basement door.

"Did you take those books back to the library like I asked you?" Red inquires in a mildly irritable tone.

"Uh, yeah, I took 'em back," replies the rather unconvincing and faltering Eric.

"Well then why did I see them in the backseat of your car?" Red counters angrily.

"Well I took them back to the car, which means that they're practically at the library." Eric responds nervously as he looks at his shoes.

"You know Dad, I feel sorry for all the good kids who wanted to read those books. That's who I feel sorry for." Laurie interjects with 'pity'. 'Hey, getting Daddy mad at Eric, is like a win-win…'

"Ok it's five books, a nickel a book, big deal, I'm out a quarter." Eric continues, nonchalantly.

"It's not about the money, son. It's about the rules. And without rules we might as well all be up in a tree flinging our crap at each other!" Red screams, furious now. 'What a dumbass…he never would've survived in Korea if he can't even manage to take a couple stinking books back to the library on time…'

"Uh, ok." Eric mumbles in an obvious attempt to end the conversation. 'Why is he always bugging me about this crap? I mean, look at Laurie…she's the devil, yet she's the favourite…just what the hell is going on here?'



"The library closes in a half an hour, so get your ass over there." Red orders his son.

"Dad, you know all my friends are downstairs so…" Eric retorts and gestures toward the basement door again. 'If he thinks I'm gonna leave my friends downstairs while I go return some dirty old library books, he better think again…'

"Hey, hey, hey pal, I'm not the bad guy here. Now you screwed yourself when you didn't return those books. Now go!" Red counters. 'I don't care if the Queen of England was downstairs, he just better get his lazy ass to the library before I put my foot in it…'

Eric pops out with a streak of defiance, "Okay, no!" 'I don't give a crap about the books and I'm not leaving…why does he always have to be such a lame ass anyway?'

Red gets up in a threatening manner and towers over Eric furious, "Did you say "No"? Are you telling me "No"? Is that what I'm hearing?"

Eric takes the bait and issues the challenge, "Yeah."

They eye each other up as the type of Western music you would hear in gunfight starts to play. Kitty walks beside them, starts to shake, and generally looks terrified. "Oh dear."

FORMAN KITCHEN

Kitty is setting the table as Red sits and reads the paper.

"You know what's interesting?" she asks.

"No." Red replies as he turns the newspaper page and continues reading.

"When you talk to Laurie you actually have a conversation, but with Eric you just give orders." Kitty points out, frustrated.

At this, Red finally looks up at her and says with exasperation, "Kitty, he said 'no' to me." He then goes back to reading his paper.

"Well he's getting older, Red. I think it's time you two developed a friendship. 'Cause if you don't he'll move away and we'll never see him again. Is that what you want? Red?!" Kitty exclaims, terrified with the prospect of losing her youngest born, and then hits him on the arm.

Red responds falteringly, "I can't be friends with Eric. He's too...twitchy." 'Not to mention what a pansy ass he is…frankly I'm rather surprised and annoyed that he stood his ground for a change…mostly annoyed though...I swear he was just itching for me to put my foot up his ass… Where does Kitty get these ideas of me spending time with Eric anyway? A boy needs discipline…not some pansy ass friendship…that's what all those kids who seem to think they live here are for…'

"Well, Red, until I see you make some kind of effort, I'm just gonna keep bringing it up." Kitty replies flippantly. 'Red Forman, you're gonna spend time with your son if it kills me…'

"Threats aren't gonna work Kitty," he replies in a warning tone, and resumes reading the paper.

Kitty replies to this by countering with, "In the middle of every newspaper you're reading, every nap you're taking, every football game you're watching, I'll be there talking, talking, talking, talking," while moving her hands in a gesture indicating incessant chatter.

Red just drops his head to the kitchen table in defeat.

FORMAN KITCHEN

Eric and Red are sitting at the table, waiting for dinner to be served. Laurie is sitting at the counter. Kitty walks across the kitchen with a bowl of mashed potatoes and assumes her place at the table.

