***Chapter 4***
So it's been a year since I caught Shane with little Ms. Hotpants, and about 8 months since we've been divorced…I have to tell you never go through a divorce if at all possible, it's just one painful grueling thing after another, when court time came around, I used the video tape as evidence against him, cause his lawyer was trying to say I was just trying to get his money…I wanted no part of his money…I was a doctor for Christ sake, I have my own money.
Stephanie had finally cut Paul loose...so we were like the damn single twins…we kept our friendship, and would go on a date every once in a while, but nothing serious…we never kissed or held hands…obviously no sex…we were both trying to heal some fairly bad wounds and didn't want to complicate things by trying to have a relationship with one another…we didn't want to be each others rebounds, so for the mean time we decided to just keep the friendship angle.
Some people at the company thought there was more going on between us, but then most of them knew we were just friends. We went to the gym together, and the more we hung out the more fascinated I got with wrestling…Paul started showing me moves, holds, throws…everything, he was a good teacher and I was a good student. I had fun learning about wrestling, and knowing it took someone who had a tough body to pull off the moves they were doing, but yet still make everything look so real. By now Paul had cut his hair and it was a little past his shoulders now, and he weight 246lbs…he put on some muscles!!!!!
6 months later, I was getting better with the whole wrestling and stuff, so one night, after a Monday night Raw, when all the fans were already gone; Paul and I were sparing in the ring. We were just in jeans and a t-shirt; obviously going for the comfort thing…The first time I took a hit from him and fell right on my ass and he stood bent over my head and said, "You'll live." I said, "No…really, thanks for the concern…I think I broke my coccyx, but I'll live." Paul said, "I don't know if you have one of those or not…so I wouldn't know if you broke it. Wait come to think of it; I hope you don't have one."
I sat up and as he held out his hand I took it and he helped me to my feet. I said, "Paul, coccyx, it a fancy medical term word for tailbone and yes I have one and so do you…" Paul smiled and said, "Okay…you ready?" I said, "Sure…Gimmie all you got there little man." Paul said, "I see nothing little about me." I said, "Maybe I wasn't referring to you alone, maybe it was directed towards some part of your body…" And I smiled…
Paul said, "So this is how you want to play the game?" I said, "I'm not playing the game, so don't even try and go into character, because I couldn't handle it…" Paul said, "Actually yes you could, as long as you used you're head…you know for something other then a hat rack." I said, "Ohh, I see how were going to do this…you want to have a battle of wits…Well I don't like have a battle of wits with an unarmed person."
Paul walked over and got in my face, just the sight of his chest rising and falling in front of me was making me hot…but I said, "What…huh? Now what fool?" I was getting a little cocky and just to show me that he still had the upper hand in any situation, Paul wrapped his arms around me, picked me up and slammed me on my back…I got an adrenaline rush and was breathing hard…I laid there for a second.