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Well, where do I begin? Oh yeah. Everybody attended a party that we held at the house. It was the first one we held in months, more like years.
"Sean? Where do you guys keep the beer?" Asked Kevin Nash, who always asks the same question everytime he shows up. "Look up your ass, Kev." replied Paul Levesque, who was with his wife, Stephanie.
"I knew you loved me, thunderass."
"Only in a non homosexual way, you big queer ball."
"Haha, very funny, Paul. I'll look up your nose first."
"Whatever, dude. Hey Shawn. Want one?" Shawn, who was with Rebecca, Cameron, and their daughter Sasha, came over to the grill.
"Nah. I just wanna eat. Donnie, Becca wants the spare room. Diaper duty, you know."
"You know where it is. Pick any room."
"Ah. This is sweet. All of us here again. Too bad Chris isn't here."
"Yeah, man. He's here in spirit, though. Sean, how are you two doing with the transplant?"
"It's going well. No side effects, no problems. Donnie, how are you holding up? Wanna sleep?"
"Yeah. How did the transplant go? I see that you're moving kinda slow."
In case you didn't know, I went through the transplant. I have a shitload of stitches and staples, and I'm moving so slow that snails give me the finger. I went for an update, and everything went fine, I just need to wait another six months before I can try to have sex again. Sean has been so helpful, and Seanny.....well, he's just being him. What can I say?
"What, and miss this? I'm fine. I just need some water. Scott, do you mind?" Scott Steiner, who was staring at one of the female guests, snapped back into reality
"Yeah. No problem. In the back right?"
"See. Who says that you're not observant? Haha. Thank you, sweetie."
Brock Lesnar, who made the trip from London, came arm-in-arm with Trish. She was sporting a 2-carat ring, which turned into the topic of discussion for the moment. As the party progressed, we all went poolside.
"Sean, when are you coming back, man?"
"I'll be back in a month. I'm still training those kids in OVW, plus I might be doing Tough Enough 12. It's not in stone yet."
"Great, man. Lance, do you need anything man. A pillow or something?"
"No, thank you. I'm still getting used to this wheelchair, that's all."
"Lance, I'm still sorry, man."
"Sean, why? It wasn't your fault, man. Shit happens. Everything happens for a reason. I have no regrets."
"I don't feel any better, but that means alot coming from you."
"Anyway, on a lighter note, Brock, how's the wedding coming along?"
Brock dropped his spoon of potato salad, and looked at everybody.
"Yes! Another Hooter party! I got you covered!"
"No, Paul. You don't. I heard about Sean's. He was late for his own wedding."
"Aw, Brock. It was just a minor setback. He still made it."
"Yeah. He did. Donnie almost killed all of you guys." And we all laughed. We talked about that day, and Paul talked about his, which ended up on the front page of every tabloid for the riot that broke out afterwards. We were all having fun, until Gabby showed up, and that was when everything stopped.
"What the hell are you doing here? You aren't welcome here."
"Paul, mind your business. Worry about your wife, you asshole!"
"You bitch! You are so glad that I..."
"Paul, I got this. Get out!"
"What? And miss this beautiful occasion? I thought you of all people would miss me, Sean."
"Like I miss the flu. At least the flu is more useful."
"Aw Sean. You always knew how to say the right things."
"Why don't you leave. Nobody wants you here. We don't like you, and there is no reason to why you're here."
"Oh, I beg to differ, Brock. Sean forgot to mention to his charming and ever so humble wife that we have a bit of unfinished business."
"Gabby, I'm trying really hard, not to hurt you."
"Donnie, whatever. You need to wake up! You think that he's all of a sudden being faithful to you? Come on! Even you are not that stupid!"
"He is! You are just a bitter bitch. Why don't you go and ruin somebody elses' life!"
"Ok, I'll do that when you tell Sean tells the truth."
"About what?"
"Donnie, just go upstairs. You don't need to be here for this."
