Chapter 15
When we got to the arena I got their scripts and handed 'em out. Dave groaned. "What's the matter babe?" Dave mumbled, "I get put in the crossface." I looked at the script and sure enough during the show Batista gets put in the crippler crossface by Benoit. I sighed, "It could be worse. At least you're not getting any SCM." The guys all looked at me waiting for me to elaborate. I rolled my eyes, "Come on boys. It's not that hard to decipher. Who's my all time favorite wrestler?" Paul grumbled, "Shawn Michaels." I smiled, "Yes... now guess what SCM stands for." No one said anything so I rolled my eyes, "OH COME ON! S-C-M... Sweet Chin Music. Duh! Use your brains."
Paul laughed, "You really need to meet Shawn. I mean more then a 'hello' too, it's kind of pathetic how much you love him." I just stared at Paul, "Oh really now? Well, when Shawn was out there was only ONE reason why I watched RAW and SmackDown." Everyone looked at me some what shocked. "Ya'll need me to sing the entrance music for ya?" Ric nodded, "Yea. That would help."
I rolled my eyes, "Fine then, ya'll are gonna feel SO incredibly stupid though." I cleared my throat. "IT'S TIME TO PLAY THE GAME... I don't need to continue, do I?" No one said anything. I just smiled sweetly at Paul, "You had NO idea, did you?" Paul just shook his head. "Well... you were awesome. It was like all the power behind HBK transferred to HHH when he had to leave. But then you had to go and turn Jack Ass on us all a while back." I shook my head, "It broke my heart. See... (and I pointed to my cheek) tear."
Then I smiled after I wiped away my invisible tear. "Aww... I still love you Tripsey. Just not as much as Tista over there." Ric laughed, "Tripsey and Tista huh?" I nodded, "Yep. I call dumb fuck over there Orton, or Randall. Sarah's SEV or Sarha Elizabeth. Now I just need to think of one for you." I thought about it for a minute. "I could go with Natche... but lots a people call you that, so it's not as special. I could call you old geezer, but you're really not THAT old, so I guess I won't be TOO hard on ya. Got any ideas Sarah Elizabeth?"
Sarah just laughed at me, "Nope. I'm drawing a blanc. You're gonna have to think of one on your own." I sighed, "You're no help. Ricky? Nah. Dude... what's your middle name?" Ric shook his head, "Dude? You've been hanging out with Rob too much." I scoffed, "Don't be Gay Flair. What's your middle name?" "Morgan." I just looked at Ric and smiled, "Don't you dare say anything Andrea. Not a damn word!" (OH... and by the way I looked up Flair's REAL name... took a while to find the middle one, and if anyone knows if this middle name is incorrect PLEASE, PLEASE let me know! Thanks!)
I feigned shock. "Why Ric. I would NEVER say anything about your middle name. Granted it IS kind of girlish... I can't talk much, my initials spell ass." Ric just stared at me, "Seriously Ric... if I make fun of you I give you permission to make fun of me. Kay?" Ric nodded, "I'm gonna take you up on that girl." I smiled, "I mean... what fun is it to make fun of someone if they just get extremely pissed about it. THAT and I do like you Flair. You're one of 'my boys'... if I make fun of you I don't really mean it." Ric laughed, "Okay then. I take it you PLAN to make fun of me. But I'm gonna dish it right back out." I smiled sweetly, "I wouldn't have it any other way... Morgy."
Ric growled, "Aww... Ricster... I didn't mean anything by it. I swear." "Girl... you better run." My eyes got wide and I gulped, "Run?" Ric nodded, "Yea. I'ma chase you around the arena until I get a hold of you. You're gonna learn to teach your elders with respect." I smiled and couldn't help myself, and I broke out into song, "R-E-S-P-E-C-T... Find out what it means to me. R-E-S-P-E-C-T... Take care of TCB. Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, a little respect. OOHH!"
The guys just stared at me. I went over to Dave, "Babe... chin off the ground." And I pushed his jaw back up. And pecked his lips. Paul just stared for a while, "Man... we've got ourselves a golden voice. It's too bad she's got a boyfriend, she would WOW the guys." I just looked at Paul like 'wut?' Then I put my arms around Dave's waist, "That's okay. I like being with my Tista too much." Ric smiled at the cute look on her face, "Your Tista? Laying claim, are we?"
I smiled and looked up at Dave, "Well... there are MANY ways that I have already laid claim to Dave here. Although I'm not really comfortable listing all those ways... Yep. Dave's MINE. I'm never letting him go." Dave laughed, "Then it's a good thing I don't want to be free, huh?" I nodded, "Yep. Sure is."
--After the Show--
We were in the car back to good old Council Bluffs, which is about a 15 – 30 minute drive. "So... Sarah, do you like wrestling more then you did before?" Then I giggled, "I rhymed." Everyone shook their head at me. "Yea. I can actually tolerate wrestling now. I know it's not all fake, and that they really DO get hurt when they wrestle." I rolled my eyes, "Do any of your friends watch it?" "Not that I know of. Remember when you bugged the hell out of Lance about it?" I got a BIG smile on my face and sighed, "Those were the days!"
