A/N: This fic answers questions 'nd stuff. Like where was Benoit when Stephanie was being attacked by Rosie and Jamal during Billy and Chucks Wedding. Benoit had been just talking to her, before Rico asked her to go out into the ring for the wedding. And it also answers some sort of fluffy love-struck questions that my sad, little Benoit musi is always asking; 'Why does Benoit never get chicks?' I'm sure it has -nothing- to do with the smile....... Anyhoo.... You know the drill. I own nothing or no one or nobody. I liked to own Brock. So, that I can see just -how- many tattoos he has. *leering look at Brock muse* That's about it. More once I get around to it. Rock on!
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Weddings Always Did Make Me Cry
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Benoit paced around the parking lot. He was so damn pissed off, that he was seeing red. Still, a half hour later. A half hour after Kurt Angle had, very publicly, humiliated him.
During his match with the much, much larger Riskishi, Benoit was about to hit the flying head butt for the win, when he felt himself be pushed off the turnbuckle. It was Kurt Angle, the Olympic Dork, or Dorkimus Maximus as Edge called him. Next thing he remembered was 'Kishi's giant ass in his face, and his arms being held back, so that he wouldn't be able to protect himself. And he remembered the laugher. That dorky 'Heehaw' kind of laughter that could only come from one man. Kurt Angle.
When he could finally get his head somewhat together and cleared, Benoit marched angrily to Stephanie's office. He respected her. One of the few women he had ever respected.
Mind you, that's not to say he wasn't a gentleman when it came to women, he was. But, he usually found most women to be completely ditzy and stupid, and so few had ever gained his respected like Stephanie had. She didn't back down to him, even if he got into her face. Lita was another tough cookie. She withstood being put into the Crossface. Few men, let alone -women- could stand being in his finisher for more then a few seconds. Hell, even Raven; King of the Sadists fainted while in the hold. That made her pretty damn tough in his humble opinion. Another tough chick was Francine. She was a beautiful looking woman, but she used her beauty in a way that you didn't even realize you were being used, until it was to late. And she could kick ass. She could kick -collective- asses, actually.
Where was he going with this? Oh yeah. Blind rage. Stephanie. The usual. He ended up getting a match at the PPV. But, that was ten days away. So Benoit had to go outside and let some of his anger blow off into the wind.
That was a very easy task to complete, since he was standing outside in his ring gear in Minnesota in late September. It was quite windy, and he was standing outside without a shirt.
Maybe I should go in, Benoit thought to himself. I'm as calm as I'm going to get and as long as I don't see Angle, I won't blow up at anyone.
He never heard the sirens in the distance.
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Weddings Always Did Make Me Cry
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Benoit paced around the parking lot. He was so damn pissed off, that he was seeing red. Still, a half hour later. A half hour after Kurt Angle had, very publicly, humiliated him.
During his match with the much, much larger Riskishi, Benoit was about to hit the flying head butt for the win, when he felt himself be pushed off the turnbuckle. It was Kurt Angle, the Olympic Dork, or Dorkimus Maximus as Edge called him. Next thing he remembered was 'Kishi's giant ass in his face, and his arms being held back, so that he wouldn't be able to protect himself. And he remembered the laugher. That dorky 'Heehaw' kind of laughter that could only come from one man. Kurt Angle.
When he could finally get his head somewhat together and cleared, Benoit marched angrily to Stephanie's office. He respected her. One of the few women he had ever respected.
Mind you, that's not to say he wasn't a gentleman when it came to women, he was. But, he usually found most women to be completely ditzy and stupid, and so few had ever gained his respected like Stephanie had. She didn't back down to him, even if he got into her face. Lita was another tough cookie. She withstood being put into the Crossface. Few men, let alone -women- could stand being in his finisher for more then a few seconds. Hell, even Raven; King of the Sadists fainted while in the hold. That made her pretty damn tough in his humble opinion. Another tough chick was Francine. She was a beautiful looking woman, but she used her beauty in a way that you didn't even realize you were being used, until it was to late. And she could kick ass. She could kick -collective- asses, actually.
Where was he going with this? Oh yeah. Blind rage. Stephanie. The usual. He ended up getting a match at the PPV. But, that was ten days away. So Benoit had to go outside and let some of his anger blow off into the wind.
That was a very easy task to complete, since he was standing outside in his ring gear in Minnesota in late September. It was quite windy, and he was standing outside without a shirt.
Maybe I should go in, Benoit thought to himself. I'm as calm as I'm going to get and as long as I don't see Angle, I won't blow up at anyone.
He never heard the sirens in the distance.