"Aww. How sweet. Big Kevin Nash is saving the day, too bad that he can't save his own...what is it now? Third marriage?"
"I rather have three marriages, than be married to you once!"
"Anyway, not that you mean anything, I just came to say my peace."
"Donnie? Donnielle? Can you hear me? Yo, you probably spaced out, and I know what that means. Sean! you and Paul take her upstairs."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Steve, will you do the honors?" Steve Williams, who had 8 too many, pulled Gabby to the gate.
"Ooh. The wifebeater's gonna toss me out. How convienient."
"You need to go. I don't hit women, but let's face it, you're not a woman."
"Steve, please. I'll leave when I get good and ready. She needs to hear the truth about Sean!"
"What about me?"
"You know that you got me pregnant, and you made me get rid of it! I should have kept it to make you squirm."
"What? Bitch, you are crazy! How did Chris put up with you?"
"Don't you dare put Chris's name in your mouth! You were his best friend, and you let him die! To make matters worse, you just fucked me, and tossed me like a bad toothbrush. And I'm supposed to feel sorry for you because your wife can't have anymore kids because she's damaged goods?"
"You were never pregnant. Why am I even listening to this. Just go, Gabby."
"Fuck you, and everybody here, even your baboon-organ having wife! May she die for what she did to me!"
Everything just ended right then and there. I don't remember much, but all people kept telling me was that Sean just grabbed her by her throat and pushed her over the gate. Steve, Kevin, and Shawn had to pull him off of her. According to Brock, she threw a punch, and missed, and Sean had a handfull of hair. Trish and Jacinda had to call a cab and send her on her way. Sean called the police and told them the situation. John and Paul dragged me upstairs when I threw a bottle at her. John said that it landed on her back, but it didn't shatter. I guess that's a good thing. I swear that I don't remember that. John did say that I had that blank look on my face. the last time that happned, let's just say that the person didn't look to good in the end. My party ended on a good note, even with all of that crap that went on.
Disclaimer: Sorry for the delay in this story, and thank you for the reviews. Anyway, on with the story already :)
**************
Well, where do I begin? Oh yeah. Everybody attended a party that we held at the house. It was the first one we held in months, more like years.
"Sean? Where do you guys keep the beer?" Asked Kevin Nash, who always asks the same question everytime he shows up. "Look up your ass, Kev." replied Paul Levesque, who was with his wife, Stephanie.
"I knew you loved me, thunderass."
"Only in a non homosexual way, you big queer ball."
"Haha, very funny, Paul. I'll look up your nose first."
"Whatever, dude. Hey Shawn. Want one?" Shawn, who was with Rebecca, Cameron, and their daughter Sasha, came over to the grill.
"Nah. I just wanna eat. Donnie, Becca wants the spare room. Diaper duty, you know."
"You know where it is. Pick any room."
"Ah. This is sweet. All of us here again. Too bad Chris isn't here."
"Yeah, man. He's here in spirit, though. Sean, how are you two doing with the transplant?"
"It's going well. No side effects, no problems. Donnie, how are you holding up? Wanna sleep?"
"Yeah. How did the transplant go? I see that you're moving kinda slow."
In case you didn't know, I went through the transplant. I have a shitload of stitches and staples, and I'm moving so slow that snails give me the finger. I went for an update, and everything went fine, I just need to wait another six months before I can try to have sex again. Sean has been so helpful, and Seanny.....well, he's just being him. What can I say?
"What, and miss this? I'm fine. I just need some water. Scott, do you mind?" Scott Steiner, who was staring at one of the female guests, snapped back into reality
"Yeah. No problem. In the back right?"
"See. Who says that you're not observant? Haha. Thank you, sweetie."
Brock Lesnar, who made the trip from London, came arm-in-arm with Trish. She was sporting a 2-carat ring, which turned into the topic of discussion for the moment. As the party progressed, we all went poolside.
"Sean, when are you coming back, man?"
