"Beep! Beep! Beep!" Angel's alarm went. She slowly got up from her bed. It
was already half-past ten and she was still sleepy. "Mommy, I don't wanna
wake up yet. Five more minutes." she drowsily whispered as she went back to
sleep.
"Hey. wake up," a familiar voice said, slowly rocking Angel off her sleep. "Get up, c'mon Angelique."
"Mommy, I said five more minutes." Angel said slowly rubbing her eyes. The person she saw suddenly brought her to her senses. She quickly sat up and covered her body with her blanket. "H-how did you g-get here," she asked. "Kurt??"
"I followed the address in your application form," he said, sitting on her bed. "Oh it's true. Damn true!" he joked. Angel laughed.
"Yeah, I thought so. What time is it." she said glancing at her wall clock. "What? It's already two o'clock in the afternoon?" she yelled.
Kurt laughed and yanked the blanket off her body. She was wearing her home- clothes. "Yeah, and we were suppose to meet downtown right now," he teased. He lightly spanked her feet. "Go, go take a bath! Do your feminine stuff, beautify, go on with your personal hygiene stuff. I'll be waiting outside," he continued exiting the door.
Angel blushed and felt a bit humiliated. "Great, an Olympic gold medalist just saw me asleep," she pouted, fixing her bed. She detangled her hair and sat down abruptly. "What's next? A rapper seeing me naked??" she yelled slowly removing her shirt.
"Excuse me, did you call me?" John Cena asked peeking into her room.
"Nyah!! You, too??" she surprisingly asked, yanking her shirt back down. "Did you. hear what I said a while ago.?" she slowly asked.
"Nah, I just heard the word 'rapper,' so I figured you were calling for me," he apologized. "Were you just taking your clothes off a moment ago? Well, uhm. sorry. And better hustle up 'coz we're behind schedule." Cena said slamming the door.
Angel was humiliated again for the second time. She decided to just shut her mouth, take a bath, and get on with the day ahead.
"Angle," Cena yelled, calling Kurt Angle to go inside the house. "Come here, check this out!" he continued walking inside Angel's house. Kurt grew curious of what Cena could possibly be talking about, so he followed him inside. "Here, Kurt!" Cena yelled from the kitchen. Angle walked towards the kitchen and looked at the picture Cena pointed at. They saw a picture of Angel's family together; really together. Pinned below was a little note scribbled by Angel.
Kurt read it aloud. "Dad in jail. Brother away. Mom in hospital. Need job for mom's hospital bills..." he said slowly. Kurt suddenly pitied Angel's situation. "So... she's all alone, and-"
"She needs major bucks for her mom's hospital bills," Cena continued. "Poor girl... that's probably why she applied for a WWE diva; for her mom. And her dad's in jail. I wonder how he got there." Cena thought aloud.
Kurt felt awful for Angel. She was living not only an independent life, but also a lonely life. This made him remember Stephanie, his past love, for her loneliness without her father's affection. 'Yeah, I know the love interest thing was just a script between me and Steph,' he thought, observing the picture. 'But I really love her, and she knows it. Why did she have to marry Paul?' he asked himself. 'Maybe because of her father... Vince puts his business before his family after all...' he continued. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a deep breath. 'I just hope she doesn't end up like Steph...' he told himself.
"Yo Angle, don't get all teary on me," Cena joked. Kurt snickered and playfully punched Cena's chest. "What? Now you wanna fight?" Cena joked again.
"Yeah, sure, and you'll just end up humiliated... again," Kurt joked back. Both of them laughed.
"Uhm... guys? I'm ready..." Angel softly said walking out of the room as if she were talking to the president of the United States. She slowly bowed and apologized. "I'm sorry for being so late."
Kurt Angle and John Cena smiled, exchanging awe looks. "She's so sweet," John Cena whispered. Both of them walked towards Angel and patted her on the back. "C'mon, don't treat us like some high official or something," Cena said. "Just think Cena and I are your best buddies; your family." Angle said in a manner not to offend her.
"O... ok." Angel said slowly, smiling and looking up at Kurt. He smiled and placed his arm around her.
Suddenly, John Cena's cellphone rang. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and answered it. "Hello? Oh. Yeah. Ok... right now? Alright. Bye," Cena said hanging up. "Hey Li'l Angie, Angle, Vinnie told me to pick up my rap segment at the HQ. He also asked me to tell you to teach Li'l Angie some moves. Catch ya two later." Cena said walking away.
