Hehehe.the cat comes crawling back in. Sorry I haven't been keeping this
story all posted up, but I started a new one called "WWE, Mary Sue: Meet
Big Brother. Something everyone should read, but not in a sacrilegious way.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the WWE, the performers or characters. I own Anya, and a characters known a John and Mark, who makes a short cameo. But that's it. If you say I own the WWE, I will sue you. I'm not the one bringing it down into the crap hole. And that is my Disclaimer vent. ~*~
"Follow my finger with your eyes." The medic attending to Anya directed.
"John, this really is a waste of time." Anya complained.
John, the medic ignored the comment. "What's the date and year?"
"June 23,. 2003."
"Okay. What's your name?" John asked.
"Anya Bearer."
"Don't roll your eyes. I have to ask the questions, even if they are stupid." John told Anya. "Who is the president?"
"George Bush." Anya said, exasperated.
"Okay, Anya you have a slight concussion." John reported. "Can you move forward a little bit?"
Anya gasped at the pain but did as she was told. "Mm-Hmm. You're going to need some X-rays. Looks like you may have cracked a few ribs." John noted. "Are you having any pains n your neck from the chokeslam?"
"No, I'm fine." Anya said, hitting his hands away.
"Anya."
"I'm Okay, John, really." Anya repeated and stood, trying to ignore the feelings of dizziness and nausea.
"Are you at least willing to stay with someone tonight, if you won't go to the hospital?" John asked as he finished filling out the forms.
"She's staying with me tonight." Trish said as she walked over to the medic station. "No arguments."
"Trish, I don't want to impose." Anya started.
"Hey, it's policy. You get a concussion, you stay with another wrestler." Trish reminded Anya, and quietly added. "And after that whole thing with Kane tonight, you may need a friend. Let's grab our stuff and go."
~*~
Trish and Anya rode in silence is Trish's rented car until Anya's cell went off. She wasn't going to answer, but Dave's name came up on the caller ID.
"Are you all right, Baby?" Dave asked as soon as she picked up. "I just saw the end of Raw."
"Hi Dave." Anya said so Trish knew whom she was talking to. "I'm fine. A bit of a concussion, though, So I'm staying with Trish tonight."
"Where are you?" Dave asked.
"In Trish's car. We're on our way back to the hotel. Room 122 at the Holiday Inn, the one we stayed in last time, right Trish?" Anya asked. Trish nodded and turned her attention back to the road.
"Fuck, your brother is screwed up." Dave muttered.
"Look Dave, we're going to be going through a tunnel." Anya said. "Can we talk about this tomorrow?"
"But" Dave started.
Anya shook her head and hung up the phone.
"Tunnel isn't for another mile." Trish pointed out. " With the way traffic's backed up, you would have had plenty of time to talk."
" I just don't want to talk about it tonight. I mean, how can I talk about it when I don't know what to say?" Anya asked. "Kane freaked out, we all knew what was going to happen, right?"
"Looked like you and Rob didn't." Trish said honestly.
"God, Rob. How is he?" Anya asked as she put her phone back in her bag.
"He's all right. A little sore from the chokeslam, hurt that it was his friend who did it." Trish informed her. "Worried about you. There isn't anything going on between you two, right?"
Anya laughed to herself, Apparently, Rob had not told the rest of his friends that he was gay. "No, we're just friends. I used to live up by Battle Creek for a while, remember?"
Trish nodded. She tried to come out with something to talk about the rest of the way, but it was as silent as before. When they finally pulled in the hotel parking lot 20 minutes later, she came up with an idea. "We should rent some scary movies, and get a whole bunch f junk food."
"Girl's night?" Anya laughed. "It sounds like fun. I need some of that tonight."
~*~
Trish woke up the next morning to knocking at the door. "Shit." she muttered to herself. "Hold on a minute!" She shouted at the door.
"Trish, it's Dave. Is Anya still there?" Dave shouted back. Anya came out of the bathroom in a robe with her wet hair in a sloppy ponytail. Anya unlocked the door and let him in.
"Hey, Baby." Dave said as he wrapped his arms around Anya. She tried not to let on to the pain she felt in her ribs.
