Chapter 2
Time passed, and as it did so, John got better. He got out of the hospital, and a day after he did, he called me at home. I picked up the phone that Marc had painted black with flames (dont ask me why).
"Moshi-Moshi, this is Rolo, who's calling?"
"Um...Moshi...moshi? Sounds like something Kenzo would say."
"John! Hi!"
"Hello, Rolo. Well, Im out of the hospital, and I talked to Mr. McMahon."
"Whatd he say? Anything good?"
"He liked the idea. I told him about you, and he asked if you were tough enough."
"Well...I beat up a senior at my high school and hospitalized him for a week. It was self-defense, and he had a broken soda bottle, while I was un-armed."
"I could tell you were tough from the start. You just...had that look in your eyes. And your biceps are the size of mine."
I laughed. John continued.
"So I told him that you were, and...now youre a part of the WWE family."
My eyes got wide, and I was dead quiet.
"Rolo? You okay, kid?"
I then cheered loudly, dancing around the room, phone in my hand. Marc walked out of the kitchen, saw me dancing and cheering, and grew a confused look on his face.
"I'm just fine, John!" I said, still dancing and not noticing my cousin staring at me like I was insane. I then noticed Marc, then said into the phone, "Tell ya what, John. Pick me up at my house, and you can introduce me to everyone, then help me pick out a trademark or somethin'."
"Okay. I'll need your address..."
"Oh, right. I live at 1234 Blues Drive. It's the one with the black door with flames painted on. Cant miss it."
"Right. See you at five?"
"Count on it."
"Okay. Bye." John hung up, and I did the same. Marc was still staring.
"Mind explainin' there, kiddo?" he asked me. I giggled, then nodded, and began to tell him of my phone conversation with John, and how I was to become his new apprentice.
