A couple of weeks later, Mark has been acting kind of funny lately…I haven't said anything to him, cause I just figured it was the whole…wedding day getting closer thing…of course I'm pretty oblivious about things that go on around me…I've been sticking to my medical office cause a bunch of the wrestlers keep getting hurt…it's like when x-mas comes around every one starts getting sloppy…just cause they know they have the whole week of x-mas off…and don't have to worry about nothing until the first Raw at the beginning of the new year.
I swear there is something really funny going on with Mark…he's really been acting weird…I can't get it off my mind…something is definitely up and it doesn't seem like it's the whole wedding thing…it seems like it's something else…I guess I should talk with him…so here goes nothing…
Mark was in his dressing room getting ready for his match…so I walked down and went in…he was sitting in a chair pulling himself together…getting himself into Undertaker mode…I said, "Babe, before you get all Undertaker…can we talk for like 5 minutes?" Mark said, "Sure, What's up Nyla?" I sat across from him and said, "Mark, are you feeling okay?" He said, "Yea, why?" I said, "Cause you haven't exactly been acting like yourself lately…" Mark said, "I think I'm just getting excited about us getting married…I mean I wish it would hurry up and get here already…maybe we should of eloped, instead of doing the whole guest list and stuff…it makes me crazy…I'm okay though…" I said, "Are you sure?" He said, "Yes…I'm sure sweetie…" I said, "Okay…" Mark gave me a kiss and I said, "I'll be down in the medical room, when you get done with your match." Mark nodded and took off to the ring…
Deep down I know everything was not as it seemed…I knew something wasn't as perfect as I had hoped it was…I was just waiting for Mark to admit it to himself and eventually tell me…but I knew it wouldn't be soon…I went back to the medical room and while I watched Mark's match on the monitor, I went ahead and checked my e-mail one more time, expecting an e-mail from Vanessa telling me what gate she'd be at when we meet in Chicago for next Monday Night Raw. Naturally there was one there waiting for me…It said:
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Lala,
Hey chica…how's everything going in the world of beat downs, choke slams and tombstone pile drivers? I got those from Jakie…he's been teaching me a lot about wrestling lately…why I don't know…I think he's wanting to be a wrestler when he gets older…which wouldn't be too bad, as long as he could promise me forever he wouldn't get hurt…By the way…My flight gets in about 10 minutes after yours… gate 16A…be there or I'll beat your ass…hehehe…I have one last list for you sugar britches…and just cause it's close to x-mas…I'm sure you'll love it…Tis the season…to beat someone's ASS…See ya in 4 days…
Vanna
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12 days of Christmas
All the guys got together and decide to sing what they wanted for Christmas instead of making a list... So here we go...
Matt On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me...anal beads and a pearl jam cd.
Stephanie On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me two breast implants, no anal beads and maybe a pearl jam cd.
Shane On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me three adult DVD's, no implants needed, anal beads and anything but a pearl jam cd.
Christian On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me four calling cards, three adult DVD's, two sparkling shirts, and why did Matt have to go first?
Kurt Angle On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me five gold medals, four calling cards, three year supply of milk, no implants needs, anal beads are for freaks... who still listens to pearl jam.
Edge On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me six mat dances I can do, five gold medals (Kurt is obsessed), four booty calls, three adult DVD's, where would I put implants, and Matt is a sexual freak.
Undertaker I refuse to sing this pussy ass song so On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me seven biker's biking.
Test On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me eight table dances, seven bikers... what is that aboot, six mat dances, five gold medals, four booty calls, three adult DVD's, no implants needs, Lita and some anal beads.
Jeff On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me nine hair dying kits, eight table dances, seven motorcycles, six mat dances, five gold medals, four booty calls, three adult DVD's, no implants needs, Prozac and wild turkey.
Triple H On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ten mirrors to flex in, nine hair dying kits, eight table dances, seven motorcycles, six mat dances, five gold medals, four booty calls, three adult DVD's, no implants needs, and a woman who is open to anything.
Jericho On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me eleven jerichoholics fighting, ten mirrors to flex in, nine hair dying kits, eight table dances, seven motorcycles, six mat dances, five gold medals, four booty calls, three adult DVD's, no implants needs, and the name of the person who let Matt go first.
APA Damn...On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me twelve cases of beer a'cracking, eleven bar fights, ten cigars to smoke, nine ladies dancing (Why in the hell was that taken out), eight table dances, seven motorcycles, six pack of beer, five card stud, four booty calls, three adult DVD's, and who in the hell wants implants, anal beads and a damn pearl jam cd.
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I immediately e-mailed that to Amy and everyone else I had e-mail addresses for…I knew they'd love it and know it fit the wrestlers perfect…