At Mark's House
"So, how do you like being on Raw, Sis?"
"It's fun, plus if I get in any trouble, I have Chris & Glen there to protect me."
"So you have two guys wrapped around your finger, huh, Gaby?" Sara asked implying her point to Mark about how she felt about Gaby. He glared at her through slanted eyes trying to shut her up.
"Well, I guess you could say that even though I'm not with either of them. Glen loves me and that's why he protects me. Chris likes me, so I guess that's why he protects me."
"Oh." Sara said snidely.
"Look, Sara. I know that you don't like me. You don't have to hide it. Mark told me what you said. As you can tell, I'm tolerating you. I had a few days off, and I wanted to see my brother. You are his wife, you live here, and I just have to deal with that. I will be here for a couple more days, so suck it up and be nice, or I won't." Gaby said boldly. "So Mark, how is Smackdown?" She asked in a much calmer voice.
"It's good." Mark said trying to hold in his laughter. "Cena still wants to meet you."
"Well, I might come visit y'all at a house show one day."
A Few days later at the airport-
"Well, Mark, I had a great time."
"Yeah, me too. It was hilarious when you shut Sara up! You gotta come over more often."
"I will definitely try to spend some more time down there on my days off. I miss hanging out with you and your friends."
"Yeah, the boys miss you too."
"Well, I'll come down for another visit soon. I have to catch my flight. I love you Mark."
"Love you too Sis."
Gaby left for her plane to Atlanta, Georgia For Raw's next show.
"You have reached the Highlight of the Night, Chris Jericho. I'm too busy to talk to you right now. So leave a message, and if you are worthy, I'll call you back." *Beep*
"Hey Chris, it's Gaby. I should be arriving at the Atlanta airport in about 45 minutes. I was wondering if you &/or Glen could come and pick me up. I guess call me back and let me know if you can. Bye." Gaby hung up the call and dialed Glen's number.
"Hello?"
"Glen?"
"Ha ha. Gotcha. I can't come to the phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll call you back later."
*Beep*
"Hey Glen, it's Gaby. I was just wondering if you and/or Chris could come pick me up from the airport. I should be landing in about 45 minutes. I called Chris & left him a message. One of y'all call me back please. I want to make it to Raw on time. Thanks."
"Damnit, why aren't they answering their phones?" Gaby wondered after waiting at the airport for almost an hour and a half after her plane had landed. "Surely they have checked their phones by now. They have to know that I called." Neither Chris nor Glen had returned any of her what seemed like 15 phone calls, and she didn't have anyone else's number. A problem that she would rectify when she got to the arena. "Vince is gonna kill me!" Vince didn't like it when people were late to the shows, and if you were late enough, you might just get fired.
Gaby searched through her purse when she heard her phone ringing. She didn't recognize the number.
"Where in the hell are you?" A stern voice on the other end asked.
"Vince, I'm stuck at the airport. I've been trying to get a hold of Glen and Chris for the last couple of hours, but they aren't answering their phones. I don't have the cash for a cab, & I don't have anyone else's number, so I am kind of stuck here right now."
"Ok, Gaby, as long as I know what is going on. You now have my number, so next time call & let me know what is going on. I'll send someone for you. Ok?"
"Thanks Vince."
Gaby waited outside for whoever it was to come pick her up. She didn't have to wait long as a black stretch limo pulled up in front of her. Shane McMahon stood up through the sunroof. "You ready for Raw?" He asked.
"Prepared, yes. Ready, no. I haven't changed clothes. I was planning on doing that at the arena, a little over two hours ago."
"Come on, you can change in the limo. Shane climbed out of the limo, and helped Gaby with her bags. Shane put his number in Gaby's cell phone while she changed clothes.
They arrived at the arena & Gaby was dressed and ready to go. She was wearing a short black leather mini-skirt that had flames on it, with a matching bustier, and knee high boots. She headed straight for Chris' dressing room.
