Actually I was surprised at the times that we lived through when Paul didn't ogle us like I expected him to do. He stayed mostly quiet. But after a few weeks I found out what that fat, conniving bastard was up to. Of course he'd found something new to do. And his newfound obsession was saying things to others. He'd already started with Mark and a few weeks later I found out about his next victim.
The weeks prior had been absolutely fantastic. Raveyboy and Saphrin brought me to pay no mind to Mark. I was simply too happy with them to remember half of the time. Every night was the same…we'd arrive and play with Jake…or me, Amber, and Saphrin would play with Jake while Raven either pouted in the corner or just stayed cautiously away, playing with what he called the "safer playmate"…or my daughter.
Heh…my daughter…I'm still not over that…
Well anyway I'll describe one such night because it has to do with that fat cellulite ridden sweaty mongoloid…AKA Paul Bearer. We were in Philadelphia, the day before what happened with the whale. Backstage at Raw. Me and Raven were in the room watching the match of Amber vs. Saphrin. Jake sat contently in my lap, all snug and warm on me and peaceful. He may have even been sleeping but I didn't care enough to look. I didn't want to wake him up because he was keeping my lap warm.
Raven, on the other hand, held Claudette, eyes frightened and darting back and forth between the TV and "the Evil Duck" as he preferred to call Sir Jake. We watched the match, all the while laughing and making wisecracks as our girls fought. It was a good match though as they both liked to wrestle. And more importantly they could.
They match ended with Saphrin catching Amber off guard with a DDT. As Amber rolled on the ring holding her head, Saphrin raised her arms in victory, headbanging to her music, The World by Twiztid. Amber glared up at her maliciously for a moment. Raven squeaked as he saw the look in my wife's eyes. I laughed at him. As Saphrin raised her arms and stepped about the ring Amber finally dated up from the floor and grabbed onto the bottom hem of Saph's shirt and pulled it down. Saphrin's jaw dropped and she spun around to fight Amber again, now wearing no shirt. Raven burst into laughter. It was a bit too surprised to laugh, even though I found it funny.
She wore a blue bra. Pale blue with sparkles. And yellow ducks. I'm not joking. I laughed like…like the dickens. But I wasn't laughing at her, just the absurdity of her undergarments. Raven was laughing at the whole situation, though.
Within minutes Saph had stormed into the room and slammed the door behind her. Raven still giggled and stared at her. She shot him an angry glare and tore one of his t-shirts from his bag to pull over her head. "Why are you laughing?!?"
He stopped, holding Claudette protectively as he looked up at her. She was fuming. "I'm sorry, baby," he said, "but it was funny…"
"Funny? It is NOT funny!" she yelled. There were tears in her eyes. Raven's face went black as she shouted at him. "How is it funny? Is it funny that I just got my fucking shirt ripped off in front of twenty thousand people? Plus everyone watching on TV? Are you happy that everyone just saw you're fiancé in her bra? Maybe I shouldn't be your fiancé at all!"
"I…"
"You what? Do you still think it's funny? It's em-bar-ass-ing!" she put stress on every syllable. "I mean how would you feel if everyone saw you naked? Or how would you feel if you were a fanfiction write and found out that Randy Orton read your stuff? You'd be embarrassed and you know it! It's the same thing! How about you go strip for a camera in your favorite duckie boxers because they're comfortable? I wear my duckie bra because it's comfortable to wrestle in! Amber could've told me-"
"Told you what?" Amber stepped into the room, her face fading to worry as she looked around at Raven and I standing still as statues and her standing angry in the middle of the room. Amber wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and handed the shirt to Saphrin. She snatched it from Amber.
"You know you could've told me that you were going to do that. I would've worn something more appropriate."
"Saph…calm down it was improv. The crowd loved it."
"The crowd?" Saph looked incredulously at Amber. "Amber why don't you go show your tits to the world! If you want to be a slut go ahead. I'm not a whore and I don't want to be treated like one!" she yelled, and pushed past Amber to run out of the room. Amber looked horrified and guilty, looking from me to Raven and then back to me before spinning around and running out of the room.
Raven looked like he was going to cry. The silence was deafening. I watched as he held Claudette closer to him and hugged her as if she was his only comfort. Mick Foley stepped into the room. "Last time I saw it woman that angry it was after I introduced my wife to Al Snow," he said, and gave a soft chuckle. He looked at us and I looked back at him and when he saw that we didn't want to joke around he gave us each a pat on the shoulder before he left.
"What am I gonna do?" Raven asked softly. I could barely hear him but I could tell what he said. We hadn't been able to look at each other but finally he lifted his head. There was a tear on his cheek.
"Don't worry about it…" I almost called him Scott. It was strange. Kinda like it would just slip out of my mouth because of the serious situation but I held it back. I didn't want him pissed off. "It's just a lovers spat I'm sure it'll blow over. Give her a few hours."
For a while he cradled Claudette and just stared at her. I felt so sorry for him. But then quickly and seemingly out of nowhere he stood, set Claudette down in her carrier/baby seat and with a blank look in his eyes said, "I'm gonna go to my match now." His face was totally vacant as he walked out of the room.
It took a moment for it to register after he left. Raven didn't have a match that night.