Kitty looks over at her daughter, "Sit down Laurie, have some ribs."

"Mom, you know I'm on my water and yogurt diet!" Laurie exclaims irritably.

"Ok. Well isn't this nice, my whole family together, mostly, having family fun because that's what dinner is for…" Kitty begins by looking in Red's direction and basically ordering him to have a discussion with their son, "…right Red?"

Red concedes and looks in Eric's direction, "Ok. So, Eric, what happened at school today?"

"Why? What'd you hear?" Eric says defensively, with suspicion and fear. 'Dad never asks me that unless he's heard something…maybe I should get out of here or something before he blows up…'

"What's wrong with you? I can't ask a simple question?" Red interrogates, annoyed. 'I'm only doing this for Kitty…and this is what I get? Why am I even wasting my time?'

"Red, Red, you need some potatoes!" Kitty exclaims, and hurriedly plops a big mound of them on his plate, attempting to divert the upcoming storm.

Red takes the hint, and attempts to change tactics uneasily. "Uh...Good job on returning those books."

Eric looks down at the table and mutters, "Well yeah, I returned the books, even though it was kinda stupid." 'Don't think I really want Dad to hear that…'

"What?" asks Red, by now, rather annoyed and irritable. 'Probably some snarky ass remark from Mr. Smart Mouth over there…I swear he goes out of his way to piss me off or something…must really be looking for my foot in his ass…deserves it too for making me look bad…'

"He said it was stupid daddy." Laurie informs him flippantly, looking up from her yogurt. 'And that little brother is why I'm the favourite…take the heat off of me by putting it on you…'

Kitty again attempts to divert the conversation away from certain disaster by looking in Eric's direction and inquiring, "Ok, ok. Eric, what are you going to do this weekend?"

"Oh, me and the gang are gonna catch that wrestling match in Kenosha." Eric replies offhandedly, looking up from his dinner. 'Man, Laurie's the devil…I need to get even with her for this… Good thing Mom jumped in, cause Dad was really starting to look mad...'

"Oh well now isn't that something?" Kitty begins in a conspiratorial manner. She looks toward Red, and continues, "Because a certain Mr. Red Forman used to wrestle in high school." 'Those two are gonna spend some time together if it kills them…and by the looks of this dinner, it just might…'

"No, no, no, what I did then was real. That stuff on TV that's uh, that's all an act," says Red evasively. 'I can see what she's trying to do here…and there is no way it's going to work...'

"Oh I don't know. I bet if the two of you went together you'd really enjoy yourselves. Right guys?" Kitty counters. 'Stubborn as mules, the two of them…they're really more alike than they think… Thing is, I know if I push this enough, they'll cave… They are going to this wrestling match together, and that's all there is to it…'

As predicted, Eric and Red start objecting to this rather vehemently. Eventually Kitty decides she's heard enough objections and slams her fists on the table, effectively shutting Eric and Red up.

"So you're going!" Kitty orders them before she starts laughing.

FORMAN'S DRIVEWAY

The gang is getting ready to leave for Kenosha. Jackie opens the back door of the Cruiser.

Donna walks up to Jackie and taps her on the shoulder. "Jackie, what are you doing here? You hate wrestling," she inquires of the perky brunette.

Jackie gets a sappy look on her face, and responds sweetly with, "Michael likes it and anything that Michael likes, I like 'cause I like Michael." 'So far this sweet act has been working…but how much longer to do I have to endure this? I swear if I have to do this much longer, the sweetness will rot the teeth right out of my mouth…on second thought…it's all worth it for Michael…'

"Yeah, that's my girl!" Kelso replies encouragingly. They hug each other and get into the back of the Cruiser. 'I really love the new Jackie…wish I would've figured out how to make her like this sooner…'

"Oh, barf!" Donna exclaims disgustedly, placing her finger down her throat in a gagging gesture. 'Man, Kelso's a pig…'

"Come on, watch your legs!" Red informs the gang as he tries to shut the back door of the Cruiser, so they can be on their way. 'I really wish Kitty hadn't made me go along with all these weird kids…I mean, I'm pretty sure I've caught the foreign kid eating stuff off the floor, and Kelso? I won't even go there…'

Bob ambles over, sees everyone leaving, and starts hinting around that he would like to go along, as Midge is going to a therapy session. "Eh, taking the gang to the wrestling matches, huh? Ah, I guess I'll just sit home alone tonight since Midge is going to some therapy thing. I'll be alone..."