"So, how do you like being on Raw, Sis?"
"It's fun, plus if I get in any trouble, I have Chris & Glen there to protect me."
"So you have two guys wrapped around your finger, huh, Gaby?" Sara asked implying her point to Mark about how she felt about Gaby. He glared at her through slanted eyes trying to shut her up.
"Well, I guess you could say that even though I'm not with either of them. Glen loves me and that's why he protects me. Chris likes me, so I guess that's why he protects me."
"Oh." Sara said snidely.
"Look, Sara. I know that you don't like me. You don't have to hide it. Mark told me what you said. As you can tell, I'm tolerating you. I had a few days off, and I wanted to see my brother. You are his wife, you live here, and I just have to deal with that. I will be here for a couple more days, so suck it up and be nice, or I won't." Gaby said boldly. "So Mark, how is Smackdown?" She asked in a much calmer voice.
"It's good." Mark said trying to hold in his laughter. "Cena still wants to meet you."
"Well, I might come visit y'all at a house show one day."
A Few days later at the airport-
"Well, Mark, I had a great time."
"Yeah, me too. It was hilarious when you shut Sara up! You gotta come over more often."
"I will definitely try to spend some more time down there on my days off. I miss hanging out with you and your friends."
"Yeah, the boys miss you too."
"Well, I'll come down for another visit soon. I have to catch my flight. I love you Mark."
"Love you too Sis."
Gaby left for her plane to Atlanta, Georgia For Raw's next show.
"You have reached the Highlight of the Night, Chris Jericho. I'm too busy to talk to you right now. So leave a message, and if you are worthy, I'll call you back." *Beep*
"Hey Chris, it's Gaby. I should be arriving at the Atlanta airport in about 45 minutes. I was wondering if you &/or Glen could come and pick me up. I guess call me back and let me know if you can. Bye." Gaby hung up the call and dialed Glen's number.
"Hello?"
"Glen?"
"Ha ha. Gotcha. I can't come to the phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll call you back later."
*Beep*
"Hey Glen, it's Gaby. I was just wondering if you and/or Chris could come pick me up from the airport. I should be landing in about 45 minutes. I called Chris & left him a message. One of y'all call me back please. I want to make it to Raw on time. Thanks."
"Damnit, why aren't they answering their phones?" Gaby wondered after waiting at the airport for almost an hour and a half after her plane had landed. "Surely they have checked their phones by now. They have to know that I called." Neither Chris nor Glen had returned any of her what seemed like 15 phone calls, and she didn't have anyone else's number. A problem that she would rectify when she got to the arena. "Vince is gonna kill me!" Vince didn't like it when people were late to the shows, and if you were late enough, you might just get fired.
Gaby searched through her purse when she heard her phone ringing. She didn't recognize the number.
"Where in the hell are you?" A stern voice on the other end asked.
"Vince, I'm stuck at the airport. I've been trying to get a hold of Glen and Chris for the last couple of hours, but they aren't answering their phones. I don't have the cash for a cab, & I don't have anyone else's number, so I am kind of stuck here right now."
"Ok, Gaby, as long as I know what is going on. You now have my number, so next time call & let me know what is going on. I'll send someone for you. Ok?"
"Thanks Vince."
Gaby waited outside for whoever it was to come pick her up. She didn't have to wait long as a black stretch limo pulled up in front of her. Shane McMahon stood up through the sunroof. "You ready for Raw?" He asked.
"Prepared, yes. Ready, no. I haven't changed clothes. I was planning on doing that at the arena, a little over two hours ago."
"Come on, you can change in the limo. Shane climbed out of the limo, and helped Gaby with her bags. Shane put his number in Gaby's cell phone while she changed clothes.
They arrived at the arena & Gaby was dressed and ready to go. She was wearing a short black leather mini-skirt that had flames on it, with a matching bustier, and knee high boots. She headed straight for Chris' dressing room.