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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 8, 2007 7:58:28 GMT -4
Alright.
He kisses her forehead, then stands up and heads for the kitchen. A few minutes later, he entered the living room again with a sandwich and drink of his own. He sat them down on the small table in front of the couch and took a seat back beside Nicole. He leaned his head back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling and sighing heavily. Their matches were still troubling him. He just couldn't push the thoughts out of his mind. His worry was obvious.
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 8, 2007 11:04:06 GMT -4
[glow=green,2,300]You know....Mike....maybe I should quit his business after this season. I am not sure if my back gets better as fast as I would wish for…and…I don’t want that you have to hold yourself back….which you are doing all the time in the ring…since we are together…I mean…maybe I should join my dad and lead with him his wrestling school.[/glow]
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 8, 2007 12:16:57 GMT -4
His eyebrows raise, still looking at the ceiling. His head turns to the side slowly, raising up off the back of the couch as he looks at her. He had a very confused look on his face. After a moment, another sigh came. He placed his arm around Nicole's shoulders, pulling her a little closer to him as he spoke.
Nikki......baby.......please don't try and blame yourself for my bad luck. If anything has kept me going, it's you. From breaking through my hard shell to spending a month sitting beside my unconscious body in the hospital to being by my side for each and every hardship I've suffered since then, you've been what has kept me going. If I didn't have you around, I'd go crazy. I'm holding me back. Not you. Ok? I certainly don't want you quitting because of me either. I love having you here with me while we travel.
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 8, 2007 12:32:06 GMT -4
[glow=green,2,300]Meh....I am not sure...this whole situation with Stacie and her assault...I am not sure about all this. I have a little girl and I can’t allow myself to get crippled by a trump like her. It is just so many things that let me think about to quit wrestling as whole…[/glow]
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 8, 2007 13:09:33 GMT -4
We just have to stay focused is all. Three more weeks Nikki. We can relax after that. Lets just get through three more weeks. I promise you a nice vacation afterwards. Alright?
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 8, 2007 13:13:10 GMT -4
[glow=green,2,300]Oki....sounds nice.[/glow]
Nicole said and put her feets on the couch and press them against her chest while she wraps her hands around them.
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 8, 2007 13:18:34 GMT -4
He watches as she curls herself up. It appeared to him as if she was quite concerned over this whole thing. She had good reason to be as well. He shook her gently to get her attention, his eyes looking into hers when she looked up at him.
You alright baby?
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 8, 2007 13:26:50 GMT -4
[glow=green,2,300]I am...I just need ...some time to relax a bit....I think I gonna go to be now...[/glow]
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 8, 2007 13:31:35 GMT -4
To bed? Without eating first? You need to get some food inside you, to get some energy saved up for this weekend. We'll both go to bed after we eat. Sound good?
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 9, 2007 6:37:07 GMT -4
[glow=green,2,300]I am tired...and I just have eaten a sandwith while I was on the kitchen.[/glow]
Nicole says and stands up.
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 9, 2007 7:38:33 GMT -4
Alright. Go ahead and go to bed. I'm gonna stay in here for a little longer. Maybe I'll fall asleep eventually. I just can't rest right now. Too much on my mind.
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 9, 2007 9:08:07 GMT -4
[glow=green,2,300]Ok...But don't stay up to long honey.[/glow]
Nicole says and place a kiss on the forehead of Michael before she turns around and walks in the direction of the bed room.
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 9, 2007 9:55:33 GMT -4
He watched as she went to the bedroom. He thought about going to join her, but he knew his tossing and turning wouldn't allow her to sleep at all. She needed her rest for her match with Stacie. His eyes fixed themselves on the television. Nothing really of much interest on. He flipped through the channels, finding nothing really to watch. It landed on the Discovery Channel. Shark Week was on. He muted the sound, a heavy sigh following. He propped an elbow up on the arm of the couch, laying his head in his hand. His thoughts were on Nicole, how her back would be after her match with Stacie. To him, his match with Kasino wasn't as important. He could take a loss if that's how things turned out. If Nicole was hurt though, he didn't know what he would do. He didn't want Denise to see her laying in a hospital bed. With Stacie's new attitude, that could be very well what happens. It was causing him to be restless, unable to even lay in bed with Nicole and feel her warmth beside him. He went to the kitchen, pouring himself a small glass of Jim Beam. He went to the balcony afterwards, sipping away at his drink while watching the city below as his thoughts wondered what the coming weekend would bring.
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