*This was the longest two minutes of her life. Sitting in a locker room bathroom, praying that Shawn or Hunter wouldn't come back, and waiting. Waiting. Waiting on + or -. She seriously didn't know that two minutes could last this long. She was trying not to stare at that little plastic window that was about to course her entire future. Chyna: Please be negative. Please be negative. Please, please, please... *She thought she heard voices in the other room, but she was probably imagining them. She felt stupid. Here she was a 37 year old woman, so out of touch with her damn life that she was willing a pregnancy test to be negative. She was so lost in thought and finally glanced down at it again. - And with that fine line came a rush of relief. Nothing to tell Sean. No need to take time off of work. Negative. But to say she wasn't slightly disappointed, might have been a lie. She and Sean were getting along great. They hadn't had any problems, save a very brief discussion after Hunter came in and played the hero a few weeks back, but it hadn't been anything earth shattering. It had just been a simple discussion. The worst thing about Sean was that he was completely rational when he was sober. Sometimes she thought she liked him better drunk. Let's face it. Free thinkers aren't free to think when they're all hyped up on drugs. Sober Sean really had a way of making you think. And right now Joanie was wishing that test was positive. The words of Shawn rang through her ears. Just TALK to him about it. It seemed like a novel concept, but they were focused on one thing only right now, and that was really getting UCW off of the ground, and for the time being that really seemed to be happening. I mean, does every wrestler and their girlfriend need to get married, have a kid, settle down. Well, she didn't want to get married. At least not yet, and she was pretty sure Alex Shelley was holding down the relationship without real commitment thing. That was okay, because he was young. Joanie wasn't getting any younger, and that was staring her in the face all of the time. She was trying, and really trying, to just succomb to the fact that she was the mother of wrestling. That was her moniker, and that was what she would become known for. She hid that little plastic stick well into the trash can and walked out into the locker room, and she realized she may have very well heard voices earlier, because there was Hunter, sound asleep on the leather couch. She looked at him for a moment and then walked out of the locker room. She walked down the hallway a bit to the garage, and there was Sean leaning up against a rental car. Syxx: I've been waiting for you. You okay? Chyna: Yeah, I'm great. Let's get going, I'm starved. Syxx: You got it. And that was the place where she made up her mind not to say anything about anything, because she knew in her heart of heart that they were better off this way.
*This was the longest two minutes of her life. Sitting in a locker room bathroom, praying that Shawn or Hunter wouldn't come back, and waiting. Waiting. Waiting on + or -. She seriously didn't know that two minutes could last this long. She was trying not to stare at that little plastic window that was about to course her entire future. Chyna: Please be negative. Please be negative. Please, please, please... *She thought she heard voices in the other room, but she was probably imagining them. She felt stupid. Here she was a 37 year old woman, so out of touch with her damn life that she was willing a pregnancy test to be negative. She was so lost in thought and finally glanced down at it again.
Chyna: Please be negative. Please be negative. Please, please, please... *She thought she heard voices in the other room, but she was probably imagining them. She felt stupid. Here she was a 37 year old woman, so out of touch with her damn life that she was willing a pregnancy test to be negative. She was so lost in thought and finally glanced down at it again.
*She thought she heard voices in the other room, but she was probably imagining them. She felt stupid. Here she was a 37 year old woman, so out of touch with her damn life that she was willing a pregnancy test to be negative. She was so lost in thought and finally glanced down at it again.
And with that fine line came a rush of relief. Nothing to tell Sean. No need to take time off of work. Negative. But to say she wasn't slightly disappointed, might have been a lie. She and Sean were getting along great. They hadn't had any problems, save a very brief discussion after Hunter came in and played the hero a few weeks back, but it hadn't been anything earth shattering. It had just been a simple discussion. The worst thing about Sean was that he was completely rational when he was sober. Sometimes she thought she liked him better drunk.
Let's face it. Free thinkers aren't free to think when they're all hyped up on drugs. Sober Sean really had a way of making you think. And right now Joanie was wishing that test was positive.
The words of Shawn rang through her ears. Just TALK to him about it. It seemed like a novel concept, but they were focused on one thing only right now, and that was really getting UCW off of the ground, and for the time being that really seemed to be happening.
I mean, does every wrestler and their girlfriend need to get married, have a kid, settle down. Well, she didn't want to get married. At least not yet, and she was pretty sure Alex Shelley was holding down the relationship without real commitment thing. That was okay, because he was young. Joanie wasn't getting any younger, and that was staring her in the face all of the time. She was trying, and really trying, to just succomb to the fact that she was the mother of wrestling. That was her moniker, and that was what she would become known for.
She hid that little plastic stick well into the trash can and walked out into the locker room, and she realized she may have very well heard voices earlier, because there was Hunter, sound asleep on the leather couch. She looked at him for a moment and then walked out of the locker room. She walked down the hallway a bit to the garage, and there was Sean leaning up against a rental car.
Syxx: I've been waiting for you. You okay? Chyna: Yeah, I'm great. Let's get going, I'm starved. Syxx: You got it. And that was the place where she made up her mind not to say anything about anything, because she knew in her heart of heart that they were better off this way.
Chyna: Yeah, I'm great. Let's get going, I'm starved. Syxx: You got it. And that was the place where she made up her mind not to say anything about anything, because she knew in her heart of heart that they were better off this way.
Syxx: You got it. And that was the place where she made up her mind not to say anything about anything, because she knew in her heart of heart that they were better off this way.
And that was the place where she made up her mind not to say anything about anything, because she knew in her heart of heart that they were better off this way.