Red looks over at him with pity, "Get in the car Bob!"

Bob goes to the back door of the car, extremely happy that he won't have to spend the evening by himself.

"Eric, gimme the keys." Red orders his son, and puts out his hand. 'I know the way these kids drive nowadays…if he thinks I'm gonna let him drive, he's got another thought coming…'

"Why can't I drive?" Eric counters, in his defense. 'Doesn't he even trust me to get him there safely? Geez, what a hard ass...'

"Because I wanna get there in one piece," explains Red, rather irritated at this point. Again he gestures for Eric to hand over the keys. 'Quit questioning me and hand over the keys dumbass…' At this point Kitty walks up behind Red to say goodbye to everyone, as well as break up the confrontation going on between father and son.

"Hey, can we get a move on, huh?! If I miss that twenty midget free for all, I'm gonna be super pissed!" Hyde exclaims exasperatedly, while leaning out the back window.

"Fine, you drive," Eric replies in irritated concession, and tossing Red the keys. 'Geez…I wish Dad could lighten up for just once in his life… Can we just get out of here already, I mean he has the keys, so what's the hold up?'

"Red…" Kitty begins warningly. 'Why can't he just relax and let Eric drive for a change? I mean, he's taken me to work many times…he doesn't drive that badly…in fact, he's a pretty good driver actually…'

"You know, on second thought, you should drive. After all, tonight I'm just one of the gang." Red replies uneasily, as he hands the car keys back to Eric, who then gets into the car. 'I wish she wouldn't make me do this…I mean if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have to go on this stupid outing in the first place…' "This isn't gonna work, you know. We're gonna kill each other," he turns to Kitty and utters as they prepare to depart. 'Might as well make one last effort to get out of this…'

"Well fine, kill each other. Just do it together!" Kitty orders him in response. 'In the future, they will be thanking me for this…I'm sure of it…'

VISTA CRUISER

Eric is driving, while Red is sitting beside him in the front nitpicking his driving. Everyone else is in the backseat wrestling with each other; Donna has Hyde in a head lock, similar to the one she had Eric in earlier; Fez is trying to put Bob into a stranglehold; Kelso is trying to pull Fez off of Bob and into a chokehold, while Jackie is attempting to pull him away from the rest of the gang, so he doesn't get hurt.

"Both hands on the wheel Eric. Ten and two, ten and two!" Red instructs his son sternly. 'I wish I would never have given this dumbass the keys back...then I would never have to contend with all these stupid kids goofing off in the backseat...and of course, little girl in big boy pants Bob just had to get everyone riled up...'

"Dad, if you wanna drive…" Eric begins falteringly, and turns toward his father reluctantly. 'If I would have known he was gonna be quite this annoying, I would've just let him drive in the first place...'

"No, no, no, that's alright. I'm just one of the gang." Red concedes nervously, then..."Yield Eric! That sign says yield!"

he exclaims. 'Dumbass can't even keep his eyes on the road...'

We now see Red driving the car, while everyone else sits silently staring straight ahead.

"Ah, that's better!" Red sighs in relief, a huge grin on his face.

THE WRESTLING ARENA



Red, Donna, and Eric are all sitting together.

"This is so ridiculous." Red says scowling, then looks to Eric and adds sternly, "When we get home tonight you better tell your mother we had a damn good time!" 'Dammit...everything here is so fake and expensive it's ridiculous...if it hadn't been for Kitty's harping I could've been home reading the paper right now rather than having to entertain this group of dumbasses...'

