Chapter 2
2) Later on that afternoon, I headed over to the Dallas Astro-dome to see where they’d be performing their next shows, Sunday Night Heat and Monday Night Raw. I parked my rental car in the employee parking lot and headed through the backdoor with my purse and notebook in hand. I figured I would get some inspiration if I sat where the fans normally did. I peaked my head through the door and looked around the empty hallways of the back stage area. The lights were all on, but no one was in sight. I entered the building and walked toward, what might be the entrance to the arena. Black curtains hung all over along with wires and cables lining the floor. I stuck my head through the curtain and saw that some of the wrestlers were going over moves in the ring with the choreographers. I didn't want to walk down the ramp and disrupt anyone so I found another way into the arena. I quietly took a seat in the fifth row, close enough to watch and far enough not to be noticed easily. I got myself comfortable, sitting cross-legged in my seat. I opened my notebook to a clean sheet of paper and stared blankly at it. What on earth was I going to write that would catch Vince McMahon's attention? I then turned my attention back to the wrestlers in the ring. Amy Dumas (Lita) and Trish Stratus were going at it, beating the crap out of each other. Jeff and Matt were standing ringside, cheering Amy on, and telling her moves to go over. Andrew (Test) and Albert were on the other side of the ring, giving pointers to Trish. I could do that, I thought... suddenly as I was daydreaming, Jeff looked over, noticing me. He gave me a little wave and smile. I waved back at him, and went back to writing. I stared again down at the blue lines, the empty page looking back at me, what new twist could I add to the show, I thought to myself.
"Hey, Jeff, who is she, that woman who is sitting over there?" Matt asked Jeff, skimming over me with a questioning stare.
"Oh, her, she's joined the team of scriptwriters. She is staying right next door to us at the hotel and has a huge Rottweiler dog." Jeff said, motioning to me.
"Oh, what's her name?" Matt asked, his chocolate eyes still locked on me.
"Maria Taylor." Jeff replied. "She looks like a wrestler, though, doesn't she?" Jeff asked, following Matt's interested look.
"Yeah, actually she does." Matt said, nodding his head.
Back at my seat, I looked up from my empty page and noticed that Matt was looking at me, I quickly looked back down at my paper. I glanced back up at him, and his eyes darted away with uneasiness. I shrugged it off and tried my hardest to focus on my writing. It was getting to be 5:00 pm, and I still had nothing to show Vince. As I looked back to the ring, Matt and Jeff were now practicing moves with Albert and Andrew. It was awesome to see their moves up close. Then my mind-started turning, the Hardy Boyz needed another girl with them, not just Amy, but one more girl so they would have an even group of four. Who could it be, Trish was with T&A, and Joanie (Chyna) was with Billy, who could be the fourth girl? Then a crazy thought entered my mind, why not me, I was a writer, I could work it into the script and no one would ever have to know that I wrote myself in. What was I thinking, I couldn't do that, I argued with myself over the issue. I was brought there to write, and now I had wanted to wrestle? I had been so engrossed in arguing with myself that I didn't notice that Jeff and Matt were walking towards me.
"Maria?" Jeff asked, as I intently scribbled some notes down on my paper. I almost jumped when I heard his voice. I looked up at them with surprise. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump." Jeff said, with a slight smile.
"No, it's okay; sometimes I get too involved with my work and don't notice the real world." I nervously said, adjusting myself in my seat.
"Well, I wanted to introduce you to my older brother Matt." Jeff said, gesturing to Matt who was standing beside him staring intently at his feet.
"Hi Matt, nice to meet you." I said, timidly looking at him through my glasses. I stretched out my hand to shake his. I had butterflies in my stomach, but I didn't let it show too much.
"Nice to meet you, Maria." Matt said, just then looking directly in my eyes and shaking my hand with gentleness. His eyes were even more deep and soulful up close, I thought, as the moment seemed to last forever.
"Mind if we sit with you for a little bit?" Jeff asked, after the awkward moment of silence that followed the handshake.
"Sure. Have a seat." I said, surprised at his question. The two took seats in the row in front of me, and shifted their bodies to face me. We all looked back to the ring as Amy and Trish were practicing again, trying to perfect their moves.
"So, why aren't you in that ring?" Jeff spoke up, as he saw me intently watching them.
"Me? No, way, I couldn’t do that. Look at me, do I look like a WWF diva to you?" I asked him.
Matt suddenly turned to face me, almost in shock of what I was saying to Jeff. He didn’t say anything; he just looked at me with sort of a sly smile on his face. "Why not?" he finally asked.
"Well, let's see, I'm shy, I hate crowds of people, especially when all of them have their eyes on my every move, plus millions of people would be watching at home. Then there are those outfits, which I could never wear, and lastly I do not have implants." I said, voicing my opinion.
They both cracked up my last reason. Matt smiled; his dimples showing, and shook his head.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you are cynical?" Matt asked sharply.
"Well no, but I know I am." I replied.
"I mean, millions of people would jump at the chance to be a WWF wrestler, and you have it in your grasp, and your turning it down?" Matt said, starting to get loud with me.
"Matt, may I remind you that I was not brought here to become a wrestler, I was brought here to write a script that you will be following." I said, raising my own tone somewhat.
"Well, Matt she does have a point." Jeff came, trying to calm the storm that was starting between his brother and I.
"Jeff, you said it yourself, that she should become a wrestler too, don't even deny it." Matt said, his cheeks starting to flush.
"Yo, you three, could we, we are trying to wrestle up here?!" One of the choreographers shouted to us from the ring. Instantly we became quiet.
"Well, why do you want me to be a wrestler, if you think I'm cynical, would you really want to put with my attitude more then you really have to?" I shot back with a whisper.
Matt didn’t have a comeback for that one; he just sat quietly brooding to himself. Jeff turned to me and shrugged his shoulders.
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