You're in for a special treat, I'm making this chapter a little
longer, for one, I got carried away with it and two, I don't like keeping
an audience in too much suspense.
Thyst woke up the next morning and decided to go get something to eat for breakfast. She put on her Hip huggers because it was the only thing she had clean, and a baby tee. She pulled up her hair and was on her way.
"May I help you." The waitress wore a big smile. Thyst had her head in her hands.
"Um yes, I'd like some coffee and bacon and scrambled eggs, a waffle and some toast please." Thyst exchanged the same warm smile.
"I'll be back with your order sweetie." She winked and left Thyst to her business. Thyst reached into her purse and checked her text messages on her cell phone. There were none, but there was a voicemail from her friend Becky and another one from Heather, whom she had taken a road trip with straight out of high school. Thyst put her cell back in her purse and heard it ring.
"What up?" She answered.
"OMG! Where the hell have you been?" Becky yelled over the phone.
"I was with Stephanie McMahon deciding my gimmick." Thyst was half- asleep. She took off her coat and laid her head and arm down on the table, and held the phone to her ear with the other hand and arm.
"At 8PM?" Becky had her there.
"Oh yeah, I was, with, someone that, I'm,..Gonna work with." Thyst smiled at the memory.
"Spill the beans, you can't hold out forever!" Becky squealed.
"You'll just have to watch Wrestlemania. Oh and guess what? I'm in a main event." Thyst smiled.
"Well now I got to call Heather and tell her the news! I'll talk to ya later." Becky abruptly hung up before Thyst had a chance to say goodbye. 3 minutes passed and her cell went off again.
"OMG OMG OMG!" That, was Heather alright.
"Hey Heather, what's shakin'?" Thyst smiled
"You! You are in a main event. For Wrestlemania." Heather spoke in short breathy fragments.
"Umm, sort of, yeah." Thyst laughed. A loud scream came from the other line. Thyst pulled the phone away from her ear.
"You are gonna be in a main event!" Heather said, and screamed again. Heather wanted to become a nurse so she left the road trip earlier than Thyst had.
"Yupe, I'm awesome I know." Thyst laughed again.
"You know, if there are any hot guys, send them my way." Heather said finally calming down.
"Any hot guys? I'm like in a fucking cock fest, of course there's hot guys!" Thyst yelled. People in the restaurant looked at her. She mouthed the word "sorry."
"Well, okay, I should go, some of us have REAL jobs." Heather said.
"Talk to you soon. Bye." Thyst hung up her phone and the waitress gave her her order.
"Thank you." Thyst smiled. Her phone rang again.
"God damn it." She thought.
"Yeah?"
"Hi, this is Vince McMahon." A voice came from the other end. Thyst swallowed her coffee hard.
"Good Morning Mr. McMahon." Thyst said. She definitely was intimidated; she didn't want to loose her job by being disrespectful.
"Your plane leaves in about two hours, be at the airport by then. Mark will meet you there. You two should learn more about each other since you'll be around each other so much." Vince said.
"Of course, no problem." Thyst said.
"Good bye Ms. Marxist." Vince said then hung up. Thyst went on eating her breakfast. When she was done, she drove to the hotel and finished packing her things up. She returned her rental to the airport rental center and waited for Mark. Finally he arrived.
"Hi." Mark put down some of his stuff and hugged Thyst.
"Hi, I see someone had a really good morning or a really bad one." Thyst hugged back, Mark had to lean down and she was on her tiptoes.
"A really good morning." Mark smiled.
"May I ask why?" Thyst asked, it was about 11:30 in the morning.
"I dunno, just woke up in a good mood." Mark smiled, picked up his stuff and proceeded through the airport. They both took their seats. It was about, three hours to New York, they left from Chicago.
"So." Mark said. Thyst took out her CD player and put in The White Stripes "Elephant."
"So?" Thyst had her head set around her neck so she wasn't listening to it yet.
"Into that new punk stuff huh?" Mark looked in disinterest. Thyst shrugged.