"Well, so far so good." replies Eric sarcastically. 'I wish he would've just stayed home...I know Mom meant well, but she knows Dad's done nothing but threaten to put his foot in my ass for the past 17 years...how does she figure that one outing would change that?'

"Yeah, yeah and now I've gotta go and spend two dollars for a ten cent beer!" Red snaps as he gets up and makes his way down the aisle.

"Gee, I'm so glad our dads came." Donna says amidst eye rolling. 'Why can't Red let up on Eric for even one night? What a hardass...and look at my dad...down the aisle crying the blues to poor Fez...not to mention Hyde...I really have to make a point of thanking them later for this...'

"At least yours is leaving you alone." Eric replies, glancing down the aisle. 'Unlike my dad...who never leaves me alone...'

"Yeah. Poor Fez, huh?" Donna responds. 'Fez seems to be getting the worst of it from what I can tell...but Hyde's having to hear it too...poor guys. Now, why didn't I mention about Hyde having to hear my dad's whining too? It's not like Eric suspects anything...' She glances at Eric again who looks back questioningly. 'Or does he?'

Eric, missing the direction of Donna's thoughts, but finally realizing she was talking about Fez replies, "Yeah."

They both look down the aisle where Bob is sitting near Fez, and has his arm around his shoulder. Hyde is sitting on the other side of Fez.

Bob keeps whining to Fez about his marital problems, while Fez looks on, somewhat sympathetically, but annoyed nonetheless. "There I was sittin' in the kitchen, just sittin' in the kitchen when boom, she tells me she needs therapy. Yeah Midge and I had a beautiful thing Fezzie, then it all went wrong."

Hyde looks over to Bob, "Yeah Bob, women are hell. Why don't you grab us all a beer and we'll talk it over." 'Gotta help out Fez here man...besides Bob is getting kinda annoying, and if he's gonna yammer on like this I may as well get a free beer out of it...on the other hand though, this oughta score me big points with Donna, though she's had eyes only for Forman since we got here...don't know why I waste my time with this stuff man...women are hell...'

Bob decides to try and pull the responsible 'parental' act for once..."I can get you sodas 'cause I know you're underage."

"Bob, this isn't about us. It's about you, and you need friends, and beer." Hyde informs him while shaking his head pitifully. 'I have no idea how a great girl like Donna could have a father like this...' He glances down the aisle wistfully at her for a couple seconds, and tosses an irritated look in Eric's direction when he puts his arm around her. 'Wonder if Bob will get us those beers now...it's gonna be a long night....'

"Hey, how stupid do you think I am?" Bob snaps back defensively.

"Why don't we grab a beer and we'll talk it over?" counters Hyde persistently. 'If I hammer him enough, I'm sure he'll get us that beer...he needs someone to whine to about Midge, and there's no one but us around...'

"Ah, no." Bob retorts simply.

At this point, Hyde is getting rather irritated. He brushes Bob off by mocking him with an imitation of himself, "Well then Bob, you're on your own." 'Screw this...I'll just go find another way to get that beer...hell, getting away from Bob, and from seeing Donna with Forman is an added bonus...'

"See how you drive people away!" Fez adds in a disgusted tone, as both he and Hyde get up and walk away, leaving Bob alone.

WRESTLING ARENA

The First Match

Red has his eyes focused on the wrestling matches, while asking, "What's going on here?"

Eric too, is focused on the match in progress. He points to the wrestler coming into the ring and replies, "Ok, see that guy getting in the ring? That's Rocky Johnson." He turns and looks in his father's direction and exclaims excitedly, "Yeah, he's the best!"

Rocky enters the ring, and starts wrestling with a couple of midgets...one of whom bites him on the leg.