"Hey wait," Angle yelled. Cena looked back and raised his brow. "Li'l Angie?" he asked.
"Oh. I made that name up for Angel; that's her name, rapper style. I'll be calling her that on our feud." Cena explained as he ran off.
Angle and Angel were now alone in her house. There was nothing but silence. Angel was too shy to say anything to someone so famous, especially with his arm around him. She was blushing non-stop since Kurt woke her up. "So... should we head down town, 'Li'l Angie'?" Kurt joked.
Angel, realizing shyness will get her nowhere, laughed and agreed. They both went downtown in Angle's car.
-=ยค=-
Both of them headed straight to the ring. Angel already tied her hair up and was in loose clothing and sneakers. She felt so great to finally be inside an actual wrestling ring. She leaped a couple of times and giggled. "Tee hee!" she giggled. She wrapped her arms around herself and spun. "I feel so different inside the ring," she said. Angle was wearing his blue shirt, black shorts and sneakers. He looked at Angel while she was expressing how she felt. "I feel like I was born for this moment... as is it is my destiny to be able to be in here." Angel said.
"I felt that when I first got into the ring, too," Angle said, trying to empathize with her. Angel turned to look at Angle and smiled. "Okay... I'm supposed to teach you the basic wrestling maneuvers. Let's start by telling me what you know." Angle said, leaning on the turnbuckle.
"Uhm... I know the Figure-Four Leg Lock, Head lock, Sleeper Hold and your specialty..." Angel explained.
Angle laughed and was impressed by how much Angel knows about wrestling. "I see you like submission holds," he said. "Why don't you try the Figure-Four Leg Lock on me?" he asked and sat on the mat. He figured it wouldn't hurt since Angel had so slender legs.
Angel smiled and quickly performed the Figure-Four Leg Lock on Angle. By the time Angel fit in the last position in the Figure-Four, Angle didn't get hurt... until she applied some weight to her leg. Angle squealed and broke the lock.
He rolled over and stood up limping. Angel laughed, and after a few moments Angle was laughing as well. 'Angel's much better than I thought!' Angle told himself. 'I guess appearances can really be deceiving.'
"Hey. wake up," a familiar voice said, slowly rocking Angel off her sleep. "Get up, c'mon Angelique."
"Mommy, I said five more minutes." Angel said slowly rubbing her eyes. The person she saw suddenly brought her to her senses. She quickly sat up and covered her body with her blanket. "H-how did you g-get here," she asked. "Kurt??"
"I followed the address in your application form," he said, sitting on her bed. "Oh it's true. Damn true!" he joked. Angel laughed.
"Yeah, I thought so. What time is it." she said glancing at her wall clock. "What? It's already two o'clock in the afternoon?" she yelled.
Kurt laughed and yanked the blanket off her body. She was wearing her home- clothes. "Yeah, and we were suppose to meet downtown right now," he teased. He lightly spanked her feet. "Go, go take a bath! Do your feminine stuff, beautify, go on with your personal hygiene stuff. I'll be waiting outside," he continued exiting the door.
Angel blushed and felt a bit humiliated. "Great, an Olympic gold medalist just saw me asleep," she pouted, fixing her bed. She detangled her hair and sat down abruptly. "What's next? A rapper seeing me naked??" she yelled slowly removing her shirt.
"Excuse me, did you call me?" John Cena asked peeking into her room.
"Nyah!! You, too??" she surprisingly asked, yanking her shirt back down. "Did you. hear what I said a while ago.?" she slowly asked.
"Nah, I just heard the word 'rapper,' so I figured you were calling for me," he apologized. "Were you just taking your clothes off a moment ago? Well, uhm. sorry. And better hustle up 'coz we're behind schedule." Cena said slamming the door.
Angel was humiliated again for the second time. She decided to just shut her mouth, take a bath, and get on with the day ahead.
"Angle," Cena yelled, calling Kurt Angle to go inside the house. "Come here, check this out!" he continued walking inside Angel's house. Kurt grew curious of what Cena could possibly be talking about, so he followed him inside. "Here, Kurt!" Cena yelled from the kitchen. Angle walked towards the kitchen and looked at the picture Cena pointed at. They saw a picture of Angel's family together; really together. Pinned below was a little note scribbled by Angel.
