-Chapter 3-
"Concentration"
Paul sat in his locker room lacing his black boots for the millionth time. :Knock Knock:
"Come in"
The door opened and it was none other then Ric Flair
"Hey kiddo, how ya doin?"
"Good, feel a little tired though"
"Aw did this old timer where you out?"
"Fat chance"
"Hehe, well I just thought I d see how you were, you seemed a little off earlier"
"Naw im fine"
"Sure?"
"I'm fine Ric"
"Alright," Ric put his hands up, "Ill see ya later then"
Paul nodded
He opened the door to his dressing room feeling something sticky on his boot. Paul looked down and it was a "World life" Sticker. Paul rolled his eyes at the thought of the Cena, who came strolling down the hallway.
"Hey fuck stick, you wanna keep your stuff out of my way please"
Cena smiled with his big eyes, looked up at Paul, and hugged him. This made everyone including Paul crack up.
"Aw is Mr big man angry, does he need a hug, would you like a sooooda?"
"Get, just get" Paul cracked up. He looked up and saw everyone was staring at him. Mike (HBK) approached him.
"Hey hunter"
"Hey, hows the knee"
"They just adjusted my brace, Its fine" "Want one?" Mike held up a water
"yeah sure thanks"
"You alright, anything buggin ya"
"Man what is with everyone, Jesus, im fine"
"Alright alright, just askin"
Paul grabbed the water and walked away from mike and down the hallway alone.
Marc (undertaker) stood next to mike
"What's with him"
"I think he needs to get laid" mike smirked
Mark chuckled
Paul grabbed a black t shirt from his room and his cd player.
He walked down the hallway blasting motorhead in his ears and tryin to remember the vanilla scent
Paul was desperately trying to concentrate throughout his warm up, but he knew something was wrong, and so did everyone else. Eric Bishoff stood next to Vince watching the warm up and running over Cena's monologue for that night.
"Whats up with hunter Vince?"
"Im not sure, lets just not step on his toes tonight huh?"
"Alright"
Paul was standing behind the curtain thanking god all he had to do was run away from flair, no talking. There is no way in hell he could memorize anything, he couldn't concentrate for the world.
Later On After Raw
Paul stood in the locker room shower, waiting to get back to the hotel so he could relax
The water ran down his body, easing his tense muscles
At The Hotel
Paul drove silently in the car. When he opened his door he threw down his bag and fell on the bed. He stared at the ceiling, putting his hand under his shirt and rubbing his belly. He thought he'd feel better being back there, but now he felt empty, and lonely.
Paul took out pj pants and his hair ties from his bag, he picked his jacket to hang it up and saw the little card fall out. He placed it on the table and changed. He wore no shirt, and blue soft pats with an orange stripe on the side. He sat in the chair and grabbed a drink opening his laptop. He picked up the card and smelled the vanilla again, Paul smiled. "What's happening to me?" he shook his head. "Hmmm" "What the hell am I gonna say..." "Concentrate Paul Concentrate...uhhh"
Hey this is Paul,
You gave me the card at subway today. Have you listened to inferno yet? I think it rocks. Write me back sometime, oh and you still have not told me your name.
Paul
Paul rolled his eyes at himself, god that sucks, aw well.
He left his laptop on and laid on the bed, falling asleep about 15 minutes later.