"The best?! They're not even fighters. I mean, it's all tricks. I could get up there, right now and-" Red begins in earnest protest, then riveted by the match cuts himself off mid-rant and exclaims giddily, "Oh damn! He dropped that guy right on his head!" and starts to laugh while taking a swig of his beer. 'You know, this evening might not be so bad after all...even with the dumbasses...'

"Yeah!" Eric exclaims, just as excited. 'You know, this evening with Dad isn't turning out as badly as I feared. Hell, I'm even starting have fun...who would've thought...? But unless I'm mistaken, Hyde was tossing me some pretty dirty looks...seriously, what's up with that?'

LATER, ANOTHER MATCH

The first wrestler has a second wrestler in a headlock. He looks up and addresses the audience, "Yeah, that's right, I got him! He's not goin' anywhere!" before he finishes the match and wins.

At this point the second wrestler is getting pretty angry and attempts to pin the first one, who turns around and shouts, "Yeah, get off me! I'm the winner here!"

We now see Kelso who is engrossed in the match, his gaze completely riveted. He tosses a side comment to Jackie, who is sitting beside him. "Man, It's hot in here, huh?"

"Oh you poor thing!" she replies pitifully before searching her drink for a chunk of ice. Upon finding one, she rubs it on Kelso's forehead. 'I really love Michael, and if I have to be nice to keep him I will...or I may die trying because I am really getting of this...but it's worth it...' She continues to baby him, "Is that better, sweetie?"

"Oh Yeah!" Kelso exclaims elated. 'This new Jackie is really workin' out...she's a definite keeper...and a handy lil thing...'

Donna walks up to them. Upon seeing them she gets a disgusted and annoyed look on her face. She looks right at Jackie and says demandingly, "Jackie, can I talk to you for a second?" 'If I have to see one more second of this, I swear I'm gonna barf...Hyde would never treat me this way...Eric man, you mean Eric would never treat you this way...hell, am I even sure anymore?'

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Jackie begins distractedly, still gazing at Kelso adoringly. Then, "Michael…"

Donna realizes that she'll never get her cheerleader friend out of there outside of using sheer force. With that thought in mind, she grabs her by the arm and pulls her out of the chair, and away from Kelso.

"OWW!" Jackie exclaims, and rubs her arm after Donna releases her. 'Geez, what a lumberjack...if she doesn't watch it, she'll bruise someone...wonder what she found so important that she had to tear me away from Michael...'

"Jackie, what the hell is going on between you and Kelso?" Donna asks pointedly. 'I hope it's not what I'm thinking it is, cause that's just gross...'

"Look, Michael Kelso and I have made beautiful love." Jackie answers, and stares of into space wistfully. 'Ah, okay...that's what she wanted...I hope Michael doesn't need anything...and the lumberjack has looked kinda distracted herself this evening...I have a feeling I know why, but I've been laying low this past week or so, hoping that Nancy Drew will find some clues...'

"Eww! I mean...No, eww!" Donna replies disgustedly and shudders, before looking directly at her and inquiring pointedly, "Why are you being such a doormat?" 'Hey, at least the heat's off of me for a while...and she's not pestering me for a change about Eric and Hyde...for a while there she wouldn't leave me alone...gee, now that I think about it, I wonder if she's up to something...eh, probably not...looks like she's got her hands full with Kelso...seriously...Eww!'

"Look, I have to be nice." Jackie counters, and looks over toward Kelso. Then she turns her gaze back to Donna and asks worriedly, "What if he gets bored now?" 'As much as this annoys me...I do love him...and I'm afraid to lose him...so I'll be this way as long as I have to...'

