Best Summer of My life
pt II
by: Morgan Peterson

Morgan woke up to the ringing of her hotel phone. "Hello?" She asked.

It was Rocky. "It's time for you to get your ROODY POO CANDY ASS OUTTA BED NOW!!! I'll be at your room in thirty mintues! Be prepared with gym clothes or else I'm gonna TURN THEM SIDEWAYS AND STICK THEM UP YOUR CANDY ASS!!!"

"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!" she screamed, and threw the phone up against the wall. She looked at her clock, it was 5:30 in the morning.

She got up out of bed and took a shower. At exactly 6:00 there was a knock at her door. Sure enough it was Rocky. "Are you ready to get your little jabroni ass working today, missy?" he asked.

"Yeah." She wearily answered. It turned out that Morgan had only gotten three hours of sleep the night before. If only she had listened to what Rocky said last night. Oh well, she knew now.

They walked off to the hotel gym. The minute she got there she saw about twenty wrestlers working out on all the weight machines. Everyone wondered who this new girl was, and why was she with Rocky?

"Alright, honey, I'm first gonna work with the weights, so come with me." He told her. He sat down on one of the benches. "Now could you please hand me the fifty-pound weights. I need to strengthen the People's Biceps."

Morgan grimaced at the thought of picking up that much weight. She was only a little over twice that weight, how could she ever pick one of those things up? "No way, sir. There is no way I can pick that up. Sorry but I thought I was just going to help you out with the necessary things. You can do this own your own!"

"Listen honey, are you my assistant, or are you my assistant? Now pick that thing up and give it to me!!!" He hollered.

All the wrestlers looked up from their machines to see what the commotion was about. Triple H snickered to Chyna, "Look at that, looks like Rocky has someone to really boss around now. That poor girl."

For the rest of Rocky's weight training, Morgan was stuck to doing all the hard work. She had mever been so tired in her entire life. And it was only 8:00 by the time they were done! Afterwards, Rocky went off to take a shower, and told Morgan to stay and wait for him until he came back. She was so relieved, she finally had a chance to rest!

She lay down on a bench and started to drift into sleep until she heard a kinder voice. It was nice to not hear Rocky's booming voice in awhile. It was Chyna. "Sweetie, we all were wondering what is going on with you and Rocky. Did Vince hire you to be his assistant? I'm SO sorry. He is such a pain in the ass!"

Morgan smiled at the fact that other people thought the same thing she did. "No, he didn't really. I came here for the summer as an intern. Vince had me doing other things but then I bumped into Rocky and he asked Vince to make me his assistant. I think he's really just having fun pissing me off because I'm new here. Oh by the way, my name is Morgan, nice to meet you."

"Hi, Morgan. You seem like a nice girl. If you ever need anything, please feel free to contact me or Paul. I'll see you..."

"What the hell are you doing, Chyna!!!" Rocky screamed as he came out of the shower. "Morgan is The Rock's assistant, so there! She can only talk to people when I say so!"

"Ok, yeah sure, Rocky." Chyna replied. "Sweetie," she directed herself to Morgan, "don't worry about this jerk. You can talk to us anytime." She turned back to Rocky, "And as for you sir, you better be nicer to her or I WILL kick your ass!" Chyna left, grinning ear to ear. She wasn't about to let Rocky get the best of her or this new girl.

"Ok my little jabroni, The Rock is hungry, so now we are going to go eat breakfast. Follow me. Oh yes, and for that little stint with Chyna, you are going to hold The People's Gym Bags. Here ya go."

"Can I ask you one thing, Rocky?" Morgan had to ask this question, "Will you please stop talking in the third person??? You aren't on TV, and you DON"T need to play your character in real life!"

"KNOW YOUR ROLE AND SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!!!" He hollered. "It doesn't matter what you say because The Rock is The Great One and YOU are my assistant, honey. So don't EVER tell me what to do!!!! I'm hungry so now we are going to eat." He looked Morgan up and down. "Damn girl you are skin and bones. You need to eat a TON, so you better eat or else, if ya SMELL what The Rock is cooking!!!!!"

Morgan couldn't help but laugh. Well at least Rocky was concerned that she was taken care of. But damn was he annoying as hell! Oh well she would have to get used to it sooner or later.

They entered the restaurant, and sat in a booth in the back. Rocky ordered three eggs, five pancakes, two waffles, and a whole carton of orange juice. He figured it would be good enough so the waiter wouldn't have to come back fifty times. Morgan started to order, "I would like two pan..."

"IT DOESN"T MATTER WHAT YOU WANT TO ORDER!!!" Rocky boomed ONCE again. "You are my assistant and I am going to order your food too. She will have exactly what I will have, thank you very much. And you are going to eat every bit of it too!"

"But, I can't eat all that, Rocky!"

"It doesn't matter what you can or can't eat!"

Morgan realized that she could no longer protest against anything this man said. She just decided to go along with it. How long could she do this, though?

They left the restaurant at around 10:00. It took so long for Morgan to eat all of her food. She could barely get up, let alone try not to barf all over everything in sight. Somehow she managed to hold it all in.

"Now honey, tommorrow night is a live RAW. It's in Jacksonville, FL, so we need to catch a flight down there. You need to pack all your clothes and meet me in the lobby at 3:00, so we can catch our 4:00 flight." He walked her to her room as he was saying this. "I will see you in a few hours, sweetie. Be ready."

Morgan entered into her room and shut the door. She stopped and realized that he had called her sweetie. Maybe he meant to call her his little jabroni again? Then she knew that she had to pack everything she had. Who knows how long this little trip was going to last for. Her room was completely trashed. She hadn't had to pack in so long, and clothes were everywhere. The first thing she did was change into something a little nicer, a pair of jeans and a grey tank-top. She didn't want to look like crap any longer.

It took her four hours to get everything packed. At 2:45 she lugged her three huge suitcases to the lobby. They had almost everything she owned in them. Rocky was already in the lobby, all he had was a gym bag and a smaller suitcase. "Hello, honey. Are you ready to go? It looks like you've got a load there. Let me help you with that load. Here, take my bags."

Morgan smiled. What a nice gesture.

"Ok lets go now, honey." He walked off, without even taking one single bag. She just realized that she had to take ALL five bags. What a jerk! She lugged all five bags to the taxi that they would be taking to the airport. The cab driver realized that she had such a load to carry and took some of the bags from her to help. At least some men are actually nice. They drove off to the airport.

When they arrived at the airport, Morgan and the cab driver were the only ones that took the bags out. Then Morgan was stuck taking all the bags to registration. Thank god, she could finally get rid of these things. They walked up to counter, both of them trying to dodge the, what seemed like, millions and millions of The Rock's fans. Rocky checked both of them in, and they left to get on the plane.

On the plane, Rocky was constantly bugged by fans. Morgan was given dirty looks by some of the women. Rocky noticed this and said out loud on the plane, "Don't worry, ladies, she's just my little assistant. The Rock is STILL available!"

Morgan grew hot with fury at this statement. His LITTLE assistant??? Well at least she wouldn't have to get anymore dirty looks. If any other woman gave her another dirty look she would have started an all-out brawl.

They arrived at Jacksonville, and checked into their hotel. Rocky went over the plans for the next day: get up early and go to the gym, have breakfast, get ready for the show. Sounded simple enough. But Morgan knew it wouldn't be that easy. He told her goodnight and they headed off to their own rooms.
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