Chapter 3
Later on that night, I sat in my hotel room. Sunday Night Heat was being filmed over at the arena. I had been there long enough that day, and didn’t accomplish a thing, so I decided to stay in from the crowd scene and try to finish my paper. I sat in the bed with Gabe lying next to me. My laptop was hooked up and its cursor was blinking on the blank page. I then decided to flip on Heat and see what was going on. Just as I turned on the TV, I heard the Hardy Boyz theme music. Matt, Jeff and Amy were decked out in their wrestling gear. Matt was wearing his famous black pants with white stitching, and a black mesh see-through shirt, which he had tucked in. I stared in awe of his body as I watched his flips, twists and turns. I could not believe that earlier that day, I had gotten in a petty argument with him. I had wished I could do that whole conversation over again. I wanted to show him that I wasn't all that bad of a person. The match was then over, The Hardy Boyz and Amy losing again, against Jason (Christian) and Adam (Edge). I then flipped off the TV and looked back down at the black blinking cursor that was staring me in the face. I had put the paper off long enough and it was time to get down to business, I thought to myself. I had to somehow come up with a new angle for the show, but as I reviewed my notes and the teams of people that I had listed, everyone looked good the way they were, and I didn’t want to ruffle anymore feathers, my first day on the job. I sighed to myself. We needed something new and exciting to happen.
I then suddenly felt an itching to get out. I wanted to see what was going on over at the arena. I tapped my fingers on the keys, debating whether to ditch the paper, or stay and write something half-ass. I quickly decided to head over to the Astro-dome to see if anyone was still there. I grabbed my notebook and purse and jumped in my rental car, this time taking Gabe with me. We sped over to the arena, and once again parked in the back and headed through the backdoor. There were only a few lights left on as we crept through the white washed hallways down to the entrance onto the ramp. I peaked my head through the black curtain. The lights were low and shone only over the silent ring. A haze from the pyrotechnics hung in the air, making the lighting seem fuzzy. I looked around; the 40,000 seats that were filled with a cheering crowd an hour ago were now vacated with eerie silence. The floors were cluttered with wrappers from food, and of course tons of confetti which was shot out every time Kurt Angle entered the ring. We then walked through the curtain. We stood at the top of the ramp. I set my purse and binder down off to the side and looked out at the empty seats of the enormous venue. For a moment I pretended I was a WWF wrestler. I walked with a sexy saunter down to ring, announcing myself as I went. "Introducing first, new comer, weighing in at 135-lbs, Miss Poison Ivy! Tonight she will be taking on her opponent, The Kat! And the crowd is awed at the new wrestler." I stepped in the ring, pretending to flirt with the invisible audience, raising my arms for them to clap at. "Look at the charisma she has, and her looks are gorgeous." I pretended to be Jerry (ring announcer), talking about myself. I then motioned for Gabe to come down the ramp. He came bounding down and had no problem hopping into the ring. "Come on Gabe, let's wrestle." I joked, getting on my knees and grabbing his big shoulders. In my mind the bell was rung and the match started. Gabe and I fooled around. As we wrestled I hadn't noticed that a figure had been watching the whole thing from in the shadows of the arena area. Finally Gabe pinned me, and I lost. "Well, maybe next time Poison Ivy." I pretended to be Jerry again. I then sat up and gave Gabe a kiss on his cold nose. The figure then emerged from his position in the shadows, and stood boldly on the ramp. Suddenly I heard clapping. I whirled around my heart pounding in my rib cage. Gabe stood to his feet with stiffness, looking up at the figure. "No, it's okay Gabe, its just Matt." I whispered to him as Matt walked down to the ring with a smug look on his face. He came in, dressed in normal clothing, blue jeans, and a white t-shirt, which was stuck to his obviously warm body. He had his shoulder length black hair pulled back in a ponytail, and on his feet he actually wore sandals. He leaned his chin and folded his arms on the bottom rope of the ring and stared at me for a moment, his chocolate eyes seeping out of the dim lighting. I looked at him dumbfounded, not believing he saw me wrestle with my dog. "So, are you going to criticize me now, after you’ve seen me make an ass out of myself?" I asked defensively.
Chapter 4
Chapter 2