"Bored?" Donna asks with sarcasm and disdain. Then, "Jackie, he's gonna wanna do it again." 'You would think, she of all people would realize this...she actually has Kelso more wrapped around her little finger than ever...if only my love life problems were so simple. Eric or Hyde? How on earth am I supposed to decide? I mean, Hyde's sweet in ways I never would have expected...and the kisses? Wow! Eric's never kissed me quite like that... In fact, I have been feeling rather distant with Eric lately...I mean he's a great guy and all, but our relationship never took off quite the way I hoped it would. I know I need to speak to them both about it, but how? I mean, Hyde hasn't mentioned kiss on the ski trip since then...so maybe I'm simply making it into more than it was...though I do still sometimes catch little looks and actions from him that make me think that's not so. But if it's not, and he wants more, why hasn't he come to me about it? I mean, he initiated the kiss to begin with, so he should come to me about it...Could it be because of Eric...? Speaking of Eric, I know he's been getting kind of suspicious lately too...he hasn't come right out and said anything, but you can just tell that he knows something is going on...'

Oblivious to her friend's inner struggle, Jackie comes out with a boastful sounding, "So, what you're saying is I'm totally in charge." 'Hmm...never would've thought about him wanting to do it again...the lumberjack just may be on to something there...'

This effectively cuts off Donna's inner dialogue. She turns back to her bossy midget friend and begins falteringly, "Well, I mean a partner…"

Jackie cuts her off though, high in her exuberance and newfound power. "No, no, no, I own him! I am the Man!" 'Finally a way out of putting on the nice, put upon girlfriend...'

"Well, Jackie, I…" Donna counters falteringly. 'I didn't intend for her to take it like this...but then again, it's Jackie, so...'

The petite brunette, puts her hand on Donna's arm and looks her directly in the eyes with a look of gratitude for her newfound freedom. "No, no. Thank you Donna."

THE REFRESHMENTS STAND

Hyde walks up to the stand and speaks with the attendant. 'If Bob won't get me a beer, I guess I'll have to do it myself...' "Good evening Sir. I would like a refreshing cola please."

"And get me a beer, son!" Fez, who is out of view exclaims in a deep voice.

"Ok, Dad, sure." Hyde replies, and looks off toward Fez before turning back to the attendant. "And a beer for my dad..." 'I hope this works cause I really need that beer...between Bob's rambling, and seeing Donna get cozy with Forman, this isn't exactly turning into a stellar night...even with the twenty midget free for all...'

He continues to stand and wait for the attendant to bring him the beer. After a few minutes of waiting, he realizes he's not going to be getting the beer. 'Dammit...I was hoping this would work...now what...? Guess it's back to pestering Bob...' He just looks at the attendant and says nonchalantly, "You're not gonna get me that beer are you?"

Fez walks up, wondering what the hold up on the beer situation is. He continues using the same deep voice and addresses Hyde with, "What seems to be the problem, son?"

BACK TO RING

A wrestler gets thrown out of the ring and lands at Eric and Red's feet. They both get up in a confrontational manner toward the wrestler.

Eric speaks first, shouting at the wrestler, "What are you doing? Don't just sit there!"

Red then comes in with, "Get up you big moose! Look, he's laughing at you." 'Man, this really is turning out to be fun...who would've thought...? I'll never tell Kitty that I actually enjoyed myself though, or she'll make hanging out with these dumbasses a regular occurrence...'

The wrestler just looks at them sternly, trying pitifully to defend himself and look somewhat confrontational. "I give and I give and I give!"

Red just looks at him scornfully, and counters with a sarcastic, "Boo hoo. Get back in the ring!"

The wrestler gives them both a threatening look before heading back into the ring. Confrontation over, Red and Eric sit back down beside each other. Red looks over at Eric with a smile on his face and says, "Hey this is fun." before turning back and continuing to watch the match.

LOCKER ROOM DOOR

Eric and Red are standing and waiting for Rocky Johnson to sign autographs.

He walks up and Eric steps up, pen and paper in hand and inquires, "Hey Rocky Johnson. Hey Mr. Johnson, Sir, may I have your autograph?" Rocky walks past like he didn't even hear him and heads into the locker room.

Red looks at his son expectantly. "Eric, go in there and get your autograph." he demands with impatience. 'That guy should've stopped to sign the autograph for Eric...what an ass...'