"Hi." Anya said and laughed weakly. "We need to talk. I'm going to finish getting ready, and then you're taking me out for coffee."
"Okay." Dave said and took a seat on the small hotel couch.
~*~
You should eat, Anya." Dave reminded her as they sat down at a café. Their waitress had seen Anya's black eye and shot Dave a dirty look, as had many of the people sitting around them.
"I'm not hungry." Anya said absent-mindedly. "You didn't see Kane at the airport?"
"No. You figure he would have left right away?" Dave asked as the waitress brought their coffee.
"I don't know anymore." Anya sighed. "I'll see if Shane or Terri have heard anything from him."
"Maybe you should just give him some time to himself." Dave suggested.
"No. I f I give him time, Paul will get to him, brainwash him." Anya said, adding cream and sugar to the black coffee.
"Aren't you being a little dramatic?" Dave asked.
"You don't know him like I do, Dave. The man is evil." Anya responded.
"Kane or your father?" Dave asked.
~*~
Don't you see Kane? Everyone's against you. They all wanted a peak under your mask, and now they've seen it all." Paul Bearer prodded on.
"No, Kane repeated as he rocked back and forth in the corner of the same closet he had been preparing for his match in. "You're wrong." Kane had not put his mask back on after the match; he just didn't care about it anymore.
"I'm right, Kane. You know I am. That's why you went after Rob Van Dam and Anya. They lied to you, Kane. They didn't care: I heard them laughing at you, Kane." Paul shouted. "So did everyone else. You need to get them all."
"My friends" Kane started.
"They're not you're friends, Kane!" Paul shouted and smacked Kane across the face. "I am your only friend, the only person you can trust."
"You hurt me before. Like always and everyone else." Kane babbled.
"Don't you see Kane? Sean, Tori, Chyna, Rob, your brother and your sister, everybody else made me do that! I would never hurt you if I had a choice!" Paul reassured him. " You know that, right?"
"Maybe everyone else, not Anya.an accident, last night." Kane mumbled and got up.
"I thought Anya would on our side too, Kane. But that man, Dave Batista, and all the other men have gotten into her head, along with everywhere else. They filled her head with terrible thoughts. Now she uses your love for her as your sister against you." Paul said, almost whispering.
Kane paused to think for a moment and started pacing. "I can't trust you."
"I'm the only one you can trust, Kane." Paul said. "Nobody else. but me. And if you agree to let me be your manger again, I'll keep the people we can trust away. There will be no more laughing."
"The laughing will stop?" Kane asked hopefully.
"Oh, yes Kane. No more laughing." Paul reassured him. "We'll find everyone who is laughing and stop them."
"All right." Kane said and nodded quickly. "Good idea.. good idea."
Paul smiled evilly. "Very good, son."
~*~
Anya's cell rang just as she and Dave got back to the hotel. The number wasn't familiar, but she answered anyway. "Hello?"
"Tell me this is Anya Bearer." An exasperated voice demanded.
"Yeah, this is her. Who might this be?" Anya asked as Dave looked on curiously.
"Right. I'm Mark, one of the writers for the show. I'm calling because Austin has a case of food poisoning and cannot be on Raw next week."
"That's too bad. Why does it concern me? "
"We want to bring you in next week as a Temporary General Manager, for next week only." Mark answered.
"Really? A GM? I think I could do that?" Anya answered.
"So, can we write you into the part or not?" Mark asked.
"What the hell?" Anya said and laughed. "Sounds like fun."
"Good. See you Monday." Mark replied and hung up.
"What's that all about?" Dave asked.
"Austin's sick, and I'm going to be GM on Raw next week. " Anya said happily, and thought for a moment. "But you probably have to go back to Birmingham, don't you?"
"I can wait a week." Dave said. "It would be good to see some of the guys again. But now, I think we need to celebrate your promotion.
"Oh yeah, how are we going to do t hat?" Anya asked as Dave leaned closer to her and kissed her passionately. Anya smiled as they broke apart. "I like that way."
~*~ I hope everyone liked this part. Please review if you like the story, if you don't like the story, or if you're lost and need some directions. Part 5 has been written, but there are a few things I want to tweak around with before I put it up. I hope to have it up soon, though. Maybe Monday.