"I'll be back in a month. I'm still training those kids in OVW, plus I might be doing Tough Enough 12. It's not in stone yet."
"Great, man. Lance, do you need anything man. A pillow or something?"
"No, thank you. I'm still getting used to this wheelchair, that's all."
"Lance, I'm still sorry, man."
"Sean, why? It wasn't your fault, man. Shit happens. Everything happens for a reason. I have no regrets."
"I don't feel any better, but that means alot coming from you."
"Anyway, on a lighter note, Brock, how's the wedding coming along?"
Brock dropped his spoon of potato salad, and looked at everybody.
"Yes! Another Hooter party! I got you covered!"
"No, Paul. You don't. I heard about Sean's. He was late for his own wedding."
"Aw, Brock. It was just a minor setback. He still made it."
"Yeah. He did. Donnie almost killed all of you guys." And we all laughed. We talked about that day, and Paul talked about his, which ended up on the front page of every tabloid for the riot that broke out afterwards. We were all having fun, until Gabby showed up, and that was when everything stopped.
"What the hell are you doing here? You aren't welcome here."
"Paul, mind your business. Worry about your wife, you asshole!"
"You bitch! You are so glad that I..."
"Paul, I got this. Get out!"
"What? And miss this beautiful occasion? I thought you of all people would miss me, Sean."
"Like I miss the flu. At least the flu is more useful."
"Aw Sean. You always knew how to say the right things."
"Why don't you leave. Nobody wants you here. We don't like you, and there is no reason to why you're here."
"Oh, I beg to differ, Brock. Sean forgot to mention to his charming and ever so humble wife that we have a bit of unfinished business."
"Gabby, I'm trying really hard, not to hurt you."
"Donnie, whatever. You need to wake up! You think that he's all of a sudden being faithful to you? Come on! Even you are not that stupid!"
"He is! You are just a bitter bitch. Why don't you go and ruin somebody elses' life!"
"Ok, I'll do that when you tell Sean tells the truth."
"About what?"
"Donnie, just go upstairs. You don't need to be here for this."
"Aww. How sweet. Big Kevin Nash is saving the day, too bad that he can't save his own...what is it now? Third marriage?"
"I rather have three marriages, than be married to you once!"
"Anyway, not that you mean anything, I just came to say my peace."
"Donnie? Donnielle? Can you hear me? Yo, you probably spaced out, and I know what that means. Sean! you and Paul take her upstairs."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Steve, will you do the honors?" Steve Williams, who had 8 too many, pulled Gabby to the gate.
"Ooh. The wifebeater's gonna toss me out. How convienient."
"You need to go. I don't hit women, but let's face it, you're not a woman."
"Steve, please. I'll leave when I get good and ready. She needs to hear the truth about Sean!"
"What about me?"
"You know that you got me pregnant, and you made me get rid of it! I should have kept it to make you squirm."
"What? Bitch, you are crazy! How did Chris put up with you?"
"Don't you dare put Chris's name in your mouth! You were his best friend, and you let him die! To make matters worse, you just fucked me, and tossed me like a bad toothbrush. And I'm supposed to feel sorry for you because your wife can't have anymore kids because she's damaged goods?"
"You were never pregnant. Why am I even listening to this. Just go, Gabby."
"Fuck you, and everybody here, even your baboon-organ having wife! May she die for what she did to me!"
Everything just ended right then and there. I don't remember much, but all people kept telling me was that Sean just grabbed her by her throat and pushed her over the gate. Steve, Kevin, and Shawn had to pull him off of her. According to Brock, she threw a punch, and missed, and Sean had a handfull of hair. Trish and Jacinda had to call a cab and send her on her way. Sean called the police and told them the situation. John and Paul dragged me upstairs when I threw a bottle at her. John said that it landed on her back, but it didn't shatter. I guess that's a good thing. I swear that I don't remember that. John did say that I had that blank look on my face. the last time that happned, let's just say that the person didn't look to good in the end. My party ended on a good note, even with all of that crap that went on.