Eric looks at the door, then turns back to Red. "No way Dad, the sign says wrestlers only." he replies nervously. 'He's actually being nice for a change...something's up here...I'm not gonna take the bait, only to have him kick my ass later...'

"So?" Red counters, shrugging to indicate that the sign shouldn't stop him. 'If the dumbass doesn't go in there, I'll end up having to go myself...and if I have to do that, you better believe I won't be getting the autograph for him...'

Eric counters by throwing Red's previous rant back in his face. "So, that's a rule. As I remember, a great man once said to me if we were to break the rules, the world would just be filled with tree climbing crap flingers." 'I wonder how he'll react to his own saying...this may get interesting...'

Red just responds with a simple, "Yeah." Then he continues, breaking his own rule, "Now follow me. You want your autograph or no?" 'Why are you being such a dumbass? That advice doesn't apply to everything...sometimes you have to fight for what you want, or you'll just get stomped on for being all twitchy and weird...'

They both push the door open and walk in, and see Rocky immediately. "There he is!" Red exclaims and points right at him.

Eric walks up to Rocky with a look of awe and admiration on his face. "Mr. Johnson, you gave that team of midgets an ass whoopin', sir." he gushes. 'I'm so glad Dad made me come in here...WOW! Rocky Johnson...wait till everyone hears about this...'

"When you pile drive a little guy, the whole crowd turns on you. Then when you're standing there, wondering what they're booing about, you get bit on the knee caps." Rocky replies, then looks toward his knees, "Look at my knees, midget bites."

After looking at the bites on Rocky's knee, Red directs him a request, "I wonder if you'd mind giving my son an autograph." 'More like one for me...I mean Eric was being all twitchy about coming in here, and he goes to these sorts of things all the time...and those matches were actually a lot of fun to watch, though I'll never tell Kitty that...'

Upon hearing this, the manager walks over and bites out, "No, no autographs."

"Look, I might be the only guy in here who's actually killed a man." Red replies, and assumes a menacing stance, complete with scowl. 'Stupid manager better not stop us from getting the autograph...he's really looking for a foot in his ass...'

The manager maintains his cool as he turns to Rocky and says, "Give the kid an autograph and then no more autographs."

"You know that's really nice, bringing your kid to a wrestling match. I got a son, and one day he's gonna become the most electrifying man in sports entertainment." Rocky boasts to Red as he prepares to sign the autograph.

"Yeah, well, good luck with that." Red replies', brushing him off, then directs, "Uh, wanna make that out to Red Forman." 'If we can only get one autograph, you can bet I'm getting it for me...not the twitchy dumbass over there that was too afraid to even come in here...'

Eric catches on to this and counters with, "No, no, I don't think so. It's Eric Forman, capital E-R-I-C." 'He didn't even want to be here in the first place, and now he's downright lying to get the autograph? Not gonna happen...nope nope, it's not...'

"Yeah but see, his nickname is Red." 'Forget it son, there's no way you're getting that autograph...'

"No, it's not." 'Give it up already Dad...'

"Stop kidding around, Red." Red adds, and taps him in the arm jokingly. 'Sign the autograph already Rocky, so we can get the hell outta here...and sign it to Red...'

BACK TO THE RING SIDE

Kelso, eyes riveted to the ring, 'subtly' makes a suggestion to Jackie sitting beside him. "You know, babe, a soda would taste pretty good right about now." 'Yep...lovin' the new Jackie...'

Jackie, reverting to previous form upon realizing her newfound freedom counters with, "Yeah, you're right, a soda does sound pretty good. I'll have a diet." after thinking to herself, 'Donna's right, he will wanna do it again...and this is the perfect opportunity to let him know he can't walk all over me anymore...'

"I'll have a root beer..." Kelso responds, not taking his eyes off the ring. After a few seconds, he sees that Jackie hasn't moved, so he turns to her, makes kissy faces and adds, "Um, don't you wanna go get it for me, sweetie?" 'Something isn't quite right here...why isn't she running to get us the sodas? Dammit...I hope I haven't lost the new Jackie...'

