***Chapter 2***
About 5 minutes before the match was to take place, Shane went out to the ring and was going to announce the cancellation of the match for that night with Paul, Mark, Glenn, and Rob…Rob and Glenn were already in the ring waiting for the two stragglers to join them for the match…Shane pulled the mic to his lips and just as he started to say something… "TIME TO PLAY THE GAME" hard hitting music rang through the arena…and the fans jumped to their feet and went totally ballistic…Paul and Mark came out in levis and a t-shirt…first time Paul would wrestle in that type of ring attire…Paul pulled his T-shirt off and threw it into the audience…
Trish and I were absolutely staring into the TV pretty much dumb founded…where the hell had they both been??? What the hell was going on??? And just exactly why didn't either of them answer their cell phones??? All answers would come in due time…obviously the match was going to come first…and the answers had better be explained pretty damn quick. Paul and Mark made short comings of Glenn and Rob…obviously winning by slamming both the guys through a couple of tables…Marks signature furniture.
As the boys walked up the ramp, we were standing behind the curtain waiting for them to emerge…when they walked around the corner they were laughing, Paul said, "Did you see Shane's face, he didn't think we were going to show up for the match…" Mark chuckled and said, "I know, like we'd really miss a match or a show…get real." The guys stopped in their tracks when they saw Trish and me standing our ground with our arms folded across our chests in a defense.
Paul smiled cheesy and said, "Baby!" He walked over to me and started to give me a kiss on the cheek and I moved my head and said, "I don't think so Paul Michael Levesque…" Mark started to walk towards Trish, when she put her hand on his chest and said, "Think again little man." And we both turned around and walked back to the dressing room, the boys in toe straggling behind us pretty quiet after the cold reception. Paul was making faces because he knew he was in trouble for not answering his cell…and Mark let out a little whimper because he knew he was in double trouble with Trish.
When we got back to the dressing room, Trish grabbed Mark's ear and drug him into the next room like a 5 year-old. Paul didn't want to sit cause he knew I was about to either a) explode or b) want to shove him first before I exploded…he was right on both accounts I did both a & b…first I exploded with, "Where the hell have you been, and why didn't you answer your cell phone?" I said pretty loud as it rang off the walls in the dressing room…Paul really couldn't give me an answer all he said was, "I had some business to take care of."
I put my hands on his chest and shoved him as hard as I could, which trying to shove Paul was kind of like trying to push a semi with a Mazda…it wasn't happening... I said, "Do you have any clue as to how worried I was about you…huh…huh….do you?" he said, "No." He looked at the floor like a scolded dog, and just kept his eyes on my steel toes, trying to watch to see if I was going to try and kick his manhood away so he couldn't have children…ever.
Paul had his hands shoved down low in his pockets and I said, "I was so worried about you…why didn't you answer your cell-phone?" Paul said, "I told you I was taking care of some business…"
I said, "Oh really…so what exactly was so important that you had to ignore your cell phone when you're wife…that's me…couldn't pick it up and at least let me know you were alright, you and Mark have been missing since we got to the arena which hello, if you had a watch or maybe took some common sense to ask someone what time it was, you'd know you've been gone for 5 hours…which in a normal case if I would of stayed at the hotel I would of expected you to not be there until later, but I'm at the arena worried about you, cause you nearly missed your match…you didn't even have time to change, you had to wrestle in that. The time that we've been together, I don't think I ever seen you unprepared for a match."
Paul said, "Well, obviously, what I had to get done was a little more important then trying to get back here to do my match or to even pick up the ringing cell-phone hanging off my hip…I was taking care of…" and before he could…I finished for him, "Business. Okay that phrase is getting old…" Paul said, "Well that's the only one you're going to get out of me." I rolled my eyes and walked out the door…letting the door close on its own, Trish stormed past Paul shoving him out of the way and Paul said, "Hey, watch it." Trish said, "Bite me." And continued out the door…