Peace out! =)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the WWE, the performers or characters. I own Anya, and a characters known a John and Mark, who makes a short cameo. But that's it. If you say I own the WWE, I will sue you. I'm not the one bringing it down into the crap hole. And that is my Disclaimer vent. ~*~
"Follow my finger with your eyes." The medic attending to Anya directed.
"John, this really is a waste of time." Anya complained.
John, the medic ignored the comment. "What's the date and year?"
"June 23,. 2003."
"Okay. What's your name?" John asked.
"Anya Bearer."
"Don't roll your eyes. I have to ask the questions, even if they are stupid." John told Anya. "Who is the president?"
"George Bush." Anya said, exasperated.
"Okay, Anya you have a slight concussion." John reported. "Can you move forward a little bit?"
Anya gasped at the pain but did as she was told. "Mm-Hmm. You're going to need some X-rays. Looks like you may have cracked a few ribs." John noted. "Are you having any pains n your neck from the chokeslam?"
"No, I'm fine." Anya said, hitting his hands away.
"Anya."
"I'm Okay, John, really." Anya repeated and stood, trying to ignore the feelings of dizziness and nausea.
"Are you at least willing to stay with someone tonight, if you won't go to the hospital?" John asked as he finished filling out the forms.
"She's staying with me tonight." Trish said as she walked over to the medic station. "No arguments."
"Trish, I don't want to impose." Anya started.
"Hey, it's policy. You get a concussion, you stay with another wrestler." Trish reminded Anya, and quietly added. "And after that whole thing with Kane tonight, you may need a friend. Let's grab our stuff and go."
~*~
Trish and Anya rode in silence is Trish's rented car until Anya's cell went off. She wasn't going to answer, but Dave's name came up on the caller ID.
"Are you all right, Baby?" Dave asked as soon as she picked up. "I just saw the end of Raw."
"Hi Dave." Anya said so Trish knew whom she was talking to. "I'm fine. A bit of a concussion, though, So I'm staying with Trish tonight."
"Where are you?" Dave asked.
"In Trish's car. We're on our way back to the hotel. Room 122 at the Holiday Inn, the one we stayed in last time, right Trish?" Anya asked. Trish nodded and turned her attention back to the road.
"Fuck, your brother is screwed up." Dave muttered.
"Look Dave, we're going to be going through a tunnel." Anya said. "Can we talk about this tomorrow?"
"But" Dave started.
Anya shook her head and hung up the phone.
"Tunnel isn't for another mile." Trish pointed out. " With the way traffic's backed up, you would have had plenty of time to talk."
" I just don't want to talk about it tonight. I mean, how can I talk about it when I don't know what to say?" Anya asked. "Kane freaked out, we all knew what was going to happen, right?"
"Looked like you and Rob didn't." Trish said honestly.
"God, Rob. How is he?" Anya asked as she put her phone back in her bag.
"He's all right. A little sore from the chokeslam, hurt that it was his friend who did it." Trish informed her. "Worried about you. There isn't anything going on between you two, right?"
Anya laughed to herself, Apparently, Rob had not told the rest of his friends that he was gay. "No, we're just friends. I used to live up by Battle Creek for a while, remember?"
Trish nodded. She tried to come out with something to talk about the rest of the way, but it was as silent as before. When they finally pulled in the hotel parking lot 20 minutes later, she came up with an idea. "We should rent some scary movies, and get a whole bunch f junk food."
"Girl's night?" Anya laughed. "It sounds like fun. I need some of that tonight."
~*~
Trish woke up the next morning to knocking at the door. "Shit." she muttered to herself. "Hold on a minute!" She shouted at the door.
"Trish, it's Dave. Is Anya still there?" Dave shouted back. Anya came out of the bathroom in a robe with her wet hair in a sloppy ponytail. Anya unlocked the door and let him in.
"Hey, Baby." Dave said as he wrapped his arms around Anya. She tried not to let on to the pain she felt in her ribs.
"Hi." Anya said and laughed weakly. "We need to talk. I'm going to finish getting ready, and then you're taking me out for coffee."