Kurt read it aloud. "Dad in jail. Brother away. Mom in hospital. Need job for mom's hospital bills..." he said slowly. Kurt suddenly pitied Angel's situation. "So... she's all alone, and-"
"She needs major bucks for her mom's hospital bills," Cena continued. "Poor girl... that's probably why she applied for a WWE diva; for her mom. And her dad's in jail. I wonder how he got there." Cena thought aloud.
Kurt felt awful for Angel. She was living not only an independent life, but also a lonely life. This made him remember Stephanie, his past love, for her loneliness without her father's affection. 'Yeah, I know the love interest thing was just a script between me and Steph,' he thought, observing the picture. 'But I really love her, and she knows it. Why did she have to marry Paul?' he asked himself. 'Maybe because of her father... Vince puts his business before his family after all...' he continued. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a deep breath. 'I just hope she doesn't end up like Steph...' he told himself.
"Yo Angle, don't get all teary on me," Cena joked. Kurt snickered and playfully punched Cena's chest. "What? Now you wanna fight?" Cena joked again.
"Yeah, sure, and you'll just end up humiliated... again," Kurt joked back. Both of them laughed.
"Uhm... guys? I'm ready..." Angel softly said walking out of the room as if she were talking to the president of the United States. She slowly bowed and apologized. "I'm sorry for being so late."
Kurt Angle and John Cena smiled, exchanging awe looks. "She's so sweet," John Cena whispered. Both of them walked towards Angel and patted her on the back. "C'mon, don't treat us like some high official or something," Cena said. "Just think Cena and I are your best buddies; your family." Angle said in a manner not to offend her.
"O... ok." Angel said slowly, smiling and looking up at Kurt. He smiled and placed his arm around her.
Suddenly, John Cena's cellphone rang. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and answered it. "Hello? Oh. Yeah. Ok... right now? Alright. Bye," Cena said hanging up. "Hey Li'l Angie, Angle, Vinnie told me to pick up my rap segment at the HQ. He also asked me to tell you to teach Li'l Angie some moves. Catch ya two later." Cena said walking away.
"Hey wait," Angle yelled. Cena looked back and raised his brow. "Li'l Angie?" he asked.
"Oh. I made that name up for Angel; that's her name, rapper style. I'll be calling her that on our feud." Cena explained as he ran off.
Angle and Angel were now alone in her house. There was nothing but silence. Angel was too shy to say anything to someone so famous, especially with his arm around him. She was blushing non-stop since Kurt woke her up. "So... should we head down town, 'Li'l Angie'?" Kurt joked.
Angel, realizing shyness will get her nowhere, laughed and agreed. They both went downtown in Angle's car.
-=ยค=-
Both of them headed straight to the ring. Angel already tied her hair up and was in loose clothing and sneakers. She felt so great to finally be inside an actual wrestling ring. She leaped a couple of times and giggled. "Tee hee!" she giggled. She wrapped her arms around herself and spun. "I feel so different inside the ring," she said. Angle was wearing his blue shirt, black shorts and sneakers. He looked at Angel while she was expressing how she felt. "I feel like I was born for this moment... as is it is my destiny to be able to be in here." Angel said.
"I felt that when I first got into the ring, too," Angle said, trying to empathize with her. Angel turned to look at Angle and smiled. "Okay... I'm supposed to teach you the basic wrestling maneuvers. Let's start by telling me what you know." Angle said, leaning on the turnbuckle.
"Uhm... I know the Figure-Four Leg Lock, Head lock, Sleeper Hold and your specialty..." Angel explained.
Angle laughed and was impressed by how much Angel knows about wrestling. "I see you like submission holds," he said. "Why don't you try the Figure-Four Leg Lock on me?" he asked and sat on the mat. He figured it wouldn't hurt since Angel had so slender legs.
Angel smiled and quickly performed the Figure-Four Leg Lock on Angle. By the time Angel fit in the last position in the Figure-Four, Angle didn't get hurt... until she applied some weight to her leg. Angle squealed and broke the lock.
He rolled over and stood up limping. Angel laughed, and after a few moments Angle was laughing as well. 'Angel's much better than I thought!' Angle told himself. 'I guess appearances can really be deceiving.'