Chapter 3 - Didn't See That One Coming!
Submitted March 3, 2009 Updated March 30, 2009 Status Incomplete | Basically me and Sean are at Smackdown to see Jeff's big match for the WWE Championship belt and some stuff happens... Warning-I insult some wrestlers. I re-did the entire story and added some.
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Chapter 3 - Didn't See That One Coming!
Chapter 3 - Didn't See That One Coming!
Jeff rolled out of the ring and leaned against the wall right in front of me. I reached down and patted his shoulder lightly, not sure if I should. He kneeled down and held his arm. He bent his head and as I was rubbing his shoulder, he asked
“Are you Eve, the one who is always writing to me?”
“Yeah…” I answered hesitantly
“Do me a favor and stay after the show?”
“Sure, do I keep my friend with me or leave him behind?”
“Uh…I guess leave him behind if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, see you soon” He stood up, his face still twisted up in pain. He limped up the entrance ramp and around the corner. I sat down, flushed from my encounter with my childhood idol. Hayden leaned over and asked
“Are you okay? You seem a little red…”
“Yeah I’m all right…Hayden?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I stay after the show?” I made sure, or at least tried, to hide the fact that Jeff had asked me. Despite my efforts, another blush washed over me. The burning continued as Hayden asked
“Why?”
“Do you promise not to get mad?”
“Uhhh…sure.”
“Jeff…asked…me to.”
“Really?!? When?”
“You know how he was sitting right here? And how I was patting him on the shoulder and all?” I motioned toward the black rubber wall separating the audience from the ring.
“Yeah…” If Hayden had figured it out yet I couldn’t tell
“Well, while he was sitting there he just asked. I don’t know…”
“Wow…”He looked away”That’s really cool.” He finished
“Are you jealous?” I asked laughing
“Maybe a little…”He replied quietly.
“But you don’t even like wrestling! Do you remember the argument we had on the way here? ”
Flash Back:
“Why can’t I? It’s only across the street!” Hayden yelled
“Why do you want to go see this bar so badly?” I asked quietly
“I don’t even like wrestling! You know that! Besides, I haven’t seen one of his games in a long time.”
“Okay then go!” My voice was getting louder. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
“Really?” He sounded excited. By now we had pulled into a parking spot at the Wachovia Center. I reached behind me and grabbed my purse from behind my seat.
“Yes, by all means, go enjoy yourself. Have fun.” I jumped out of seat and hit the asphalt a little harder than I meant to. I slammed the door of his rusty old pick up truck so hard the other door came open. He shut his door and came running after me. I had stormed off toward the bathroom, but he caught me only a few seconds before I got there. He grabbed my arm and swung me around to face him.
“Eve, if this matters so much to you, I’ll go!”
“Okay I’m going to the bathroom first though.” I gave him his ticket “I’ll meet you at the seats.” He walked back to the car to grab his bag and I snickered at how evil I was. That was totally a fake tantrum! I walked off to the nearest souvenir shop and loaded up on Jeff Hardy, CM Punk, Triple H and Undertaker merchandise. Hayden would never have let me get so much. I got four shirts, a Jeff Hardy throw pillow and many other items Sean would have disapproved of. I dropped the stuff off at the car and hurried back inside.
End of Flash Back
I snickered just thinking about the hidden merchandise in his pick-up.
“Are you Eve, the one who is always writing to me?”
“Yeah…” I answered hesitantly
“Do me a favor and stay after the show?”
“Sure, do I keep my friend with me or leave him behind?”
“Uh…I guess leave him behind if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, see you soon” He stood up, his face still twisted up in pain. He limped up the entrance ramp and around the corner. I sat down, flushed from my encounter with my childhood idol. Hayden leaned over and asked
“Are you okay? You seem a little red…”
“Yeah I’m all right…Hayden?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I stay after the show?” I made sure, or at least tried, to hide the fact that Jeff had asked me. Despite my efforts, another blush washed over me. The burning continued as Hayden asked
“Why?”
“Do you promise not to get mad?”
“Uhhh…sure.”
“Jeff…asked…me to.”
“Really?!? When?”
“You know how he was sitting right here? And how I was patting him on the shoulder and all?” I motioned toward the black rubber wall separating the audience from the ring.
“Yeah…” If Hayden had figured it out yet I couldn’t tell
“Well, while he was sitting there he just asked. I don’t know…”
“Wow…”He looked away”That’s really cool.” He finished
“Are you jealous?” I asked laughing
“Maybe a little…”He replied quietly.
“But you don’t even like wrestling! Do you remember the argument we had on the way here? ”
Flash Back:
“Why can’t I? It’s only across the street!” Hayden yelled
“Why do you want to go see this bar so badly?” I asked quietly
“I don’t even like wrestling! You know that! Besides, I haven’t seen one of his games in a long time.”
“Okay then go!” My voice was getting louder. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
“Really?” He sounded excited. By now we had pulled into a parking spot at the Wachovia Center. I reached behind me and grabbed my purse from behind my seat.
“Yes, by all means, go enjoy yourself. Have fun.” I jumped out of seat and hit the asphalt a little harder than I meant to. I slammed the door of his rusty old pick up truck so hard the other door came open. He shut his door and came running after me. I had stormed off toward the bathroom, but he caught me only a few seconds before I got there. He grabbed my arm and swung me around to face him.
“Eve, if this matters so much to you, I’ll go!”
“Okay I’m going to the bathroom first though.” I gave him his ticket “I’ll meet you at the seats.” He walked back to the car to grab his bag and I snickered at how evil I was. That was totally a fake tantrum! I walked off to the nearest souvenir shop and loaded up on Jeff Hardy, CM Punk, Triple H and Undertaker merchandise. Hayden would never have let me get so much. I got four shirts, a Jeff Hardy throw pillow and many other items Sean would have disapproved of. I dropped the stuff off at the car and hurried back inside.
End of Flash Back
I snickered just thinking about the hidden merchandise in his pick-up.
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