"I like some old school too." They continued like that with small conversation throughout the whole flight.
Thyst woke up the next morning and decided to go get something to eat for breakfast. She put on her Hip huggers because it was the only thing she had clean, and a baby tee. She pulled up her hair and was on her way.
"May I help you." The waitress wore a big smile. Thyst had her head in her hands.
"Um yes, I'd like some coffee and bacon and scrambled eggs, a waffle and some toast please." Thyst exchanged the same warm smile.
"I'll be back with your order sweetie." She winked and left Thyst to her business. Thyst reached into her purse and checked her text messages on her cell phone. There were none, but there was a voicemail from her friend Becky and another one from Heather, whom she had taken a road trip with straight out of high school. Thyst put her cell back in her purse and heard it ring.
"What up?" She answered.
"OMG! Where the hell have you been?" Becky yelled over the phone.
"I was with Stephanie McMahon deciding my gimmick." Thyst was half- asleep. She took off her coat and laid her head and arm down on the table, and held the phone to her ear with the other hand and arm.
"At 8PM?" Becky had her there.
"Oh yeah, I was, with, someone that, I'm,..Gonna work with." Thyst smiled at the memory.
"Spill the beans, you can't hold out forever!" Becky squealed.
"You'll just have to watch Wrestlemania. Oh and guess what? I'm in a main event." Thyst smiled.
"Well now I got to call Heather and tell her the news! I'll talk to ya later." Becky abruptly hung up before Thyst had a chance to say goodbye. 3 minutes passed and her cell went off again.
"OMG OMG OMG!" That, was Heather alright.
"Hey Heather, what's shakin'?" Thyst smiled
"You! You are in a main event. For Wrestlemania." Heather spoke in short breathy fragments.
"Umm, sort of, yeah." Thyst laughed. A loud scream came from the other line. Thyst pulled the phone away from her ear.
"You are gonna be in a main event!" Heather said, and screamed again. Heather wanted to become a nurse so she left the road trip earlier than Thyst had.
"Yupe, I'm awesome I know." Thyst laughed again.
"You know, if there are any hot guys, send them my way." Heather said finally calming down.
"Any hot guys? I'm like in a fucking cock fest, of course there's hot guys!" Thyst yelled. People in the restaurant looked at her. She mouthed the word "sorry."
"Well, okay, I should go, some of us have REAL jobs." Heather said.
"Talk to you soon. Bye." Thyst hung up her phone and the waitress gave her her order.
"Thank you." Thyst smiled. Her phone rang again.
"God damn it." She thought.
"Yeah?"
"Hi, this is Vince McMahon." A voice came from the other end. Thyst swallowed her coffee hard.
"Good Morning Mr. McMahon." Thyst said. She definitely was intimidated; she didn't want to loose her job by being disrespectful.
"Your plane leaves in about two hours, be at the airport by then. Mark will meet you there. You two should learn more about each other since you'll be around each other so much." Vince said.
"Of course, no problem." Thyst said.
"Good bye Ms. Marxist." Vince said then hung up. Thyst went on eating her breakfast. When she was done, she drove to the hotel and finished packing her things up. She returned her rental to the airport rental center and waited for Mark. Finally he arrived.
"Hi." Mark put down some of his stuff and hugged Thyst.
"Hi, I see someone had a really good morning or a really bad one." Thyst hugged back, Mark had to lean down and she was on her tiptoes.
"A really good morning." Mark smiled.
"May I ask why?" Thyst asked, it was about 11:30 in the morning.
"I dunno, just woke up in a good mood." Mark smiled, picked up his stuff and proceeded through the airport. They both took their seats. It was about, three hours to New York, they left from Chicago.
"So." Mark said. Thyst took out her CD player and put in The White Stripes "Elephant."
"So?" Thyst had her head set around her neck so she wasn't listening to it yet.
"Into that new punk stuff huh?" Mark looked in disinterest. Thyst shrugged.
"I like some old school too." They continued like that with small conversation throughout the whole flight.