Sarah laughed, "Get this guys... Rea used to tell Lance ALL about wrestling. He got really sick of it." I smiled, "Hell... it's not my fault that he doesn't appreciate hot sweaty men shirtless, is it?" Dave laughed, "That's what you told him about?" I smiled, "That's not ALL I told him about. I told him about my favorite wrestlers and he's seen pictures of all the REALLY good ones." Sarah laughed, "Translation... good ones means hot ones." I smiled, "But of course."
Ric laughed, "So if you weren't working for us would you have gone to the show?" "FUCK YEA! You think I'd give up a chance to see 'my boys' in action? Psh.. Yea right!" Sarah laughed, "She probably woulda made a sign." I nodded, "Yep. I sure would have." "What would it have said?" asked Paul. I smile innocently, "WELL... It either would have said HBK is my hero, OR... Batista... I wanna have your babies!" Everyone in the car burst out laughing. I feigned innocence, "What? Did I say something wrong?"
Dave stopped laughing, "No. You seriously would have written a sign like that?" I got an evil smile on my face, "Of course. The way I figure it... you guys see normal signs with just your name on it all the time. If it said 'I wanna have your babies' then it would get more attention, from ALL of the wrestlers, and then you'd be bound to notice me." Paul nodded, "You're right again Rea. If I saw a sign that said that I'd definetly make some eye contact with the woman holding it." I laughed, "First off... everyone knows you're off limits, actually... not that you're 'off limits,' just that there's no chance in hell. And Secondly... what makes you think it'd be a woman holding the sign. It COULD be a man. Hoping it wouldn't be, but there is a chance."
Ric laughed, "Man Dave, you've got your hands full with her. She wants little Batista's," Ric shivered, "Yikes. Just what we need, HER offspring." I opened my mouth wide in shock, "Why you little shit! I should come over there and beat you up." Ric laughed, "What's stopping you, little one?" I glared at Ric, "I don't want to break any of your bones you old geezer!" Ric grabbed his chest, "Oh my poor heart!" I stuck my tongue out at him , "Serves you right!" Then I looked at Ric worried, "You're okay, right?" Ric laughed, "You care? I'm touched. And yes, I'm fine Angel." I sighed, "Good. I know where the hospital is if you needed it... but that woulda been scary."
Paul smiled, "You were gonna take him to the hospital if he needed it? Even after he was being a jack ass to you?" I shrugged, "Yea. I probably deserved it. Besides... I know Ric was just kidding. So was I." And we finally got to my parent's homes and went to sleep.
When we got to the arena I got their scripts and handed 'em out. Dave groaned. "What's the matter babe?" Dave mumbled, "I get put in the crossface." I looked at the script and sure enough during the show Batista gets put in the crippler crossface by Benoit. I sighed, "It could be worse. At least you're not getting any SCM." The guys all looked at me waiting for me to elaborate. I rolled my eyes, "Come on boys. It's not that hard to decipher. Who's my all time favorite wrestler?" Paul grumbled, "Shawn Michaels." I smiled, "Yes... now guess what SCM stands for." No one said anything so I rolled my eyes, "OH COME ON! S-C-M... Sweet Chin Music. Duh! Use your brains."
Paul laughed, "You really need to meet Shawn. I mean more then a 'hello' too, it's kind of pathetic how much you love him." I just stared at Paul, "Oh really now? Well, when Shawn was out there was only ONE reason why I watched RAW and SmackDown." Everyone looked at me some what shocked. "Ya'll need me to sing the entrance music for ya?" Ric nodded, "Yea. That would help."
I rolled my eyes, "Fine then, ya'll are gonna feel SO incredibly stupid though." I cleared my throat. "IT'S TIME TO PLAY THE GAME... I don't need to continue, do I?" No one said anything. I just smiled sweetly at Paul, "You had NO idea, did you?" Paul just shook his head. "Well... you were awesome. It was like all the power behind HBK transferred to HHH when he had to leave. But then you had to go and turn Jack Ass on us all a while back." I shook my head, "It broke my heart. See... (and I pointed to my cheek) tear."
Then I smiled after I wiped away my invisible tear. "Aww... I still love you Tripsey. Just not as much as Tista over there." Ric laughed, "Tripsey and Tista huh?" I nodded, "Yep. I call dumb fuck over there Orton, or Randall. Sarah's SEV or Sarha Elizabeth. Now I just need to think of one for you." I thought about it for a minute. "I could go with Natche... but lots a people call you that, so it's not as special. I could call you old geezer, but you're really not THAT old, so I guess I won't be TOO hard on ya. Got any ideas Sarah Elizabeth?"
Sarah just laughed at me, "Nope. I'm drawing a blanc. You're gonna have to think of one on your own." I sighed, "You're no help. Ricky? Nah. Dude... what's your middle name?" Ric shook his head, "Dude? You've been hanging out with Rob too much." I scoffed, "Don't be Gay Flair. What's your middle name?" "Morgan." I just looked at Ric and smiled, "Don't you dare say anything Andrea. Not a damn word!" (OH... and by the way I looked up Flair's REAL name... took a while to find the middle one, and if anyone knows if this middle name is incorrect PLEASE, PLEASE let me know! Thanks!)
