Well suprise, suprise. I dont think that i have ever realy made it to a real
chapter three. I guess that wrestlemania realy brought out the writer in me,
eather that or reading an book that was all about wrestlemania up untill the
year 2000. And well that Steph was on the cover looking all hoochie-licous whith
Trips. That was when they where both champs of something or another and Trips
a match against the Rock to the title...Anyway enough of my ranting on with the
story...
^^
The End of History Part Three: The Plans
********************************************************************************
Well now this all comes to a big suprise. A huge one. Well first things first.
Its only the middle of the afternoon so there are still things that i can
start doing today. First call my cousin Jessie. She used to feed my dog when
i was on the road before so i hope that she wont mind doing it again.
After calling Jamie, She agreed to feed Lucy (She was always my dog. We had to have
one for the promo with Paul so i voluentered Lucy), I call the airport to book
a flight to Edmonton for Backlash tomorow afternoon.
Next go clothes shopping. I kneed some threds that go along witht the new act.
Not something that i cant be imigned wereing in real life but punky enough
to go along with Jeff's style. So to the mall i go.
(Seen change : The Mall)
Well. Im not in New York so Hot Topic and TSX will have to do. I know that Jeff
got alot of the clothes he wore on screen from a store called Trash and Vaudville
in time square. I went with him once and all the other people in the store were
giving me such dirty looks, but as usual in the early stages of mine and jeffs
friendship i still looked like a compleat prep. I bought my first pece of clothing
that wasent bought from a Macys or somewhere as prep expencive. I got a pair of
pants that had all those buckles and straps. Jeff called them bondage pants. The
only time that i ever wore them at work i got alot of looks but then i got to smackdown.
And well i couldent where them anymore beacuse of the camras. But anyway where was i.
I was on my way to the Mall. Belive it or not i had just pulled into the parking lot.
Anyway, I walk in to the mall and reorient my self. I hadent been there in a copule of
years. When i finaly made it to Hot Topic i stood outside trying to debate whether or
not i could actualy pull of some of theise clothes. Eventualy after i went in i did
find some clothes that go with me. A few more dressyer shirts that still looked punk.
Like four pairs of pants that were tight but punkey/goth like. A pair of Black cargo
shorts. I got some different styles of tights,fishnet and regular, just in unique colors.
A pair of bright pink sneekers that added about a inch to my hight. A pair of plain black
lace up boots that went up to my mid calf. And last but not least some bleach for my hair,
to put streeks in my hair. The bill came up to almost five hundred dolars.
Last stop TSX. All i got was a hat and two pairs of UFO pants in black and blue. Naturaly.
And then home to pack all this junk and do my hair.
(Seen change : Home)
After packing my clothes i actualy take a look at my lugage. It almost seems too good
for me now. Oh well. The hair dying came all right. I now have blond streeks in my hair.
I wonder how Jeff better yet my Dad will think of it. And thats the only thought that i
have left on my mind as i fall asleep.
The next morning i wake up and screem at the top of my lungs. My flight is at
eleven-thirty and its already ten. I gota get dressed and have breakfest and get to the
airport in a hour. Quick rush to get ready. I throw on a pair of pants, the same ones that
i mentoned earler, bondage pants. A lime green Hardy Boys t-shirt size small so that it rides
up a bit to show my belly button and a pair of black converse sneekers that i bought last
year. After that a quick bowl of ceriel and im off to the airport, (I put my bags in my
car last night).
(Flash foward twenty mineuts)
Im finaly getting on the plane at quarter after eleven, almost missed it. So im off to
backlash. To make my return. The return of Stephanie McMahon and Jeff Hardy as a team.
It seems so strange to think of it like that.
chapter three. I guess that wrestlemania realy brought out the writer in me,
eather that or reading an book that was all about wrestlemania up untill the
year 2000. And well that Steph was on the cover looking all hoochie-licous whith
Trips. That was when they where both champs of something or another and Trips
a match against the Rock to the title...Anyway enough of my ranting on with the
story...
^^
The End of History Part Three: The Plans
********************************************************************************
Well now this all comes to a big suprise. A huge one. Well first things first.
Its only the middle of the afternoon so there are still things that i can
start doing today. First call my cousin Jessie. She used to feed my dog when
i was on the road before so i hope that she wont mind doing it again.
After calling Jamie, She agreed to feed Lucy (She was always my dog. We had to have
one for the promo with Paul so i voluentered Lucy), I call the airport to book
a flight to Edmonton for Backlash tomorow afternoon.
Next go clothes shopping. I kneed some threds that go along witht the new act.
Not something that i cant be imigned wereing in real life but punky enough
to go along with Jeff's style. So to the mall i go.
(Seen change : The Mall)
Well. Im not in New York so Hot Topic and TSX will have to do. I know that Jeff
got alot of the clothes he wore on screen from a store called Trash and Vaudville
in time square. I went with him once and all the other people in the store were
giving me such dirty looks, but as usual in the early stages of mine and jeffs
friendship i still looked like a compleat prep. I bought my first pece of clothing
that wasent bought from a Macys or somewhere as prep expencive. I got a pair of
pants that had all those buckles and straps. Jeff called them bondage pants. The
only time that i ever wore them at work i got alot of looks but then i got to smackdown.
And well i couldent where them anymore beacuse of the camras. But anyway where was i.
I was on my way to the Mall. Belive it or not i had just pulled into the parking lot.
Anyway, I walk in to the mall and reorient my self. I hadent been there in a copule of
years. When i finaly made it to Hot Topic i stood outside trying to debate whether or
not i could actualy pull of some of theise clothes. Eventualy after i went in i did
find some clothes that go with me. A few more dressyer shirts that still looked punk.
Like four pairs of pants that were tight but punkey/goth like. A pair of Black cargo
shorts. I got some different styles of tights,fishnet and regular, just in unique colors.
A pair of bright pink sneekers that added about a inch to my hight. A pair of plain black
lace up boots that went up to my mid calf. And last but not least some bleach for my hair,
to put streeks in my hair. The bill came up to almost five hundred dolars.
Last stop TSX. All i got was a hat and two pairs of UFO pants in black and blue. Naturaly.
And then home to pack all this junk and do my hair.
(Seen change : Home)
After packing my clothes i actualy take a look at my lugage. It almost seems too good
for me now. Oh well. The hair dying came all right. I now have blond streeks in my hair.
I wonder how Jeff better yet my Dad will think of it. And thats the only thought that i
have left on my mind as i fall asleep.
The next morning i wake up and screem at the top of my lungs. My flight is at
eleven-thirty and its already ten. I gota get dressed and have breakfest and get to the
airport in a hour. Quick rush to get ready. I throw on a pair of pants, the same ones that
i mentoned earler, bondage pants. A lime green Hardy Boys t-shirt size small so that it rides
up a bit to show my belly button and a pair of black converse sneekers that i bought last
year. After that a quick bowl of ceriel and im off to the airport, (I put my bags in my
car last night).
(Flash foward twenty mineuts)
Im finaly getting on the plane at quarter after eleven, almost missed it. So im off to
backlash. To make my return. The return of Stephanie McMahon and Jeff Hardy as a team.
It seems so strange to think of it like that.