Jackie looks at him with irritation and disgust. 'Doesn't he get it?! What an idiot...guess I'll have to be more direct then.' "Ok, let me clear it up for you. Get me a soda!!!! Now!!!!"

Upon hearing this, Kelso gets up and runs to the concession stand like the hounds of hell are after him. Jackie taps Donna on the shoulder as Donna moved to sit beside them when Red left with Eric. She's been tossing glances in Hyde's direction every so often ever since, but at the moment her eye was on the ring. Jackie's tap startles her for a second before she composes herself and glares at Jackie, evidently annoyed.

"Did you see that?" Jackie asks, and gestures toward the departing Kelso. "I'm the man." she adds pointedly, gesturing toward herself. 'It feels so good to be in charge again...and to think, it's all thanks to the lumberjack'

DOWN THE AISLE

Bob walks over to Fez and Hyde with two beers in his hands. He sits down between them and hands one to each of them with a look of resignation on his face. He then puts one arm on Fez's shoulder, the other on Hyde's.

"It all started about six months ago when Midgy got a subscription to Cosmo…" Bob begins, as the two of them put up the pretense of listening, though both them are also caught up with the matches, and Hyde tosses the occasional wistful look in Donna's direction. At once point, their gazes meet for a second before both turn away.

FORMAN LIVING ROOM

Eric and Red are just getting in. Both appear to be in pretty good moods, which is surprising after the fight it took them to go anywhere together in the first place.

Eric turns to Red and says, "You know, thanks for letting me drive." 'I'm still amazed he actually let me drive home...especially after the fight we had on the way over there...Dad in a good mood is actually a little scary though...better enjoy it while it lasts, cause who knows when the other shoe is gonna drop...'

"Thanks for not killing me." Red replies breezily, a huge grin on his face. 'He actually drove home rather well after I just relaxed, sat back, and kept my mouth shut...amazing...turned out to be a pretty good night...dumbasses and all...hell, Rocky Johnson even added both Eric and Red to the autograph which was nice...'

"You know, I just had a lot of fun tonight with you Dad." Eric adds candidly, smile still on his face. 'I'm actually kinda glad Mom made me and Dad go to this thing together...though I'd never actually tell her that...wouldn't wanna push my luck since Dad's like almost always mad at me for some reason...'

"Yeah, me too." Red replies, still a bit surprised that he actually means what he's saying. 'For such a twitchy kid, he's really not all bad...not that I'll ever admit it to anyone, especially not to him or Kitty...they'll never let me hear the end of it...'

They turn to each other and get ready to wrestle.

"Oh you want some, huh?" Red says laughingly as they lock arms and commence wrestling each other.

"Yeah." Eric replies, just as enthusiastically as he tackles Red and puts him into a headlock. He gets a look of glorious victory on his face and adds a boastful, "Yes! Who's the king? Who's the king?!" 'You know...this is actually pretty fun...I really had fun with Dad tonight...hopefully we'll get along a bit better after this...though I'm not holding my breath...I mean it is Dad, after all...'

"Oww, my neck, oh!" Red exclaims, supposedly 'in pain'. 'You'll see that your Dad still has some good moves in him son...we'll just see who the king REALLY is...'

Eric lets him go, thinking he really hurt him. He starts to get all apologetic, evidently buying into his father's ploy, "Oh God, Dad I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Look I had no idea…"

Red, who was obviously faking takes this opportunity to tackle Eric and wrestle him into a headlock. Now he has the victorious grin on his face as he exclaims, "Now who's the king, huh?"

Eric just sits looking a bit dejected and disappointed in himself for not realizing the trap his father had set for him. He comes out with a meek, "You are." 'Should've realized he was faking...now I've lost my victory...oh well, at least I'm still having fun with Dad...'

Red then lets him out of the headlock and gives him a hug.