I feigned shock. "Why Ric. I would NEVER say anything about your middle name. Granted it IS kind of girlish... I can't talk much, my initials spell ass." Ric just stared at me, "Seriously Ric... if I make fun of you I give you permission to make fun of me. Kay?" Ric nodded, "I'm gonna take you up on that girl." I smiled, "I mean... what fun is it to make fun of someone if they just get extremely pissed about it. THAT and I do like you Flair. You're one of 'my boys'... if I make fun of you I don't really mean it." Ric laughed, "Okay then. I take it you PLAN to make fun of me. But I'm gonna dish it right back out." I smiled sweetly, "I wouldn't have it any other way... Morgy."
Ric growled, "Aww... Ricster... I didn't mean anything by it. I swear." "Girl... you better run." My eyes got wide and I gulped, "Run?" Ric nodded, "Yea. I'ma chase you around the arena until I get a hold of you. You're gonna learn to teach your elders with respect." I smiled and couldn't help myself, and I broke out into song, "R-E-S-P-E-C-T... Find out what it means to me. R-E-S-P-E-C-T... Take care of TCB. Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, a little respect. OOHH!"
The guys just stared at me. I went over to Dave, "Babe... chin off the ground." And I pushed his jaw back up. And pecked his lips. Paul just stared for a while, "Man... we've got ourselves a golden voice. It's too bad she's got a boyfriend, she would WOW the guys." I just looked at Paul like 'wut?' Then I put my arms around Dave's waist, "That's okay. I like being with my Tista too much." Ric smiled at the cute look on her face, "Your Tista? Laying claim, are we?"
I smiled and looked up at Dave, "Well... there are MANY ways that I have already laid claim to Dave here. Although I'm not really comfortable listing all those ways... Yep. Dave's MINE. I'm never letting him go." Dave laughed, "Then it's a good thing I don't want to be free, huh?" I nodded, "Yep. Sure is."
--After the Show--
We were in the car back to good old Council Bluffs, which is about a 15 – 30 minute drive. "So... Sarah, do you like wrestling more then you did before?" Then I giggled, "I rhymed." Everyone shook their head at me. "Yea. I can actually tolerate wrestling now. I know it's not all fake, and that they really DO get hurt when they wrestle." I rolled my eyes, "Do any of your friends watch it?" "Not that I know of. Remember when you bugged the hell out of Lance about it?" I got a BIG smile on my face and sighed, "Those were the days!"
Sarah laughed, "Get this guys... Rea used to tell Lance ALL about wrestling. He got really sick of it." I smiled, "Hell... it's not my fault that he doesn't appreciate hot sweaty men shirtless, is it?" Dave laughed, "That's what you told him about?" I smiled, "That's not ALL I told him about. I told him about my favorite wrestlers and he's seen pictures of all the REALLY good ones." Sarah laughed, "Translation... good ones means hot ones." I smiled, "But of course."
Ric laughed, "So if you weren't working for us would you have gone to the show?" "FUCK YEA! You think I'd give up a chance to see 'my boys' in action? Psh.. Yea right!" Sarah laughed, "She probably woulda made a sign." I nodded, "Yep. I sure would have." "What would it have said?" asked Paul. I smile innocently, "WELL... It either would have said HBK is my hero, OR... Batista... I wanna have your babies!" Everyone in the car burst out laughing. I feigned innocence, "What? Did I say something wrong?"
Dave stopped laughing, "No. You seriously would have written a sign like that?" I got an evil smile on my face, "Of course. The way I figure it... you guys see normal signs with just your name on it all the time. If it said 'I wanna have your babies' then it would get more attention, from ALL of the wrestlers, and then you'd be bound to notice me." Paul nodded, "You're right again Rea. If I saw a sign that said that I'd definetly make some eye contact with the woman holding it." I laughed, "First off... everyone knows you're off limits, actually... not that you're 'off limits,' just that there's no chance in hell. And Secondly... what makes you think it'd be a woman holding the sign. It COULD be a man. Hoping it wouldn't be, but there is a chance."
Ric laughed, "Man Dave, you've got your hands full with her. She wants little Batista's," Ric shivered, "Yikes. Just what we need, HER offspring." I opened my mouth wide in shock, "Why you little shit! I should come over there and beat you up." Ric laughed, "What's stopping you, little one?" I glared at Ric, "I don't want to break any of your bones you old geezer!" Ric grabbed his chest, "Oh my poor heart!" I stuck my tongue out at him , "Serves you right!" Then I looked at Ric worried, "You're okay, right?" Ric laughed, "You care? I'm touched. And yes, I'm fine Angel." I sighed, "Good. I know where the hospital is if you needed it... but that woulda been scary."
Paul smiled, "You were gonna take him to the hospital if he needed it? Even after he was being a jack ass to you?" I shrugged, "Yea. I probably deserved it. Besides... I know Ric was just kidding. So was I." And we finally got to my parent's homes and went to sleep.