"Okay." Dave said and took a seat on the small hotel couch.
~*~
You should eat, Anya." Dave reminded her as they sat down at a café. Their waitress had seen Anya's black eye and shot Dave a dirty look, as had many of the people sitting around them.
"I'm not hungry." Anya said absent-mindedly. "You didn't see Kane at the airport?"
"No. You figure he would have left right away?" Dave asked as the waitress brought their coffee.
"I don't know anymore." Anya sighed. "I'll see if Shane or Terri have heard anything from him."
"Maybe you should just give him some time to himself." Dave suggested.
"No. I f I give him time, Paul will get to him, brainwash him." Anya said, adding cream and sugar to the black coffee.
"Aren't you being a little dramatic?" Dave asked.
"You don't know him like I do, Dave. The man is evil." Anya responded.
"Kane or your father?" Dave asked.
~*~
Don't you see Kane? Everyone's against you. They all wanted a peak under your mask, and now they've seen it all." Paul Bearer prodded on.
"No, Kane repeated as he rocked back and forth in the corner of the same closet he had been preparing for his match in. "You're wrong." Kane had not put his mask back on after the match; he just didn't care about it anymore.
"I'm right, Kane. You know I am. That's why you went after Rob Van Dam and Anya. They lied to you, Kane. They didn't care: I heard them laughing at you, Kane." Paul shouted. "So did everyone else. You need to get them all."
"My friends" Kane started.
"They're not you're friends, Kane!" Paul shouted and smacked Kane across the face. "I am your only friend, the only person you can trust."
"You hurt me before. Like always and everyone else." Kane babbled.
"Don't you see Kane? Sean, Tori, Chyna, Rob, your brother and your sister, everybody else made me do that! I would never hurt you if I had a choice!" Paul reassured him. " You know that, right?"
"Maybe everyone else, not Anya.an accident, last night." Kane mumbled and got up.
"I thought Anya would on our side too, Kane. But that man, Dave Batista, and all the other men have gotten into her head, along with everywhere else. They filled her head with terrible thoughts. Now she uses your love for her as your sister against you." Paul said, almost whispering.
Kane paused to think for a moment and started pacing. "I can't trust you."
"I'm the only one you can trust, Kane." Paul said. "Nobody else. but me. And if you agree to let me be your manger again, I'll keep the people we can trust away. There will be no more laughing."
"The laughing will stop?" Kane asked hopefully.
"Oh, yes Kane. No more laughing." Paul reassured him. "We'll find everyone who is laughing and stop them."
"All right." Kane said and nodded quickly. "Good idea.. good idea."
Paul smiled evilly. "Very good, son."
~*~
Anya's cell rang just as she and Dave got back to the hotel. The number wasn't familiar, but she answered anyway. "Hello?"
"Tell me this is Anya Bearer." An exasperated voice demanded.
"Yeah, this is her. Who might this be?" Anya asked as Dave looked on curiously.
"Right. I'm Mark, one of the writers for the show. I'm calling because Austin has a case of food poisoning and cannot be on Raw next week."
"That's too bad. Why does it concern me? "
"We want to bring you in next week as a Temporary General Manager, for next week only." Mark answered.
"Really? A GM? I think I could do that?" Anya answered.
"So, can we write you into the part or not?" Mark asked.
"What the hell?" Anya said and laughed. "Sounds like fun."
"Good. See you Monday." Mark replied and hung up.
"What's that all about?" Dave asked.
"Austin's sick, and I'm going to be GM on Raw next week. " Anya said happily, and thought for a moment. "But you probably have to go back to Birmingham, don't you?"
"I can wait a week." Dave said. "It would be good to see some of the guys again. But now, I think we need to celebrate your promotion.
"Oh yeah, how are we going to do t hat?" Anya asked as Dave leaned closer to her and kissed her passionately. Anya smiled as they broke apart. "I like that way."
~*~ I hope everyone liked this part. Please review if you like the story, if you don't like the story, or if you're lost and need some directions. Part 5 has been written, but there are a few things I want to tweak around with before I put it up. I hope to have it up soon, though. Maybe Monday.
Peace out! =)